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adorerdraco · 4 years ago

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Not My Type (Like You) ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: you should like do a one shot or even another mini series about amortentia/love potions in general. i’d soooo read that

AU SEVENTH YEAR WHERE VOLDY NEVER CAME BACK <3 f**k that mf !

italics are for flashbacks <3 i love them if you couldn’t tell

Warnings: mean!draco, cursing, more mature themes/ideas, little bit of spice towards the end teehee but not too much bc idk how to write smut to save my life

Words: 4.5K

A/N: I saw a tiktok that kinda inspired this and i couldn’t get the idea out of my heaaaad if anyone knows which one im talking ab send it my way so i can show !!!! ALSO I LOVE THIS ONESHOT I LOVE DRACO AND I AM IN MY FEELINGS this might be my new favoriteeeee

Draco Malfoy was insufferable.

The Prince of Slytherin was unbearable for many reasons, things you've been taking notice of since your first year at Hogwarts when you accidentally had the ”pleasure” of interacting with him when he called you stupid in a class for reciting a spell incorrectly. That day, a hostility blossomed. A hostility that ensued nothing but teasing, mocking, and criticizing that would sometimes go too far and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other by your friends’ before either of you said anything excessively harsh that had no return.

You often felt like Malfoy sought you out to bother you and only for that. You could be sitting in the Quad with friends, conversing and laughing like nothing in the world mattered, and a few minutes later you'd be hurling insults towards the blond across the courtyard after he would yell something infuriating to you with that smug smirk on his face and his goons laughing wildly beside him as if he just said the most hilarious thing they've ever heard.

On the days you’d ignore him, not having the patience or the energy to deal with him, he would still somehow find a way to push your buttons. Little things here and there like passing you in the corridors and tugging at the ends of your hair gingerly like a child but enough to tick you off or sending you notes from across the class in the form a small fluttering bird with a lousy drawing of you usually with a message along the lines of, “Y/L/N, hopefully, this note finds itself in the nest of hair you have today xx DM.”

In all honesty, there wasn’t a day you didn’t encounter Draco and it’s been that way for seven long years. Neither of you ever gotten tired of mildly or spitefully bullying each other and neither of you ever dreamed of stopping. He was one of the few constants in your daily life, and you in his. It was like you both lived on annoying the other, and in the midst of all the chaos that you brought to one another; there was a small, teeny, tiny acquaintance - not that either of you would ever admit it. You may have noticed it the time you bet each other ten galleons for who would win in the Triwizard Tournament your fourth year and he bet on Viktor Krum while you on Cedric Diggory. (he’s very much alive i refuse to think otherwise.)

“So you’re telling me, your mother is the reason why you’re not at Durmstrang,” you scoffed. “This whole time I could have been saved four years of headaches.”

“You’re just jealous some of us have more opportunities than others,” he snarks back pompously. “Unlike you, I hardly believe you would be graceful enough to even be considered admission into Beauxbatons.”

You had gone to see the last task of the competition just like the rest of the schools, all packed tightly onto the stands and watching carefully the exit of the maze. Naturally, you had arrived with your own friend groups, but somewhere during the time of sitting there and even being a few rows behind the blond and his minions, the two of you had met in the middle bench after he was trying to prove something wrong to you.

When Cedric appeared back in front of the stands with the glowing Triwizard cup held high over his head in victory and every Hogwarts student loudly celebrating, you had jumped up from your seat and shook wildly an irked Draco beside you. He roughly shrugged your hands off his stiff shoulder, looking up at you with a sneer that you met with a bright beaming smile.

“Pay up, Malfoy!” You held out your hand towards him, opening and closing your fingers to receive the bet money. “I believe it was ten galleons you owe me.”

He begrudgingly reached into his coat pocket and fished out the coins, counting them defeatedly before tossing them into your palm. “What a waste of galleons.”

“Hey, you made the bet,” you reminded him with a still very bright smile. You shoved the money into your pockets, keeping one of the gold coins in between your fingers, and gave him a small hair ruffle that he harshly recoiled from before you turned to jump back up towards the level of stands your friends were originally sitting at.

“Were you really sitting with Malfoy this whole time?” One of your friends questioned when you reached them, a goading smirk on his face.

“Ooooh, she definitely was,” another friend piped up, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

“Shut up,” you smack her arm casually, showing the pair the one gold galleon you were holding. “We are not. I was only sitting with him to get my bet money.”

“Sure,” they drawled in unison, sniggering when you threw your head back in annoyance.

You looked down the rows to see the mop of white hair you just sent into disarray. He was slowly descending the stairs of the stands with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind him. Almost as if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned back to look at you, his cold gray eyes gazing into yours. It was like everything around you went quiet, the only thing in your focus was him and all you could do was stare back. It wasn’t until your friends started stifling laughter and whispering “aww’s” that you snapped out of the short-lived and odd few second trance you were in. He waited for you to do something before he turned back around, and you did - by holding up both hands; the one golden galleon on your left and your middle finger on your right, grinning to yourself when he rolled his eyes throwing you the finger right back before he finally disappeared into the mob of people below.

You were briskly walking down the corridors, books held tightly to your chest with your friend at your side while you made your way to Advanced Potions with Slughorn after Snape finally made his way into the DADA position. It was an easy class, potions being something you had a knack for and it gave you enough leisure to mess with your “favorite” Slytherin who shared it with you.

“Look there goes your boyfriend,” your friend teases, elbowing your upper arm roughly and nodding her head down towards the hall to the tall blond appearing around the corner and entering swiftly into the class.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you hiss. “I’m tired of everyone saying that. I hate him and he hates me, end of story.”

“You know when you say you hate him, it just sounds like the opposite,” she says tauntingly. “Besides, hate is a strong word and very misplaced. Maybe, it’s just years of built-up tension that both of you have been too nervous to do anything about.”

“Tension? Yeah, I want to strangle him,” you laugh to yourself at the thought.

“Not that tension, idiot,” she shakes her head, “I mean sexual tension...clearly.”

You gave her a horrified look mixed between being disgusted and being offended. You held your hand over your mouth and pretended to gag as dramatically as you could. “I am appalled that you would even say that. I would rather be locked in a room with Filch and Peeves and hear them argue and fight all day than to be with Malfoy like that.”

“Come on, think about it,” she encourages, stopping the two of you a little ways away from the classroom. “You guys 'hate' each other?” She finger quotes the hate, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “When you hate someone, you don’t go out of your way to talk to them every day.”

“It’s not like that,” you wave a hand dismissively. “Also, this isn’t a cliche, this is real life. We hate each other, that is all there is to it.”

You picked up the walk again, your friend to following behind you while letting out a deep and exhausted sigh. You couldn’t help but think about what she said, sure, perhaps at one point you thought Draco was attractive with his bright silver hair, his glittering gray eyes, his little button nose that he would crinkle up every other word he spoke in his charming haughty voice, or the way he’d tower over you in the middle of a conversation gone wrong and he’d be talking lowly to you but all you’d be able to focus on was the sweet scent of apples and cologne that radiated off of him.

“No,” you whispered almost silently to yourself, forcing yourself out of your thoughts and shaking your head from side to side as if it was going to get the image out of your head. He was mean, disrespectful, arrogant, and insulted you daily - even if you both laughed about it or gave props for the perfect jabs.

The first thing your eyes landed on when you walked into the dingy Potions classroom was Draco, his focus trained on the ceiling as if he was deep in thought. Just as his eyes were about to flicker down towards you, and sensing that he was about to, you quickly avoided his gaze and concentrated onto Slughorn who was waiting patiently by his desk with a bubbling cauldron for you and your friend to join the crowd in front of him.

“Great! Now that we’re all here,” Slughorn began excitedly, fixing the sleeves of his robes as he grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and began stirring it while continuing his lecture.

You were trying to listen, capturing only the professor’s last sentence as he called on someone who raised their hand. All attention was thrown out the window when you realized Draco was standing near said classmate, a look of annoyance suddenly clouding his features when his pale eyes met yours.

“What?” He mouthed. You ignored him, trying to turn your concentration back onto Slughorn but nothing he was saying made sense, and right as you caught a word you did understand, a shuffling and an abrupt arm knocking into yours threw you right back out of the loop.

“Watch it,” you snap hushedly when you notice who it is. “Why are you over here?”

“I can’t say hello to my number one fan?” He whispers back, snickering slightly when you scoffed quietly.

“Fan? Says the one who shoved his way through the crowd to come over here,” you grumble, crossing your arms.

“I hardly shoved,” he mutters. “I only moved because I couldn’t see Slughorn from where I was standing. Not everything’s about you.”

“Really? Because to me, it seemed like you came over here for my attention.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, a patronizing smile making its way onto his face. The type of typical boy smile where his mouth is half agape with his tongue smoothing over his teeth as he stared off across the room with his fingertips rubbing thoughtfully against his jawline as he thought of what to say. You stood still as he bent down, nearing his mouth towards your ear and whispering hotly, “you wish, darling.”

Slughorn sent everyone to their paired tables, and as everyone began moving and Draco sauntered off away from you, you stood stuck there, shocked with the lingering chills that were sent down your spine from your archnemesis’ comment.

“I told you, you’re into each other,” your friend sang expectantly from behind you, grabbing onto your sleeve and directing the two of you towards your table.

You were working peacefully at your workspace, cutting up, peeling, and crushing the ingredients that your friend was sliding across the surface to you. In the table behind you was where Draco was working annoyingly quiet, tossing the stripped stems of the roses at you that you had to peel, tiny thorns pricking at your ankles through your socks since the bigger thorns had been taken off for the potion. As payback, you would throw back loose extra pearl dust you ground up, giggling tauntingly when he would frown at you for getting the coarse white powder all over his Italian leather shoes and most definitely inside of them as well.

When you, and seemingly the rest of the class, had finally thrown in all the ingredients and the potion promptly finished brewing, beautiful clouds of white and pink smoke began rising from the cauldrons, each one having a lovely scent of first; freshly pressed high-priced linens, then a faint smell of a brand new racing broom out of a box with a freshly polished wood handle that then quickly transformed into a sweet harvest of apples, green specifically, and finally...

“Ugh, gross,” you pinched your nostrils closed, turning your body around and sending a scowl towards Draco’s way. “Malfoy, we get it, your cologne is expensive, now stop spraying it. I was smelling all these wonderful things and you ruined it.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you were crazy. “Are you mad? I didn’t spray anything, I think you’ve finally lost it.”

“Well you laid it on too heavy this morning then, it reeks in here.”

“You’re one to talk, Y/L/N. Did you bathe yourself in that dreadful perfume you wear just now? And that ghastly lip shiner thing you use,” He sneers, crinkling up his nose. “I can’t even think straight, I might vomit.”

“Lip shiner? It’s called lip balm, you prat,” you retort, crossing your arms angrily. “Either way, I haven’t used or sprayed anything either so-”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Your friend suddenly exasperated loudly from beside you making you briskly whirl around to look at her, a look of pure annoyance etched onto her face. “Are you two really that daft? Honestly? Have you been paying attention to anything other than each other? For instance, the potion we just made?”

This gained the attention of your classmates around you in the surrounding tables, turning their heads slightly but not obviously with small knowing smirks on their faces while they snickered quietly and listened. It was soundless as you reached towards the book in front of your friend, pulling it painstakingly slow towards you in fear of the words that were written on the open page.

“Amortentia,” you muttered glumly as you read the page, pushing it away from you dejectedly as everything began to click.

“The reason you’re both smelling each other is because you’re what the other desires and is attracted to. Wow, what a revelation! As if the whole school didn’t already know.”

You were afraid to turn around. You could feel the cold and hard pair of eyes burning holes onto your back and the immediate amount of whispers and giggles of the people around you. Luckily, Slughorn was busy at the other end of the room, working diligently with another pair of students who managed to mess up their potion.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Draco announces finally.

“What’s so ridiculous about it?” You questioned, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach when you turned again and took notice of the way his lips were curling upwards as if it was the most disgusting thing he could have ever heard.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” he deadpans. “Why would I ever desire someone like you?”

There had been occasions over the years when you were in this situation. None as drastic and as revealing, but there would be times when friends and others would poke fun and say the exact same thing your friend told you earlier. The usual, “they got the hots for each other!” and you would always brush it off and joke about how you could never, and he’d do the same. It was always amongst laughs and jokes, but as you looked at the Slytherin in front of you - there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his hardened face.

“Piss off, Malfoy,” you seethed, biting down hard on your lip to refrain from lashing out either in tears or in insults, you couldn’t decide. “If I’m so revolting, leave me alone from now on, I mean it.”

“I never said that,” he argues. “You’re just simply not my type.”

For some eerie, awful reason, the words tore into you like a sharpened knife going easily through butter. You were used to his insults, his mocking, his comments about your appearances - but this hurt, and you couldn’t explain why. You thought, for a second, possibly, that maybe your friend was right. Maybe there was a hidden attraction you had for the platinum blond that you buried deep away and one that he had for you. There was no way that was the case now, not at all.

And for the first time in your life, you couldn’t be more sure of a simple little fact.

You hated him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You don’t know how long you spent sitting in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, back against the cold tiled wall with your knees brought up to your chest. Your friends had tried to console you after the public rejection and humiliation, but their words only made you feel worse. You felt silly for being so bothered about being rejected by Malfoy, he wasn’t exactly someone you fancied, to begin with.

After dinner, you went off the grid and found yourself where you’re now sitting. The ghostly girl flew restlessly around you, popping out of her stall now and then to chat but then going back into her abyss of nothing when she learned you were still upset. You noticed it made her a little too pleased, considering the fact it was always her who was miserably wailing about her problems in the bathroom. She tried to hide it and let you talk to her about how you felt, but she gave terrible advice most of the time.

“Well, if it was me, I would have never started fancying someone who was mean to me,” she mumbled. “Like when Paul Wighorn made fun of my hair for a whole year and laughed when I cried. I hated his guts then and I still do now.”

She had a point, but she was also Myrtle. Nothing about the overly dramatic ghost made sense.

“I don’t fancy him, It’s just weird,” you trail off. “I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he is a complete arse. We always joked about how we hated each other, but I didn’t think he actually meant it, I guess.”

“I think you do fancy him, though,” she whispers knowingly in your ear, making you flinch from her cold draft. “Stop denying it, it’ll only keep making you feel worse. Amortentia doesn’t lie, silly. Maybe when you drink it, but before that, all real feelings are there, whether you know it or not.”

You sat quietly, taking in her words before something came crashing down onto you like a wall of bricks.

“I suppose that means he’ll have to stop denying it too,” she adds thoughtfully.

“Myrtle,” you rush to get up, smoothing your hair down profusely and fixing the wrinkles in your clothes. “You’re a genius.”

“I am?” She asks excitedly. “What did I say?”

You waved her off, giving her another thank you before rushing out of the bathroom and into the empty corridors. You were trying to go back to your dorm to sleep, hoping that when tomorrow came you would be bold enough to confront the Slytherin Prince but it was thirty minutes past curfew, something you didn’t notice until you were bustling down the steps in a rush and came face to face with the man of the hour himself doing his Prefect patrolling duties.

“Go to your dorm, Y/L/N,” he sneers. “I’ll take away house points, don’t test me,”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That I’ll take away house points? Watch me. Five-”

“No, you twat,” you groan, swatting his arm with your hand. “I don’t believe that I’m not your type.”

He stayed wordless for a moment, biting the inside of his cheeks and clenching his jaw as he peered down at you from his lanky height. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t think you were my type until the amortentia made me aware of it,” you answer quietly. “Actually, my friend had a hand in it, but it was mostly the potion.”

Silence, again. Still and deadly. You could hear the large clocks around the school tick and tock, the hundreds of paintings snoring peacefully or chattering quietly. You avoided looking up at the boy in front of you, all of a sudden feeling small under his gaze until you felt cold fingers brush against your cheekbone and then softly through your hair causing you to finally look up into the soft wandering almost blue eyes.

“I didn’t find out with the amortentia,” he muttered almost reluctantly as if it was the most difficult thing he had to reveal. “I’ve known I’ve liked you for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You curiously wonder aloud.

“I’m not telling,” he smirks. “Perhaps you’ll figure it out one day.”

Both hands came up to rest on your cheeks, slightly cold but soft and tender. It sent chills throughout your body as he took a step closer to you and then closer, backing you carefully into the diagonally ascending stone wall that went in the direction of the stairs. Your breathing was getting uneven, you noticed the way you accidentally switched to manually forcing yourself to inhale and exhale normally when he leaned down with his face now being mere centimeters from yours. It was torture, having your eyes closed and feeling the way his nose was brushing against yours, minty breath warm against your lips as he ghosted over them with his. He was so close, you smelt everything that was in the damn potion that got you here. It sent flutters of warmth down your body, trickling down and seeping deeply into every bone in your body as if this is was the remedy its been needing. This is what you’ve been missing.

When you finally felt a soft pair of lips being pressed into yours, it felt almost unreal that you were there. It was awkward the first couple of seconds, both of you wondering how in the world had you gotten yourselves in this position, but after you relaxed and he found his Prince of Slytherin confidence - it was magic. His lips moved languidly against yours, affectionately and full of longing. He kept his hands on your cheeks, still timid to move anywhere else while you kept yours resting lightly on his sides. It scared you a little, how fast and how easily you melted into each other, like if this was something you’ve been doing with him for years rather than torment the other for laughs.

You hated the feeling when he pulled away, a gust of freezing castle air passing through the space between you and cooling your lips and face from his contact. His hands dropped down to his sides and he looked down at you with a small smile, a teeny bit smug, but happy. You wanted to feel the same way, but a question still loomed over your head, overpowering the giddiness you were vividly feeling.

“Why did you lie earlier?” You question softly, directing your gaze to the floor. “In class, I mean.”

He thought about his answer for a second, sighing deeply when he realized he had to uncover more truths about himself to you. You took a mental observation at that, he didn’t like to talk about feelings. “You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me. I thought I’d beat you to it and reject you before you could reject me.”

“What made you think I’d reject you?” You coaxed. “Other than the fact that I made you a sworn enemy at eleven.”

“Exactly that,” he laughed lightly. “You’re unpredictable, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself at the realization that he finally used your first name. “So are you, Draco.”

“Not really,” he grins. “Like in just a few moments, for example, I’m going to start snogging you.”

You opened your mouth to encourage him but shut it quickly when he closed the space between the two of you again, this time much closer than he was before. He was flush against you, and when you say you could feel everything; you could feel everything. You were almost begging for him to lean down and kiss you again by the time you felt his hands on you again, running delicately around the exposed skin of your hips when your shirt hiked up an inch on accident. He leaned down again, and with the advantage of his lowered height, you let your hands slide up his arms, biceps, and ultimately the nape of his neck where your fingers continued up into his hair. The breathiest gasp escaped his throat as you tugged at the ends gently, smirking to yourself when he closed his eyes in delight at the touch.

His lips came down onto your fast this time and hastily, pressing himself impossibly closer into you. You could feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hold moving upwards onto your waist as he continued to kiss you fervently. His teeth bit down softly on your bottom lip and you wasted no time in parting them slightly for his tongue to meet yours. You tugged at the platinum strands of hair again, feeling triumphant when a low groaning sound emitted from his throat at the sensation as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further.

You knew you were done for when one of his hands slowly slid up your upper body, stopping first at your collarbones with warm fingertips fluttering over the skin, before he moved it upwards completely and he now had his large hand wrapped comfortably around your neck. You gasped in delight into the kiss, a swarm of butterflies going directly to your lower stomach as he squeezed against the artery in your neck meticulously, the coldness from his Malfoy family crest ring only adding fuel to the fire. He tore his mouth away from yours with his hand still clutched firmly around your throat and you were almost sent into orbit with the look he was giving you. A look filled with desire, adoration, and intensity - his pale gray eyes were much darker, almost a dark blue that resembled the starry night sky on a summer night.

Lips reattached themselves roughly and feverishly against your jawline, peppering long and tender kisses all the way towards your ear and then down towards your collarbones where he was beginning to undo the rest of the top buttons of your school dress shirt. You felt him smile against your hot skin when you’d writhe underneath him, emitting weak whimpers that you couldn’t hold back that he ended up having to clasp a free hand over your mouth as he whispered into your ear to stay quiet.

It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a poorly lit corridor where anyone could walk past and see the frenzy that was unfolding, nor did it matter to Draco that his Prefect duties were long forgotten. Your friend was right, and everyone else for that matter; it wasn’t hate you felt for the blond at all, it was years and years of a craving and a hidden yearning packed with displaced tension.

And now, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; together.

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free-pool-trash · 4 years ago

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utopia- peter maximoff

yeah... im back being in love with Peter <3 enjoy loves <3

word count: 3k

warnings: angst and fluff, wandavision spoilers

id be open to writing more parts if anyone was interested <3 (I wrote this at 4am if it’s all over the place im sorry)

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You didn’t know much, but one thing was for certain; you didn’t belong here.

This morning you had opened your eyes and were met with a town that seemed like the very definition of the suburban dream. Your mind screamed at you as soon as you came to in the strange and indisputably new environment, telling you that this town was your home. The fact that you couldn’t remember anything before your eyes had fluttered open didn’t fill you with the utmost confidence about the legitimacy of the voice in your head, or the utopia that surrounded you.

All you knew was that you came here to look for someone. This someone was someone very important to you and you had a feeling that you were exactly where you needed to be to find this someone. There was one minor problem though; you didn’t have a clue who this special someone was, just that you needed to find him.

Cautiously, you found yourself wandering the town that seemed to be lost in time. All of its residents dressed like they were all attending an 80s themed party, yourself included. You couldn’t recall pulling on the ridiculous getup but that voice told you not to worry about it. It wasn’t long before you were in the middle of the town square, people bustled around you happily, all of them eerily going about their day as if they hadn’t a care in the world. Nobody looked stressed or sad or anything other than animatedly happy.

The realisation caused a slight panic to begin in your chest, there was something very wrong happening here and you didn’t know what. The very second you began to show anything that didn’t come across as positively blissful, the voice you’d been hearing since you opened your eyes sounded in your brain, louder than ever.

You are happy here. WestView is home. You are home.

Despite her soothing tone, you weren’t convinced.

“Who are you?” You demanded out loud, whipping your head in all directions, eyes set in a glare as you watched the citizens of the town acting none the wiser to your question.

Within seconds a woman appeared before you, a sweet smile on her face and two children by her side. “Hey there, you must be the new neighbour.” She spoke kindly, something familiar about the woman caused you to immediately relax in her presence although that relaxation felt somewhat… forced.

With a hesitant nod you looked around again, you brought your eyes back to the little family and offered them your best friendly smile, “It seems I must be, yeah.”

The lady giggled and held her hand out towards you, “Nice to meet you, I’m Wanda. And these two are Billy and Tommy.” You took her hand in yours, suddenly overwhelmed with an influx of thoughts that didn’t seem to be yours. Suddenly you were giving Wanda the most sparkling smile you could manage, not entirely sure why your mouth had formed such a smile for a complete stranger.

“Pleasure to meet you all.” Were the only words you could manage, still riddled with confusion as to what was going on.

Wanda returned your smile, Billy and Tommy seemed almost enamoured by you as they both stared at the new arrival. Glancing at her boys, Wanda knew she’d have to keep a very close eye on you, you were a mutant and stronger than even you knew, hard to control. But she had let you through her barricade as soon as she realised who you were and why you came.

“What’s your name?” Billy had asked and Wanda grew nervous as she noticed your eyes lose their smile for a second as you blanked on the simple question.

What was your name? It took you a moment or two before you regained your composure and extended your arm to the little boy in front of you who shook it excitedly, “Y/n. My name is Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you two.”

“Say, would you like to come and have dinner with us?” Wanda offered and you nodded your head gratefully.

“Dinner would be lovely. I’m feeling quite airy today, a good feed might help.” You told her with a laugh.

You walked to what you assumed to be Wanda’s residence, Billy and Tommy spoke excitedly to you as you walked, the pair of them strolled on either side of you fighting for your attention and entertaining you as they constantly tried to one up each other.

“You’re so cool! I can’t wait for uncle piet to meet you!” Tommy commented, prompting a soft smile from Wanda and an agreeing nod from Billy.

With a laugh you ruffled the boys’ hair, “Uncle Piet, huh? I bet I’m way cooler than that guy.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that.” Wanda laughed, her hold on you lessening as you began to relax on your own accord.

It only took a few more minutes until the four of you arrived at their house. As you entered you took a second to take in the interior, the 80s theme not as glaringly out of place to you as it had been earlier.

“Vis! Pietro! I’m home and I’ve brought a guest!” Wanda’s sweet voice sounded from the kitchen.

“Uncle Piet hurry up! Come meet our new friend!”

“Come on! Come on! Hurry up!”

Billy and Tommy yelled up the stairs impatiently and you smiled fondly at the boys, crossing your arms over your chest as you anticipated meeting ‘the funnest guy in the whole world’.

“M’coming! Jeez.” The deep voice made you freeze. For the first time since you arrived in WestView you could finally say you recognised something.

The thumping of feet running down the stairs had your heart beating out of your chest and when you finally came face to face with the man the twins had praised so highly you thought your ribs were at risk of breaking from how rapidly it was pumping.

The man looked at the twins, expectantly, “Alright. Where’s the one making you two so excited?” He hadn’t noticed you yet.

With a shaky breath, it bagan coming back to you, he was the someone you were looking for. He wasn’t just someone special, he was your love. And there he stood, silver hair unkempt as usual and his signature grin painted his lips.

“She’s-“ Billy started but Peter cut him off.

“She? You guys get yourself a lil girlfriend? Huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn’t help the breathless laugh that left you. He was still your Peter. Funny, lighthearted, great with children and not completely thoughtless behind his gorgeous doe eyes like the rest of the town’s residents.

The airy laugh caused a shiver to run up his spine. No, you couldn’t be here. Not you. But he knew without even turning his head that it was you, his girl, the love of his life. The loyalist person he’d ever had the privilege of being able to love. Of course you’d follow him to a whole different reality.

He whipped his head in your direction, his mouth falling open as his eyes landed on your form, your eyes shining the way they always did when you’d see him after a long mission.

“Peter?” The boy felt his heart crack as your expression dissolved into something between confusion and panic. He quickly zoomed over to you and pulled you into him, pressing your head into the crook of his neck to hide your expression from Wanda who had yet to return from the kitchen.

His lips hovered close to your ear, “Pietro, you have to call me Pietro. I’ll explain everything, I promise just act natural for me, alright?” He murmured, moving his hand comfortingly up and down your back, aware that the twins were watching Peter pulled away but wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you forced yourself to smile as the pair of you faced the boys.

“How’d you guys manage to find my girlfriend in this dump?” He asked jokingly, smirking proudly as their faces dropped.

Billy glared and raised his little eyebrow at his uncle, “Your girlfriend?”

“You were right, you two. He definitely is the funnest person but I still win in the cool department.” You said, laughing nervously and hoped you weren’t being too conspicuous.

“Oh come on,” Peter groaned, “I haven’t seen you in forever and you’re already making fun of me in front of my nephews? That’s cold.” He pressed his lips to your temple, keeping them there for a few seconds, they were firm and sure and they let you know that he was really with you, you’d found him and he was real.

When Wanda re entered the room you felt your shock ebb as if it were being drowned beneath the surface before you could calm it naturally. You allowed your body to melt into Peter, your unintentional, sitcom worthy smile making his way across your lips again.

“Oh good, so you two have met then?” Wanda grinned, knowingly. Peter gave her a grin of his own.

“We’ve done more than meet.” He told her suggestively and you poked his ribs gently.

“You should’ve told me you were a Maximoff,” You giggled out as Peter littered your face with kisses while the twins gagged, the silver haired man pulled away from you for only a second to stick his tongue out at his nephews before he returned his attention to you as you chastised Wanda softly, “I would’ve been able to prepare myself to see this loser.”

Peter scoffed and gently pushed you away before speeding to catch up with your body. He wrapped his arms around your torso from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder, “She loves me really.”

Peter knew exactly what Wanda was after; a perfect family. He understood that’s what she wanted but he didn’t know how far she would go to achieve that goal. He had to make sure you played along, he couldn’t lose track of you again.

Your next words caused a stir in the hearts of both the siblings, your head was turned and your gaze was locked on Peter’s face, eyes free of any outside emotion as you broke out of Wanda’s hold and what Wanda read off your face wasn’t fear nor confusion, it was nothing but pure adoration for her brother.

“I do. I really do.” You told him, eyes becoming glassy before Wanda managed to regain control of your mind. You cleared your throat and gave Peter an airy smile, gently placing your lips against the curve of his jaw and he bit the inside of his cheek as he held you, allowing the conversation to flow easily and trying his best to support you as you unknowingly exhausted yourself fighting against his sister's hold.

He had a feeling you hadn’t remembered your mutation yet. You were one of the most powerful mutants Xaviers School had ever seen, your powers similar to Jean and Charles himself. Telekinesis was a tricky game, especially when you weren’t aware of it.

He remembered when he’d met you, you were with Charles and Hank, in his basement and asking for his help. He smiled to himself when he thought of how you’d been just as confused as him at the time.

You had no control over your telekinesis back then, similarly to now as you sat playing a board game with the twins, lights would flicker when you laughed and the very ground you walked on would shake if you got angry enough.

“Her mutation, it’s strong.” Wanda commented breezily as if it were nothing, floating through the kitchen going about her business as Peter’s eyes never left your form.

With a sigh he murmured, “She’s powerful, Wands. Trust me when I tell you that this whole thing could come crashing down if you don’t let her access her mutation.”

Wanda paused, her jaw clenched. With a flick of her wrist the panel that was allowing Peter to gaze at you from his place in the kitchen shut in his face. He turned to face Wanda then, an incredulous look on his face.

“What do you mean.” Peter only let out a tired laugh.

He shook his head, “Why did you let her in in the first place? You could’ve kept her out if you didn’t want her here.”

“She came for you, Pietro. You were the only thing on her mind. I didn’t realise she had power until I’d let her in.” She seethed, glaring at Peter.

“Maybe this was a mistake…” Wanda began, clenching and unclenching her hands as she considered her next actions. Noticing her uncertainty, Peter stood up and approached her as she spoke, “I should send her back.”

Panic flooded the speedster and before his sister could so much as move a finger he grabbed both of her hands in his, “No!” He shouted, desperately.

“Please don’t. I’ll look after her, just… just don’t take her away from me. Not again.” He begged, shaking his head frantically and Wanda knew in that moment that sending you away would create more problems than it would solve.

With a steady nod Wanda squeezed her brother’s hands, “She’ll stay here. But she’s your responsibility now. If she becomes a problem she’ll have to go.” His sister explained causing Peter to once again nod his head frantically.

“There’s an empty house next door. It’s yours, take her home, she’s tired I can tell.” Peter left the kitchen without another word, a smile on his face as if the conversation with Wanda hadn’t shook him to his core.

When he entered the living room he watched fondly as Billy tried to impress you and Tommy sat contently beside you. Wanda had released you from her influence and you were simply fighting sleep while simultaneously keeping the twins occupied. Even without your mutation, Peter knew you were a superhero.

“Alright, nerds. Stop bugging my girl.” Peter walked casually to the couch and pulled you up gently, kissing your temple like he had done earlier, “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

When he pulled away you were looking at him, your expression somewhat defeated, “Home?” That’s right, he reminded himself, you didn’t know where home was.

He nodded gently, interlocking your fingers with his and led you to the front door.

“Bye boys!” He called over his shoulder, not bothering with a proper goodbye tonight.

True to her word, the house next door was vacant and ready for the couple to move into. As soon as the front door was shut Peter attached his lips to yours, feverishly moving his hands to your cheeks as you melted against him.

“I’ve been looking for you for so long.” You croaked, pulling away, select memories had began to return upon meeting his lips.

Completely overwhelmed you nuzzled your cheeks into his palms when tears began to leak from your eyes. Peter pulled you closer, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, “I know, baby. But I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

His words had only served to push you further towards the edge and you gripped his wrists to keep his hands in place, using him as an anchor. He shushed you gently once the picture frames nailed to the wall began to clatter against the plaster while you struggled to even out your breathing.

“I couldn’t think, Pete. I couldn’t- I couldn’t keep her out. There’s something so wrong here, we need to get out- we have to get out.” You rambled, tears streaming down your face now as the panic Wanda had pushed away from you earlier now manifested into a full blown panic attack.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/n, look at me, okay? Neither of us are under her control right now, you’re safe, you’re with me and I’m not going to let her so much as flick her wrist at you, do you understand me?” He spoke steadily and sternly, caressing your face so gently as if he was afraid you’d break.

After a second or two, the walls stopped shaking and you let Peter guide you to the stairs and into a double room. Carefully, he undressed you and redressed you into the shirt he’d been sleeping in, something in him just knowing being surrounded by his scent would calm you down.

Your hands snaked around his waist after he finished getting himself changed, with a content sigh you pressed your lips against his shoulder before pulling away to look into his eyes, “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Peter nodded his head, eyes softening at your concern, “M’better now.”

Before you could respond Peter had zoomed the pair of you into the floral double bed. He lay on his back, his silver hair sprawled against the pillow and his eyes looking at you contently. You gazed at him from your space against his chest, your body completely flush to his, the arm he had wrapped around your waist making you feel safe.

He hummed in approval as your finger lazily traced his jaw, he grinned dorkily, he watched your eyes fluttering open and shut as you struggled to stay awake. Peter wrapped both arms around you tightly, pulling you up ever so slightly to let your face rest against the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered when he felt your fingers toying with his hair gently.

You hummed, pecking the skin of his neck, “I love you, Peter. Or should I say Pietro?” He couldn’t stop his chuckle when he felt your lips form into a smirk as you continued to peck lightly at his neck.

Peter shook his head, his hands moving up and down your back, slowly and softly as he told you, “Nah, I just wanna be Peter with you. You’re the only person in this wacko town who knows who I am.”

“We’ll get out… and then we can go back to being whoever we were before we ended up here.” You spoke sleepily, but honestly, he knew you believed what you were saying.

He wanted to ask why you’d put yourself in this situation but he knew why. And he knew he’d follow you into anything like this too.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been proud of the love the pair of you shared, considering it had landed you in a borderline tyrannical suburbia. But even a barrier that wiped memories, a witch who could bend time, space and the very reality around her couldn’t keep the two of you apart.

Neither of you knew what would happen in the future but that didn’t matter so long as you had each other. As your breath evened out against his neck Peter promised himself that he’d find a way to get you both out, get everyone out.

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INSUFFERABLE l KIM DOYOUNG

GENRE: mature theme, slight smut

WARNINGS: choking, dom themes, cursing

asshole! Doyoung , enemies to ???

Words : 4k

You’re put in a group project with the most annoying pretentious jerk your law class had to offer. Immediately Doyoung tries to boss you around but you being you, you weren’t taking his shit...soon enough he finds out he can dominate you after all...in a very different way.

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“Theres no fucking way...no fucking way” you groaned looking at your group project list, eyes narrowing on possibly the worst people within your course year. Slumping in your seat you half smiled at the girl who approached you, one of your fellow members from project hell.

“Heyyy y/n I think we're in a group together” she grinned and took a seat next to you, flipping her red hair over her shoulder and checked herself out in her mirror covered cellphone.

Dami was probably the most narcissistic person you'd ever met and being in law, it was definitely a common trait around here. Dami sat up and began tapping you on your shoulder frantically “He’s in our group! Kim Doyoung is in our group” the two of you watched as the dark haired man conversed with the lecturer, casually turning back to look at the table where you guys sat, in annoyance.

“That guy is such a prick” a guy who slid in the desk behind you, Seungmin said and Dami nodded in agreeance as you all continued to watch him.

“Ive never really spoken to him before” you cocked your head, “What’s so annoying about him?”

This time another group member joined in, a quieter girl who normally sat in the back Jisoo, cleared her throat, “He is really bossy and only likes to do things his own way.”

‘Well he is about to meet his worst nightmare’ you thought knowing nothing pissed you off more than someone telling you what to do.

The muffled conversations around you began to soften as you felt someone stand over you and drop a file on your desk. Looking up, you locked eyes with the one and only Kim Doyoung, dressed in his usual black slacks, black turtleneck and clear rimmed spectacles. He raised his eyebrow at you as if you were supposed to guess what he wanted.

“What ?” you challenged him, folding your arms across your chest and returned an eyebrow raise.

Doyoung sighed in annoyance, his long slender fingers moved across the file and opened it swiftly, “I want you to do roll call” he said coldly.

A lump formed in your throat. You felt like you were being talked down to, it was something that infuriated the hell out of you. He wasn't older than you, nor was he getting better grades than you but somehow he had a superiority complex. Dami quickly nudged you and you rolled your eyes, “Seungmin ?”

“Here!”

“Jisoo ?” you placed a tick as you called out each name.

“Dami, Jangjun…?” you looked around and noticed that the usually loud comedic relief in your classroom was nowhere to be seen.

“I think Jangjun is late, i’ll text him” Seungmin sighed and pulled out his phone. You turned back to the roll call sheet and pursed your lips, “Kim Doyoung ?”

Doyoung just looked down at you, sucking in his bottom lip and raised that damn eyebrow at you again.

“You need to say ‘here’ do you not know how roll call works ?” you tested him and he rolled his eyes and sighed, “here.”

You smiled to yourself, completely satisfied with pissing him off when your internal celebration was interrupted by an out of breath Jangjun, who threw his bag on the floor and took a seat on Dami’s desk. Doyoung looked at him disgustingly, and even though you too were obviously annoyed by Jangjun’s tardiness, was that reaction really necessary ?

“Be on time” Doyoung sneered and grabbed the roll call file making his way back to the lecturer.

“Fuck Kim Doyoung is in this group ?” Jangjun groaned, sharing the sentiments of the entire meeting. You couldnt believe these were the people you had to work with for the week. It's like you could almost feel an outburst waiting to happen, whether it be from you or Kim Doyoung.

Doyoung returned and took out his phone, not really looking at any of you as he spoke, “we should make a group chat to update each other on work”

The group hastily shared each other's details and Doyoung created the chat and pinned a set of three rules.

The first was the group was strictly to be used for the project, no small talk or any other messages that weren't related to the project. The second rule was that no one talks about the group content in private chats as it will cause confusion among members. Lastly you weren't allowed to message after 9pm unless it was an emergency, a very serious emergency.

“Dang is this the military ?” Jangjun snickered as Seungmin and Dami tried their best to hide their laughs. It was typical of people like Dami and Jangjun to not take anything seriously. Their families were well off and they were just studying just for a piece of paper you call a degree. Doyoung couldn't even hide his annoyance, not like he ever did but he seemed particularly pissed off today.

“Look, just follow the rules and all of you get a free pass and then we never have to speak to each other again” Doyoung spat and made his way to the exit leaving the rest of you in utter shock.

———

The first two days were utter hell as Doyoung tried to take control of almost every aspect of the project and frankly you didn't even mind because his business proposal was flawless, it was just the way he spoke to all of you that drove you insane.

“Dami its not fucking rocket science all you need to do is make a clientele spreadsheet with the mock list the professor gave us” Doyoung didnt even lift his head from his laptop, unaware of the impact his words had on her.

Dami pushed away from the desk and her eyes began to well up and before you knew it she was running out of the library, with Jisoo and Seungmin following quickly out of concern.

“Nice move asshole” you rolled your eyes, continuing to work on your laptop.

Doyoung peered up and pushed his spectacles up, “what was that?”

“I said nice move asshole, do you intend to talk to your future clients like that?” He initiated a different kind of anger from you but you managed to keep your cool. Doyoung shrugged as if what he had said to Dami had not carried any weight and continued typing away.

A few minutes of the members disappearance quickly turned to an hour and Doyoung’s nonchalance about the whole ordeal really ticked you off to the point of slamming your laptop closed and pushed back from the desk.

Doyoung quirked his eyebrow at you, “Is something wrong ?”

“Is something wrong” you mimicked him, “Jangjun hasn't come in today because you sent him on multiple errands, and you just made Dami cry over something so ridiculous”

Doyoung sat back in his seat and rubbed his temples, “They're all freeloaders, you and I are the only ones doing work, why do you care so much about them?”

“Basic human fucking decency maybe?” you groaned and ran your fingers through your hair, “listen im not like them, i'm not gonna take shit from you”

“Sure”

“Youre a fucking asshole Kim Doyoung.”

—-

You lay in bed and replayed that scene with Doyoung in your head multiple times. He was so unbothered by your antics nor did he care about anyone's feelings within the group. He was cold, heartless all he thought about was himself. His cold expression was practically engraved in your head, spending all these hours with him was really not your favourite pastime.

Group 7 gc 7:00pm

KDY: I posted a schedule for tomorrow we will be working in pairs on the highlighted sections.

You took a look at his document and groaned when you saw your name placed next to his. There was no way, no way in hell you want to work with him one on one. Not caring about breaking his rule, you pulled up a private chat with him and began expressing your concerns.

y/n x KDY : 7:10pm

Y/N: Hi, there's no fucking way in hell am I working with you. Change It.

KDY: I said no private chats and no, I'm not changing it.

Y/N: Wouldn't it be better for us to split and have the others actually DO work for once ?

KDY: I barely gave them room for error, we're going to be the most anyway and besides, I'd prefer someone who can handle...my personality.

Y/N: …..so you agree..you are an asshole ?

KDY: I give people a reality check that's all..

Y/N: whatever makes you sleep at night...can I atleast choose our work venue because If I were stuck in a library again with you I might kill you.

KDY: haha..

KDY: sure.

Y/N: mango drop cafe, 10am.

KDY: cool, see you then.

‘Haha’. You had no idea why that text in particular riled you up. Did he find all of this amusing ? Was he making everyone's life a living hell because he enjoyed it ? You stared at his messages and somehow ended up on his profile picture. He was leaning against a railing dressed in all black with his hooded eyes concentrated on the camera lense, Your realization of how attractive he was came from the fact that you stared at the picture for a good 20 minutes. You wondered who took the picture, a girlfriend maybe ? You shook your head. He seemed too uptight to be getting laid. You sighed, closing your phone and awaited yet another day with the insufferable gorgeous man that was Kim Doyoung.

You arrived quite early at the cafe but of course Doyoung was here before you, already typing away at his laptop, in his usual attire. You greeted the barista and placed an order for a chilled cafe latte before making your way over to him.

“Hey” you said simply and took a seat opposite him in the booth. Doyoung’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and made room for your books on the table.

“You're here early”

“You're already picking a fight with me?” you said casually setting up your workspace.

Doyoung chuckled under his breath and shook his head, “I just didn't expect you this early y/n it's not that serious.”

You ignored his words and got straight to work, not in the mood to play his little game. You felt Doyoung look at you a few times. You weren't sure if it were to check if youre doing the right thing or he was just looking at you.

“Well i'm done with my part” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned.

“Yeah I'm pretty much done too, Do you want another cup of coffee ?” Doyoung offered pointing to your empty cup. You were taken back by his softer demeanor but quickly nodded, “uh yeah sure.”

Doyoung returned carrying a tray of two fresh cups of coffee and a slice of cheesecake. Setting everything down he handed you the extra fork and placed the cheesecake in the middle of the table to make it easier to share.

“H-how much do I owe you ?” You fumbled in your bag for your wallet.

“It's okay, it's my treat” Doyoung replied, placing a piece of cheesecake in his mouth and slowly licking the fork clean. You gulped as his tongue darted out carefully licking the cream from the metal, not leaving any residue behind. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you felt hot, almost claustrophobic.

“You're okay?” Doyoung asked innocently, unaware of what he was doing to you.

“Why are you being...nice?” You questioned, knitting your eyebrows together as the man continued to act as if this was his usual behavior.

Doyoung pursed his lips and placed the fork on the plate, “You want me to be mean to you?”

“No I just don't get-”

“I apologized to Dami and she told me she only overreacted because the guy she likes, Seungmin was there” Doyoung explained and removed his spectacles, “she was embarrassed to ask anyone for help, I paired them up for today.”

“Wait wha-”

“Also Jangjun works at the campus radio” Doyoung continued, “I had only found out the day we all met, I gave him tasks that will allow him more flexibility, that way he doesn't have to join group sessions often.”

You blinked, unable to form any words in order to reply to Doyoung. Especially after he chuckled at your speechlessness, knowing you didn't bother getting his side of the story at first.

“You were right y/n I dont have to be an asshole all the time, I just like to get my work done” He shrugged. You kept eye contact with him but somehow it felt as if he were still toying with you, waiting on your next reaction. He seemed like he played this game often, making sure he always had the upper hand. Doyoung seemed relaxed as he stared at you, taking another scoop of the cheesecake and slowly ran his tongue over his lips after his bite. What the fuck was he doing ?

“Y/N ?” you heard a familiar voice come from the entrance of the cafe. Your attention diverted from Doyoung to the blonde haired boy who began approaching your table.

“Jungwoo ? oh my God what are you doing here ?” You stood up and pulled him into a tight hug and pecked his cheek. Doyoung shifted awkwardly in his seat as he watched your exchange with the stranger.

“I got off early from class about to go to Subway, are you still doing that group project thing?” Jungwoo looked over at your table and half smiled at Doyoung who tried to distract himself with his phone.

“Uh yeah but i'm all done here I think, wanna hang out ?” you hooked arms with Jungwoo as he nodded enthusiastically. You turned around and scratched the back of your head,

“So...uh”

“Were all done you can go, I have somewhere to be anyway” Doyoung smiled as you slowly began packing up your things.

“Alright, see you tomorrow I guess” you bid your goodbye and headed out for lunch with Jungwoo.

—-

You had just finished up your skincare routine and caught up with a few instagram posts when you noticed Doyoung had followed you. Sitting up in bed you scrolled through his feed curiously. Every post was aesthetically pleasing and he looked absolutely hot in every single one of them. He had to have a girlfriend right ? No guy posts pictures this good without women flooding his DMs.

There was no harm in doing the same since he was in your class, you decided to return the follow and close the app. Suddenly your phone vibrated with a new message in your chats.

Y/N X KDY 10:30pm

KDY: hey

Y/N: aren't you breaking two of your rules right now ?

KDY: haha

KDY: I didn't realize what time it was…

Y/N: ….anyways..is this about work at least ?

KDY: kinda… you left one of your books at the cafe. I have it with me.

Y/N: oh… thank you.

KDY: no prob...oh I hope its not a problem I added you on ig

Y/N: no its okay we are friends I guess

KDY: haha I thought I was the insufferable asshole..

Y/N: you are...but not all the time. Look im sorry for saying shitty things about you.

KDY: its all good.

KDY: …….

Y/N: ..whats up?

You twirled your fingers as you watched the three dots from Doyoung pop up and disappear over and over again. What was taking him so long ?

KDY: that guy….that you met at the cafe..is he your boyfriend ?

Y/N: Jungwoo ? no way we've been friends since high school.

KDY: oh..

Y/N:....why would you even ask that ?

KDY: curious.

Y/N: curious about who I'm dating ??

KDY: A little.

You frowned at your phone and noticed Doyoung had changed his profile picture to a selfie. The picture was..something alright. You bit down on your lip as you enlarged the picture, which showed a wet haired Doyoung with his head resting in his palm and his long index finger was placed between his plump lips.

“Fuck y/n get yourself together” you gave yourself a pep talk before opening his chat back up again.

Y/N X KDY 10.54PM

Y/N: fine if you can ask a question can I ask one..

KDY: go ahead

Y/N: who do you keep thirst trapping for ?

KDY: ….haha thirst trapping ?

Y/N: Yeah who do keep posting these hot pics for huh

KDY: …..

KDY: You think i'm hot ?

Fuck. Why did you word it that way. You groaned immediately regretting sending that message but something in you was so curious about him you decided to just risk it, what was the worst that could happen ?

Y/N: well yeah, I mean I'm sure everyone thinks you're attractive, you seem to know it too.

KDY: wow.

KDY: I think you're hot too.

What the hell was going on. You felt your face heat up and you placed your pillow in between your legs as you turned on your side.

KDY: I was almost disappointed when I thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend, he's way too passive.

Y/N: ...and what makes you think you know what kind of man I need ?

KDY: hmmm

KDY: first of, with that fucking attitude of yours..A dominate one.

You swallowed hard as you felt a tingle in your stomach, squeezing your thighs together on the pillow to create more friction.

Y/N: I could say the same for you.

KDY: You may think youre dominate in many aspects...but when it comes to fucking..im the one in charge.

God you hated how hot that sounded. He had you in the palm of his hand through text. You were a mess and he wasn't even the room to fuel it. You wanted him so fucking bad it was insane.

Y/N: running your mouth doesn't equate to doing it you know...

KDY:.....

KDY: then would you like me to show you ?

Everything happened so damn fast. One minute you two were texting the next minute you were sharing your apartment location and Doyoung was on his way over. You scrambled to put on sexier underwear and do your hair, still in shock by the fact that Doyoung was on his way over to bang you.

You jumped when you heard the doorbell and realized it was him. Opening the door you were greeted to a very different look of Doyoung. His hair was messy and reached his eyes. Instead of his usual black academic attire he wore a loose white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, along with a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Hi” Doyoung smirked, his eyes were dark as he scanned your figure.

“Hi” you responded, leaning against the wall in the hallway and looked up at him. Doyoung slowly approached you, like a lion circling its prey. His slender fingers danced lightly along your body, drawing a line from your waist until he found your throat and wrapped his cold fingers around it. He bit down on his lip as he studied how perfectly his hand looked around it and squeezed gently, smirking after hearing a soft moan emit from you.

“I want you to do as I say, any back chat from you will get you punished you got that ?” he brought his lips down to your neck and exhaled.

You nodded in response but that wasn't good enough for Doyoung. You felt his squeeze on your throat once more and he used his hips to pin you against the wall, “use your words” he gritted his teeth.

“Yes sir” you replied obediently, and felt him smile against your neck.

“Good girl, and if i'm too rough let me know so I can stop okay ?” he replied, his voice changed and it was much sweeter and genuine than before. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek when you nodded and led you to the bed.

Doyoung lay you on the bed, already stripping off his shirt and ordered you to undress yourself and rid him off his sweatpants. You bit down on your lip taking notice of how aroused he was when you palmed his member.

Doyoung watched you through hooded eyes as you discarded his sweatpants and boxers. He softly patted your head and grabbed a tuft of your hair in order to make you look up at him.

“Spit” he ordered, and held out his hand and you did as you were told. You watched as he lathered himself with it, moaning as he stroked himself. He was so damn sexy, biting down on lip and slowly pleased himself as you watched.

“Do you want this inside you sweetheart ?” he cooed and placed a finger under chin.

You nodded quickly, “Yes please”

“What do you want me to do baby ?” He purred and hovered over you as you lay on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers moved against your warm skin, tracing your curves, ghosting over your heat and returning back to your lips to insert a digit inside.

Doyoung watched diligently as you sucked on his finger like the good girl he knew you were. He finally pulled his finger out and with one swift movement entered with his member before you could even respond to his question. You moaned as he quickly slammed his hips into yours, wasting no time in gaining a rhythm as you marked his back with scratch marks feeling as though you were on a high.

Doyoung fucked you like a pro, wasting no time to switch positions and had you on all fours, slapping your ass before slamming into you again, that pretentious smirk forming on his face as he heard your whimpers asking him for more.

“Are you ready to cum sweetheart ?” he asked, pulling you up as his strokes became slower and tugged on your ear with his teeth.

“Y-yes yes i'm ready” you panted.

“What's the magic word ?” he growled as he grabbed your throat and slowed down his pace as you were nearing your climax.

“Fuck youre so annoying PLEASE, please let me cum Doyoung fuck”

Doyoung chuckled and picked up his pace until you finally climaxed and he followed shortly after, collapsing in the bed next to you.

“You have such an attitude God” he rolled his eyes playfully, bringing the blanket over your bodies and grinned when you moved in to cuddle him.

“I guess you will have to fix that some time” you yawned and wrapped your arm around his waist, “but I have to admit, maybe I do enjoy the insufferable Kim Doyoung bossing me around once in a while.”

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reidyoulikeabook · 4 years ago

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48 from touch prompt list and 75 from prompt list 5 🥺🥺🥺 im so proud of you love such an amazing achievement i love you

-efirstly i love you thank you so much 🥺 secondly the PERFECT two prompts together you have a galaxy brain and i can truly not thank you enough for this!!

Ship: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol consumption & brief olden-time being married young talk.

Prompts: #48 - Dancing with each other & #75 Talking in an Elizabethan style to woo somebody

A/N: I listened to the ‘So Close’ song from the Enchanted soundtrack the entire time I was writing this so...put that on if you want!

A reminder I’m taking prompts for my 1k celebration until May 21st! :)

If Penelope Garcia loved two things in this world - Derek and science fiction aside - it was costumes and parties. So it made sense that for her birthday, she’d decreed she’d be throwing an Elizabethan-style ball. And that everybody had to dress up accordingly. Derek, always eager to put a smile on her face, had offered to throw it at one of his houses.

So it was there that you were headed, on this glorious Saturday night. In a not-so-glorious and infact, quite heavy, Elizabethan era gown. It was a good job you’d elected to take an Uber, because quite frankly the dress weighed a ton. It would have been impossible to drive in.

Good job they didn’t have cars back in the Elizabethan era.

Not that women would have been allowed to drive them anyway.

You’re only a little late when you arrive. Fashionably late, you’d go so far as to say.

“____!” Penelope greets with a squeal, rushing out to embrace you into a hug. You don’t even make it all the way through the door before she’s on you with a flurry.

If you thought your dress was a lot, you have to hand it to the birthday girl. She could never be upstaged. How her gown actually fit inside the house was a mystery, it was huge - puffy with a corset that cinched her in tightly at the waist. Her hair was coiffed into perfect curls. She looked stunning; like she’d stepped right out of a painting.

“You look amazing!” You tell her, squeezing her tightly.

“So do you! I’m so glad you took the theme seriously!”

“I take all themes seriously when it’s you threatening me about them.”

She laughs. “Well Derek did too. And Spencer, the others...” She frowns, “Well, I’d like to say they tried, but Rossi definitely didn’t. He did, however, pay for a gazebo and a live band so I’m willing to let it slide.”

You smile, allowing her to take you inside. She babbles some more on her way in about all the decorations, food, and how next time she’s going to make everybody send her pictures of their outfits beforehand.

She’s right about the gazebo though - it’s beautiful. It has elegant fairylights adorning it, illuminating the place in a candescent glow. The live band is an instrumental one - there’s even a fiddle.

Where the hell did Dave find a fiddle?

He’s rich.

That has to be the satisfactory answer for now. There are far more pressing matters at hand: like everybody’s costumes.

Horch is wearing some fancy suit, Emily has one that’s similar, Rossi clearly is just dressed in his normal attire. J.J appears to have picked one up from a fancy dress shop, but if anyone could make that look good, it’s her. Derek looks an absolute dream - clearly dressed by Penelope. It’s Spencer though, unsurprisingly, who has gone all out. He has a miniature version of one of those puffy collars on, his suit a gorgeous maroon colour. He even has white tights on, with the boots that matched. If there were prizes for best costume - which knowing Penelope, there might well be - she’d be up against some fierce competition.

“Spence!” You chime, opening your arms to greet him, “I love your costume!”

“I love yours too!” He beams, hugging you tightly, “The skirt of your dress is very fitting to the period.”

“Thank you!” You say, reluctantly letting go of him to greet everybody else in turn.

It’s hard to keep your eyes off him though, and everybody knows it. You and Spencer had been dancing around each other for months, the epitome of the will-they-won’t-they, and you can’t help but hope that tonight you might finally cross that threshold.

It’s Penelope’s birthday.

Who are you kidding? Penelope would be ecstatic to claim credit.

***

You’re giddy, not just with the glass of wine in your system. With happiness, the exuberant kind that comes from watching all your friends exist among one another. It doesn’t hurt that Spencer barely leaves your side the entire night. He’s a veritable treasure trove of Elizabethan era facts. You’ve learnt more than any history class could possibly teach you.

A slow song comes on, which is when you decide to seize your opportunity.

Now or never.

You bump your shoulder against his. When you have his attention, you nod towards the dance floor, “Come and dance with me.”

He furrows his brows, clearly weighing up his options in his head.

You affect an Elizabethan lilt, “Thou art going to leave me alone at the ball, fair Lord Reid?”

“I could hardly dream of it,” He says, imitating you, “Would thou care to dance with me?”

He offers out his hand. You take it, noting how he gets the barest blush on his cheeks.

“Thou had me practically petrified, I thought you may never ask,” You tease, accepting his hand, squeezing it once for reassurance.

He laughs, nose crinkling. He rests his hand on your hip hesitantly, only solidifying his grip when you rest yours on his bicep. His other comes to rest on the other side, just above where your dress puffs out. The song playing sounds vaguely familiar, although it’s harder to place with it being an instrumental version.

You lean into him, side-stepping in time with him. He’s not a dancer by nature, that much is clear, but he is surprisingly good at leading.

It’s easy to let him guide you around the dance floor. You stutter a bit, almost tripping. His grip on your hip tightens.

“Be careful fair maiden,” He reprimands teasingly, “Thou wouldn’t want to fall.”

“Thou wouldn’t want to be seen with a maiden who has made a royal fool of herself.”

He shakes his head, “I could hardly bare it.”

“I do not know how you can bare to be seen with me regardless. I’m practically a haggard spinster,” You say, with a dramatic sigh.

He twirls you around, voice slipping back into his normal tone, “Actually it was mainly women from wealthy families who would marry young, from age 12. With poorer or middle class families it was most common for women to be in their mid-twenties by the time they got married, the average age was about 24.”

“Still younger than me,” You retort, stepping in time with him. You’re pressed up against his chest now.

His breath fans over your cheek, from the way he’s bent, from the way you’re leaning in to him. His big hand spans over your back, holding you close to him as he steps to the right.

“Well,” He says, affecting the English accent, “Thou art a lady of the highest stature. A commoner could not possibly hope to marry one such as yourself.”

You giggle, “Oh fair Lord Reid. Whenst will I possibly find a husband?”

With surprising ease, he dips you, allowing you to fall gracefully into his arms. He’s study, supportive. Before you know it, you’re back on your feet.

“Thou might be looking in the wrong places.”

“Pray tell, wherest would one suggest a lady like me ought to look?”

“Perhaps closer to ones home,” He says, English accent - if you could call it that - slipping a little, favouring sincerity.

“How much closer?”

His hands return to your waist, and yours to his chest. There’s only an inch between your bodies. He looks down at you with sincerity brimming in his eyes, “Perhaps a little closer.”

Your hand trails up to his chin. It dips at the mere weight of your thumb resting on it, “Gallant Lord Reid, perhaps this close?”

“Perhaps,” He swallows, voice morphing into the accent again, as if he’s afraid to be vulnerable, “Thou art a maiden, thou art to be courted before marriage.”

“And where would one court a fair maiden like me?”

“Where would the fair maiden like to go?”

“Wherever, as long as you’re the one taking her.”

He swallows. His eyes scan your face, watching how you deliberately look to his plump lips. He hesitates for only a moment longer, before leaning in and planting the most delicate kiss upon them.

If it wasn’t for the elated drunken giggles of everyone else around you, you’d have been lost in the bubble of a moment forever. It’s okay though, because at your wedding, Penelope is sure to tell the tale of the Elizabethan ball where you - the fair maiden - finally got together with your perfect Lord. You have to admit, it’s a good one.

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polandspringz · 3 years ago

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I just NEED to yell about donbrothers bc although I feel like I have so many thoughts i probably only have like two but i need a space to talk about HOW good the show is rn

this is only my second sentai series (zenkaiger the first), so im not used to a lot of the plot structure (like maybe the team dynamics have been done before but to me its new) and im still adjusting to Japanese live action with the more overacting style but anyway episode 13 just was SUCH a good watch-

It was the culmination of so much thus far- the team is still struggling to work together, but not in battle but in bonds because unlike Zenkaiger where they lived together or close in age they all have their own lives and are from different backgrounds, they literally just get summoned to battle against their will when an enemy shows up. In episode 1, Haruka doesn’t know what’s going on, Kijino already has been through this but from what we’ve seen of his flashback/origin they are all just randomly chosen- and from what we learned in Haruka’s reset episode whatever misfortune has caused them to be chosen, if they aren’t the ones suffering from something then it will just be passed onto someone else- I feel like there’s a lot going on with how the Cerebrans’ world is powered by humanity’s brains, not like an entirely different world then but another realm that just absorbs or formed out of the energy from the human brain, and so with the issue of humanity’s desires causing disruptions to them, its sort of this flow of the universe thing? Like if Haruka isn’t the one who gets accused of plagiarism, then it passed onto someone else, so its a “set role in the universe” sort of thing because their brains/energy flows to another plane which probably flows somewhere else. I do like the breakdown of the themes of heart, body, and brain, with the Donbrothers/humans being heart, cerebrans the brain, and now the beastials as the “body”?

Anyway, what I actually wanted to yell about was everything with Sonoi and Tarou in episode 13. I already commented on another post that their whole discussion about lies and the moon is very reminiscent of the Japanese saying of “You are as beautiful as the moon” = “I love you”. But this episode was just nonstop attack on the viewer emotionally (at least for me). It was sort of Alfred Hitchcock’s Bomb Theory with “There is no terror in the bang, only the anticipation of it”, for we learn that the Noto need to kill Momotarou because he is their enemy, and immediately after that we are faced with Sonoi and Tarou interacting like normal. Because they do not know that they are each others’ enemies, the audience now has to realize that everything will come crumbling down eventually. I expected this to be drawn out for a few episodes, maybe even till the climax of the series, as Tarou’s line about them getting oden sometime reminded me very much of Stacey in Zenkaiger’s “Return to Colorful” conflict- in which a promise was made but could not be fulfilled, or when the characters were finally aware of each other and in a fight Tarou would yell out something like “What about getting oden?/Guess we’ll never get that oden.” Well. We did get that, but it was ALL in one episode.

I was SO surprised when they were revealed that quickly, but wasn’t dissatisfied at all. I was glad we didn’t end up dragging that out for episodes slowly, keeping the audience with a “will they, won’t they”. And then on top of that reveal, we didn’t even get hesitation on Sonoi’s part of processing what he knew before getting the resolve to kill Tarou- he right away asked his weakness, knowing Tarou couldn’t lie, and immediately defeated him. While Sonoi was probably able to do so because he’s a Cerebran, unable to not do what he’s supposed to (like how Tarou can’t lie, he must do the “right” course of action), I think Sonoi has already become affected by human emotions and will definitely be dealing with his actions over the next few episodes.

#love that i suddenly get proper punctuation halfway through this #anyway #im broken #avataro sentai donbrothers

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kuboism · 4 years ago

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Bleach Canon Vs. Studio Clown Episode 1

Intro to the series

WARNING: Long read but theres plenty of pictures

The first deviation we’re greeted with is what the anime presents as the arrival of hollows into the human world. With a likely artistic rendition of them forming from the shadows of Hueco Mundo and dripping/bleeding over into the human world like splotches of ink, after which they disappear - unable to be perceived by humans.

A/N: Which, kubos to the anime, is rather neat.

The anime also decided to incorporate the first volume poem which is the thematic beginning and a great establisher of the mood/themes of Bleach, which roughly translates to:

我らは姿無きが故にそれを畏れ

“We fear that which cannot be seen”

And then they curiously add a line to this poem?

姿無き故に敬う

”We revere that which cannot be seen"

A/N: Which, initially seems on brand with the spiritualism of that “which is not seen” - the shinigami, DEATH itself if you will. However, unlike the themes of “fear” and “fear of death/the unseen”, “reverence” is not really a theme prevalent or definitive for bleach. Reverence is not particularly reserved for death or death gods, but antagonists with themes of divinity/the Soul King himself, but I digress.

Next off the bully scene has a couple of missing/reworded lines, as well as some of the delivery changed, but overall it’s not significant enough to mention.

I also wish they’d kept Ichigo’s shit yourself scary face from this moment right here, since it really underlines how serious and personally invested Ichigo is in bringing small justice to the souls of the departed, but I can only pray a future remake does include it.

^ I am disappointed in y’all :/

vs.

v Karma delivery, bitch

Then for some reason the next scene is changed significantly:

In the manga, it builds up slowly to Ichigo’s reveal of supernatural abilities with the iconic TM character profile intros (which I can see why weren’t recreated in the anime, but I sure wish they put them in....)

with him spooking the bullies off with the ghost girl right behind him

Versus his scary face doing the job instead.....

It’s a small change, and I can see why it would be opted for - we don’t really know if they even saw the ghost in the first place (then again you could argue that would spook them anyway). There is a tonal difference in the long run though. The manga emphasizes once again *why* ichigo is scolding them in the first place - he sees the people disrespected by them knocking down the vase, he wants them to acknowledge their actions *because* in his mind, there are real victims he knows from it. While in the anime, since the ghost is not yet introduced, it feels more like “you are disrespectful to the dead” in a more generalized way vs. him actually being acquainted with the dead and treating them like the living.

(Again, not sure why change it so much at all........the suspense and reveal are in the manga just the same.... but ok)

As well as cutting off this small moment where you can see Ichigo’s very human (and cute!) interactions with the ghosts. To him they’re just as real as the living, and he lends them a hand whenever they ask for help.

Also lmfao this 4kids level of censorship.....

It goes on rather faithfully for a while, no significant omissions, then Pierrot decides to randomly replace Yuzu’s lines with Karin??

Manga:

Anime:

Which is an odd choice, given that not only does Yuzu sense ghosts just fine (albeit at a much lesser level than her family) and that later comes into play with Fishbone & Grandfisher, but Karin literally later admits that she doesn’t even want to acknowledge their presence, so why the change....?

They also cut short Karin’s little talk about Ichigo’s stats, which is a fair change for screentime’s sake, but mentioned for the record.

There’s a bit of a divergence with Yuzu lore, when the manga explicitly states she sees them, but not “clearly”, the anime focuses on her barely sensing them. I guess it doesn’t matter that much in the long run, since she is not that prevalent in the story, but it’s here for the record nonetheless.

Anime:

vs.

Manga:A

Also this next bit was removed, probably for the sake of pacing (which, totally fair!!), but it’s funny and I love the Kurosaki family so here it is:

It does make the flow a bit better in the manga, since this talk of selling his talents distracts Ichigo and creates an opening for his father to strike, in the anime, the same is done with Ichigo just randomly saying

and thats where his father attacks him, which isnt really an issue, just kind of funny of how the manga is like:

Ichigo’s distracted by his sisters plotting to sell him out and hence Isshin has his chance to strike back

vs the anime being like:

Ichigo randomly thinks about dinner mid convo about ghosts and thats what distracts him from play-fighting with his dad

gfdkhlgfdg okayyyy....moving on

In the manga this scene is interspliced with Ichigo’s inner monologue about the nature of his powers (with hip jargon like “for real” courtesy of Viz )

(but my beef with Viz translations are for another day)

Also the line about “He told me more ghosts than ever have been haunting me” has been given to Karin for some reason, probably to make her feel more included in the scene/Ichigos life.

Notably, Isshin’s response is changed from “What?! He talks about stuff like that with you (Yuzu, singular)” to “What?! He talks about stuff like that with you guys?” as well, again probably to include Karin more into the dialogue. (Mmmm ok....)

Minor detail, but Karin’s lines has been changed to more “boyish” speech structure in the Japanese dub, which may seem insignificant, but ...... that is for later.

.....

This little exchange

is replaced with:

Which, seems innocuous adaptation differences, but Yuzu’s lines keep decreasing and it’s a short enough moment to like....include and establish how motherly Yuzu is acting towards Ichigo.....but ok...huh.

And now we get into the big boy changes.

So, probably for the sake of grounding the supernatural element of the series, the anime decided to skip time to the next morning and introduce the hollow attacks with a news report.

Which.....is an interesting choice. I am assuming this is addressing how the real world perceives the hollow attacks, which Bleach doesn’t put too much effort into addressing, but very soon after this we learn about stuff like memory replacement and other various technology to keep things under wraps so this is either redundant or implying that shinigamis have not been doing their job, which hm......

Next off is the bizarre choice to paint Isshin out of the picture for the night

Not sure why, but ok

Again, where’s the shinigami with their Kikanshinki (memory replacement devices)??? Pierrot where’s the lore coherence......

Anyway, Ichigo goes to replace the girl’s vase, but suprise-surprise she’s gone-zo. Wonder what happened to her.....

(And....again, people vehemently don’t want a reboot when the anime looks like this? )

So Ichigo hears a scream and a hollow scream and follows the sound (Ok?).

Totally random hollows attack. Which Ichigo somehow has never seen so far? Mind you, this isn’t like in the manga, where Fishbone was sent by Aizen specifically after Ichigo to make him aware of it. These are random-ass hollows attacking people, so how come Ichigo suddenly sees them. Ya coulda played it safe Pierrot, and stuck to the book, but we got plot inconsistencies episode one so let’s party.

The girl is, of course, not eaten and they run away.

She trips at the most inconvenient moment. (can ghosts trip? Ghost don’t even have legs in japanese lore and Kubo draws them floating around so okkkkkkkk)

(ok ok, im just being petty, bUT YKNOW)

(convenient tripping on deadass levelled ground is convenient)

(also God I really want that bag Ichigo’s got on his shoulder, it looks so nice)

Random-ass hollow closes in and

BOOM

Rukia

(Now, if the rest of Bleach and the manga didn’t exist I would like this moment. We get a glimpse into Rukia’s abilities, into shinigami as a concept and we don’t really get to see her slice and dice hollows that much overall so the moment itself is rad in isolation.

Now, unfortunately for Pierrot’s screenwriters, Bleach manga exists and so does it’s lore, which again, would not be inconsistent with each other if the adapation was faithful. Now, Ichigo sees a shinigami, for some reason, for the first time in his 15 years of life. All of a sudden.

You could argue, that much like in the manga, this is all part of Aizen’s plan TM, but like, she literally leaves right after leaving Ichigo gaping in awe ghfkjgdf. Why’d Aizen give him an appetizer, I really don’t understand how this change is benefitting the narrative in any way. It’s ....dare I say....generic.)

Rukia yeets the hollow

(why is this kid suddenly not wearing shoes?)

and goes off on her merry way, leaving Ichigo shooketh

ALSO RUKIA MA’AM THERES A FUCKING STRAY GHOST RIGHT AT YOUR RIGHT????? ISNT IT YOUR LIKE....JOB.......... TO HELP GHOSTS MOVE ON??? i know killing hollows is the fun part, but like ghjkfdlgfd ??? are you gonna ignore her???

( his fucking face ghfjdkgdlfgfd)

So after this wholeass pointless detour (you’ll see why it’s pointless in a moment) we timeskip again (the filler is strong in this one. These 6 minutes were worth not coming up with something cohesive and removing scenes that actually make sense ah yes)

Ichigo is in deep thought TM about who tf is the stranger he’d just seen. Likely mulling over the monsters and how this person was able to slay said monsters. Probably thinking how unusual they are.

and as if on cue

the stranger makes their presence once more

(my God these faces gfhgkldfg)

....

Now let’s briefly address what happens in the manga instead.

Instead of the whole timeskip scene with the fight, Ichigo simply returns to his room on the same day, and oddly enough recognizes the species of the butterfly he sees? (nerdy boi! nerdy!! boi!)

rukia arrives much the same

(With the little text emphasizing how he’d never been aware of soul reapers, which is unsurprising given their secrecy, and makes sense in the long run since their first meeting is specifically orchestrated by Aizen. Two species that werent meant to interact brought together by his schemes.)

Back to the anime:

Ichigo pauses to ponder who tf they are and why the fuck they’re there.

and then the anime has the gall to suddenly revert to sticking to the manga, which like.... Ichigo kicks her for no reason? I guess because she isn’t answering? Even though Ichigo knows she has a sword and can wield it? Reckless boy.

Manga Ichigo thinks she’s a burglar, therefore, unsurprisingly, is comfortable kicking her outta his house. It’s a silly moment, but it also shows how accustomed or stupidly brave he is with the supernatural.

In the anime Ichigo asks her who she is instead of all that, and she responds pretty similarly to the manga

AND THE NEXT SCENE IS WHERE IT CLICKS WHY THEY WENT OUT OF THEIR WAY TO REMOVE ISSHIN FROM THE HOUSE.

(Ichigo and Rukia addressing the pointless filler, this leads nowhere)

Rukia check him out like she’s checking if the oranges on sale dont have mold on them

slapstick ensues

and Rukia decides to answer his question.

Vs. the manga in which Isshin doesn’t leave his children home alone for some random conference and is actually used very efficient for two reasons:

1) building up on the burglar gag with actually funny slapstick that is based on a previously established joke

2) Instead of Rukia just saying “oh usually people can’t see me”, we get an actual demonstration of it, the reader gets to see “oh Isshin can’t see her - she must be a spiritual entity,” which further clicks with her surprised reaction at him being able to kick her in the first place.

The next scene is the classique Pierrot censorship.

Ghost girl runs away from what I’m assuming is Fishbone.

Aside from not showing her get eaten, the scene is pretty much delivering the same message,

bUT

BECAUSE OF THE STUPID ASS FILLER WITH THEM MEETING RUKIA BEFORE THIS, I CAN ACCUSE RUKIA OF NEGLIGENCE.

UNLIKE THE MANGA, where Rukia arrives the night before and is specifically seeking Fishbone, therefore having no time to help this girl pass away,

This vvvvvvv

could have been prevented if SOMEONE DID THEIR FUCKING JOB THE DAY BEFORE VVVVVVV

(I rest my case. Thank you Pierrot for making Rukia either negligent or an idiot. Awesome, And mind you, these changes were unnecessary. The manga’s pacing is fine. They could’ve extended scenes. But nope, had to go for making them meet beforehand.)

Anyway, we get to see some actual stakes in the manga

The next scene which is this in the manga

has two changes to it. Firstly, obviously Isshin being consoled by Yuzu isn’t included since he isn’t home in the anime, and even if he were, I can see why that would be removed, cute as it may be.

And secondly, due to them having met prior Ichigo asks two additional questions:

And Rukia nods at both, which means she acknowledges that she had seen the girl the hollow was after and yet did nothing to help her pass on.

(Reminder the Bleach anime was in production WAAAAY past the first 4 volumes, which gave a good general idea of the series, which y’know, was fine to adapt as is.

You’ll see these changes add up into becoming inconsistent with further Bleach lore. There’s a reason people call Bleach a hot mess, and I’m afraid Kubo ain’t really it.)

(Volume 14 Note from Kubo where he talks about the anime being announced)

Back to the series

Pet peeve time: Wish the anime was half as expressive as the manga

These scenes are supposed to represent

This panel:

(Nitpicking? Perhaps, but idc)

So uh, this scene is odd

Again, because of the addition of that filler with the hollow

Ichigo has seen her in action

And they even added Rukia trying to convince him

even though, yknow???

LITerally the previous day???

Anyway in the manga, where Ichigo has reason to be distrustful of her and her claims since y’know hes never seen her or a shinigami in action, but has enough proof that she’s a ghost bc his dad didn’t see her, he simply dismisses her before she can reply, and instead of just getting angry for being called a pipsqueak

she shows both Ichigo and the audience proof of her spiritual powers by binding Ichigo and forcing him to quietly listen to her explanations.

(To reiterate - Anime Rukia has to verbally try to convince Ichigo WHO SAW HER FIGHT A HOLLOW THE OTHER DAY that shes no ordinary ghost. And because of that, she has no other reason to use Sai on him other than that shes mad she was called a pipsqueak bc she just tried to verbally convince him shei is a shinigami. When they could just adapt the manga and have her both demonstrate her powers and put him in his place at the same time. Wild.)

Also CRIMINALLY BORING SHOT, WITH CRIMINALLY BORING RUKIA

#NotMyRukia

LOOK AT THE MANGA

LOOK AT HER SMUGLY OWNING ICHIGO’S IGNORANT ASS #FuckYeahRukia

Also the subs may not show it if you’re watching it on Netflix, but anime Rukia says “I am not allowed to lay my hands on humans outside orders,” which like, you ARE LITERALLY DOING THAT. Manga Rukia is fine with bullying Ichigo, but she draws a line at killing him, but man Anime Rukia, you give no fucks about the laws huh.

why so cheerful?

(also Rukia be right tho)

(specifcally compared to hell you could say Soul society is a resftul place lmfao)

Also anime salary man gets to rest in peace, even like, pray and shit

Meanwhile the manga

YEET TO SOUL SOCIETY

(also notice how we’ve been robbed of ichigo’s silly socks

I swear the anime knows how to suck the soul out of the manga

Get it? Soul! haha ....moving on.)

Really Rukia? One of your jobs?

GUESS YOU WERE OFF DUTY HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I’M SORRY BUT LIKE, SEE HOW POINTLESS THIS FILLER IS UGH!!!)

(Again pet peeve but look at how ugly this screen is COMPARED TO THE MANGA)

(What have they done to you, queen)

(also they never mention the name Konso ( or as Viz calls it here -”soul funeral”, thanks Viz)

Next on, not a pet peeve, but an observation:

Anime Rukia keeps her sketchbook in her kimono

Manga Rukia keeps it at the titty

Yep, which you neglected to do the day before,

she literally says “With the konso I did just a moment ago” like she used the word before. Like you can contextually get it, but why cut that line out of the dialogue if you don’t change the next line it’s referenced in?

There’s also a dialogue change from the manga’s well, Viz uses “vaporize” which is not a bad choice given the specific wording Kubo uses, but the original says

昇華 • 滅却

sublimate/convert • extinguish

which is a clever little nod/foreshadowing to the nature of souls in bleach and that they can be “converted” in and out of a hollowfied state.

While the anime just says “to slay hollows”, and albeit it lacks the little nod the manga has to offer, I can’t see how they’d include it in the anime at that stage so I’m fine with them simplifying it to like, an exorcism.

A better question then Rukia - WHY DIDN’T YOU SEND OFF HER SOUL????

also WAIT THE GIRL IS STILL ALIVE?? she’s dead-dead by this point in the manga.

BULLSHIT !!! YOU LITERALLY EXPLAIN LATER WHY!! ACTUALLY YOU EXPLAINED EARLIER WHY!!! YOU LITERALLY SAID THIS, 1 MINUTE AGO :

Anyway, Fishbone almost grants her the priviledge of escaping this God-awful anime, but is suddenly stopped?

AND CAN TALK??

wait WHY DOES FISHBONE TALK?? GHFJD isnt this supposed to be a juicy reveal for later when Ichigo realizes “hey theyre not actual complete monsters - but used to be humans!” Hm, ok.

Also leaves her alone? Damn ok...

Reminder:

Moooving on...

Speaking of the manga, this little moment is missing:

Since there is no pointless filler that would make him ask about the ghost girl therefore exposing Rukia’s slacking off of her duty, Ichigo realizes that there must be a hollow nearby bc in the manga he actually has braincells to spare.

Also wiping off the Baron’s moustache moment is gone 😢

Missing and dearly missed is also this moment, which consolidates how protective Ichigo is of his family. He only needs to hear Yuzu scream to click that the hollow is nearby and his family is in danger. I feel like anime Ichigo should be even more worried since his sisters are alone but ok??

Also foreshadows their dynamic of Rukia trying to stop his reckless attempts at pushing himself to protect his family, bc yknow....she has her own Kaien trauma to process.

Next off....

This is .... a choice....

They were very eager to give Yuzu’s lines to Karin just a couple of moments ago but now this whole exchange:

Where we see a very pragmatic yet soft side of Karin

She doesn’t know what is happening, and doesn’t expect her brother to fight it - he just wants him to be safe, because she loves her family. At least warn him before it gets to him and hurts him.

is replaced with this:

Yuzu, sweetie, what do you think he can do to achieve that.

I guess at least Anime Ichigo tries to get Rukia to do her job as she looks down on Yuzu in silence.

But compare it to the manga:

#MyRukia stops by Karin to check for a pulse and reassures Ichigo that his sister is alive.

Manga Ichigo is NUMBER ONE oniichan in town and doesnt have time to call out to a stranger to save his family - HES BEYOND READY TO GO FIGHT, RECKLESS AS IT IS, EVEN THOUGH HIS OWN FAMILY BEGS HIM TO JUST RUN. because he cant let himself be unable to protect them. He cant live with himself if he doesnt try his darnest to protect them.

*elevator music playing as ichigo tries to get rukia’s attention but she fucks off downstairs, but instead of doing shit he just does the worm on the floor*

which I guess is more realistic for a teenage boy, but Ichigo is literally traumatized by being unable to protect a family member. Y’all think a ghost he’s never seen before is gonna stop him?

Yooo, pathetic. #NotMyIchigo

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ibroughtyoumybullets · 4 years ago

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You said not to ask so please ignore this if you don't want to explain, but could you elaborate on your March 19th / May 1st theory? thanks!

ahfkafhksfh yeah no problem. its not a theory its just ... brain worms that have taken a specific shape but thats not new this is just the latest form. under a cut because i hate like. getting peoples hopes up over something ive entirely made up

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> i think frank has been like. suspicious lately. i dont know how to explain it beyond that. he’s done a LOT of press-but-not-press in the last month or so. sure, he’s definitely bored and stuck in his house like the rest of us, and he had a new EP come out, and the EP is technically the reason for the press. but it also ... isnt. like the bulk of it has been AFTER the EP came out, and none of it has been wholly focused on the EP. and to me, at least, it feels like, i dont know, easing the band back into public consciousness thru a press circuit without the band ACTUALLY doing a press circuit because MCR been pretty hard and fast about the ‘we dont need or want ur press’ when it comes to the reunion.

> continuing off the last one, in the ... jim ward interview he did, i think? one of the more recent ones, at least - he got asked about his writing process and mentioned working with gerard in present tense. very very likely it meant nothing at all, but also like ... i dont trust him LOL part of me thinks it was on purpose. Im just suspicious of him after the broken clock thing.

> not only did frank mention working with gerard in the present tense, for Months now, but especially during his recent mini press tour, frank has been really vague but consistent in talking about working with people on music remotely. id have to go looking for it and i dont feel like it, but it’s been something along the lines of ‘working with new people And people you know’. suspitcheous.

> ONTO GERARD. Gerard like never uses social media. but then a couple days ago he pops up to mention franks EP (which is sweet) and makes sure to sign it so its like, obviously not something his social media manager wrote up for him. and in that post he mentions being down in the lab. and LORD KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THAT MEANS besides the fact that he’s working on something. but hey, its gerard, when isnt he.

> But Gerard’s also doing that charity stream on the 2nd. and we havent seen gerard in MONTHS. since august, maybe? and he’s not just speaking, hes PERFORMING. besides the shrine show, the last time he performed was for the muppet charity thing with ray in 2016, and before that, it was the last hes alien leg in 2015. None of us even expected him to perform when it got announced - it had to be confirmed by the event organizers. and that just ... pings something in my brain, same as franks little press tour. It’s gerard emerging from his cave, Being A Musician, you know?

> SPEAKING of the last time we saw gerard, he teased us back in the summer by mentioning that he has something he’s been working on thats not comic book related that he cant talk about. maybe its a fucking line of hot sauces or a tripp collaboration.

> Or maybe its music.

> this is where we depart from reality a little bit more:

> this has been trotted out again and again on here as a talking point, and i dither between agreeing with it or not, but: MCR spent two years planning their return. they had a plan, for whatever the fuck was supposed to happen - even if all that was supposed to happen was the tour.

> and their plan got pissed on, doused in gasoline, set on fire, extinguished, and thrown into the mouth of a lion. But They Had A Plan. And theyve been fucking radio silent except the hipdot collab, and before that, rescheduling shows. I ASSUME their almost-year of silence has been them, in part, reformulating their plan. Changing whatever it was going to be to fit the new timeline, or making a back up plan in case things get worse.

> But the original plan had them all free - as far as we know - after november of 2020. so they wouldnt have had active MCR stuff happening for the national anthem comic book release, the electric century album + comic release, the you look like death tua comic release. But those things still happened, because they didnt require having to be in the real world where the plague is.

> so, what the worms hinge on, is that whatever the New Plan Is, Whatever They Are Doing Now, it involves waiting until all their obligations and projects that SHOULDNT have interfered with MCR stuff - but had to the potential to because of covid - ended.

> and thats now. thats the next couple weeks. you look like death just finished up, mikeys album and comic are out, and national anthem finishes up in like a week in a half.

> and then theres nothing (that we know of) until the rescheduled shows happen, or *knocks thrice on wood* they have to reschedule again.

> and this is where we really enter crazy town:

> so i was thinking about all of these things, and the imagery / themeing for the return (what little we got of it) and how a year ago everybody was pulling out the wheel of the year trying to figure out what they would do next, and when.

> and March 20th (i know i said march 19th originally, i’ll get into that) is Ostara.

> if youre not vaguely witchy, its basically a festival for the spring equinox. light and dark are in balance, yadda yadda yadda. and i could go into full on insane depth about the black and white aspects of the return, the witchiness of an offering + a summoning but i wont. it boils down to: its the closest festival to when all of MCR’s calendars are clear as far as we know, and its almost a year to date of when they had to reschedule the shows.

> and March 19th is a Friday. which is new music release day. Ostara / the equinox are technically on saturday, but its at 5am on saturday morning so ... technicalities.

> so the worms in my brain say new single on march 19th. or Something on march 19th. or 20th. one of those days.

> and the worms in my brain also say MCR are a bunch of cruel little shits, and theyre gonna make us wait before they give us anything substantial.

> so we move to May 1st.

> May 1st is also known as May Day, also known as Beltane. (We’re back to the wheel of the year for this one) Its the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. And its a Saturday. which is NOT new music release day - but hey, its close enough.

> may day is also like, similar to halloween / samhain in that the veil is supposed to be thinner on those days, and i think theres a connection the imagery and over-all plan wise between coming back on halloween, and possibly doing something on mayday. i dont think they just came back on halloween as a birthday present to frank.

> so second single on may day, or album? or announcement that theres gonna BE an album? maybe they wont give us a single on ostara but just tease us with something. i dont know. but i think theres something here.

> im aware this was a lot of words and i basically gave you nothing, but i can only give you what the worms give to me.

> sorry for being the way i am. hope this helped.

#Anonymous #asks #anon

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donnyclaws · 3 years ago

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is there any facts you'd be willing to drop abt connie, max or alex? im pretty curious about them!

OFC! They're all a bit lacking in different ways on a writing development level but I am handing out facts regardless! I have another indepth post abt Connie's family dynamic and symbolism around her horns here too + in my jealous animation meme description

- Connie certified country girl, she grew in a particularly isolated area. Thinking of it being literally in the bad lands (aka a dragon continent that is largely inhospitable, but has few scraggly villages around mountains). her horns as a weapon as a kid thing then would be an issue of resources where you really have to use whatever you have to get by.

- I'd say idw spoil Alex but i know I've peppered bits of this around before. She's vaguely related to the cult through blood, it was very much falling apart and dysfunctional around the time she was there, so even though she could leave freely it had a massive effect on her worldview.

- Zero clue on Max's background yet but he's a drag performer at a popular city bar. He's very unsure about life goals or the future (general theme for main characters) because of past experiences and the general lifespan of demons not always being great. He is aware of Macon wanting him to help manage the bar and succeed him, which is a topic he actively avoids thinking deeply on.

- He has trouble with dating, feeling like partners he takes are aren't interested in him emotionally, and if they are they quickly get annoyed by his energy and personality.

- Connie is a trans woman and transitioned quite young, mainly practically through hormones instead of magic.

- Alex previously identified as a trans man but is now a trans masc lesbian. She kept transitioning after realizing, and either still is or had the changes made permanent via magic.

- Max is trans masc and genderfluid, haven't decided how he transitioned bc i need his backstory but I think it'd mostly be magic based.

- Connie and Max are besties, Alex and Connie have been dating for a long time but there's definitely a few issues with communication. Really they all became close out of a survival instinct cause they were all fairly new to the city when they met eachother (with Connie and Alex meeting first, then Max a bit later). It also means there's a lot of ways all of them could care for eachother better.

- Alex is very hardcore. Being close to her is more like a fight ready stray cat that you occasionally entice into eating food off your porch. She's an executioner and generally doesn't have qualms about killing for money, it's a common attitude for demons in the city who had to really fight to live but she's like 89% okay for it vs maybe like, 20-30%. She's easy to know and like but very difficult to deeply care for.

- They all get quite close to Damian when they're in the picture. Connie has a plethora of reasons she'd say for wanting to help them, really she just wanted someone to lean on in return. They're literally just Max's type tm and he's thrilled to date someone for longer than a week, and who genuinely really likes him. And on a surface level, them and Alex have uncommon attitudes towards fighting and killing people born out of traumatic circumstances. (They're very different attitudes but they bond regardless). Anyway damian's kind of the stupid little heart glue that holds them together.

- Connie is the most normal in the group just on like a functional person level, her and Alex live together. Max lives in his own little apartment. They make a habit out of hanging out at the bar almost nightly since he's always either performing or serving.

- Oh also Alex is specifically very connected to her other form, being a werewolf is an integral aspect of her identity and she often literally takes joyrides with random werewolf packs that show up on the city edges. Another thing she has in common with Damian, who also puts a lot of meaning into being a Grimm.

#i dont want to go into alex's specific world view issues yet bc #they're related to her (cough) super not obviously being a mini villain/antagonistic character #but i have sooooo many thoughts abt her and she's very very complicated #not good not the worst just nuanced and very much a product of her environment the same way all my other characters and especially #antagonists are #i do have a pmv idea i want to get to with her so it'll b clearer then <3

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years ago

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Our Love Is God pt. 2

Dabi x Reader

Warnings: mentions of noncon/somnophilia, abortion, dark themes, yandere characteristics, dabi just being a rat tbh

A/N: so like I said that I’d get back to this fic when I got bored or other, more important things were a drag to write and, well, I got bored/other,more important things were a drag to write. TW for talk of abortion. Dabi doesn’t take things lightly and thinks certain things that may make anybody who has had an abortion or has deep feelings about abortion either really guilty or really angry, but that’s not the point. The point of this fic is that he’s a bastard and not a savior. This is pretty short! And yes I plan on writing more, but that’s when I get bored or other, more important things are a drag to write!

Dabi found himself panting when he finally lifted himself up onto your balcony. It had been, what, almost two months since he’d last snuck into your room? Too long, but you hadn’t called him, and he had been busy to see what the hell was up with you. Now he had a couple days to himself, and he couldn’t shake the pestering feeling of wanting to spend them with you.

The door to your balcony was unlocked, thank god; he really didn’t want to have to burn the knob off—why make a reason for you to get pissed at him already? Dabi smirked. You were fucking cute when you were angry, but he wanted his return to be at least a little pleasant.

Unsurprisingly, you were passed out underneath that ugly-ass, pink canopy, snoozing away peacefully and unexpecting. Your bed was built for a princess, but with you sprawled out on your back with your arms splayed apart, your tank-top rising up to expose your soft belly, and your blanket tossed down so only one of your feet were covered, you looked nothing short of a cavewoman. Still hot though, and Dabi missed you.

That was it. Dabi missed you. He never really expected to miss anybody he fucked. He made plenty of girls mad in the past, so when you last kicked him out, it shouldn’t have been any different. He’d gotten used to a routine: sleep with some chick, piss her off, do crime, then forget about her. But since the night you’d kicked him out, he couldn’t get your bratty fucking face out of his damn mind. Was it that you were stubborn? Or was it that you came across as such a lil do-gooder, daddy’s favorite princess and all that bullshit, when you were really just a filthy slut on the inside?

“What is it about you that makes me crazy, baby?” Dabi asked aloud, tracing a finger up from the hemline of your pajama shorts to your bare ribs. He watched goosebumps appear on your tummy and flattened them out with the palm of his hand.

Your only response was a soft snore. Dabi scoffed.

The first time he fucked you, you had been asleep. Or at least, you were asleep when he began. He visited you a couple nights after he and Twice tried to loot your father’s safe. He’d thought you were a cute little shit, and just wanted to see your frightened face again. He climbed in through the balcony and found you asleep in your bed like you were now, only you were laying on your stomach. After sniffing around your room a little, he couldn’t help but crawl into your bed. He wanted to hear you scream, but you stayed asleep, even when Dabi’s hands inevitably started exploring your body.

Dabi couldn’t forget how deliciously wrong it felt to pet your pert little ass while you slept, how exciting it was to rub a knuckle over your clothed slit, how incredibly hot it was for you to cry out when he plunged two fingers into your sopping wet pussy. Yes, you cried, but you also moaned, and Dabi felt you clench around his fingers when he wrapped his free hand around your neck, pulled you back, and whispered to you, “I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna love it, babydoll.”

Dabi made good on that promise that night. You took him so well, and it really didn’t take him all that long to get you to sing for him. You liked being taken advantage of, and Dabi learned that the more aggressive he was with you, the easier it was to make you cum. And oh, baby girl, it was just too easy to make you cum.

He was hard now, and he wanted to fuck you, but he wouldn’t. Even though you snored, there was something peaceful about watching you sleep. Of course, that didn’t stop him from palming your breasts, if only just to see your nipples pop against your tank top.

“Why haven’t you texted, huh? Was I really all that bad to you?” Dabi’s voice was soft against your neck as he placed gentle kisses along your warm flesh. He nuzzled his nose behind your ear and inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma of your washed hair. “You know I could be real good to you if that’s all you want from me…”

Calloused fingers brushed across flowery lips, the vast contrast between him and you burning a hole into his chest. He leaned over to see your mouth part subtly, invitingly. Dabi took the initiative and planted a light kiss on you. He whispered, “there’s no way you haven’t missed me a tiny bit.”

At this, you hummed, and Dabi felt tension melt from his shoulders. That was an affirmation if he’d ever heard one, which gave him permission to run both of his hands down your sides to take their sharpened places at your hips. He pulled you against his hardened groin and let himself grind his strain courteously into you.

“You know how hot you are, babe? You know how much I missed having you wrap around my cock?” God, he wanted you. He wanted to be inside of you. He wanted to kiss you, and mark you, and love you, and-

You let out a little, “uhh,” from the very back of your throat. Dabi could have damn well nearly melted into you from that tiny noise. He could only imagine what squeaks and squeals you had saved up from him when you woke up.

For a moment, he thought that he would break his resolve to not fuck you—you wanted him to anyhow—and honestly, he probably would have, had it not been for your phone lighting up, snapping his attention to your side table. It buzzed twice, which he could have ignored, and then two more times, which made Dabi grab it, reading the I.D. tag, ‘Daddy.’

Dabi scoffed and used your thumb to unlock your phone. He found that it was your father that texted you, asking about a visit to the doctor’s you made. Dabi kicked back on your bed and decided to dive into the depths of your phone, check your social media PM’s, calls you’d made, etcetera.

There were quite a few messages from boys in there. Some of them were coming on to you, others were asking when they’d see you again. Dabi’s jaw clenched when he read those messages, but he was pleased to see that you’d left all those jagoffs on read, even the ones who were more persistent. Dabi would be lying if he said he didn’t go out and sleep with a couple chicks while you were there ignoring him. You couldn’t blame him. He was a man with needs. But he never called them again. None of them mattered like you mattered, and by the look of things, it seemed like you felt the same way.

Dabi checked your photo album, finding nothing more interesting than the racey selfies you took of yourself, probably trying to feel good about yourself (Dabi sent those pictures to his own phone, before deleting the evidence). Then he went to your search history, smirking at the very specific websites you visited.

“You’re absolutely filthy,” he chuckled in the middle of watching a video you seemed to frequently visit. He couldn’t wait to try this out on you—a little make up sex surprise. In response, you turned in bed, throwing your arm around Dabi’s lap, your elbow just a few centimeters from his erection. Dabi frowned down at you, and clicked out of the video, knowing that it was just gonna spur him on. He decided to look back to see what you searched when you’d last saw him—see if you looked up anything close to ‘sex with a villain’ or the like. But he didn’t find that. What he found was weird. What he found made a pit form in the bottom of his stomach.

‘how to deal with heartbreak’ first caught his eye. Dabi thought that this could have been about him but this was about seven weeks after he’d last seen you. As he kept scrolling, it only got worse.

‘depressed after termination’

‘how to stop the pain without taking medications’

‘best ways to clean blood off of linens’

‘discrete doctors near azabu’

‘should i tell the guy im not dating about pregnancy?’

‘is there anything i can eat to not be oregano?’ (Dabi couldn’t even sneer at ‘oregano.’)

‘top 10 signs you are pregnant’

Dabi’s chest constricted. He nearly dropped the phone on your arm, but that would definitely wake you the hell up. “Pregnant?” He whispered out loud. It only made sense. Dabi never wrapped himself up with you like he did with other girls. There was something so fucking dirty about you taking him raw when he knew you didn’t want to. He knew you were clean because you didn’t fuck around—at least, not before him, which made his frown deepen.

Fuck. Despite the unusual shattered feeling Dabi felt deep in the pit of his stomach, he was still so fucking hot for you. He turned you over so that you were on your back again so he could examine your belly. He kissed you below your navel, wondering that if you hadn’t been ‘depressed after termination’ would there already be a little bump there?

There was a brief flash of a little hand pressing against the swollen stomach of a white haired woman, but Dabi quickly shook that memory away.

“Why, babe?” Dabi kissed your stomach again. Seriously, why? Did you think Dabi would be a shit dad? He probably would be! But he’d still be a dad, if he were raising a kid with you. Did you not know that? And it wasn’t like you didn’t have the funds to raise a healthy child with everything it could ever want and more! You were a spoiled brat and you would’ve raised an equally spoiled brat, and Dabi would’ve loved the hell out of the kid! What the fuck?!

Dabi’s mental fit was interrupted from a little bleep! chiming from your phone. It was from Snapchat, of course, because you were a little social media whore. Not even caring how it could look once you woke up, Dabi opened the snap to see a picture of city lights taken from high above with a little tag that read, ‘wish you were here.’ The user who sent it was nicknamed ‘K’ and their username was something indecipherable. Probably just another one of your rich-bitch friends, showing off the view from their penthouse apartment.

Dabi discarded your phone on your bed and brushed his hands through his spiky hair, cursing softly. He decided to leave then. He needed time to think and reflect. He’d have to bring this up to you sooner or later...if not, he’d figure out a way to work himself back into your life. You probably hadn’t called because you were feeling guilty, rightfully so. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to have you anymore. In fact, he wanted you more than ever before.

Jumping out of your window, Dabi decided then and there that he’d be back. He’d make you talk. And he figured that if he could get you pregnant once, he sure as hell could do it again. Easy peasy. He’d have you calling him daddy again in no time.

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fallingfor-fics · 4 years ago

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Teachers Pet-chapter 30: yule ball

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chapter 29

A/n READ: don't click the photo unless you want somewhat and idea of your dress! ok so this is like a special double chapter (I may have just let it get away from me and didn't wanna cut it in two) it's almost 7k words, oops. But I hope it was worth it!

TW this chapter contains themes of sexual harassment/assault.

Most of my roommates left, or were leaving to meet up with all of their dates and take pictures. I was finishing my hair and makeup when Ginny and Hermione walked in. "Hey, how'd you guys get in here?" I said looking at them through the mirror. "Ruth let us in." Hermione said with a smile. I laughed and turned to look at them. "Oh my gosh, you girls look so amazing." I said checking them out. Ginny did a little spin and Hermione looked down with a shy smile. "Thank you, where's your dress?" Hermione questioned. "Oh yeah, why don't you guys meet up with Draco and the other two and I'll meet with yall once im done." I said smiling at them. "Do you need help?" Ginny said smiling. "No, I'm good, I just need a little more time, go ahead." I said walking into the bathroom and closing the door. I heard them walk away and leave, their heels clicking. I looked at the dress hung in the bathroom and smiled. It really was perfect, I loved the color, and the length and fit. I slowly pulled it on, looking at myself in the mirror and smiling. I really did look quite pretty. I heard a light knock and looked to the door, "One moment Hermione!" I said as I tried to zip it up. "It's not Hermione dear." I heard Draco laugh. "Oh come in." I said quietly. He opened the door and I smiled at him motioning to my zipper. "Wow, Y/n you look amazing." He said as he gently zipped up my dress, his hand brushing my back. "Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself." I smiled turning to him. He was in an all black suit with a dark green tie that matched my dress. His hair was neatly fluffed on his head, he placed a small kiss to my lips to avoid my lipstick smudging. "Well are you ready?" He said grabbing my hand and taking me out of the bathroom. "I just need my shoes. I said pointing to them. He grabbed them as I sat down on my bed. He placed them under my feet as I stepped into them and he helped pull the straps over my heels. I smiled down at him and he smirked and winked at me. He really was a perfect boyfriend. He grabbed my hand as I stood up and grabbed my purse and wand. I took his arm and we walked outside the common room.

"It's about time!" hermione laughed as we met up with the others. "You guys all look fantastic!" I said smiling at all of them. "Are you kidding, you look stunning Y/n" Ginny said checking me out. "Aweee stop." I said putting up a hand. "You look nice Malfoy." I heard Harry whisper to Draco. I looked at them slightly as I listened to whatever Hermione was saying. "You aswell Potter." Draco responded not looking directly at Harry, but smiling off to the side. I smiled at them getting along. And turned my attention on Hermione. "Ok I say we should head out now it's 8:15 so everyone should be in there now." Ginny said, beginning to walk down the hall, the rest of us following. We all nodded and made our way to the great hall. The halls were mostly empty except for a few loner students and couples headed to the carriages. Draco laughed at the pair and looked at me. I nudged him and smiled as we all prepared ourselves. I took Draco's arm once more, and next to us was Hermione and Ron, and then Ginny and Harry. "Good luck!" Hermione said as we all opened the doors and walked in. Our eyes being full of all the glistening decorations and lights, it was a different theme then what Hermione had described her last one was. It was dimer and more gold and white. Everything was sparkling and there was good smooth music playing. We all smiled looking at each other and walked into the crowd. I took Draco over to Albus who was standing in the front by the large beautiful pine tree. I smiled at him and then at Draco as we walked up. "Hello Dumbledore." I said smiling at my godfather. "Headmaster." Draco said, nodding respectively to him. Albus smiled at me, "I hope you two have a good night! And I can not wait to see your performance." He said, patting my hand. I nodded and smiled and pulled Draco away. "What's wrong?" He said as I pulled him through the crowd. "I forgot about my song, I mean I have one rehearsed with the band, but I don't know if it's the one." I said quietly to him. "Oh well you will figure it out." he said trying to reassure me. "Ok I'm gonna go get punch or whatever." I said tapping his arm and walking through all the people. I spotted the drink table from the large ice sculpture of what looked like a reindeer and a doe. I walked around to the other, less crowded, side of the table and grabbed a cup. I looked next to me to the presence I felt and saw Professor Snape standing there guarding the bowls I was assuming. I got one cup and set it down, slowly reaching for another cup. I watched him from the corner of my eye, "Did you come with a date?" I teased walking over and standing next to him, facing the ice sculpture, looking at the way the lights on the other side reflected through it. "No." he drawled bitterly. "Ohh I see, you're gonna get some in a carriage." I laughed sarcastically winking. "You are such a tenacious, meddlesome, sardonic little girl do you know that?" he hissed, his posture remaining. "Why have you been so callous?" I said trying to keep my posture straight as well. "I don't know what you’re talking about, I've been treating you exactly like I treat all my students." he growled in his deep sultry voice, "Exactly." I said looking over at him. "Shouldn't you go find Malfoy." He said after a moment. I sighed for a moment, "Piss off." I said, smiling sarcastically walking past him. Making sure my arm gently brushed his.. I walked over to where Hermione, Ron and Ginny were, "Have you guys seen Draco?" I asked them. "No he said he was waiting for you to get your drinks." I looked around for his bright blonde hair. "Hmm ok thanks, catch you later." I said walking off in the groups of kids, dancing to the music looking for my boyfriend. Still weird calling him that for some reason. I walked out of the Grand Hall and went to the bathroom to freshen up before I met up with Draco. I was a little flustered after my encounter with Severus, although he was rather cruel, I'm only a girl.

I fixed my hair and touched up my makeup with magic. I still looked fabulous. Snape didn't even notice me in the dress though. Not that I cared anymore. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled "Ok you look great, go have fun!" I reassured myself. I walked out of the bathroom passing some girls that were gossiping or fixing their hair. I saw Ruth with Crabbe, "hey have you guys seen Draco?" I asked calmly. "Uh yeah, I think he went to the bathroom or something." Crabbe said as Ruth hugged on him. I nodded and walked towards the boys bathroom. That was a little disturbing to watch but who am I to judge. "Draco?" I said quietly, my heels clicking on the stone floors. "Hello?" I said not hearing a response. The music did echo pretty far so all I could hear was a toilet flushing and some muffled voices. I quietly walked over to the dimly lit stall I heard them coming from. "Draco is that you? are you alright?" I said as I quickly walked up to it at the very far end and pushed open the stall door. "Holy Fuck, um alright, I apologize, Im gonna, g-go." I said turning around from the scene. "Y/n It's not what you think." Draco said tapping my shoulder. I whipped around to look at him, he had a look of guilt on his face and I looked around him to the brown haired boy, he was looking down at the floor. "Ginny?" I said with an upset tone, he looked up at me with pleading eyes. "I didn't want to hurt her." I laughed, "Save it." I said waving my hand in the air. I let out a sigh pinching the bridge of my nose and swallowing the knot that tried to form in my throat. "Ok here is what's gonna happen, you two are gonna go back in there and dance. And you will pretend none of this happened, and make sure everyone has a good night, we will deal with this when everyone returns from break." I ordered looking at the two boys. They nodded their heads and walked out past me. I sighed and took deep breaths, regaining my composure and walking out of the bathroom. Everyone else had gone back to the Great hall and I walked down the hall to think for a moment. I walked to the paintings that were dancing along to the music, I smiled at them and rested my head in my hands for a moment. What was going to happen? Are we gonna break up? I had so many thoughts.

I leaned against the wall thinking about what id just walked in on replaying it in my head. I knew we were gonna keep it a secret. His father could never know. I felt a pain in my neck from leaning over and straightened up my hand rubbing my shoulder. "Ah Ms. L/n. You just look lovely." I heard a certain foolish professor call out, I looked up at him and flashed a sarcastic smile. "Hello Gilderoy." I said mocking his name. "Shouldn't you be with your little boy-toy?" he said, smiling. "And shouldn't you be in jail, Gilderoy?" I said returning the sarcastic gesture. He gave me a stern look and stepped closer to me. "You know I was gracious when letting you get away with your little spell mishap Y/n." he muttered under his breath. "Oh yeah? Well what are you going to do about it?" I said, walking towards him smiling, wand in hand. Despite the height difference, I was definitely not afraid of this man. He was an idiot, there's nothing he could do, that I couldn't predict. Now he may have been an idiot but he was still a somewhat intelligent man, in the way that he was a good manipulator, which is why so many girls would swoon for him, and his big ego. But it's not like he would actually be brave enough to fight with me. "Easy now, there are lots of little simple things you can do to repay me." He quirked, standing his ground. "Like what?" I questioned standing up straight, and tightening the grip on my wand that was at my side. "Oh lets see, chores or maybe detention, with me of course, or you could just do one thing right now." he said pausing from his rant and looking me in my eyes with a dark stare. I used my legilimency skills I learned from my beloved professor, and read his thoughts to see what he may do, yes this may have been cheating, but I was just doing what I thought Snape would do. "And what's that?" I said as I was reading his current thoughts as fast as I could, he didn't have many, but I wanted to be undetected, I didn't know how much Gilderoy knew about occlumency. He was thinking about Dumbledore, me, the Yule ball, and if he could hear any people in the halls. I kept reading them as he was thinking of what to say. He was planning his next move, trying to figure out if we could be heard from here? At this moment I took a diagonal step back a bit towards the wall, and down the hallway, ready to run if he gave me any more red flags. He was thinking about me again, how pretty I am, and how young and beautiful I looked, he liked my "Stubborn personality that makes her all the best prey." Merlin I wanted to throw up, this was absolutely disgusting. I left his mind, not wanting anymore and looked at him with a disgusted face. "You could just come with me to my room for a moment." He said smiling, raising a brow, "What? Like detention in the middle of the Yule ball?" I said scoffing at him trying to play dumb. "No- ugh," he sighed, "Come meet me in a carriage." he said in a more hushed tone. I looked at him with wide eyes. "For what? Professor." I said trying to look as confident as possible and enunciating "professor". I searched for any sounds nearby, but no one was near. "I'm not going in one of those with you." I said crossing my arms and looking at him. He looked around and stepped closer to me, backing me towards the wall. He smiled and raised his hand to my hair, brushing it from my face and looking down at me, I stared at him with a scowl, tilting my head slowly away from his hand and taking a step back down the hall. He walked closer and I continued to back up, feeling the cold stone against my back. I went to move quickly down the hall but he put his arm on the side of me preventing me from going anywhere. He raised his hand once more, I didn't break eye contact as he brushed my shoulder and twirled my hair on his finger. "I would get your hands away from me." I quipped looking into his psycho blue eyes. "Don't you want to be let off the hook for your little slip up? I mean if I tell Dumbledore, after your past mishaps, he'd have to expel you." He gloated leaning down to me. He rested his left hand on my shoulder and gently rubbed the fabric of my dress, I looked at his hand and then back to him, I searched for anyone nearby, but couldn't find a thought. At this part I started to panic a little. I felt him slowly push down on my upper chest, I resisted him but he pushed down harder, raising a brow at me. I kept fighting it sure there would be a bruise by the end of the night, I felt the pressure go up to my already aching neck, and gave into the gesture. I kneeled down, assuming this was some ploy for a good boost of his ego. He grabbed my jaw and made me look at him, "Pretty little thing, a shame you have such a big mouth." I pulled my arm around with my wand, thinking of any spells I could do, I didn't know what to do though, he hadn't done anything, and he's a teacher what if he turns it on me, and I get expelled for hexing him. I raised my wand and looked up at him, "Expelliarmus." I said with a cold tone, it shot out from my wand, but he must have been ready, "Protego!" He said blocking it quickly. I went to hit him again but he beat me to it, "Expelliarmus," he said, knocking my wand from my hand, I went to grab it from the floor, "Incarcerous!" He said quickly, my hands and ankles being binded from thick ropes that came from thin air. I kneeled there, now very terrified, too terrified to read thoughts. "What do you want?" I said looking up at him. "Oh come on Y/n I know you are a smart girl, why don't you tell me what I want?" He said, smirking. I cleared my throat, "I don't know what you want." I hissed playing along. He stepped forward more, I turned my face and leaned back to avoid my line of view going directly to his crotch. "Ah-ah-ah." He said, wiggling his finger and turning me to him. I closed my eyes and let my barrier down, leaving my thoughts open, hoping they'd be heard. "Look at me Y/n." he asserted. I opened my eyes looking up at him, his shirt was untucked from his dress pants, and his tie was loosened. I was now terrified with no hope and stayed quiet, listening for anyone or anything nearby. "You know the paintings see everything." I said looking at him and then to the paintings behind him that had stopped dancing and were staring at him. "I doubt they will snitch on me." he said, trying to not let this bother him. Just then I heard footsteps and I relaxed a little bit. As they grew near I looked over from the floor, and Draco was there walking quickly around the corner, "Y/n!" He shouted, running over to me, I looked up at Lockhart who looked frozen still standing over me, not knowing what to do, he had his wand at me and Draco had his wand pulled out on Lockhart. I looked at Draco worried. I assumed he came to find me and to talk. I saw Draco looking at something behind me, I looked at him and then looked up at Lockhart, slowly turning my gaze to the hall. From the dimly lit hall came Severus walking out, I smiled looking at him coming to help, he pulled his wand out and crept up, Lockhart was distracted by Draco, and Draco had begun saying random things to distract him. I didn't take my eyes off Snapes, he raised a finger to his lips signaling me to be quiet and I nodded gently, slight tears welling in my eyes, I blinked them back in, not wanting to mess up my makeup. Snape came up right behind Lockhart and just pushed his wand into the back of the blonde man's neck. Lockhart stiffened as he grew aware of the fourth presence. "Drop your wand, Gilderoy." Severus practically growled in his deep voice, sternly glaring his back down as he remained calm and composed, Lockhart was shaking, and slowly dropped his wand to the floor in front of me. I grabbed it and snapped it in half smiling at him. Lockhart put his hands up and Snape grabbed his collar, he looked to Draco, and then binded Lockharts wrists with a different spell then Lockhart used, this one seemed to not come off so easily. He shoved him towards Draco and Draco grabbed him. "Take him to Dumbledore." Snape ordered him, Draco nodded. "What? No! I dont wanna ruin everyone's night!" I pleaded. Severus looked at me, still on the ground, and walked over to me, he casted the binds off and held out his hands. I took them gently, and he pulled me to my feet and I smiled at him. "Thank you." I nodded. "What do you suppose we do with him?" the dark man said gesturing to the cowering man Draco had a hold of, I smiled at Draco, but then remembered what I had seen earlier and looked down and back to Severus. I looked over at Lockhart and raised my brow and my wand. "Piscifors." I said and he turned and dropped to the floor as a wee little goldfish, I summoned a cup of water and dropped him in it. "Here now I actually have to get going. I said handing the cup to Draco, who looked down in it frightened almost. "Go take that somewhere safe no one will find it til morning." Snape ordered the blonde boy. "Yes Professor, Y/n I really need to talk to you." He said turning to me in a hushed tone. "Not tonight, in the morning.'' I said walking over and dismissing him. He nodded looking down and walked off down the hall. I turned down towards the Great hall and walked past the cool air coming from the door outside, where I could see the carriages and the snowy sky. I felt a hand grab me and I turned quickly to see the tall professor standing there. "Merlin Severus, you scared the shit out of me!" I said frustrated. A lot of things just happened and I have to perform soon. "Come here." He said walking past me to the other direction. I followed him and soon realized we were going to the astronomy tower, I smiled slightly as we walked up the steps.

There we stood on the top of the tower, the crisp air blowing, looking out of the snowy landscape. "Are you alright?" he said, after a few moments of silence, turning to me as he once again took off his robes and placed them around me. I smiled and looked up at him, "Yes I'm fine." I said with a small smile, looking into his dark eyes, I shook my head for a moment "why are you so bipolar? One minute we are friends, then you hate me and now you're nice to me again? What's that all about?" I laughed looking away from him and out the tower. "You don't know everything about me you know, I have personal matters just as you, and sometimes they interject with my work." he bellowed back at me. "Now im going to ask again" he insisted, turning and facing me, me doing the same and looking up at him. "Are you," He paused looking into my eyes, searching through them for all my emotions. I did the same to him, "Are you ok y/n?" he said, his eyes softening. I looked at him and rolled my eyes back laughing, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Yeah, I'm just peachy." I said gesturing with my hands. "Y/n I am serious. Are you okay?" He said, staring me down with a comforting gaze, I looked at him and my eyes felt dry, slowly filling with tears. I tried blinking them away, but a few fell. "I don't know what i'm going to do." I said quietly sniffling and looking down. "We are gonna get Lockhart fired, I promise." Snape said looking at me. "It's not just that, Severus who knows what would have happened if Draco hadn't shown up, I mean I'm pretty sure I have bruises on my wrists and shoulder!" I snapped looking into his eyes. "I was terrified, I dont think ive ever been that scared, except maybe the night in the forest." I continued, "I mean, I can handle a lot of stuff, and I'm more than capable of defending myself, ugh he is so atrocious too. And now you!" he looked up at me stiffening in question, furrowing his brows. "Bringing me here, and being all nice and acting like you care. When just earlier, you were being as cold and mean as ever." I spat, tears lightly falling, I wiped them as they fell. "You can't just expect me to tell you everything now, Merlin you are so irritating, I mean you know so much about me and I know nothing of you, and you always whisper to Dumbledore about me. Oh yeah that's another thing-" I paused for a breath of air as I continued my tear filled rant. "I know that on the first night I was here, you told Dumbledore you don't want me in your class. So I really am just a fool for thinking you cared a smidge about me at all huh? You have always disliked me, you were just doing it to make Albus happy." I scoffed, sniffling and wiping my tears. "Y/n, of course I care about you." he said in a quiet serious tone, lightly reaching for my hand. I looked in his eyes, mine sparkling with tears, and the moon reflecting in his black ones. "Merlin Severus, i'm not an idiot, why does everyone think that I'm such a child!" I yelled, my frustrations coming out, I felt the familiar sting in my neck and grabbed it tightly as it burned, wincing slightly from the pain. "Are you injured? Let me see." Severus said moving my hand away and lightly brushing my hair off my shoulder, I looked up at him as his finger gingerly moved across my skin as he examined the area. "Is this from him?" he questioned looking to me. "I don't know, I think these are from him," I said, pulling the robes a tad exposing my cold chest, a little self conscious of the low cut of my dress, to show the marks on my chest from Lockhart pushing me down. His eyes fell to the light bruises on my chest and he looked up at me with a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner." He said looking back down at them and then back to me. I felt my heart hurt a little at his comment, "Severus you couldn't have known." I said resting a hand on his arm, he looked at my hand and I almost saw a small smile appear. "And what about your other injury?" he questioned, "This was hurting before I ran into him." he continued to look at the marks on my neck. "Does it hurt?" he said lightly pressing on it. "No." I said sucking in a breath at his touch. "Only when I'm stressed out." I said looking at him with big eyes. "I dont think youre a child." he said quietly as he pulled the robes back on and brought my hair back over my shoulder, I shivered at the gesture and looked into his eyes, getting lost in them and all the feelings. "Severus we sh-" he cut me off by placing his hand on my cheek and wiping up some mascara that smeared with his thumb. I leaned forward, and he stepped closer as well. He slid his hand slowly and gingerly down my cheek and rested it on the mark on the side of my neck. He gently pulled me in and I looked down at his lips and back to his eyes, he was looking over my face and moved some hair from my eyes, he then leaned in and placed his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back as his other hand slid on my waist and mine snaked around his neck, we could still hear the music all the way up here, and it was magical. The kiss felt perfect, and everything clicked in me, his rough hands on my back, his soft lips placing a kiss on mine. It was everything I had imagined and I couldn't believe it was happening. I could feel his grip tighten as he deepened the kiss and I moved a hand to his chest. Snape stopped and pulled away as we caught our breath, we both looked over hearing footsteps. We quickly pushed apart and I threw him his robes. Standing straight. Soon from the stairs appeared Albus. "Whats going on here?" Oh no. "Nothing." Severus and I said at the same time. I smiled and Severus just straightened up. "Severus and I-'' Snape looked quickly at me, "Professor Snape and I were talking about my solo, he was just um," I looked over to Severus worried and he just looked at Albus, "he was yelling at me to get back in there because I was thinking of bailing because i'm nervous." I said acting as if I was afraid of Snape and stepped further from him. "Hmm okay well, you got ten minutes till show time." Dumbledore said, smiling, clasping his hands together and walking off and retreating to the Dining hall. I stood befuddled at what just happened. "Did he just like, totally buy that?" I said furrowing my brows and smiling at Snape. But he was not smiling, he had one of the most angry, and morose looks on his face I'd ever seen from this man. Which was saying something since he was so hot-headed. "Severus?" I mumbled walking up to him, "Don't call me that!" he spat quietly in his deep echoing voice. One that I usually loved to hear, but currently his tone was not very pleasing. "What's wrong?" I said in a hushed tone, cautious of his temper. Afraid he may turn me to a fish and I'll have to spend eternity with Lockhart, but he wouldn't be that cruel would he? "He did not buy it, you imbecile! He knows everything, and now I will be fired and maybe sent to Azkaban!" he snarled down at me raising his voice some more. "And you stand here making jokes." he scoffs, shaking his head. "This is not my fault," i said my voice beginning to get shaky, and the familiar lump in my throat beginning to form, "you brought me here, and you are the one that ki-kissed me," I continued as my eyes filled with tears, "and you are the one that made me fall in love with you, and Merlin I despise you for doing so and then having the nerve to be mad at me." I said tears now streaming down my face, sniffling and breathing heavily as we looked at each other, he looked angry, but now with a slight sense of guilt "Well it was a mistake." he said coldly, I let out a sarcastic laugh shaking my head. Unbelievable if this is how it was going to be then fine. I wiped my tears and smiled at him, "how's my makeup? I need to perform soon." I said regaining my composure, and acting as if I was past it already, but I was a hole inside, and he knew.

I walked ahead back down to the bathrooms to fix my makeup and then headed to the Great hall to get everything ready, I was a shaking mess, but just tried to focus on the fact it was one song and it's for Dumbledore. I walked in and stayed along the wall walking over to the punch bowl and getting a small cup to soften my dry and sore throat. I scrunched up my face when I realized the punch was spiked, I gagged and shook my head. Gross. I sighed and sang the song in my head, dumping the cup and walking up to the front where Dumbledore stood waiting. "Ah Y/n are you ready?" He said smiling, as if nothing happened ten minutes ago. I nodded smiling and he walked up to the microphone, he tapped on it and cleared his throat, "Hello students, I hope everyone is having a good evening." As he started his speech, I noticed Snape walking in and heading back to his spot by the punch bowl. "For the last hour of the night, my Godaughter has agreed to perform a solo for you all in the spirit of the holidays. Now please be kind and enjoy!" He said, smiling and clapping as I walked past him to the microphone. I stood for a moment and smiled at everyone, finding Draco and the gang in the crowd, all of them smiling at me. I turned to look at the "band" which was just instruments I could command to play any song. I had a song prepaird, but when I turned back to the crowd I met eyes with the darkest man in the room. He stood out like a sore thumb. I looked back at the band and whispered my new song to them, they were more classical and orchestrative instruments, so I thought this song would sound amazing in a more elegant minor melody. And then the lyrics, I turned to the students breathing out, these lyrics were words I needed to say but wasn't sure I'd get the chance to tell the man, we all can assume he's going to cut me off and never speak to me again. Which at the moment didn't sound too bad. After everything today I had so much anger and all this emotion wanted to be let out. If it was any other man, I knew I would be done with my original song and dancing now, unfazed. But everything was different with Snape. So this can be considered my parting with him. I took another breath, and the music began flowing from behind me, I looked down fiddling with the stand. I looked up as the music swam through the air, I gently cleared my throat as I got ready to sing.

"You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought id live to see it break"

All the couples began to slow dance and I smiled at the lights dimming, and they had all these little lights twinkling around, with stars in the ceiling. I admired everything as I continued on. They weren't booing me yet and I took that as a good sign.

"It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake ooh , i'm holding my breath Won't lose you again"

I looked forward and locked eyes with my professor.

"Something's made your eyes go cold Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted"

I kept my gaze on him as I kept singing and he didn’t move, only looked into my eyes and soaked up my performance. Knowing it was for him.

"Cant breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, Im haunted Stood there and watched you walk away From everything we had But I still mean every word I said to you He will try to take away my pain"

I looked over to Draco who had moved off to the side to watch me. He gave me a sympathetic look and small smile.

"And he just might make me smile But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead"

I looked back at Snape with sad eyes as I continued on, all the students nuzzled with their partners, some teachers dancing and nodding along. Then there stood Severus, his dark eyes reflected the lights and I smiled looking into them. This man has caused me so much pain, yet id do anything he said. As I finished the song I watched as Snape looked into my eyes and then made his way out of the room. I smiled to end the song and everyone applauded as the music finished out and I just nodded and thanked them. It was nice to know they liked it. I walked off past Dumbledore and watched as he said a little speech and the music continued. I looked and saw Draco approaching me. "Y/n you were amazing!" he said smiling at me. I couldn't help the obvious hurt look in my eyes, but I just smiled at him, "Thanks." I nodded. "Can we please talk?" he questioned, I thought it over for a moment and nodded once more. We walked out over to the carriages and stepped into one to get some privacy and quiet. I looked at him patiently waiting for him to start. He cleared his throat awkwardly and shifted in his seat. "First I wanna ask, are you okay? From everything that's happened?" he said looking at me with soft eyes, it hurt because I could tell he was being genuine, he was still always a friend. "I'm just trying to get through tonight." I said looking out the little window, watching as the snow fell. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry, and it's complicated. I can't begin to explain what you saw." he said stammering on his own words. I also felt bad, Draco was mean and cruel to others, but I knew his family. He was sweet to me and protected me and was always honest. I knew he would never intentionally hurt me. "It's okay." I said, sighing. He looked up at me, "No its not I messed up Y/n." he said moving to sit next to me, resting his hand on mine. "Harry and I we-, well we don't know what we are, I really did hate him at first, and just I don't know I saw something in him that was kind and he had good in him that I didn't have. And it just grew from there and now here we are. I never wanted you to find out this way." he said, a tear slipping down his cheek. I breathed out trying to hold back any tears. I rubbed his hand and gave a small smile "I haven't been completely honest with you either." I said looking down. "I am in love with someone else, and I have been trying to fight the feeling, so I can be with you and move on, but it didn't work with him and it didn't work with us, and now here we are." I said ranting to him and watching his facial expressions. He looked confused at first, and then he just sat back and took everything in. "So I guess we both were hiding stuff the whole time. "I really did like you Y/n I want you to know that." He said interlocking his fingers with mine. "I liked you too Draco." I said , smiling and moving his hair around. "Can I ask who it was?" He said after a moment of silence. I thought about it for a moment, I knew all this stuff about him, so it's not like he'd tell anyone. "First, I also have to tell you, i'm not a pureblood." I said not looking at him. "What? You aren't? Why would you lie to me?" he said confused, "because I know how you are about that. And when I ran into your father, he also mentioned it and he said he wouldn't let me lie to you forever." I spilled out, he looked around in shock thinking of what to say. "Well, I have an idea." he said looking over at me, "what?" I questioned. "We should keep dating." he said with this mischievous look in his eyes. I laughed at him and he continued, "Think about it, dont tell my father you told me, and we keep dating to keep anyone off Harry and Is scent, and you can make your guy jealous!" he said smiling. I looked at him thinking, you know this wasn't that stupid of a plan. "Ok lets do it." I didn't really care to make Snape jealous after everything, but I knew I still loved him. "And it's Snape." I said as Draco was smiling about me agreeing to his idea. "What's Snape?" he asked, confused "The guy." I said sort of ashamed of how he might react. His smile slowly faded. "What?" I just nodded at him. "Yeah I know it's weird, but it's true." I said, shrugging. "No you can't like him ok? You gotta get with someone else." He said, shaking his head with a serious look, "Well I don't know if I want to get with him anymore, and if I did who are you to tell me not to?" I was offended by what he was telling me. "No it's not like that, he's just, he isn't the kind of man you think nor want him to be." he said trying to assure me. "Uh ok what does that mean?" I said furrowing my brows. "Nothing just don't ok? Lets go the ball is gonna end soon." he said quickly getting out of the carriage and holding out a hand to let me out. I took it stepping out and we walked in hand in hand and pretended everything was normal, walking over to join the rest of the group and dance for the final thirty minutes. Draco and I danced and laughed with the others, and I looked over to where Snape had been standing earlier, I guess he never came back. We spent the rest of the night having fun, the girls and I dancing and laughing, it was amazing and it helped me forget.

A/n POV: you just got to the end and it was not worth it, but don't worry this is only the beginning ALSO PLEASE DONT JUDGE MY SONG CHOICE I KNOW ITS TAY TAY BUT THE SONG LYRICS JUST FIT SO WELL.

Taglist; @lovelyhoneylemon @juliijah

#professor snape #severusnape #snape imagine #snape #severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus x reader #severus i love you #Snape slowburn #slytherin #hogwarts

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55 & sokka 🤝

only the good die young - sokka x reader

pairing: sokka x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

note: i didn’t use the majority of the lyrics for this one so i didn’t include them but it follows the majority of the song’s theme. it’s a bit rushed and honestly not my favourite thing ever but it’ll do :)

warning: i mention a dagger (just existing), mention of a dead family member (no details), that’s all i believe but lmk if there is anything!!

atla taglist: @missmorosis @draqondance @biqherosix

when the avatar and two watertribe members showed up in your temporary home in the northern air temple, it was safe to say that you were surprised.

when your town was destroyed by the fire nation, you joined your cousin teo and his father as they moved into the abandonned air temple and settled in. the last couple of months had been spent in a feeling of totallt security and fun as you would fly around the ancient building with your homemade gliders.

you yourself loved the idea of inventing but they were never actually good or useful, but it was still something that you greatly enjoyed. so when you got to greet the three newcomers, sokka, the non bender, was the first one to spike your interest.

whereas the avatar found the changes to the sacred place to be horrible, the watertribe boy found them fascinating and you approached him.

“hey! i’m y/n, would you like a tour of the place?” you asked as he admired one of the machines, hoping you didn’t disturb him too much.

“of course! i’m sokka.” he turned around, a welcoming smile on his face making you blush slightly.

“great, follow me.” you indicated the direction you were going to with a nod of your head and you both started walking together.

“so, how long have you been here for?” he inquired as you brought him down a hall to the sleeping hall.

“not sure, i’ve lost track if i’m honest.” you turned your head a bit to smile as you shrugged your shoulders, unable to give him a straight answer.

you pushed one of the big doors open and let sokka go in first before following him, letting the large door shut rather loudly.

“this is where we sleep.” extending you hand to show all the sleeping bags. it wasn’t the beds you used all sleep in back in your village but it was a place to rest and the paintings on the wall were magnificent.

“cosy?” he commented, unsure of what to say and it earned a laugh from you. his ears perked up and he felt heat rise to his cheeks, he thought you were pretty when he saw you from afar but from up close, you were breathtakingly gorgeous with a beautiful laugh.

“yeah, you could say that. i can’t imagine your sleeping quarters are as nice while you travel with the avatar are they?” you inquired when you finally calmed down. making your way to the other side of the room to go down to another hallway.

“sleeping bags on hard earth isn’t always pleasant but we make do with what we have.” he answered as he kept up with you.

“i could imagine. what’s it like travelling with the avatar?” you spun around rather quickly, excitement in your words at the idea of getting to travel the world.

“it’s really fun, i mean not the getting chased by the firenation part but other then that, it’s neat.” his purposefully said that part in order to get a giggle from you and he did, making his heart warm.

“it’s neat?” you made fun of his choice of words before turning around to continue guiding him down a hall.

“uh yeah, it’s neat. apart from the whole your sister being a waterbender and your friend being the actual avatar. it definitely sucks to be the only non bender sometimes.” he sighed, deciding that he might as well dump his problem onto someone he’ll probably never see again even if he hoped that’s not the case.

“i get that, the things that teo’s father has built makes you forget that there’s some sort of uneven playing field between us and benders, even if we don’t have any earth enders among us.” you explained. your uncle had provided all the refugees with so many opportunities like his own form gliding like airbenders, a compressed air elevator to travel between the many floors among other things.

“but i’d love to travel the world. getting to explore this air temple has been fun but it awakened some sort of lust for discovering the world in me but i’m stuck here.” you continued. you figured that you had both somehow created a safe space to express your problems within minutes of knowing each other.

“you could come with us! i’m sure aang and katara wouldn’t mind and i’d love to have another nonbender.” he suggested, getting excited from the idea he came up with and voiced.

“but i’m kinda useless, i’m not that skilled of a fighter, i have no idea how to even use this dagger.” you explained, unsheathing your late fathers pearl-handled dagger.

“woah, where did you get that.” sokka leaned in to get a better look at the beautiful and priceless weapon before you put in back into its sheath and repositioned it on your waist. he hadn’t noticed it when he first saw you.

“it belonged to my father. he gave it to me before he died in the siege of ba sing se. i don’t really remember him.” you admitted, avoiding his gaze as you explained the history of the dagger.

“oh y/n, i’m so sorry. i lost my mother to the fire nation too.” the watertribe boy placed his arms on your shoulders and you redirected his gaze to his and smiled in thanks.

“it’s fine, im sorry for your mother. but i’d love to know how to use it, no one here knows how to.” you sighed, abrudptly turning around to return to your tour, leaving sokka to think about how to convince you to get you to come with them to the north pole.

after the whole fiasco with the firenation and discovering that your uncle was in fact working with them, though not out of pleasure, you felt almost overwhelmed with everything. it didn’t help when before leaving, sokka approached you.

“hey so um, y/n.” he tapped on your shoulder as you stared at the clouds, pulling you out of your thoughts and reflecting on the days events.

“yeah sokka?” you didn’t bother turning around and waited for what he had to say.

“i talked with aang and katara, they’re both more than happy to have you accompany us to the north pole. if you want to of course!” he stammered the last part, not wanting to pressure you into anything.

“i don’t know sokka. i’ve never been away from my family. and i don’t think it’s what my parents would have wanted.” you hesitated. you kept your gaze on the clouds as you pondered the idea. you desperately wanted to leave and explore the world but at what cost? leaving everything youve ever known behind you. your dad wanted you to stay with your uncle and help protect your cousin, even if you weren’t skilled.

“come on y/n, only the good die young.” he insisted.

“huh?” this time you turned to face the blue eyed boy, confusion written all over your face.

“what i mean is, don’t you think your parents would want you to travel with the avatar and save the world? if you keep holding yourself back, you’ll live a miserable life in the end.” he explained.

“you don’t know what my parents would want, my dad said he wanted to be protect my cousin, even if i know absolutely no combat skills. and my life isn’t miserable! i love my life here!” you lashed out, annoyed at the idea that sokka would know what was good for you. you really did want to leave but out of spite to what he said, you suddenly didn’t want to.

“listen y/n, i shouldn’t have said that but i spoke about it with teo and your uncle, and they both said that they thought you’d flourish and thrive if you got out of the air temple and explored.” sokka apologised but kept pressing his point and this time, he convinced you.

“all right, let me pack my bags and say goodbye then i’ll find you?” he smiled, happy he was able to convince you. he’d be able to spend more time with you, get to know you, and be able to teach you how to use your dagger properly. he might even get to kiss you if the connection between the two of you grew.

“sounds perfect.”

“see you in a minute sokka.” you kissed his cheek and ran to say your goodbyes to everyone, your family and your friends and to grab your bag. leaving the watertribe boy with a dumb and in love grin with a slight red shade covering his cheeks.

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