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looooooooomis · 3 years ago

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FINAL GIRL | FIVE

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t five | t h e c a b i n (part I)

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pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 5.6k (I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY) warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!)

A/N: after 8 months of MIA, SHE’S BACK BABY!!! this is part 1 of 2 of our fav couple being at the cabin x next chapter will have soft moments I promise lmao

You should have been paying more attention.

If you’d been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have had five sets of eyes currently watching your every move, waiting for an answer you didn’t have. Why had you thought it was a good idea to stay up as late as you had packing your overnight bag for the cabin? If you had gone to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldn’t have been as braindead as you currently were and, if you hadn’t been braindead, you wouldn’t have wound up in whatever ring of hell you were currently stuck in as your friends stared at you as though you’d grown a second head.

You pleaded with your tongue to say anything, pleaded for your brain to register a decent enough lie to make this uncomfortable silence end but nothing came out of your mouth. Only a pathetic hum and a gusto of forced laughter.

You wanted to die.

It should have been an easy enough answer to what was an even easier question. One that you’d practiced answering for the last two days and yet, as the moment for the lie came and went, you were left scrambling like a fucking moron.

You didn’t dare look at Billy as Sid curled into his side knowing if you managed to catch his coffee-coloured stare, you’d only be met with something between terror and amusement as you royally shit the bed. So, instead, you did the next best thing. You replayed the question over and over again in your head until you were driven mad.

‘Are you up for a movie this weekend?’

It was a simple enough question, one you’d managed to decline easily enough but, as Tatum frowned and asked the one question you were expecting to hear, your mind went blank.

‘Why? What are you doing?’

The answer you were supposed to say: I have to babysit my cousin in Santa Rosa all weekend. The answer they got? Silence. Pure, awkward as fuck, silence.

“Earth to Y/N,” Tatum laughed, brows furrowing. “Are you alive?”

“Sorry,” you huffed out a quiet laugh and shook your head, “I barely slept last night, I’m braindead.”

While it wasn’t a lie, you were still on edge. You’d think after months of sneaking around with the asshole sitting in front of you that you would have chilled out a little more but not today. Maybe it was the nerves of a full weekend away with Billy Loomis as his girlfriend hosted a fucking movie night sans her boyfriend and best friend – but something was making you stumble over what should have been second nature to you.

“You feeling okay?” Sid, the angel she was, asked with a small frown. Your stomach twisted in the familiar way it always did when your sweet friend showed concern. Concern which you most definitely didn’t deserve. “You seem…off.”

It would have been so easy to confess your dark little twisted affair with Billy right then and there. To just open your mouth and let the truth of everything you’d been doing behind her back play out. But you knew it would break her heart and, more than that, you were a fucking coward.

“I’m fine, Sid,” you smacked on a small smile and leaned into your locker. You had one more class until you were home free. Free of your friends’ inquiring eyes, free of Biology, free of Woodsboro. If you managed to get through this incredibly uncomfortable moment. “And I would if I could, trust me. I have to babysit my little cousin in Santa Rosa.” You feigned disappointment with a small frown. You could see Stu’s lips tug up in mild amusement out of the corner of your eye. “She’s nine, so if I don’t come back on Monday, know that she annoyed me to death.”

Randy scoffed and casually threw his arm around your neck. “Every day I’m thankful I don’t have any snot-nosed kids in my family. Losing my weekend to babysit? I’d rather rot.”

Despite your guilt, you managed a small smile as you looked across at him. “I think the kid would rather you rot, too. You’d be a terrible babysitter.”

“She’s right,” Tatum smirked, “you’d show the kid one of your weirdo movies where a girl with big tits is running helplessly away from her killer. It’d scar the kid for life.”

“Or,” Randy mused, “prepare them for the real world. Put some hair on their chest and all that shit.”

“Furthering my point, Meeks, you’d be a shit babysitter.” You laughed. “But, yeah, I’ll be suffering at the hands of a nine-year-old, so you guys have fun without me.”

“How about you, lover boy?” Tatum asked, looking across at Billy. “Will you be joining us this weekend?”

You should have averted your eyes. Should have done anything besides wait, with bated breath, to see what Billy would say. Slowly, those brown eyes tapered over towards you just briefly before looking at Tatum. With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Billy shook his head and leaned into Sid. “Can’t,” he merely said, “I’m going up north with my dad. He wants to get some of his affairs in order or something, I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “All I know is I was promised free beer if I helped him. So, I’m helping him.”

If Sid caught onto his lie, her face didn’t betray her once. And, as she looked up at her boyfriend with doting eyes, you couldn’t help but feel that pang of shame slice into your gut once again. She believed him. She always believed him. Believed you. Regardless of how good it felt to have Billy, that shame of knowing just who it was unwittingly hurting in the process never dissipated.

“You sure you guys won’t need help?” Sid asked, further digging that knife of shame into your chest. “Besides this movie, I’ve got nothing else going on this weekend.”

“Real nice,” Randy teased. “She’d rather watch Billy’s dad punch away at a fucking calculator then sit down with her nearest and dearest.”

Billy ignored Randy entirely as he glanced down at the brunette. “I’m sure,” he affirmed, giving her a quick squeeze. “Enjoy the movie night. I’ll be there for the next one.”

He lied so effortlessly, so casually, that it should have unnerved you. But it didn’t. Because for as good of a liar Billy Loomis was, you were right here with him. This dangerous little game the two of you were playing was becoming second nature to you and for as much as it pained you to see Sidney get lied to, you couldn’t help yourself.

You loved Billy. Billy loved you. Right person, wrong time. Only rather than wait like you knew you should have, Billy’s glow was much too enthralling to miss. You were both moths to each other’s’ flames and no amount of guilt or shame was strong enough to outweigh the otherworldly affliction the two of you had for one another.

The bell signifying your final class rung out, snapping you out of your brief reverie as you blinked and focused on pushing Randy off of you. “Want to drive me to the bus station?” You asked him. “I don’t want to drive all the way to Santa Rosa, so I bought a bus ticket.”

“Tonight?” Randy considered it briefly before shrugging. “Sure, I guess. I’ve got a shift tonight at seven, though. When’s your bus leave?”

“Six thirty,” you lied, mainly doing this so that should anyone drive by your house this weekend and see your car still neatly parked in your driveway, they wouldn’t bat an eye. “I owe you.”

“Yeah, you do,” Randy agreed. “And, lucky for you, I accept a lot of different payment options.” He wriggled his brows, earning a playful smack from you and an annoyed glare from Billy. Thankfully, Randy didn’t catch onto the latter. “Pick you up at six?”

You nodded. “Perfect.”

With your eyes flickering to Billy’s once more, you managed to shoot everyone a quick smile before disappearing down the hall towards Biology. Just how you’d managed to dance your way out of what could have been an incredibly awkward moment, you didn’t know. But as you felt that weighty stare of Billy’s on your back as you walked away, there was an air of excitement that swallowed you whole.

No matter how much guilt you felt, no matter how sick it made you to see Sidney get hurt, even if she didn’t quite know about just yet, there was a much larger part of you that couldn’t wait to get Billy alone.

Because for the first time in the seven months since you’d started this torrid little affair, you were finally getting Billy all to yourself. No prying eyes, no secret kisses, no having to hide every part of your relationship with the man. None of that.

This weekend, it was you and it was Billy.

And you couldn’t fucking wait.

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Randy, being the superstar he was, had dropped you off at the station a little after six-fifteen and by six-thirty-two, just around the time the actual bus was leaving for Santa Rosa, you were scrambling into Billy’s car with a wild grin on your face.

Just how the pair of you had managed to pull it off, especially given your brain lapse earlier in the day, was beyond you. But, as Billy tore off down the main street leading to the freeway, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom engulf you the farther and farther you got from town.

It was exhilarating.

And, as you glanced at Billy, who couldn’t have looked more like a movie star with his dark locks blowing with the wind cascading in through his open window, you couldn’t help but reach across the divide to gently squeeze his jean-clad thigh.

“Thank you,” you found yourself muttering and as those brown eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin. “For your stupid key proposal. In hindsight, it was very sweet.”

The dimple in Billy’s cheek deepened as his own grin grew. “Glad you let me steal you away?”

You loosened your seatbelt momentarily and leaned across to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Very glad.” You made a move to pull away but stopped when he gently grabbed your chin with the hand not holding the wheel. “What—”

The kiss, while dangerously stupid, was short and sweet but the emotion behind it, the genuine happiness that exuded out of Billy in those few seconds was palpable. “I really do fucking love you, you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it,” you hummed and slinked back into your seat. When his large hand found your thigh, he gave it a firm squeeze that sent shockwaves throughout your whole body.

“Not going to say it back?” He teased, giving you a sidelong glance as he drew nearer to the freeway.

“I’d rather show it.” Rather than put your seatbelt back on, you shimmed in your seat and leaned into him as your fingers scraped along his thighs towards the button of his jeans. “Eyes on the road, Loomis.”

Easier said than done, Billy thought, torn between watching the road and watching you unzip his jeans. Raising his ass out of the seat just long enough to allow you to tug his pants down his thighs, the second Billy saw yours eyes light up as his now somewhat erect cock sprung free of his jeans, keeping his eyes on the road seemed impossible. But, the second he saw that pretty mouth of yours perk up in anticipation, it was game over. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

A low chuckle escaped your lips as you began to pump his length with your hand. “Focus on the road, Billy.”

“You say that like it’s easy.” Not being able to keep his hands off of you, he reached for your nipple and gave it a pinch through your shirt. “Take your shirt off, baby.”

“Shut up and drive.” You chided him, shimming in your seat so that you were on your knees leaning over the console. His cock was rock hard now and, as you ran your tongue alongside his length, from the base of it all the way up to coax your tongue along the precum that had gathered along his head, you felt him shiver beneath you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tangling his fingers through your hair. You were too fucking good with that mouth of yours.

Still pumping the base of his cock with one hand, you swirled your tongue along the tip of his dick again before taking that perfectly girthy cock in your mouth. His grip tightened on your hair and your eyes watered as he pushed your head down to fully take the length of him inside of your mouth. He heard you gag on him but even as his grip eased up, you continued your pursuit of deepthroating him.

His breathing was shallow as he felt your hot mouth all over him. Between the sounds of your wet mouth taking him in and the occasional gag as you choked on his length, Billy was in heaven.

But having you this close as you fucked him with your mouth whilst still fully clothed was killing him. He needed to feel you. He wanted to feel your juices on his fingers and running down those perfect fucking thighs as he fingerfucked you. He wanted to hear you moan, feel you moan on his cock as he made you feel as good as you were making him feel.

He wanted all of you, needed all of you.

Trying his damnedest not to shut his eyes as your mouth brought him closer to the edge, he reached beneath you to work on your own zipper but when that proved to be impossible, a frustrated growl tore out of his lips. “Undo your pants.” He hissed through bared teeth.

You hummed against his dick which nearly sent him into the other land of traffic. “No,” you purred, “I want to make you feel good.”

With one hand on the wheel and the other now gliding up and down your back as you fucked him with your mouth, Billy couldn’t help but buck into your mouth as you began to massage his balls. He was going to bust and soon if he wasn’t careful.

You were too fucking good and he was too fucking in love with you not to get lost in the way you made him feel.

“Touch yourself, at least,” he breathed out, desperate to see that pretty cunt. “Please, baby.”

Not granting him the satisfaction, you simply dug your nails into his thighs and moaned onto his cock and the sensation of it alone was almost enough to make him come down your throat. It seemed to slither around his cock, making him twitch and buck into your mouth.

But it was the second you moaned out his name as you swirled your wet mouth along the head of his dick one final time, swallowing back his precum with a contented hum, that Billy blew his loud inside of your mouth.

For a good five seconds, he didn’t care if he crashed the goddamn car as he watched you swallow his seed. He was bucking into your mouth, his breathing was ragged, as you guzzled him back and, as you finally released his cock with a pop, Billy almost lost it.

With a devilish grin, you simply wiped a finger along the edge of your lips and leaned back into your seat with a satisfied glimmer in your eyes. You knew you’d be in for it once he got his hands on you at the cabin, but for now, as you watched him lamely try and pull his jeans up his body to cover his slowly softening cock, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s the matter, Billy?” You teased, fastening your seatbelt back up. “You look a little rattled.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he simpered, not bothering with the zipper or button of his jeans. Instead, he reached across the divide and grabbed for your hand as he ghosted his lips across your knuckles. “Just wait until we get to the cabin.”

With your suspicions confirmed, you couldn’t help but beam across at him as you drove further and further away from Woodsboro. That was definitely a threat and good god were you excited for its execution.

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By the time you’d pulled into the Loomis family cabin, it was pitch black outside.

The moon was too high in the sky and only a sliver of its light poked through the tall pine trees that surrounded the small house but, even with the low light surrounding you, the shadows that danced along the lake was enough to bring out a small smile as you quietly made your way out of the car. You didn’t need full sun to see the beauty surrounding you and the smell of the fresh air mixed with the spice of pine made any ounce of nerves filter out of you.

You were happy.

Unreservedly so.

Glancing across the roof towards Billy, he seemed almost distracted as he looked around at the familiar surroundings. You couldn’t quite tell if he was feeling as happy as you were in those brief moments, but you couldn’t quite blame him for that. The cabin held a lot of memories within it, many of which you knew included his mother. Where you felt freed and excited, you could tell the weight of his current whereabouts was heavy on his shoulders.

“Hey,” you muttered, slicing into the quietude around you. Walking around the front of the car, those brown eyes found yours as you circled your arms around his middle. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he assured, but his voice was low and distant. All the same, however, his strong arms enveloped you as he kissed your hairline. “Lost in a memory, I guess.”

You nodded into the crook of his neck but said nothing. He needed time to decompress, to familiarize himself with a house he hadn’t been in since his mother left. So, you’d give him that time.

For what must have been minutes, the two of you simply stood at the helm of porch holding onto one another. It wasn’t until Billy placed another quick kiss to your forehead that you felt his arms slowly fall only to grasp your hand in his own. “Come on,” he hummed. His grip on your hand was firm as he walked up the steps leading to the wrap around porch and as he stuck the key inside of the lock and opened the front door, the smell of cedar surrounded you.

The cabin was gorgeous. Wooden slats covered every square inch of the small house and a small fireplace sat at the front of the house with a worn-in couch and chair facing it. It was obvious nobody had come to visit for quite some time judging by the dust lining most of the countertops and shelving units, but you didn’t care.

To you, it was perfect.

Your own little oasis with the boy you loved without any sort of outside interruption.

You released his hand to take a brief look around the small living space but you could feel his eyes on you with every step you took. You knew he was looking to get even with you after your little stunt in the car, but you also knew that he hadn’t quite been expecting the swell of emotions to hit him upon driving up to the cabin. So, you continued to wander around the cabin to both grant him the space he may or may not have needed and, simply, to snoop around.

There were family pictures lining the tables and one in particular made you smile as you caught sight of a young Billy swinging from a tire swing. With a quiet laugh, you picked the frame up and surveyed it with a fond smile on your lips. “Cute,” you remarked, looking across to catch his stare. “A little model, eh?”

Billy watched you carefully place the frame down on the table before continuing on with your self-guided tour. No matter how hard he tried, regardless of the bittersweet memories swirling around inside of his brain, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Not that he ever really could, but there was an ease rolling off of you tonight, coming off of you in waves, that drew him in.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week, you know that?” He remarked, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched you pick up another picture frame. “Just me and you. Out here alone in the woods for an entire weekend.”

“Sounds like a scary movie when you put it that way,” you goaded with a wink. “Or a really niche porno.”

“Why not a bit of both?” His molasses coloured eyes glimmered mischievously as you walked up to him and stepped between his legs. The second you were close, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed the tip of your nose as he pushed your hair back and away from your face. “Both could be fun.”

You grinned. “I’m down for anything,” you shrugged. “So long as you promise to take me on an actual date tomorrow. We’re not just fucking like bunnies inside of the cabin all weekend.”

“Heaven forbid,” he leaned in and gave you a slow, torturous kiss.

“I’m serious, Billy,” you moaned.

Pulling away from your mouth, Billy nudged his nose against yours and nodded. “The entire population in Bumfuck, California will know you’re my girl by the end of the weekend,” he avowed, skimming his hands down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze. “I promise.”

“Oh, yeah?” You hummed, kissing him again.

His calloused hands slipped beneath your shirt and scraped up your side. “Yeah.” Digging his hips into yours, he gave you one last kiss before nodding towards the bedroom. “Take your clothes off.”

You giggled as he slapped your ass to steer you down the narrow hallway. “And if I don’t?”

“I’ll rip them off of you,” he simply said, “so either they remain in one piece or I ruin your outfit.”

You glanced down at your jeans and tank before frowning. You looked cute tonight and you’d be damned if the bastard ripped them. So, being the good girl you were, you held his stare and slowly slinked out of your clothes. His eyes seemed so much darker as he watched you strip and the small smirk he wore slowly fell into a hungry thin line as you then perched yourself on the edge of the bed, completely nude.

“You just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to do something about this?” You slipped your fingers between your thighs and ran your fingers along your swollen clit. A low moan slipped out of your lips at the sensation. “I’m already so wet for you, Billy.”

Slowly, Billy stepped towards you and undid his belt. Leaning down, he kissed you, hard, and steered you backwards on the bed beneath you until your head reached the soft pillows. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans but rather than grant himself any sort of reprieve, you watched him gently grasp your hands and raise them above your head only to wrap his belt around your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, you were tied to the bedposts.

“Is this payback for the car blowie?” You laughed, looking up at your restrained wrists. “If it is, I can’t say I’m mad about it.”

“You wanted something between a horror movie and a niche porno, remember?” He hummed against your skin, placing sloppy kisses along the vein that ran along your neck as he pinched your nipple. “God, you’re fucking perfect. You know that?”

He bit down on your collarbone, kissing his way down your chest until his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. You could feel his teeth slither along your breast as his tongue lapped expertly on the sensitive bud. You hissed, arching into his mouth as your wrists, on instinct, fought for freedom. “Hardly.”

His eyes met yours as he slowly released your nipple. You were in nothing, of course, but he was still fully clothed, and you hated him for it. You hungrily eyed the bulge in his jeans as he propped himself up on his arm, letting his other hand glide up your chest and neck until it cupped your cheek. His nose brushed against yours, nudging it up to allow his lips to hover just over yours. Close enough that you could almost taste them, but much too far away to satisfy the hunger you had for the man.

“I love you,” he whispered, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as his warm, brown eyes swallowed you up. “You know that, right?”

“Yes,” you swallowed hard and tilted your head up just enough to finally catch his lips. But, just as quickly as it happened, the man pulled away and let his hand begin to roam down your body. His mouth was at your ear now, nibbling at your earlobe as his hot breath slithered against your neck. You shivered. “I love you, too.”

His voice was gruff in your ear. “I’d kill for you,” his hand continued its journey down your throat, brushing past your nipple, down the length of your stomach until reaching the small smattering of hair along your mound. He was careful to keep his hands from dipping any lower, tormenting you as best to his ability, which just about killed you, if you were being honest. “You know that?”

Bucking your hips up, you nearly growled at the lack of attention you were receiving. You were soaked and touch-starved for him. His fingers, his mouth, the erection currently poking into your thigh, anything. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” you managed a quiet laugh. “But I appreciate it.”

His teeth bit down on your neck again. “But, I would. I’d do anything for you, sweetheart.”

His hand slipped further down to your sopping cunt and as he slowly slipped his fingers through your wet folds, the moan he got in return nearly killed him. “Billy,” you whispered desperately. It felt as though you were going to die if you didn’t feel him inside of you. “Please.”

His lips hovered over yours and on instinct, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bucked your hips against his hand. He snarled as you bit down on his lip but as the metallic taste of blood met his tongue, it was as though Billy was transcending. His pace on your clit quickened but it was still too slow for you and he knew it. He was torturing you, killing you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Struggling against the belt, your struggle was all for naught as it didn’t so much as move an inch.

“You’d love me, no matter what, right?” He asked, slipping one of his fingers inside of you as he kissed his way down to your chest. Lapping at your nipple, Billy was gentle at first before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Tit for Tat.

“Yes,” you moaned. Your entire body was on fire as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. “But I’d love you even more if you fucked me. You’re killing me, Loomis.”

Licking up the small trail of blood off of your tits, Billy hummed against your nipple and added another finger inside of your pussy. He’d fuck you soon but right now, he needed to feel your entire body light up the way it always had when he drove you into that fit of madness. You were a woman unhinged in the bedroom, he knew as much, and he knew exactly how to get that animal inside of you out.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he admired, reaching his hand up to coat your tit in your own slick. When it was sufficiently wet, he licked your juices off of your breast and growled. God, you tasted so fucking good. “You’re my girl, Y/N, you’re always going to be my girl, right?”

You looked up at him as those words fell from his lips. His brown hair hung down his forehead, his neck red from the strain of having to watch you writhe beneath him without doing a damned thing about it. But what struck you was the look of vulnerability in those brown eyes. That longing, far-away look as his eyes searched yours.

He wanted nothing more than to hear you say that you wanted him. Needed him. Just as much as he needed you.

“Always,” the answer tumbled out of your lips before you so much as thought twice. “I’m your girl, Billy.”

His mouth caught yours in a bruising kiss. Finally, his pace quickened inside of you as met your throbbing core with his dept fingers. With his thumb circling your clit, he dipped two fingers inside of you and grinned against your mouth as you let out a low, desperate moan.

It happened so fast after that. One moment, you were the one tied up on the bed and the next, he’d released you, stripped himself naked, and managed to flip you over so that you were the one on top of him, straddling his waist. Pulling away from you mouth, Billy’s eyes darkened as he saw that familiar glimmer in your eyes. That animalistic side of you was out in full force now.

“Get up here.” He demanded.

You smirked and leaned across him so that your lips hovered over his. “Why would I want to do that?”

He leaned up, the veins in his neck swelled against his neck as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. “Get. Up. Here.”

Releasing your lip, Billy watched you smirk and crawl up the remainder of his body until your pussy was less than an inch away from his mouth. Grabbing onto the metal of the headboard you’d just been tied up to, you gasped as Billy’s tongue slid into your folds. Finding your clit instantly, you moaned and allowed your eyes to fall shut as you reached down to play with your hardened nipples.

Fuck, what Billy could do with his mouth should have been illegal.

He sucked and lapped at your clit as you rocked back and forth against his mouth. His fingers dug into your hips, so much so that you knew there would be bruises in the morning but, blinded by the pleasure between your thighs, you couldn’t care less.

The moans that were coming out of you were raw and guttural and, as you played with your own tits, envisioning his hands being the ones to squeeze and nip on the swollen buds of your nipples, you saw stars.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Billy, baby, fuck.”

He pulled your hips further down so that you were sitting on his face. Not just hovering but sitting on that perfect mouth of his as he held you in place. You knew it must have been hard for him to breathe but he was adamant and as his tongue continued its assault on your throbbing cunt, you came devastatingly hard and incredibly loud.

Stars danced behind your eyes as you continued to ride out your orgasm. When you couldn’t take another second of Billy’s skilled tongue, you climbed off of him only to feel his large hands take hold of your hips again.

Swinging you around so that you were on your back and he was the one hovering over you, Billy wasted no time in slipping his rock-hard erection into your soaking pussy.

He was thrusting hard and the sounds of your juices squelching with every thrust of his cock would have been off-putting if it hadn’t been for the raw, primal need coursing off of the pair of you in waves. He was kissing your lips and biting them and suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up and you had to admit it was inherently sexy seeing him so affected by you.

Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return in the car and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when he dramatically crashed on the bed beside you.

Sweat glistened over every inch of body and the sheen of your juices was still on his lips as he kissed you. This kiss was slow, methodical. Sweet. And you felt yourself fall even harder for the man as he broke the kiss and gently brushed your hair away from your now damp forehead.

Wrapping one arm around your chest, Billy held you against him as he propped himself against the headboard. You were both naked and sweating and while a shower was something you both definitely needed, neither of you found yourselves all too willing to move out of the other’s embrace.

“Is it hard being back here?” You asked, listening to his heart beating in his chest.

“For a second, maybe,” he admitted, soothing your hair down. “Not now.”

“What’s changed?” You asked with a small smile. “The sex was that good, huh?”

A quiet chuckle shook his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I think horror meets niche porn is my new favourite genre.”

Kissing his naked chest, you grinned into his body. “Same.”

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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DATING ATEEZ A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Choi San

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Any affection that you received from San always made you feel incredibly comfortable. As his name suggested, he was always a great warm blanket that wrapped around you to make you feel happy and protected.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you exchanged glances in a coffee shop, San the first to smile, and you soon to follow. It didn’t take long for him to decide to head over and introduce himself to you, not wanting to spend the afternoon sat at a table all alone. You quickly invited him to join him making sure to introduce yourself too.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Getting to know each other was something that you took quite slow, and so when San decided to confess to you at the end of an evening together at the bowling alley, you were more than surprised. His sudden confession threw you, but you couldn’t hide your relief as you found out that he felt strongly about you, as you were beginning to doubt whether you were the only one who had feelings for him.

D ⇴ DATES

San loved to take you out on physical dates, after his confession, the bowling alley became quite a special place for the two of you, but spots like the arcade and the crazy golf were often popular for you too. San loved showing off to you how physically strong he was, and although he wasn’t a highly competitive person, he still ended up winning almost every single time the two of you played against each other. His skill and his body were two things that you could just never compete against, no matter how hard you tried.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Messing around was something that San wasn’t interested in, he wanted a meaningful relationship or nothing, which was why he took the start of things with you very slow. Whilst he’d grown up watching many of his friends barely reach a hundred days with their partner, that never interested San. Instead, he wanted to wait, he wanted something that he saw a future with, he wasn’t going to waste his time messing around in small relationships, and with you, he definitely saw that future he dreamed of.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The fear that something could go horribly wrong was what terrified San the most whenever the two of you argued, of course your relationship meant a lot, but when he knew you weren’t happy about something, worst case scenario often came to mind. San could be quite insecure at the best of times, so when your voice got particularly loud or your frustrations were pretty serious, doubt would always creep in. Time was definitely a healer for the two of you though, even on the rare times that San got frustrated at you too, eventually you’d both come back together and sort through whatever the problem was.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Introducing you to his grandparents was the biggest deal for San, they’d always hoped he’d find someone specially, and thankfully, you lived up to those expectations. Seeing how happy he was with you when he brought you to their house was all they’d ever wanted to see, relieved that he’d found it too.

H ⇴ HOME

Wherever you tended to be was usually where San would call home. Although he loved being at the dorm, he loved to spend his time with you too, whether it was the studio, your place, or sometimes even a member of either of your family’s, that was always where San would be happiest, and feel most at home.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

As work began to pick up for the new comeback, you could tell San was struggling quite a lot, comparing himself to others and beating himself down. One evening, you tried desperately to reassure him and comfort him, finishing your talk with him by letting you know if nothing else, for the first time, you loved him.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Those insecurities he had would often creep in whenever he was feeling jealous, if someone was a little taller, or funnier, than San would quickly begin to doubt. He was amazing at using his smile to hide his true feelings around most people, but you weren’t most people. By the look in his eye, you could always tell how he was feeling, and knowing that usually it meant he was beating himself down too, you’d quickly excuse yourself from the conversation, taking San with you to make sure that he wasn’t hard on himself.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having a family with you was definitely something that San saw in the future, he could only dream of having a relationship as special with kids and grandkids of his own as he did with his own grandparents. Whilst a family felt like a long way off for you both, neither of you let that stop you often talking about how you saw your family turning out in the future and all the things you’d be able to do too.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

San was one of the mood makers of the group, always trying to make those around him laugh, and especially so whenever he was around you. He loved to mess around, and usually would do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face. On the days when you’d had it particularly rough, San would always be there to greet you with a joke, rather than hello, in the hope that he could get you smiling as quickly as possible and forgetting about your terrible day. Seeing you laugh around him always gives his own confidence a boost too, especially if he’s been feeling a little insecure about things recently too.

M ⇴ MISSING

Whenever he missed you on tour, San would always try and distract himself by reading or visiting the gym, but those distractions would almost always lead him straight back to you. In the end, he’d usually find himself ringing you in the hope that seeing your face and hearing your voice would stop him thinking about you for a while. The boys would often be able to pick up on when he was missing you too, as he’d always get a little quieter around them. Whilst he often created the mood, he could only do that for so long before he began to feel pretty low himself that you weren’t there to enjoy it with them.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

San often gave you nicknames based on characters that he read from some of his favourite books. The striking resemblance to some of them amazed him, even though you usually had no idea what he was talking about.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your laugh, hearing it, and being able to make you laugh are by far two of San’s most favourite things in the world.

P ⇴ PDA

Any time that you’re out in public, Chan is always comforting in his affection, usually with an arm around your waist. He understands that at times it can often be overwhelming for you, but rather than make a big deal out of things, he’ll just remind you that he’s there and then worries more when you’re in private.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Throughout the day you’ll often end up getting asked if you want to hear a joke or a funny story. San just can’t help but share all the things that make him chuckle with you, however ridiculous some of them might sound.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

San’s collection of plushies is something that can only astonish, but as the two of you celebrated your first anniversary, San decided to make you one of your own. You loved to sleep with his plushies, especially when he was away, and so he decided to make two, one of him, and one of you, that you could swap with one another to cuddle up to at night whenever the two of you were away from one another.

S ⇴ SEX

He was always incredibly loving whenever it came to intimacy, San was never someone who enjoyed a quick fix, or hiding out at work, he much preferred to do things the romantic, and more gentlemanly way. He’d always take his time, listen to your body, and make sure that he worked especially hard on all of the parts of your body that you felt insecure about, as you always did with him too.

T ⇴ TEXTS

You’d often get random texts from San throughout your day, just making sure that you were alright. If you crossed his mind, it was an instinct for him to text you and check in that you were having a good day.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

As much as San could pick up the atmosphere in any room, so could you, and so together the two of you would always be reason for trouble around the other members, always keeping them smiling with your antics together.

V ⇴ VACATION

Even though San loved to relax from work at times, he hated sitting around and doing nothing on holidays too. Going away was all about adventure for him, he loved exploring with you and finding places, no matter how hidden the were, to look around, and make sure that you created lasting memories there too.

W ⇴ WHINING

He would never whine around you; San was incredibly understanding of the fact sometimes the two of you just needed time apart from each other to relax.

X ⇴ XXXXX

San very much loved to kiss you kisses, as much as he loved to receive them too. He loved being able to make you feel better about with a kiss and remind you that he was there, but he also loved the little boosts of confidence that always came whenever you were there to give him a kiss, however quick or long it was. San would still always make sure to savour each one and repay the favour when he could.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his reassurance, always there to make him feel better about himself.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

As much as you loved sharing a bed with San, somehow you always ended up waking up the following morning surrounded by plushies. You’d often end up having to bury through them just to see his face.

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beneathstarryskies · 4 years ago

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Hi lovely! I requested the madara NSFW alphabet - that was amazing, thank you so much!

I was wondering if I could request another for Madara and or Pein? Anything you're willing to write (smut, SFW, kinks etc) 😊 thank you so much, I love your work!

Madara Uchiha SFW Alphabet

A/N: Thanks so much for the request! I really enjoy writing for Madara and writing this NSFW alphabet was so fun I decided to do the SFW one! 💖

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Madara is not openly affectionate, but in private he is very affectionate. He likes to always have his hands on you in some way. Hand holding, caressing your cheeks, randomly pulling you into a deep kiss. At night he always likes to sleep with his arm around you, holding you close to his chest.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Any kind of relationship with Madara is gonna be a little difficult to maintain. He’s certainly someone who has a push-pull personality. He’ll draw you in, but then push you away if he feels like you’re getting too close. Overall, he would be fiercely loyal and would always come to your side if you need him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He does like to cuddle, but good luck getting him to admit it. Madara will pretend it’s purely coincidental that you’re pulled onto his lap with his arms around you. How did you get there? He pulled you in of course, but he’ll just shrug and say it’s because you’re needy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Madara wants a family, lots of kids. He’s a little bit hopeless with cooking and cleaning though.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Ghosting most likely. He would simply fall off from communicating with you, and if you confront him about it he’d give some vague reasoning.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Nobody simps like an Uchiha. He would become very committed very quickly, even if he doesn’t express it out loud. He also will become a bit possessive, growling a warning to anyone who got too close to you. Marriage is something that’s a bit of a mystery to him, but if it’s something you would want he would want it as well.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Madara is about as gentle as a hammer to a nail. He’s not abusive, but he does struggle with gentleness and tenderness. Especially with emotions, he kind of tends to just say things without trying to be delicate about it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Madara craves hugs all the time, but probably doesn’t even realize that’s what he’s craving until you wrap him up in a warm embrace. At first his hugs are somewhat stiff, almost formal. Usually ending in an awkward pat on the back. Eventually he gets the hang of it, and will become surprisingly warm often holding you so tight it almost hurts.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Madara expresses his love in a lot of ways, but rarely by actually saying the words “I love you.” He’s a very physical person. He’ll show his love by protecting you, fighting beside you, and being affectionate.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets very jealous very easily. He will usually growl a warning to whoever is the source of his jealousy, before trying to pull you away from the situation. You’ve probably had to do a lot of apologizing to people whose intentions were genuinely innocent, but Madara didn’t trust them.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are deep, passionate, and fiery. He will take your breath away every time. All the things he can’t bring about the right words to express will come out with his kisses. He loves kissing you anywhere his mouth can reach at any given moment. He loves when you kiss him on his face and neck. If you’re cuddling and you kiss his chest he’ll melt under your touch.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children tend to be scared of Madara, but he does try to be softer around them. He really likes children a lot and would love to have a whole bunch of his own. He just has to work a little bit on not being so damn intimidating.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Madara is usually always awake before you, assuming he even slept at all. Usually he’ll already be training or working on something by the time you get up. But he will have coffee or tea made for you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

As stated before, Madara wants children really bad. So most nights he’s feeling a little bit frisky, and will want to spend as much time as possible getting down to business.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Madara would reveal a little at a time, and you would have to sort of piece together on your own what it is he’s actually trying to convey. He’s just really bad at expressing his feelings, having grown up in a time of war where having strong emotions was a weakness. It will take him a long time to feel comfortable with openly expressing himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Madara gets angry very easily, but he’s pretty good at holding it back to wait for just the right time to express it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Madara remembers everything, thanks to his Sharingan. He wants to understand and know everything about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably your first kiss. It was the first time he’d ever let himself give into affection and it was probably very passionate. He likes to remember it in times of turmoil to remind himself that he’s capable of such softness.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective and will give everything he has to protect you if necessary. He doesn’t particularly want or need to be protected though. He would prefer to be the dominant force as far as that is concerned.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would put a lot of effort into everything, but sometimes he’s not good at it. Although he has unintentionally pulled off some very romantic moments.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Generally being hot-tempered and jealous is probably his worst habit.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is a pretty vain guy, but he’s not overly obnoxious about it. He just takes pride in himself.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh, most definitely. Madara can become very attached, and without you he doesn’t have anything tethering him to a sense of normalcy.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Madara likes watching you get ready for your day, but he enjoys watching you get undone at the end of a long day just as much. He will often sit on the edge of the bed and watch you change clothes. If you wear makeup he’ll lean against the counter to watch you put it on, and then at night, he likes watching you wipe it away.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Madara doesn’t get too grossed out by much of anything. Being a shinobi kind of desensitized him to most things others might find gross.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Madara has a bad habit of just not sleeping. Even if he lays down and holds you, sometimes he just can’t bring himself to actually fall asleep.

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dolliedarlin · 4 years ago

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s a f e i n h i s a r m s ⏤katsuki b.

s u m m a r y : after rescuing you during a rescue exercise gone wrong, now Bakugou can't shake you off from clinging onto his arm.

l e n g t h : 2.9k

g e n r e : fluff

w a r n i n g s : cursing from our beloved explosion boy

p a i r i n g : bakugou katsuki x f.reader

a / n : this idea came out of nowhere so instantly got to writing it. i'm sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. this honestly gives me Juvia and Gray vibes from Fairy Tail...they were my favorite couple after all so, yeah...even reader has a water quirk -oopsie! whelp! we can see where my inspiration comes from at least. enjoy they read my lovelies!

It all started when Bakugou saved you during a rescue exercise that went horribly wrong for you.

The ceiling had collapsed from above you and, no matter how fast you were at trying to avoid the falling debris, it was still able to trap your leg. With it's crushing weight, several bones in your leg were snapped, leaving you vulnerable and immobile. Your horrifying cry of pain could be heard throughout the building as it bounced off the walls, alerting your classmates, who were sent into an instant panic.

Most of them had traversed through the fragile maze left by the torn-down structure as you had stubbornly stayed behind to ensure that everything transpired smoothly behind your teammates. With the frail state of the infrastructure, it was difficult for your team to travel back to your location without possibly triggering further collateral damage that could potentially cause further harm to you.

Things weren't looking their brightest.

The pain in your leg had crawled up the rest of your body and paralysed you with its stinging bite. It almost brought tears to your eyes but you had to be strong, you couldn't just sit around and wait for help. That isn't what a future hero should do. With the dry air around you, you wouldn't be able to use your quirk so you got started on trying to push away the sizable chunk of ceiling that had trapped your leg beneath it yourself.

It didn't take long before you realised that your attempts were futile. Judging from the way your arms shock under the weight as you awkwardly gripped at the ceiling fragment, you wouldn't be able to get out on your own. Losing hope, you let your tears accumulate to the surface of your eyes and were just about to let them flood over your lashes when an explosion broke a hole in the wall to the right of you. The instant you turned to its direction, your (e/c) orbs met with the piercing red eyes of Bakugou. The explosive blonde didn't say anything and just hurried to your side with a scowl, easily lifting the weight off of your leg before delivering a blast that pushed the hard stone ceiling over onto it's back. You were about to say your thanks when the blonde saw the state of your leg and grumbled as he picked you up in his arms and made a run for the exit he had made.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, primarily because the jumbled emotions you were going through was hard to process individually as well as conjointly. However, one thing that you were sure of as you stared up at the frowning blonde carrying you in his arms, was that you had never felt safer than in that moment.

After that day, the way you acted around Bakugou was never the same.

You never really had a fixed friendship group. Sometimes you would sit with Midoriya and his friends, sometimes with the Bakusquad, sometimes with the rest of your classmates (but not Mineta) and even with those from class 2B. However, you were beginning to hang around the Bakusquad more and more after the incident of your rescue.

None of them really complained about it, not even Bakugou, in fact, they loved that you were spending time with them, especially Mina as she finally had another girl to help her through the other boys' antics. It was a surprising thing coming from her, seeing as she partook in mischievous antics of her own from time to time, sometimes, even joining in with Kaminari and Sero's playful pranks.

Truthfully, you seemed to be the only other level-headed person aside from Kirishima in Baukgou's eyes so, although he was grumbling under his breath at first, he wasn't too opposed at your newly established presence amongst the group of 'annoying weirdos that followed him around'.

This was a good sign for you and helped you to quickly get comfortable around the blonde.

Nobody knew this about you at the time but you're actually a very affectionate person, you just haven't been able to find someone to direct that affection towards so you've been a bit touch-staved. That was getting fixed really soon, however, because, now, you know exactly who to shower your affection on.

It started with little things such as simply standing closer to Bakugou than usual. He would throw you a narrowed glare but after you flashed him a smile, he would relent with a huff as he turned his attention away from you. It didn't take long for him to get used to you being so close but the instant he had grown familiar with your close proximity, you gave him a reason to send another harsh stare and growl your way.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my hand you stupid extra?!" he snapped at you, almost showering you in saliva from the way he was shouting in your face.

"Holding your hand," you replied bluntly, flashing a wide grin up at him with your eyes closed. In protest, the explosive blonde tried to tug your hand away, shouting demands for you to let go. This is when he realised that you had suddenly grown a monstrous amount of strength as he wasn't able to successfully pull his hand away from you. In fact, his tugging had the opposite effect and encouraged you, to not only, interlace your fingers with his but also to hug his arm to your chest using your other hand.

"GET OFF ME!"

"Don't you like holding my hand, Bakugou?" you asked with an endearing pout and subtle whine in your voice as you looked up at him with big teary eyes.

"NO! I DON'T!" his hopes of getting you to let go proved futile as you just continued to smile and hold him tightly. Eventually, he gave up and let you cuddle his arm throughout the school day, glaring at the people that dared to look and point. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all commented on his laughable position, chuckling under their breath at how it didn't suit him to be so close and affectionate with a girl.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! SAY THAT AGAIN YOU BASTARDS AND I'LL BLAST YOUR FACES OFF!" he was about to chase them down as they shouted and ran away from him, their laughter hanging in the air. If only you weren't still hugging his arm.

"Don't do that Bakugou," you pouted and pressed your cheek into his shoulder.

"Hah?" he gave you a look of offended confusion. No one dared to keep him from beating up those idiots, who called themselves his friends, before.

"I'll have to let go of your arm if you do that,"

Bakugou doesn't know why but he didn't put up much of a fight after seeing how dejected you looked at the idea of having to let go of his arm.

As time progressed, many people grew bolder in teasing Bakugou as your holds on the male grew even more restricted, which gave them ample time to run away if need be.

One day, when you had been cuddling into Bakugou's side whilst hanging out in the common room with the rest of his group, Kaminari couldn't hold back his jealousy at the fact that someone as ill-tempered as Bakugou was getting more attention from a girl than he was.

"I can't believe you get cuddles from (Y/N) every day, Bakugou," Kaminari began as you giggled in return, "It's Not Fair!" the electric emitter cried with tears in his eyes.

"Then you have her!" Bakugou barked, attempting to pry you off him just to throw you at Kaminari as you flashed the explosive boy an extremely upset expression.

"No!" you cried, clinging onto him as tightly as possible, "I only wanna cuddle Bakugou!"

At this, the explosion quirk user sighed in exasperation and slumped back into his seat on the sofa, letting you sit on his lap and nuzzling into his chest as his arms stayed immobile at his sides. In the background, Kirishima set about comforting Kaminari as Mina and Sero laughed at the comical scene before them.

Your need to cuddle and be close to Bakugou didn't stop there, however, you even had the guts to embrace him at inconvenient times.

There were instances where Bakugou would be cooking dinner in the dorm kitchen and you'd come up to hug him from behind. His only response to your embrace, after you had done this to him time and time again, was to continue cooking and to cook enough for the two of you.

The first few times you were valiant enough to bring the red-eyed temper teen into your arms, he had put up his usual fight before ultimately giving up. The case would be that you'd skip up to him with your usual close-eyed smile, pull him into a hug that he wouldn't return as he'd do his best to continue whatever it was that he was doing, treating you like dead-weight hanging off his torso. Sometimes, he needed to throw you over his shoulder or carry you in his arms to be able to do whatever he had to do properly.

Take for example, walking up a set of stairs, he would throw you over his shoulder and make his way up the steps as quickly as possible to ensure that fewer people saw. Times when you had been particularly eager to stand beside him, even when he's training, he'd use you for practice.

It started off as your idea, actually.

"Why don't you pretend that I'm an injured person and carry me in your arms as you run to safety?" you suggested as you held your arms out, smiling happily up at him. He was stubborn at first but eventually, he was carrying you in his arms as he ran laps on the UA track lines. It felt so good to be in his arms again that you would always end up nuzzling your face into his neck no matter how sweaty he got.

"Don't do that, idiot. I'm fucking sweaty!" he'd reprimand you often.

"But I like your sweat Bakugou,"

"HAH?!"

"It saved me that one time and I'm sure it'll save me and others many more times in the future too," you'll never forget the tomato-red blush his face flourished into that day.

Nobody knows why you came across as so persuasive to the blonde that he let you do whatever you wanted. However, from their observations and the speculation that stayed between the rest of class 1A ended up reasoning that Bakugou was too touch-starved to willingly fight you off him. It was cute. The two of you were secretly dubbed the cutest couple in class 1A despite not officially dating.

Your admirable persistence at staying beside Bakugou at all hours of the day has continued for several months, and now, Bakugou as well as the rest of your classmates, wouldn't be able to see you without seeing the explosive blonde close by. Often times, you would cuddle up to him on the common room sofas as he read a book or played the games he was forced into doing by his 'idiot' friends. Your interactions were amusing to watch and helped the rest of your classmates see a different side to Bakugou.

The desire you had to stay by Bakugou's side flourished and blossomed over the months as your initiation on being close to him made you learn more endearing things about him. He's very misunderstood so you're glad you took the time to get to know him.

"You don't mean to be mean, do you, Katsuki?" you whispered his name with the most affection and ever so gently as you reached up a hand to tenderly caress his sleeping face. He had managed to fall asleep with everyone else at a weekend night together. The previous week had been exhausting and so the Bakusquad suggested an evening of fun to lift the weight of stress off everyone's shoulders before another week of stress is piled on top of them again. "I sometimes wish more people can see the good in you," you continued, suppressing a yawn, "but I'm greedy,"

Bakugou will never admit that he heard your little confession that night as you slipped into the world of sleep cuddled into his chest atop him.

As of recently, you had been pestering Bakugou to hug you back whenever you went up to embrace him but he wasn't going to willingly comply until he found out why exactly you were being so clingy. He knows he isn't the best person to be affectionate with and that you somehow were able to see through that, not that he would ever admit to there being something deeper going on behind his constant untamable temper.

The blonde can see you with so many other guys who were more deserving of you than he was, like Kirishima and even that stupid Deku. No matter how irritated it made him feel to see you with other guys, he knows that it was ultimately better for you to be affectionate towards them than him. It didn't make sense to that someone like you was always so desperate to be beside someone like him.

The day he saved you during the rescue exercise was a one-time thing. That couldn't be your only reason. Bakugou needed to know your way of thinking and decide for himself if it was equitable enough to let you continue what you were doing or to push you towards someone else, whether you do it willingly or not, he didn't care. He needed to focus on becoming the number one hero, not you.

It wasn't until the class had another hero rescue exercise that Bakugou finally got an answer to the reasoning behind your behavior towards him.

Somehow, the two of you ended up trapped together. Bakugou could easily cause an explosion to get out but not without causing the rest of the building collapse atop both of you at a rate and amount that would overwhelm the explosion emitter. Your water emitting quirk was limited at the moisture in the dry air surrounding you so you wouldn't be able to help much if you wanted to.

Despite the dire situation, you were still smiling and moving about without a care in the world.

"What are you smiling about idiot?!" Bakugou snapped at you, his frustration at his helpless situation making him act out, what made it all the more infuriating, however, was knowing that you knew from the gentle and understanding smile you directed towards him.

"Because you're with me Bakugou," he was speechless, "whenever I'm with you, I know I'm safe so I can be calm and think of things rationally," your smile only grew at his stunned and blinking expression, it took a moment but a boost of Bakugou's ego was soon rushing in as he felt his heart do something weird in his chest. It made him blush but you didn't need to see that so he quickly turned away so that the only evidence of the blush on his face you witnessed was at the tips of his ears, "in fact, I think I have an idea on how to get out,"

Using your water quirk, you drew as much moisture from the air as you could before you took a limited amount from your lungs. You fashioned the water in your hands into a gentle drill that you then used to dig your way out from the building. You needed to take multiple breaks, however, as utilising water from your lungs required you to hold your breath but in no time at all, you and Bakugou were out and safe.

After that day, Bakugou finally hugged you back every time you embraced him.

He became less grumbly at the fact that you were always reaching out to touch and cuddle up to him, actually, he made it a point that you would only want to be close to him and no one else. Everyone practically saw the hidden smirk on his lips every time he pressed your happily smiling face into his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, with his smirk all the boys around him he would glower at as if to stake his claim over you and the affection you were showering him with.

Bakugou could get used to this. He should've given you a chance earlier because he surprisingly liked having you wrapped up in his arms, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, your chest pressed up against his as your arms wrapped around his torso.

"Katsuki," you looked up at him as he grunted in return, maneuvering your face back into the junction between his shoulder and neck. It was a place that your face fit perfectly into and he needed you to always have your face pressed up against that area or else his neck would feel too exposed and naked, "since you're okay with hugging me back now..."

"What is it?" you didn't answer so he pulled away to look you in the eyes, "Spit it out,"

"Can I have a kiss?"

“Uh-“

n a v i . | bnha mlist

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff

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polishksiezniczka · 4 years ago

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Camerlengo Patrick McKenna Fluff ABCs | Camerlengo x Female Reader

Il camerlengo deserves more love ❤

Notes: These take place in an AU where the Cardinal Strauss and Commander Richter are guilty of the attacks on the Vatican. 2K words.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

There are so many things about you Patrick adores: your beautiful, soft smile; the curiosity and warmth your eyes convey; the feminine lilt of your voice. But most of all, he loves you for your heart. The kindness you show towards others makes you an angel in his eyes.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why or why not?)

Despite his vocation to the priesthood, Patrick would love nothing more than to start a family with you. He views the love you share as a gift from God, not something that should be disgraced or vilified. The arbitrary man-made rules of the Church which prevent him from realizing this longing—your own little family—frustrate him to no end.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

With the utmost care and gentleness. He holds you against him, reverently stroking your hair, face, and body with his warm fingers. He especially loves to admire the suppleness of you, softly kissing each and every glorious inch he can reach. While these moments are few, they are precious to him.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Because your relationship with Patrick is technically “forbidden,” you can’t go on dates in the normal sense. When he can, Patrick will use the secret passage between the Vatican and Castel Sant’ Angelo to discretely travel to the outside world in order to visit you. Because you really can’t be seen alone with him, you instead spend time with Patrick in your apartment, often cooking dinner, talking, and just enjoying each other’s company. Even if you can’t confess your love to the world yet, all he desires is to spend every moment he can with you.

E = Everything [“You are my ____________.” (e.g. my life, my world)]

“You are my heart.”

“You are my treasure.”

“You are my life’s greatest blessing. You are a gift from God.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

When he imagined his life without you. The pain he felt even entertaining the notion was too much for him to bear. He knew he needed to tell you before it was too late.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

This is one of the main reasons you fell in love with Patrick—he is truly the gentlest soul you have ever met. He treats you as if you were a priceless relic, practically worshipping the ground you walk on and swearing to defend you from any harm. Not that he won’t stand up for what he believes—he is a fierce defender of his faith and possesses the ability to inspire millions with his commanding oratory. But the look of love in his eyes when you catch him watching you makes your heart flutter rapidly in your chest like a schoolgirl’s.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Secretly and with all the affection he can possibly give. He especially loves to brush his thumb across the back of your hand, squeeze them lightly, or bring them to his lips when they are intertwined. When you are alone together, he always wants to maintain this type of intimate contact.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

When you first met Patrick, the always-charming young priest was left speechless. Not only was he enamored of your beauty, he was mesmerized by your intellect and eloquence. At first, he chided himself for such foolish and boy-like thoughts—he was a priest, after all! But after slowly getting to know you, he realized how much you embodied perfection to him: your poise, the uncommon kindness you showed to all those you met, your deep devotion to your Catholic faith. And you couldn’t help but feel the same strong attraction to him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous much?)

Patrick is not the jealous type—he would never have any reason to be. Your love is built on trust and truthfulness, and he alone holds the key to your heart.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You were the first to kiss Patrick. You had gone to him for guidance after suffering a deeply personal anguish. His words were so gentle and reassuring, you couldn’t help but softly kiss his cheek in gratitude as tears slipped silently from your eyes. You were too numb to even feel ashamed, let alone prepare for Patrick’s response: taking your hand and kissing it lovingly, a gesture meant to assure you your feelings were reciprocated.

Because of Patrick’s profession and his constant presence in the public eye, you can’t be together as often as you’d like. But when you are, you nearly die and go to heaven from his mouth’s attentions alone. Patrick’s kisses are gentle, reverent, and full of love. He is never aggressive or rough; instead, he worships you with his lips, laying them everywhere like a starving man put before a feast.

L = Love (Who says I love you first?)

Patrick did. He was running to the helicopter to dispose of the antimatter chamber, willing to sacrifice his life for the safety of the faithful gathered in the Square and his beloved St. Peter’s. As he prepared to take off, he saw you standing on the steps at the entrance to the basilica, tears in your eyes. He silently mouthed to you, “I love you. Pray for me.” You were distraught but could do nothing but nod as tears clouded your vision and watch as he ascended from the plaza into the night sky.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

One night you begged Patrick to go for a walk around the city together, like a normal couple would. You couldn’t brush away the romantic childhood notions of strolling through Rome with your beloved. He finally acquiesced to your pleas (your doe eyes and breathy implorations being of great assistance to you) and the two of you slipped quietly out into the dusky night. You frolicked at the Trevi Fountain, gazed at the enormity of the Pantheon, and shared a sweet treat from the gelateria while nestled on a bridge overlooking the Tiber River. Although the ancient city was beautiful, the sight beside him was what truly took his breath away.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Priests are sworn to a life of poverty, so Patrick does not shower you with expensive presents (nor can he afford to). But none of that matters to you because all you care about is Patrick and your love for him. Of his few earthly possessions, Patrick gifted you his late mother’s golden crucifix necklace inlaid with emerald, despite your attempts to dissuade him. He gave you the look of utmost adoration and smiled. “Angelo mio, you are the only one worthy of wearing it.” You wear the necklace every day as a secret declaration of your love for Patrick.

O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

There are two: light pink (it is your favorite color and the color of your favorite flower, the gardenia) and white. White symbolizes purity and peace, as it is the color of the angels, and to Patrick, you are his angel on Earth.

P = Pet Names (What pet names do they use?)

Angelo mio (“my angel”); cuore mio (“my heart”); mi amore (my love); “beloved”; “dearest”; “my treasure” ; “sweetheart.”

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

His rosary, made of olive wood grown on the shores of the Sea of Galilee. It was a gift from His Holiness.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Ideally, he would spend the day curled up together on the sofa with you, reading, talking, or just basking in the other’s presence. Two mugs of tea and a plate of delectable pastries you had baked for him would sit on the table but would remain uneaten because of the sustenance you provide to each other. When he cannot be with you, he enjoys spending time in his study, doing research, reading Scripture, or writing his weekly homily.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Prayer—he always turns to God and the Saints for guidance.

Naturally, being by your side and in close physical contact immediately quells even his deepest fears. He relishes listening to your soft, sweet voice, lulling him into a sense of profound comfort and eventually, sleep.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Patrick is an intellectual at heart and loved the time he spent in seminary. He is incredibly well-versed in a variety of topics, including literature, history, science, music, art, philosophy, and theology. You could listen to him for hours and never lose interest.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You. Patrick can be himself around you, let his guard down. He knows that he can tell you anything. Sometimes when he has a lot on his mind (responsibilities, the welfare of his Church, your future together), he simply gazes at you lovingly and observes the subtle movements you make when you’re engrossed in a task like cooking, reading, or playing the piano.

When he’s anxious and you are not around, prayer provides him a deep sense of comfort. He also relishes in your sweet scent—a small vial of your perfume you gifted him.

V = Vaunt (How do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Vanity is a sin! 😉

But in secret, he loves showing off his Latin skills to you! You find it incredibly sensual when he speaks to you in that ancient tongue.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

On a dreamy spring night, Patrick led you up to a secret balcony near the base of St. Peter’s massive dome—a hidden observatory shown to him by His Holiness when he was a young boy. The view is breathtaking; you can see the whole city bathed in golden light, the inky blue darkness above cut by the silver caresses of the moon. You turn to Patrick in complete awe and could hardly articulate how beautiful the view was. He pulls you close to him and whispers that he would be happy if he could never see this view again if it meant he could spend the rest of his life with you. You turned to him, overwhelmed with love, your breath hitching at the significance of his words. He then knelt down before you, taking your hands in his.

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, of all the blessings God has bestowed upon me, none is more precious than you. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew that we were meant to be together, in this place and time.” His eyes were sincere and insistent, his tone earnest as he held your hands tighter and continued: “My mind told me that we could not be together, that my vows of celibacy and chastity forbid this. But my heart tells me that if a love so pure as ours exists, is it not a gift from God, meant to be treasured? And though I may not deserve to understand, all I wish to know and feel is my love for you.” His eyes shone softly with tears.

“Y/N, my love, will you make me the happiest man on Earth and spend the rest of your life with me? Will you be my wife?”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Patrick loves the ancient hymns from the early days of the Church, their melodies hauntingly beautiful yet powerful. “Ave Maria” also has a special place in his heart after he heard you singing it softly to yourself one evening while preparing dinner.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Every day! Patrick is so torn between the duties of his priesthood and his intense longing to spend the rest of his life as your husband. He prays to God often about this personal conflict, but finally decides to propose to you before Him alone, indifferent to anyone else’s judgement.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Because Patrick is so easygoing and affectionate, he would do really well with dogs.

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#ewan mcgregor #patrick mckenna #camerlengo #angels and demons #dan brown #il camerlengo #carlo ventresca #ewanfuckinmcgregor #forgive me father for i have sinned

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imaginedevildom · 5 years ago

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Lucifer A-Z NSFW Headcanons

Hey guys so since I’ve gotten a few requests for all boys for the A-Z nsfw stuff I’m just going to do all of them for all the brothers going from oldest to youngest.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer is known as the sadistic first born, so you know you’re in for rough ride anytime you go to bed with him. On the flipside of that though, he’s also the king of aftercare. He’ll start by getting a washcloth and cleaning you up. Then he would make sure to properly care for any bruises and cuts he gave you.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

As the avatar of pride there’s not a single part of himself that he doesn’t like. He used to be incredibly proud of his wings before his fall but has since grown fond of his horns. He loves his partner’s lips the mouth. He likes to watch how they look as he rings whines and moans out of them. He also enjoys how your lips look parted around his cock.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lucifer is probably one of the more possessive brothers, so he enjoys coming inside of you as a way to mark you as his.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Lucifer has been around the block a few times and is an experienced dom. Has way more experience with hookups than he does with long lasting relationships.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Very serious, any humor on his part comes from him being amused by teasing you

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Lucifer keeps everything well-groomed but doesn’t go over the top with styles or dyeing I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Lucifer is well known for being cold and aloof while in public and a little softer while on the phone or texting. Sex with Lucifer is very intimate since he pretty much demands that you bare all of yourself to him in your intimate moments

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off more than you may initially think. When you’re in a relationship with him he doesn’t hesitate to just take you to bed when hes feeling pent up. If you’re not in a relationship he jacks off a lot because he denies how he feels a lot and his pride won’t allow him to admit that he wants you and therefore will never approach you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Brat taming- While Lucifer loves an obedient partner he, won’t deny that there’s just something exciting about taking someone strong willed and bending them to his desires.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Loves fucking you in his office after a long day of work.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anytime you misbehave and open an opportunity for him to punish you really gets him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As a demon and a sadist there’s not too many things that are going to immediately send him running for the hills. His biggest no is probably anything that his him submitting to his partner, he’s too much of a control freak to really be ok with giving up too much control.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Oral is not one of his favorite things but when it happens it’s usually as a form of control. When he receives oral, he likes you on your knees with his hands in your hair as he slowly fucks your throat. When he gives it, he likes you on your back begging for him as he teases you. P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time he likes it fast and rough but likes to switch to soft and slow in the middle to throw you off and tease you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are not a huge favorite of his since they don’t give him a lot of time to drive you nuts before he fucks you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Lucifer is 100% down to experiment, especially if its because you want to push the limits of what you’re ok with as a sub.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Lucifer has stamina for days. He can last for quite a while after cumming but bounces back fairly quickly after a round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

As a dom the toys he’s most fond of things like riding crops, blindfolds, and handcuffs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lucifer is probably the biggest tease of the 7 brothers. He loves to blindfold and gently trail his hands or whip over body before surprising with a quick jolt of pain. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Lucifer is quiet until he’s comes and then he starts panting and swearing more than you would ever normally hear from him. Also, while he doesn’t make a lot of noise he is still very vocal in bed.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He has a slight hand fixation and loves seeing take his fingers in your mouth and treat them the same way you would treat his dick.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a little on the longer size even for demons, so I’d say he’s around 8 inches long. He’s not super thick but the length makes up for it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Lucifer has a moderate sex drive. He enjoys sex a lot but more often than not he’s content to wait for you start things unless you do something that really gets him going

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The man is all but confirmed to be a chronic insomniac so most of the time he just stays with you until you fall asleep and then gets cleaned up and goes back to whatever he was doing before you got intimate. However, if he’s actively trying to get to sleep, a good round of fucking is normally enough to push him over the edge into sleepiness and he’ll fall asleep with you.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #sinbin #a-z challenge

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alisnmoon · 4 years ago

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WINTER TASK + SELF PARA : : But. But!

Who : : Carmichael Davis, Allister Davis, and Gigi Brandt

Location : : Scotland and wherever Gigi is

Timeline : : December 24th, 2020 to December 27th, 2020

Word Count : : More than three

“ But. But! “ Premise : : Carmichael Davis goes back to Scotland to spend break with his younger brother Allister Davis while their uncle Montgomery Davis is still undergoing physical therapy. Their time together starts off nice and the two catch up, sharing details that have happened during the months they spent apart. However, due to the careless words said by Allister Davis, an argument and physical fight breaks out between the two. Carmichael Davis then calls Gigi Brandt as he leaves Scotland, heading back to Gallagher earlier than he expected. tw: death mention and violence

This is strange, the feeling of lost. While Cyrus wasn’t his friend or anyone close to him, he was still a fellow student. He’s heard of the deaths during the spring semester and over summer break, how the students just expect for someone to lose their life while attending Gallagher. Death shouldn’t be the norm, not while you’re in school, that’s what he thinks. Out in the field, actually working as an agent, death is something you prepare yourself for. But as a student who’s simply learning? You should be safe and feel safe while at school.

“They’re traumatized,” he says to himself, staring outside of his cab window. “Normal students wouldn’t think like that, agents in training or not.”

He feels bad for them, the Gallagher students, but he would never say that out loud. The others would only look at him strangely, think that he’s gone soft. Honestly, he’s sure that they already see him as soft, weak even because of his relationship with Gigi. Which he guesses is fair, maybe he is soft but what’s wrong with that. Not like he’s the only one in relationship with someone or even keeps another person close to them.

Maybe they’re all soft and none of them wanted to admit it? Who even cares at this point.

His cab comes to a stop, the driver telling him that they arrive at his stop. Stepping out of it, he thanks the other as he drives away, before he turns to look at his surroundings. North Berwick, still the same small town that he’s grown up in. With the same neighbors, homes, and barking dogs. And that very similar dark red, two story house whos ground plan he memorized. Of course he did, it’s his home after all.

Unlocking the door and walking inside, Carmichael is met with an abnormally quiet house. “I thought he was going to be here,” he says to himself, closing the door behind him. “I guess I was wro—“

His words fall short, as he hears someone say “ ow “ farther into the house. Tilting his head to the side, he goes to where the voice came from, careful steps taking him to the kitchen. There, he sees an all too familiar back, one similar to his own. “Allister?” He calls out, the other’s actions pausing before he turns around. In that moment, Carmichael is met with a face that mirrors his own. With the same long brown hair and deep blue eyes filled with curiosity and fire. Eyes and smile that instantly lit up at the sight of the older boy.

“Carmie, you’re home!” And in a flash, the younger of the two throws his arms around his brother, bringing him in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Carmichael doesn’t hesitate to hug him back, pulling him in tightly. When was the last time they were able to hug like this, July maybe? He misses it, his brother, breathing and able to walk on his own. Alive and well.

Allister is the first one to pull away, a wide grin on his face as he looks over his older brother. “Look at you! You look good— wow, I can’t believe you look better in that shirt than I do.”

He laughs gently at that, shaking his head at the others words. “No way, I can’t pull off your clothes like you do,” Carmichael assures him. “Your crop tops? Still can’t do them, I feel weird in them.”

“That’s just your inner toxic masculinity talking! You’ll get used to them in no time.”

“This is coming from the straight twin, I see…”

“Why you…”

Jabs and nudges, loud laughter, smiles, eyes that shine brightly, and an instant connection that the two missed. The Davis brothers are back together and nothing could top that moment of serotonin for them. “Come on, I’ll help you unpack! We can talk while we do so, oh, tell me all about Gallagher.”

“I’ve already told you everything—“

“Yeah, in our chat and over the phone but it’s not the same! I want to hear you talk about in real time, to see your reactions about everything,” Allister says, already taking the lead to the stairs. “Come on, I need something that isn’t hospital gossip.”

“There’s such a thing as hospital gossip?”

“Yes and it’s terrible. I mean, it’s interesting but only for so long.” A dramatic sigh leaves his lips just as Carmichael just rolls his eyes. “Now come on, tell me everything!”

So he does exactly that, tells Allister everything. About his progress when it comes to the mission, to the people he’s met, to working with the other agents, and also his classes. Allister listens carefully as he pulls out shirts and pants from the suitcase, creating a separate pile for dirty and clean. He’s focused, not just on the task at hand but also the words leaving his older brother’s mouth. Carmichael knows that he’s storing each information quietly into little mental drawers in his head. For someone so destructive and disorganized, he’s somehow good at what he does. Carmichael wishes that he was like that too.

“So Cecilia knows, about us?” Allister asks as his brother nodded his head. “Oh boy, this doesn’t sound too good for me. I bet she’s extremely angry.”

“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it.” Though, Carmichael takes most of that anger is at Allister than him. Well, actually at both of the Davis twins. “She said that she won’t tell Eva and Cole, so it’ll be a secret between us.”

A moment of silence as Allister picks up the dirty pile and places it into a hamper. “Trust her, Cecilia isn’t the type to break a promise like that,” he says, talking as if he and the younger Casragi are close. “If she told that she won’t, then believe her.”

“And what if she does?”

“Then kill her.”

His heart stops, eyes growing wide at the serious tone and expression that his brother is displaying. But only seconds later that the younger boy cracks, laughing hysterically. “I’m just kidding,” he says in between laughs. “If she tells then she tells, no need to go crazy over it.”

It’s a joke and he should laugh at it but he can’t bring himself to do so. He’s reminded of Suzume, the Japanese princess that pins him to the wall in one of the secret passageways. How she tells him that he tried to murder her years ago, that she could never forget his voice or accent. Of course, he doesn’t believe her, unable to even fathom that Allister Davis could even try to assassinate someone. But hearing his brother’s voice, seeing the look in his eyes and how serious he was, he almost believed it. Because that joke sounded too real, as if he’s already done this before.

And it scares Carmichael for a minute, that Suzume could be right. That his younger brother, the goofy and dumbass twin, had done it. But the thought doesn’t last for long as he shakes the idea away. He knows his brother, better than anyone else in the world. Carmichael knew everything about Allister, he trusts the younger boy. Why would he trust the words of some random girl?

“Just hope that you’re able to get into the school’s system before the two find out your true identity. Don’t want them screwing up your name mid conversation.” Clearing his throat, Allister put on his best British accent, pretending to be Cole in that moment. “Oh hey, Carmichael there you— Oh, bloody hell, I meant Allister not Carmichael. Let’s hope that no one else heard that.”

He laughs then but it’s softer and not as strong. Almost forced. Worry clouds his senses. Worry, doubt, questioning, all of it. He wants to ask his brother about it but he couldn’t figure out how to say it. So he leaves it out, the information about Suzume and his failed assissnation. He’ll do some research on it later, whenever he gets the chance.

“Are you hungry? Because I am.” Carmichael stands to his feet. “Let’s go out into the town, yeah?”

“Yes, of course, you don’t have to ask me twice!”

. . .

The rest of the day is spent looking around their small town like old times. Talking to their neighbors, going to the grocery store together, and then eating out. Despite his own tiredness and desire to just rest, Carmichael remains awake, enjoying his time with his brother.

He doesn’t say it but seeing others at Gallagher with their siblings, especially twins, made him miss Allister even more. It’s like the old times again, where they’re inseparable, glued to the hip like when they were children. One of the locals even made a comment about that. “Haven’t you boys tried to spend anytime apart?” The twins gave each other a look, trying their hardest not to snicker loudly.

If only he knew.

Carmichael took notice of how his brother was walking that night. How the other walked with more care and slower than usual. He would take his time, sometimes even falling behind the other, to where Carmichael had to slow down for him.

Oh, how much have changed since the accident.

When they finally arrived back home, a movie was put on in attempt to watch it. But Carmichael ends up falling asleep on the couch after ten minutes. By the time he does wake up, it was when the TV was shut off and a blanket was placed over him.

The next morning rolls around, being the start of Christmas day. Gifts are exchanged between the two boys, Allister going first as he pulls out a large bag. “I swear to God, Al, if it’s something weird—“

“It’s not, I promise! You’re going to love it!”

He’s not too sure about that but doesn’t say anything else. Pulling apart the wrapping paper and then opening the box, his movements come to a pause at what’s inside. “You got me… a skateboard.”

“Not just any skateboard, a signed skateboard! And it’s custom made with your virus logo on it, turn it over.”

Pulling it out of the box completely, he turns the skateboard over to see what his brother is referring to. And right there, he’s met with the logo that he created at the age of ten. It’s a creepy smiley face with drips leaking from it’s mouth, eyes, and the bottom of its face. Right above it is Sam Beckett’s signature. “H-how did you get this?”

Allister shrugs his shoulder, obviously proud of his purchase. “Oh, you know. I just reached out to my best friend Sam and he signed it with no problem.”

Carmichael smiles. “Thank you, Al, I really appreciate it.” Putting the skateboard to the side, he then pulled out his gift for his brother. “Here’s yours, hopefully you’ll like it.”

“I’ll love anything you get me.” Beat. “Unless it’s clothes, I would kindly ask you to return them. Sorry, Carmie, I just can’t trust you when it comes to— Oh.”

It’s in the middle of his rambling that he sees the gift. A beautifully painted picture of Allister and Carmichael Davis, from when they were fifteen. One of their best pictures where the two boys had shoved cake into each other’s face, angry with each other over something stupid. But seeing how ridiculous they both looked, the boys laughed loudly, their anger instantly disappearing. Without their knowing, Montgomery had snapped a picture of that moment.

It became one of Carmichael’s favorite pictures with his brother.

“How did you—“

“Let’s just say that I know an artist.”

The two laugh at their words, gifts are put away, clothes are put on, and they’re both out the door. There’s one member of their family that they’re missing so of course they have to go see him.

“Oh, you got a text,” Allister says, phone in his hand as Carmichael drives them to the hospital out of town. “From Gigi, oh, your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” Allister says, smirking. “She’s my girlfriend, thanks for reminding me.”

He doesn’t like that either, frowning slightly at his brother’s words. “Whatever. What did she send?”

“Just a generic Merry Christmas text and her saying thanks for the gift— what did you get her?”

“Just jewelry, nothing much.”

But it was much to him. Gigi was his first friend from Gallagher and someone who he cared for deeply. He still remembered how she tried to help him find his earring, how serious she was that day. Because of that moment, and many others, he got her earrings. Very small and simple, he was sure that she would throw it out after one use.

Carmichael wants to offer the idea that him and Allister have. Where one wears one earring and the other wears the second one. Though, he realizes how that might be too much for a relationship that wasn’t even real, so he went against it. Swallowing that idea into the depth of his mind.

“I told her Merry Christmas and that she’s welcome,” Allister says. “Anything else you would like me to send, Mr. Boyfriend?”

“Al, shut up!” But the younger of the two doesn’t, he’s laughing loudly at his brother’s reaction. It was not that funny, goodness.

Time goes on until they’re at the hospital and are able to see Montgomery. Carmichael gives him his gift, which is a painted picture of Montgomery with Eleanor when she was still alive. The two were so young and proud, even despite their living conditions. It’s definitely one of Carmichael’s favorite pictures of the duo, so it’s no wonder that he gets it painted. Allister gives him a gift too though Montgomery doesn’t like it too much. But it doesn’t matter too much, as long as they’re all safe and soft.

The rest of Christmas becomes just him cooking as Allister cleans. Time is set to the side to FaceTime Gigi and letting her talk to Allister pretending to be Carmichael Davis. It’s strange, being here to watch his brother pretend to be him. So used to seeing it over the phone, this is completely different. It makes him feel nauseous for a bit that he’s glad that he’s able to take the phone from the other and go to his room.

He almost makes the mistake of going into the room belonging to Carmichael Davis, that he remembers to go to the one belonging to Allister Davis. There he talks to the other for a bit, just sharing details about their winter breaks and Christmas gifts that they got. He thanks her for his gift ( whatever the fuck it is ) and she thanks him for hers.

He’s happy right then and there. But the happiness doesn’t last long as his brother knocks on his door, asking if they can talk. So he hangs up on Gigi, telling her that she’s more than welcome to call him later whenever she wanted.

“What’s up?” Carmichael asks, throwing the phone onto the bed.

“We never got to talk about the mission in full,” Allister says, putting on a serious demeanor. “Has Mr. Stewart given you further instructions?”

“Yeah, it’s right here.” He goes into his book bag, pulling out the letter that he received just before leaving Gallagher. Giving it to Allister, he watches as the other carefully reads over the letter. “My mission is still the same, nothing about it has changed.”

“I guess that’s a good thing…” Allister says, handing the letter back to him. “I wouldn’t expect him to give us a new direction, it would be pointless. We’re the only hackers on the team, it wouldn’t make any sense for him to do that.”

Carmichael doesn’t let the pronouns that his brother uses go over his head, how the other made this about them. About Agent A/C instead of Agent Carmichael. “I know but I’ll be able to get through it, just trust me.”

“I’m not sure about that.” He raises an eyebrow, watching as Allister crosses his arm over his chest and closes his eyes, deep in thought. “If you couldn’t get through the system this semester then who knows if you’ll be able to in the spring.”

His jaw tightens at that. “You don’t think I’m capable enough to do this?”

“Honestly? I don’t,” Allister says. “Which there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just more difficult than either of us were expecting. I should be able to get through, don’t worry.”

“Oh wow, thanks,” Carmichael says, frowning deeply at this point. His mind was reeling and heart is racing as the words fall from his mouth. “Happy to know that you actually believe in me.”

“I do believe in you but—“

“But. But!” Carmichael’s voice is raising, catching both him and Allister off guard. “But he says! But as in he’s going to disregard his previous message about me. But! But what, Allister?”

The other boy furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Because you don’t believe in me,” he continues. “You don’t believe that I can do this.”

“I do believe in you—“

“But you said but! That means you don’t!”

“No, I do believe—“

“But—“

“I—“

“But—“

“Carmichael—“

“But—“

“Would you shut the fuck up and let me talk!”

It was a game, a power struggle between the two of them, as they try to one up the other person the entire time. Their anger showing in their expressions and voices. Carmichael wants to feel silly for letting his emotions get the best of him, to break away and apologize but he cant. Because these are emotions and thoughts that have been sticking with him for months now. Of feeling unworthy, unwanted, incapable, and more when compared to his brother. So to have the other say that, he cuts him deeply. Deeper than anything else.

“God, what’s gotten into you? Why are you angry at me?”

“Because you think that you’re better than me,” Carmichael says, getting into the other’s personal bubble. “You don’t think that I can do this like you, that I’m going to fuck this mission up.”

“I never said that—“

“You implied it! You implied that I would mess up and get us all caught—“

“God, Carmichael, now you’re just putting words into my fucking mouth. I did not imply that or anything.” He can see it, the passion in the others eyes, the fire that burns brightly and violently. Of how hot it was and how it could easily consume him. He should’ve stepped back, not test the other anymore than he was but he doesn’t stop. He keeps pushing because he’s a fucking idiot.

“You did imply it, that’s why you want to switch back.” Something he does not want to happen. “Because you just know that you can wrap this mission up faster than anyone else. Way faster than me apparently. Admit it, that you think that you’re better than me.”

“No, I won’t—“

“Admit it—“

“Carmie—“

“Admit it!”

“Car—“

“Admit—“

“Okay, fucking fine, yes I think that I’m better than you. No, I know that I’m better than you,” Allister says, giving into his own rage and chaos. “It’s not like you were put onto this mission in the first place. Mr. Stewart put me in, not. This is my mission so yeah, I should be the one to go back and finish it.”

There it is. He switches from “ our “ to just “ my “, of course he would. Because it’s their mission when it’s Carmichael out there but it’s only his mission when Allister is the one out there. “Are you happy now?” Allister says, voice lowering just as quickly as his change into the rage and chaos. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

It is but at the same it isn’t, he’s not sure anymore. He’s silent, eyes hard and cold as Allister just sighs deeply before putting on a smile, attempting to lighten the mood. “Look, I’m sorry for saying all of that and I do believe in you. It’s just… Mr. Stewart did give me this mission because he knows that I can do this so that’s why I’m acting like this, that’s all.” He reaches for the others' hands, squeezing them gently. “Now come on, let’s go downstairs and start cooking, I’m starving.”

He tries to pull Carmichael to the door but the other doesn’t try to budge. So grounded and feet rooted into the ground, he doesn’t want to go anywhere. There’s a numb and hollow feeling in his chest that he hates it here. The numbness travels throughout his body, controlling each part of him. Mouth included as words that he’s been trying to keep to himself fall out.

“Is it true that you tried to assassinate Suzume Minamoto?”

Allister goes still and tense, his grip around Carmichael’s wrist going limp. “How do you know that name?”

He doesn’t mean to say it, he wanted to figure it out for himself and to see if it’s actually true or not that. But the words are already out of his mouth and there’s no going back. Especially when Allister doesn’t try to deny it. “So is it true?”

“Carmichael,” he says, disregarding the other’s question. “How the fuck do you know that name?”

“S-she’s a student at Gallagher,” Carmichael says, pulling his wrist away from the other. “I met her, well, apparently she said that we already knew each other. That she could never forget my face or my accent, even said my full name without me introducing myself. Well, she said your name, Allister Davis.” It has a bitter taste to it. “So answer me, is it true that you tried to assassinate her?”

The look is back, the one from earlier when he joked about murdering Cecilia. “It’s true,” he says. “Emphasis on ‘ tried ‘ since obviously she’s walking around still. More of a reason why I should go to Gallagher so I can finish the job, or maybe I should notify her father about this.”

“Are you fucking serious right?” Carmichael shouts, obviously appalled at the others' words. “You want to go back to assassinate her again? Are you fucking crazy?”

“She knows who I am, Carmichael! We have to get rid of her so she doesn’t get in the way of the mission.”

“No, we can’t do that. One has already died, Allister, they’re undergoing an investigation right now. If you murder her then you’ll only make the situation worse for the team.”

“Minamoto walking about, alive and well, will make the situation worse, trust me,” Allister says, the wheels in his head turning. “I need to get rid of her—“

“Stop talking like you’re a fucking assassin, Allister.” His chest is tight and he feels nauseous because of this. “We’re agents, double agents to be specific. We don’t murder people—“

“I’ll do anything for Caledonia.”

And he grows silent, no words able to fall out. “Do you want to know the difference between us?” Allister continues. “The reason why Montgomery comes to me for missions is simple: they come to me because I’m not afraid to die. I’m not like you, a boy who fears death. I’m the boy that death fears.

“That’s what makes me a better agent and so loyal to Caledonia because I’ll put my life on the line for it. That’s why I’m the better agent because of—“

He punches him, right in the mouth with no sort of hesitation. Allister falls to the ground, not expecting it, before his eyes cloud over with anger.

The commence the fighting that breaks out. The two boys throwing and punching at each other. Allister is still weak but puts up a fight. It’s Carmichael who gets the most punches in and wins, throwing his brother down to the ground one last time. They’re both breathing heavily, eyes watching each other before Carmichael walks out of the room, going straight for his own.

. . .

He doesn’t sleep that night, he can’t actually. Instead, he’s packing his bag again, just putting random clothes into it, not even caring to figure out which belonged to Allister Davis and what belonged to Carmichael Davis. He just throws it into the suitcase before wheeling it downstairs. He found a plane ticket to head back to the states at the last minute, it cost him a lot of money but he didn’t care. He needed to get out of this fucking house.

Once downstairs, he pulls out his phone and calls Gigi because honestly, he just needs to talk to someone. And the main person he usually reaches out to is the one he’s pissed at.

“Hey babe,” she says once she answers. “What’s up? Why are you calling me so late?”

“Just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving Scotland early,” Carmichael tells her, looking out the living room window to see if his ride is waiting for him. “There’s been a change of plans.”

“What, why? Did something happen?”

Hands run through his hair, groaning softly. “I just… I got into a huge fight with… Carmie. A really bad fight where we both said some hurtful things about each other. Don’t really feel comfortable with staying here anymore.”

“Are you serious right now? Do you want me to go after him for you? Because you know I can and will.”

He laughs gently at her words, grateful that she wants to fight in his honor. Though, he’s not sure if he likes it that she wants to fight ‘ Carmichael Davis ‘. “No, it’s alright, seriously,” he tells her. “I kinda already did that already….”

“OMG, you fought your brother? Like, a physical fight?”

“Why do you sound so surprise—“

“I don’t know, you just don’t seem like the type to hurt someone! I just see you as that weak computer nerd—“

Their conversation over the next few minutes revolves around the two of them joking and poking fun at each other. It’s something he needed to pull his mind away from his argument with Allister and he’s glad that Gigi doesn’t ask him about it, though, he knows that she will once they’re back on campus. And it’s not like he can open up to her about it, about the real reason why he fought with his brother. He would just have to come up with a lie until then.

“My ride’s outside,” Carmichael says to her, sitting up from the couch. “I’ll text you when I get to Gallagher.”

“Okay,” Gigi says. “You know, if you want, I can meet you there too—“

“No, enjoy your break, I know that you’ve been looking forward to this. I’ll just see you when you get back,” he tells her. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.” A beat before she continues. “Hey Allister?”

“Hm?”

“I’m here for you, you know that right?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, just blinking a few times before smiling widely. Not an Allister Davis smile but a genuine Carmichael Davis smile, one that he doesn’t display that often. “I know,” he says. “And I’m here for you, Gigi.”

The two hang up and he grabs his luggage to leave the house. As he rounds the corner, he’s met with Allister standing in front of the door, giving the other a hard stare. The corner of his mouth is no longer bleeding which is good, he guesses. “You’re leaving.” It’s a statement not a question.

“Obviously enough since I’m not welcomed here.”

Allister opens his mouth, ready to say something to make it worse but stops himself. Instead, he just unlocks and opens the door. “Then leave,” he says. “And remember this Carmichael. You’re on your own from this point on. If you fuck up, it’s on you so good luck with my mission.”

Carmichael shoves the other out of his way, walking out of the door and to the car waiting for him. No byes or love you’s are said, the two boys just leave each other on a bad note. The door is slammed shut and the car pulls away, neither one of them looking back at the other.

And in this moment in the car, away from his brother and Gigi, it’s when he finally brings himself to think about what happened. How his own insecurities got the best of him, pouring and spilling before his brother, prompting the other to admit that he was better. Just because Carmichael Davis is weak, constantly pushing himself down as he compares himself to his brother. No one else is comparing the two, other than him!

But it doesn’t excuse how others genuinely like the other more and trust him with things. From Montgomery and Mr. Stewart who gives Allister missions, ones where he basically puts his life on the line every time. How Gigi, Ting, and Cecilia like the personality belonging to Allister than his own. That even Cole and Eva likes this version of him more than anything else, that the two like Allister over Carmichael. Or maybe it’s his version of Allister that they like but either way, it’s Allister Davis over Carmichael Davis.

And he hates that so much.

Then final piece to this fucking puzzle is the fact that his brother tried to assassinate someone years ago. How he swore up and down that his brother would never, ever do such a thing. But there he was, standing there and admitting to his crime, not even ashamed of it. ‘ they come to me because i’m not afraid to die ‘, the words replay over and over in his head.

It feels as though he’s finally meeting his brother for the first time. He’s always sworn that he knew everything about Allister, that he knew every little secret and small fact about him. But this, right here and now? He feels like a stranger when it comes to his own twin brother. Nothing about him makes sense anymore, he’s not even sure if he can trust the fucking guidebook that the two of them made for each other. It’s probably filled with fucking lies too!

What more is the other hiding from him, he wants to know. He needs to know because what the fuck even is the point of no secrets between family? Between brothers, between twins? Because all of this is absolute—

A tear hits the back of his hand, pulling him away from his thoughts. He didn’t even know that he was crying, so out of it, so numb. And they don’t stop either, the tears continue to fall like a soft stream before pouring out. No matter how much he tries to wipe them away, they keep coming. He finally gives in, just letting the tears continue to fall and his head down, not wanting the driver to see him so vulnerable.

That’s how he feels, vulnerable. Weak, useless, incapable, insecure, dumb, unloved, broken, and so many more things.

So he cries and allows for those emotions to consume him. What else can he do? Nothing, nothing at all.

#gallagher:task #self para #about #ft. davis family #ft. allister davis #ft. peachesfm #no i did not read over this <3 #can you believe i did all six tasks in less than 24 hours like my fucking power omg #this is kinda wack but i dont care!!!#it's a lot so i understand if folks don't read this #okay now i gotta go work and get some coffee because im running on like five hours of sleep #death mention tw #death tw #violence tw #I COMPLETLY FORGOT ABOUT THE TRIGGER WARNINGS OMG

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ambrosiaicecreem · 4 years ago

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All of them for Serafina 😌💋

AHHH i should’ve seen this coming LMAO thanks for the ask! <3

A | Affection: How does your muse show affection?

Serafina’s main love languages are acts of service, physical touch, and quality time. She’s a bit guarded though when it comes to being romantic, so it took a long time before she started to really break down her walls around her husband Vittorio.

B | Bouquet: Does your muse like flowers? Which ones are their favorite?

She’s not huge on traditional bouquets, but likes to be given the lone tropical flower/household plant every now and then. Anything that reminds her of her island home is always a plus for her.

C | Chocolate: Does your muse like chocolate? Which one is their favorite?

Dark

D | Date: What is your muse’s ideal date? Where/who with/etc?

Anything that’s by the water. Even if its just a walk on the beach (which, coincidentally played a part in both her relationships with Silas and Vittorio). It may come as a surprise but she isn’t really picky about dates, so long as there’s thought put into it.

E | Embrace: Does your muse like hugs? What are their hugs like?

She’s not a full on hugger or anything, but she accepts them from those that she cares about. Depending on the person and the context, her hugs range from an awkward side hug to full on bear hug that’s squeezing the life out of you.

F | Flirt: Is your muse good at flirting? How do they flirt?

She’s a professional at this point. She flirts mostly with body language and her eyes versus her words. She’s very... subtle and soft with her touch, and she knows just the right amount each person needs to get the job done.

G | Gift: Is your muse good at gift giving or do they struggle to get it right?

For the most part, she’s okay at it. In recent years, she tends to think “the more expensive the better”, which only seemed to work on Kassandra out of everybody at that time. That’s just another thing to work on.

H | Heart: Is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

INCREDIBLY slow. Just her relationship with Vittorio alone took years before she fully allowed herself to be vulnerable around him.

I | I Love You: Does your muse find “i love you” easy or hard to say?

Definitely hard. She rarely even said it to her grown children as they were growing up. After seeing the impact that had, she’s definitely trying to put in more of an effort with her kids with Vittorio. She’s also private, and doesn’t say it unless she knows she’s alone with her husband.

J | Jealousy: Does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Oh, YEA. The last 50 years of her relationship with Silas was on and off, and she was constantly jealous of any attention he gave to other people (which is why Silas rarely ever had friends while Serafina was in the picture). She still gets jealous with her current husband, but she’s trying to make an effort to stop that as well.

K | Kiss: Is your muse a good kisser? Why/why not?

For sure. Plenty of centuries to practice.

L | Love: Who does your muse love?

This guy, who has yet to be properly introduced but SOON!

N | Naughty: What is your muse like in bed?

Big ol femdom majority of the time. Definitely kinky. She’ll rarely ever bottom, but if she does its only with her partner.

O | Ode: Does your muse have a way with words?

Ehhhh not really. She’s not the best when it comes to talking and flirting that way.

P | Partner: What does your muse look for in a partner? Looks/personality?

It depends, usually. When it comes to look, she likes any masculine partners to be strong and taller than her (mind you she’s nearly 6 ft) but when it comes to feminine partners she likes them soft and shorter than her. What she really looks for is her equal: someone who’s not afraid to speak their mind to her, who can carry themselves with confidence, and doesn’t feel inferior/superior to her. Vittorio has been her best partner so far with all this in mind.

Q | Question: Would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

She’d totally ask if she feels like her partner isn’t going to anytime soon.

R | Romance: Is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Used to be full on cynic, but every day with Vittorio’s making her a convert.

S | Sweetheart: Did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Sure did. A fellow Amazon on the island, but as you can probably guess, nothing ever really came from that relationship in the end. She’s just a fond memory now that she holds dear to her.

T | True Love: Does your muse believe in true love?

She can’t confirm or deny the existence of such a thing.

U | Unrequited: Has your muse had their heart broken?

Totally. Most recently, back during the 60′s Serafina and Silas broke up. After about 15 years of not seeing each other, they bumped into each other again and she wanted to get back together with him. He rejected her, as he was in a relationship with someone else at the time. Obviously they got back together at some point, but Silas was the last person to ever break her heart and not try to repair it, when it happened again in 2020 when he took the kids and left.

V | Valentine: How does your muse feel about Valentine’s Day?

Every day is Valentine’s Day for her and Vittorio essentially. It’s just another day.

W | Wedding: Would your muse get married? Why/why not?

Serafina has been married MULTIPLE times over her lifetime, but she only really counts Silas and Vittorio. If anything were to happen to her relationship with Vittorio, she doesn’t see herself getting married ever again.

X | XOXO: Does your muse use/like pet names?

She’s not a big fan of pet names, but she only likes the more classic/old fashioned ones like “dear”/”dearest”, “darling”, “love”, “honey”, etc.

Y | Yours: Does your muse get protective easily?

Oh, for sure. If anything were to happen to Vittorio, she’d destroy the world honestly.

Z | Zzz: How many people has your muse slept with?

Too many to count. The ones that are most significant to the story/her character overall have already showed up LMAO

#lazysunjade #answered asks #aic: the montolvos extras

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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DATING GOT7 HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Kim Yugyeom

A ⇴ AFFECTION

The definition of a cuddler, he loves to cuddle up nice and closely as much as he can. Whilst he loves to use his height to his advantage and be the big spoon, he’s also not opposed to being the little spoon from time to time and resting into your side.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

He didn’t really know what to say when he met you, so instead he decided to dance. Before even saying hello, he offered his hand out for you to take so that you could dance together. It instantly initiated a bit of a spark between the two of you, and once the music had finished, he finally had the courage to introduce himself.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

The shyness he felt in approaching you for the first time came flooding back when he decided it was time to confess to you. He didn’t want you to slip away when he heard rumour that another guy was interested in, so before he could lose you, he invited you out for dinner so he could tell you how he felt. He was worried it might have been too late, but he was lucky, as you told him that you felt exactly the same way.

D ⇴ DATES

Since the two of you met dancing, Yugyeom loved to take you out dancing or to somewhere that played music that the two of you could dance too. He wasn’t quite at a stage in his life where he enjoyed sitting down at a table and eating a meal, he much preferred something fun for the two of you to do. He was very open minded which meant there was always something new for you to do, galleries, museums, concerts, sports centres, whatever appealed to you on the day would usually be the place that you’d head to.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

You were the first proper relationship that Yugyeom had, he’d had a couple of girlfriends in school, but they never really counted. He never imagined himself finding love whilst he was young, but then he believed in fate, which was probably why he met you. He’d sat you down at the start of your relationship and let you know how important work was to him, which you were more than willing to balance with, anything you could do to help Yugyeom’s career, you’d do it, you wanted him to succeed as well as your relationship.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Arguments are a big no for Yugyeom, he hates confrontation of any form. He has a tendency to get a bit teary if your disagreements become quite real, he won’t really know how to handle it. He tends to go very quiet when he struggles to find the words, he’ll stutter and cover his face so you can’t see him getting upset. It’s not to say that you shout a lot either, but you have a little more control over your emotions than Yugyeom does. As soon as you can sense that he’s struggling though, you’ll put the argument to one side, as you know looking after Yugyeom is a lot more important than whatever you argued about.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You met his brother quite early in your relationship as of course, they live together. For the first couple of visits, you were very anxious, but he soon made you feel very welcome. Just when you’d gotten used to being around his brother, he introduced his parents, but just like his brother, they made you feel very welcome and loved too.

H ⇴ HOME

Yugyeom didn’t want to make you feel awkward by moving you in with his brother, but the second his brother made the decision to move out, Yugyeom couldn’t wait to move you in. He made a lot of space around the apartment to make sure that you felt welcome and spend a lot more time with Dalkyum too, so you got used to leaving with him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ at the end of one of his shows. He didn’t expect to see you there supporting him, knowing that you’d gone to the effort of going to support him meant the world to him. It was the final piece to the puzzle that he needed to know that he was completely falling in love with you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Yugyeom tries hard to not get jealous, he’s used to being the maknae and being teased, so he’s learnt to try and ignore things that are meant to just be a joke. But he also knows there’s a line when someone is in a relationship, and if someone crosses it, he won’t be happy. At times he can be quite possessive, especially if someone comes close to what is his. He uses his tall figure to assert his dominance if he’s feeling jealous, it doesn’t mean that he’s confrontational, but it’s enough to intimidate a few people.

K ⇴ KIDS

The two of you decided quite early into your relationship that kids were still a little way off for you both as you were still so young. You both agreed that it was definitely you’d thought about in the long-term future, but there was a lot that could change in your lives before you thought about that. He knows that neither of you can predict what will happen, but in an ideal world he’d love to have children with you.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

The little giggle he does whenever he gets nervous or shy always puts a smile on your face. Despite his tall stature, he’s a big baby when it comes to giggles, if you so much as accidentally brush your hand against his waist it will kick him off into a fit of laughter. He loves to make you laugh too, it’s his favourite sound in the world and always reassures him when he’s feeling a bit unsure. Your favourite nights together are when you both just sit back and laugh about anything that comes to mind, usually the most random.

M ⇴ MISSING

He made no secret of the fact he hated being without you on tour. He was always told after the first-time things got easier, but he could never see it. Most nights he’d cling to BamBam or Jaebum’s side for a bit of company and beg to share a room with someone so that he wasn’t by himself. He thought he’d gotten used to missing family and friends over the years, but love was a whole different game to him. The moment he was away from you, he promised himself to never take you for granted again as he quickly adapted to having to do things by himself again, something he hated doing time and time again.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

You were his ‘sweetheart,’ that was the only name Yugyeom would ever call you by, even if he wasn’t happy or you were arguing, he’d always use that nickname to address you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your height, he loved falling tall around you and making sure you had someone tall and strong beside you to protect you. He’d often be found resting his head on top of yours too to tease you.

P ⇴ PDA

Yugyeom isn’t huge on PDA in public, but he will always like to have an arm around you. It doesn’t matter where you are, if he wants a cuddle, he’ll pull you close. He never wants to be one of those in-your-face couples though, his PDA is just enough so that someone would walk past you both and smile at you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loves to ask your opinion on the things he’s working on, whether it’s to do with work or just a recipe he’s trying out, he loves the reassurance that comes with having a partner, especially when he knows you’ll always be honest.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

No one knew this about Yugyeom, but on the inside of his hip he had a small tattoo for you. When you told him about your favourite flower, he was keen to get a tattoo of it after his first time on tour, so he felt like he always had a part of you with him on the road. It was in a place where no one could see it, aside from you, but that was how he liked it, it was a secret just for the two of you and absolutely no one else.

S ⇴ SEX

He loves to be the dominant one and use his height to his advantage, he’ll cuddle you closely with his long limbs and make you feel very safe. He loves to make sure you’re satisfied; he never expects too much from you as he’d much rather care for you. You’ll always play with his hair as you know how much he loves to feel your fingers twirl around his locks, tugging lightly against them when you want something more from him.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Yugyeom doesn’t really text you, if he does, it’s usually a video of something that he’s been up to or a clip of a routine he’s choreographed. At the end, he’ll always ask for your opinion, keen to know what you think.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

If nothing else, Yugyeom felt very grown up finally being in a relationship. Rather than be the young one who is protected, he enjoyed taking on the role of the protector and making sure he took the best care of you.

V ⇴ VACATION

He loved travelling, and whilst your holidays wouldn’t always be holidays, as he’d often still be immersed in work, he’d still make plenty of time for you too. You never mind though, seeing him come home and be full of creativity in the studio certainly makes it all worth it for you, especially when he sends you what he’s been up to.

W ⇴ WHINING

If you tease him too much he’ll definitely let go of a whine or too, begging you to stop and leave him alone before he starts blushing.

X ⇴ XXXXX

The place he kisses the most is easily the top of your head, again, just to make sure that you feel nice and small in his arms. He’ll also love to lean around you and press a kiss to your cheek, using his long neck to his advantage. As much as you pretend to hate it, you secretly love the feeling of him accommodating for you and shifting his body just so he can kiss you, it definitely makes you feel very special and very loved.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his everything, the one he trusted and loved more than anyone else.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most nights, Yugyeom would fall asleep with the feeling of your fingers tracing around his tattoos. It would always help you fall asleep, running your fingers over even the intricate lines, usually ending with you asleep and your arm pressed to his bicep or back.

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zayray030 · 4 years ago

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A-Affection

Both of these men have somewhat of an emotional stint. That’s not to say that they don’t show Affection to the other. Bruce is the most affectionate however, and constantly buys Hal really expensive things. While Hal isn’t really affectionate, he does show Bruce he loves him but helping him with his kids and cuddling up with him.

B-Best Friend

They met during a summer camp that their parents sent them to and became best friends ever since. Hal is the really irresponsible friend and Bruce is the responsible one, constantly trying to make sure Hal doesn’t do anything dumb.

C-Cuddles

Hal is very, very cuddly. He will literally sit on Bruce’s lap any time he wants to cuddle it thinks that Bruce isn’t paying him enough attention. Bruce isn’t much of a cuddle but if he gets a nightmare or something he will cuddle up to Hal. The way they cuddle is Hal lies on top of Bruce and Bruce wraps his arms around him.

D-Domestic

At first, I would say that settling down would be a problem because they both haven’t been in really serious relationships and the times that they were things went really badly for them and ended in heartbreak. They would settle down eventually and really start to embrace married life together. Hal Jordan could have been a housewife of he didn’t love being a test pilot so much. Bruce on the other hand is now forever band from touching the kitchen ever again unless it’s a real emergency.

E-Ending

It would be really quick and easy. They’d just go up to each other and say it head on, both of them not wanting the drama that would follow after.

F-Fiancé

Like a said earlier, they are both very iffy when it comes to commitment but once they get into it, they they’re for life. They would have both proposed to the other. They would want to get married as quickly as possible so they could spend the rest of their lives together.

G-Gentle

Bruce is very, very gentle, because even though he knows Hal is strong he really doesn’t want to hurt him. While Hal is gentle, he will go hard on Bruce if it comes to it.

H-Hugs

Surprisingly, Bruce is the most huggy. He will out of nowhere, go to Hal, pull him in for a tight hug, then let go and walk of as of it never happened.

I-I love you

It’s during an intense fight, emotions are running high and then suddenly Hal grabs Bruce’s face, kisses him and says “I love you” before going out to

J-Jealousy

Bruce is so jealous it’s unbelievable. He will literally scatter a hundred or so hickeys all across Hal. It has led to many awkward questions and moments when people ask Hal how the fuck, he got those bruises. He will also make sure that Hal is wearing some sort of jewellery just to make it that much obvious. Hal’s jealousy is more subtle. When he sees someone trying to hit on Bruce he will literally go up to Bruce and say the most obnoxious things and tell everyone around that group about their sex life in vivid detail. This man has no shame when it comes to Bruce. Sometimes.

K-Kisses

At the beginning they were hard and brutal. After that they became soft and passionate. Now their kisses go from a quick peck that most times dissolves into heated make out sessions to soft kisses that are full of so much love.

L-Little Ones

Hal is amazing with kids, okay. He can make any kid like him and he’s a baby whisperer okay. You think that Barry magically stopped making his children cry? Hell no. Hal is the saving grace when it comes to his friends. With the bat kids it too a long time because they were still uncertain about their dad dating but when they noticed how Bruce acted around Hal it was all hands-on deck. Everyone will say whether placed on truth serum or not that Hal is their favourite parent. Even Damian likes him. Bruce is really awkward with kids but he tries, okay. While he’s not amazing kids like him anyway because they just can’t help but like the awkward guy trying to make them feel better

M-Morning

Hal gets up really early because of his military training. Sometimes he would get up, do some stretches and prepare for the day. Bruce, however, despises morning. Whenever he feels Hal trying to get up he will play the hulk card and lay on top of the man until he surrenders and let’s Bruce sleep more. When sleeping beauty finally gets his sleep they’ll just lay there in silence. Sometimes Hal would start up a really random conversation but other times they just lay there and just bask in the others warmth.

N-Night

Sometimes they might have sex or others they would just cuddle. But they most definitely try and spend as much time as possible with the others and put the others to sleep, even though most of them are grown ass men.

O-Open

Bruce would have been really hard to crack but Hal waited and waited and soon Bruce became really open about his feeling sin the relationship. Hal, whilst he’s a really cool guy on the outside, is very secretive when it comes to it.

P-Patience

Hal is the most patient one out of the two of them whilst Bruce has a serious temper on him.

Q-Quizzes

Bruce has an amazing memory so he’s always remembering little quirks that Hal does. Like how Hal when Hal is concentrating his eye brows scrunch up and whoever he’s really excited about something his nose twitches, etc, etc. Whilst Hal doesn’t have an amazing memory like Bruce, he’s been able to catalogue all his favourite quirks about Bruce.

R-Remember

Hal’s favourite memory in their relationship was probably when Bruce let him have free reign over the bat plane and all of the Wayne Enterprise planes for two weeks. Bruce’s favourite part in their relationship was when Hal went with him to visit his parents grave and Hal told his parents how lucky they were to have him.

S-Security

Bruce tried to out the most advanced security program up for Hal but it didn’t end up working when Barry sped into his apartment and found himself dangling up with one foot in the air. Bruce now protects Hal by making sure the idiot sleeps enough for his job and that he always has food in his apartment. Hal gets Bruce some sort of alien tech and if the person wears it grants them protection until they charge it.

T-Try

Once these two idiots finally realise that the other wasn’t going to leave them they were fucking extra. Bruce, being the rich bastard he is, made sure to go to the most expensive dates ever and flaunted his wealth by giving Hal really pretty jewellery. Hal takes them out on space dates and bothers everyone he knows to get them really nice reservations to really good space bars and restaurants.

U-Ugly

Bruce really doesn’t like the fact that Hal could be super cocky, he finds it at times annoying and immature. Hal doesn’t like the fact that Bruce thinks that he’s better than everyone else.

V-Vanity

Both of these men are insanely good looking and if I’m being honest this relationship just started as frenemies-with-benefits until it became a relationship. I would say unless they were going somewhere really important or special the other wouldn’t really care how the other looked.

W-Whole

Both of these men are unhealthy independent so I doubt they would feel incomplete without the other but they would feel pretty miserable if the other was mad at them or if they were separated.

X-Xtra

I headcanon that Hal is the sunshiny one in the relationship and Bruce is the grumpy one but the moment Bruce or anyone Hal cares about Slade the Merc has become Slade the Pope. Hal does not take kindly to anyone hurting the people he loves and Bruce just loves to stand aside as Hal starts kicking butt and admiring the view

Y-Yuck

Bruce wouldn’t date anyone of they didn’t care about the work and Hal wouldn’t date anyone who insulted the poor.

Z-Zzz

Hal’s sleep is absolutely awful. He would squirm and have a fit but Bruce always calms him down and that’s why Bruce always wakes up somewhat late. They also both try and go to bed as the same time to help the other if the other has a nightmare.

#batman #bruce wayne #Hal Jordan #Green Lantern #Batlantern #Bruhal #These two idiots in love #The batkids

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retvenkos · 5 years ago

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“and i am learning to trust, master.”

OKAY, BUT IMAGINE BEING MACE WINDU’S PADAWAN AND A FRIEND OF OBI-WAN KENOBI...

so you’re a pantoran

which means you have that beautiful blue skin and cool gold eyes and gold markings on your skin

but it also means that you have a fiercely independent streak and your pride is strong

and you always had a fear that maybe you wouldn’t become a jedi because of it

but then, master windu chose you

and you were highkey confused

because master windu was as serious and traditional of a jedi as they come

and wouldn’t someone like master qui-gon jinn suit you better

would he ever be proud of you once he made the commitment?

and so you confided in obi-wan

“you have to trust that the force is working in ways that are best for you, (y/n).”

“but that’s the problem, obi-wan, i don’t trust the force enough! and master windu is going to know that.”

“let’s go practice, then. you can exercise your trust. it always works for me.”

“you just want to beat me again.”

“...perhaps.”

and when mace sees you training with obi-wan, he smiles

you could learn humility from losing to obi-wan

but that independence of yours would have to be dealt with...

and you soon realize that master windu’s style of teaching is... hard

you train in impossible situations so that when you meet the hard possibilities, they seem simple

but it was hard, failing every day

and at first, you don’t let your master know that it gets to you because your pride in your abilities was too great.

but it was also your pride that made your struggles feel most like the end of the galaxy.

it was hard to do the impossible day

after day

and it was hard to fail

and fail

and fail again

until one day you couldn’t take the f r u s t r a t i o n of it all

“why are we doing this, master?”

“as a jedi, it is important--”

“i know that. why are you making it impossible?”

“if you would trust the force, it would not be impossible.”

“but that’s exactly it, master! i don’t trust the force! and at this point i think i won’t ever be able to be a jedi.”

and there is silence

“as a padawan, i had a deep devotion to the force. so much so that i was not able to trust those who did not have the same feelings as i did. i trusted too much in the force. you do not trust enough in it’s power. as master and padawan, it is our job to learn to trust the force, but still rely on ourselves - harmony and balance in the force.”

and you look down for a long time.

“okay.”

and then, you and your master went to forge your own lightsaber

and you had heard the stories about master windu’s legendary, purple l i g h t s a b e r

but part of you thought it was a myth

obi-wan had always been one to tell jokes or tell stories that were only ever half true

and then you see it, in all it’s purple glory

and you are determined to have a different colored lightsaber too

but how could you be determined to do something that isn’t up to you?

you just had to trust, didn’t you?

so you meditated with master windu

and was he a little amused at what you were hoping for? yes. but it was the first steps to you trusting, wasn’t it?

and when you get your lightsaber, it is a radiant orange

and you are so p r o u d

now, mace windu and qui-gon jinn are less than friends, but both agree that you and obi-wan work well together

you are an independent thinker but have been taught a traditionalist style, and this is the exact opposite of obi-wan

he is a traditional thinker but has been trained by qui-gon who is a complete maverick in his style

and it’s true, obi-wan is better at sparring than you

but then you master jar’kai

and obi-wan is caught off guard the first time you use them that you are able to best him in combat

it was a fluke, tho, because now he has trained, he will continue to win against you

and, later, when obi-wan fights people like asajj ventress or general grievous, you joke that he can thank you for having taught him all those years ago

and you know that you find out about obi-wan and satine

and you tease him about it, but you also know the gravity that his feelings hold

the two of you have talks about the code

“if you are to leave the jedi order, obi-wan, i support you.”

“i know.”

and when qui-gon dies, you hold obi-wan

he’s grown up so much, but this pushes him into the place of jedi master and he doesn’t want to admit it, but he doesn’t think he is ready

“you have to trust that the force is working in ways that are best for you, obi-wan.”

and he chuckles sadly

“when did you become the teacher?”

“...soon. master windu says i have finished my training.”

“what masters have we become?”

“good ones, i hope.”

and you still see your old master in the jedi council

and you still meditate with him when you need guidance

and you still spar with obi-wan when you are teaching a padawan of your own

and you still have those feelings, every once in a while, but you know how to cradle them and move forward

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

#star wars #star wars prequels #mace windu #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #x reader #reader insert #imagine #headcanons #would include #platonic!reader #platonic #macewinduheadcanons #obiwankenobiheadcanons

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lyz-fics · 5 years ago

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Tomura Shigaraki X FEM! Reader: SFW Alphabet

Hey Guys! Lyz Here!

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A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about you?)

· How much you care for him even though you know what he has done.

· You don’t care at all about his past, you care about who he is now.

B = Baby (do they want a family with you?)

· He would love to but he is so scared to touch you.

· He wouldn’t want to relive his childhood again and he wouldn’t want you or his children to go through what he went through.

C = Cuddles (how do they like to cuddle or be cuddled?)

· He doesn’t like cuddles unless he is sure there is no way he can hurt you.

· If he is all safe and secure he likes to sit up against the headboard of the bed where you can either cuddle up to his chest and move with his breathing or you can rest your head in his lap.

D = Dates (where do you often go for a date?)

· You try to go out often together, whether it be going for a quick walk or going out to get something somewhere for the league.

· But he does try and make it special every now and then by taking you out someplace where you can sit in private with him and have lunch.

E = Everything (you are my everything)

· You are the only thing good left in his life that he hasn’t destroyed yet.

· You mean the world to him.

F = Feelings (how did they know they liked you?)

· He didn’t really even notice you at the start, but the more you came over, he noticed all the little things that you were doing for him.

· He noticed these things more and more and finally he told you that he knew what you were doing. He told you that after what he has done he didn’t deserve this type of kindness, but you said that you didn’t care about his past.

G = Gentle (are they gentle with you?)

· Extremely.

· With his quirk he has to be gentle with you; if he so much as made even one mistake he wouldn’t know how he would live with himself.

H = Hands (are they into holding hands?)

· Not really. He can’t afford to make a mistake with you.

· He does, however, let you wrap your arms around his upper arm and he lets you walk close to him.

I = Impression (what was their first impression of you?)

· He didn’t really care for you, to him you were just another tool for the league, but as you showed him the more compassionate side of yourself he got attached to you.

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous?)

· He does get jealous but he tends to keep it inside more often that tell you about it, so people often end up burnt before you even know how to tell him you are only interested in him.

K = Kiss (how do they kiss you?)

· Most of the time it is soft kisses to steal the gloss right off of your lips. He likes the taste of it as well as the feel of it on his lips.

· When you are in need of it he can kiss you rough, and ever since you have started making out with Tomura you have noticed that his lips are slowly getting less chapped.

L = Love (who said it first?)

· You said it first to him.

· You told him that despite his past, and despite his power, and despite anything that might happen in the future, you love him now, forever, and past that day when forever has come.

M = Memory (what’s their favorite memory with you?)

· His favorite memory by far is when you told him that you loved him.

· He was blushing when you said that and he had no control over it.

N = Nurture (do they spoil and look after you?)

· He tries to look after you to the best of his abilities but it does get rather hard for Tomura.

O = Outfit (do they like it when you get dressed up for them?)

· This crusty son of a bitch would probably spend a whole week in the same clothes.

· Why would you think what you wear would matter to him?

P = Pet Names (what do they call you?)

· He is not really one to go for the pet names per se, but he does make an effort to get used to them for you. He mostly likes to call you Precious.

Q = Queen (who’s superior?)

· Being the boss of the league you would think that he is the leader in this relationship but really…

· He loves you too much so really you are the queen of this relationship.

R = Rainy Day (what do you two like to do on a rainy day?)

· Whenever it is raining you two like to stay inside and enjoy yourselves.

· Tomura really likes the sound of the rain when it hits the windows, so you can often find him sitting on the floor of your room by your window so he can listen to the rain and try and calm himself down.

S = Sad (how do they cheer you up?)

· He has come to know that whenever you are sad all you really need is to be held.

· He has hated it but he’s learned to not be afraid of touching you every now and again; he would hate to lose you… but right now you need him, and that’s all that matters.

T = Talking (what do they like to talk about?)

· Knowing that he hasn’t had the best childhood, you two often get caught up in what you wished your childhoods had been like.

· Talking about how you could have gone to so many places and done so many different things there, and how you still wanted to do those things even though you were all grown up now, because you felt like you missed out on them as a child.

U = Useful (are they helpful around the house/apartment?)

· He tries to be, he does. He has learned that he has to make sure that not all of his fingers are touching something over the years but he gets so relaxed with you that sometimes it isn’t uncommon that you need to sweep the floors again every now and then.

V = Verbs (how do they describe you to everyone else?)

· You are the one thing in this world that he doesn’t want to destroy.

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

· This bitch accidentally turned the ring to dust when he was practicing in the mirror.

· Shamefully, he tells you what happened and you accept his proposal with tears of laughter and joy.

X = Xylophone (do they play any instruments ?)

· With that quirk?

· No.

Y = Yours (do they get protective over you?)

· Yes, and there is no doubt about it.

· He has a rather hard time controlling his emotions but that also comes with a hard time hiding his emotions, so you can often tell when he is getting annoyed or jealous.

Z = Zoo (are they a fan of pets?)

· Yeah… it’s a strong pass on that one.

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sidmillervp · 4 years ago

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Introducing Sid Miller !

T H E B A S I C S

NAME : Siddharth Miller

NICKNAME : Sid

AGE : 38 Years Old

BIRTHDATE : November 30th, 1981

OCCUPATION : Owner of Scorpion Studios & Street Fighter

OREIENTATION : Heterosexual

MOTHER : Ingrid Miller

FATHER : Owen Miller

SIBLINGS : Two Sisters

PARTNER : None

CHILDREN : A daughter (21)

HEIGHT : 6′2″

EYE COLOR : Dark Brown

HAIR COLOR : Darkest Brown

RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES : Stubble or a slight beard at all times,

TATTOOS : TBA

B A C K G R O U N D

TW : PROSTITUTION, DRUG ADDICTION, CHILD NEGLECT

Born in San Bernardino, a string of misfortunes followed Siddharth in his early years of life. His mother was a prostitute and druggie, ‘owned’ by a a pimp whom she was paying off her drug debt to though really only falling deeper into the hole as he encouraged and facilitated her addiction more. Sid was born a few weeks early and not exactly the healthiest considering his mother took a fix over a proper meal for herself and her growing baby more often than not throughout the pregnancy. The years as an infant he has no memories of he can’t speak for but his earliest childhood memory was waking to find his mother hurt and fast asleep, not waking up no matter how loudly he wailed. Sid had been just four years old when his mother was beaten to death by some faceless john.

The other women his mother ‘worked’ with tried looking after him rather than leaving him on the streets. This was only because the pimp they worked for had other plans for him. By the time Sid was maybe six or seven he’d already more grown up than most kids have to be, he already had to worry about how he was going to eat any given day, how he was going to avoid a beating, and just how to survive another day. It made him smart and quick on his feet. One of his regular gigs was pick pocketing, and passing on information about the happenings of the area his ‘boss’ had him at. That day when he’d met his would be father, was the first time he’d gotten caught while trying to slip a sizable bundle of cash from a harley side saddle. When faced with the hulking man, the VP of the Devil’s Disciples, cut and all, Sid stood his ground. He showed no fear, and even attempted to stab the man in the femur to make his escape.

Owen Miller was impressed by his show of force, and bravado. He asked if he was living in the streets, and after some resistance he admitted that was close enough to the truth. He hung around them through the duration of their stay in the area. Come time to return home, Owen asked him if he wanted to come with, with the promise of a less shittier life in Charming. With nothing to lose and harbouring growing respect for him and the other bikers with the way they carried themselves it was an easy answer. And that is how Sid landed up in Charming all those years ago. Owen with no kids of his own at the time though newly married, officially adopted him a year later. Sid can’t imagine his life going any better, he’s never once regretted his decision to go with him.

Having pretty much worshipped his father from day one, the club was always Sid’s biggest aspiration, so much so that he chose to give up other opportunities for it. Always a brawler, Sid took up wrestling in high school and did really well in it, so much so that his coach began giving him MMA lessons on the side, in hopes to prepare him for the pros. His senior year he was already eighteen as he’d been held back a year when he was younger since he’d missed kindergarten and first grade. That year along with wrestling championships, and beginning to prospect for the club, his coach was having him get a feel for the minor leagues. Managing all three of those with some semblance of a social life he was run ragged. He’d be done with wrestling once he graduated highschool, but he knew things would only get more intense if he stayed the course for fighting pros, he might even have to leave Charming for extended periods of time. The choice wasn’t hard. He chose the club, his family, and his town over a shot at the pros.

His dedication and loyalty to the Devil’s has taken precedent over nearly everything else in his life, he likes to say he’s married to his cut when asked why he never took the plunge. Outside commitments were never really his strong suit, the one time things did get a little serious he ended up breaking things off when she nearly got in the line of fire, he chose to run from the possibility of ever carrying such a guilt on his conscious and made sure to keep things simple from then on. The shorter the romp the better. He has his flaws but doesn’t have a bad heart and has never tried to intentionally hurt someone, or make false promises he knows he has no intention of keeping.

A bit of a crazy bastard, Sid is pretty reckless with his own safety at times, always the first to put himself on the line of fire, out of love but also the thrill he gets out of the chaos. He wouldn’t think twice before taking a bullet for any of the guys in the club or anyone in town for that matter, he has plenty of love for the small town and it’s people. His overall laidback demeanor makes him pretty accessible, and people never hesitate to come to him if they ever have a problem big or small. In his late twenties he took over ownership of the Tattoo parlor in town, though no one should ever trust him with a needle in hand. He has little to no artistic talent and gladly leaves the day to day run of the shop on his crew. The investment just made sense to him at the time and he learned quickly he has a knack for the business management side of things. At one point he got so into his role that he even took a certification course at the community college for it.

Now and again you’ll still see him in a ring, far from the pros but still a force to be reckoned with. Overall he’s pretty chill guy, with a wicked sense of humor, maybe a little too comfortable with violence and throwing himself into any fight without a thought for his own wellness. Though still a decent man with morals, and deep love for his family and community.

W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S

Close Friends - People outside the club he’s tight with.

Sponsored Prospect - Could be someone whose currently prospecting or has already been patched in as a member. He would see this person as almost a protégé!

First Love - The relationship I briefly mentioned in the bio, the first person things were getting a little serious with until she almost got hurt cause of some club business. He ended things right away citing it could never work out and she’d be better off, and that was that. It’s probably been at least 6-10 years since that relationship ended.

FWBs - Casual, friendly, and most importantly mutually satisfying. Only rule to keep things going is not to catch feels.

Past Flings - Some scorned lovers maybe? Or amicable, and anything in between it can be as dramatic or chill as you want!

Literally anything, just hmu and we can work something out!

@charmingintro

#charming.intro #❛ ･ﾟ× ( development › sɪᴅ )

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bakuboii-i · 5 years ago

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💥Te quiero - Bakugo x reader💥

Plot: Spanish speaking girl speaks words that Bakugo doesn’t understand and infuriates him until he gets her to tell him what she said.

Tw: F L U F F

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Of course I’m the new, weird transfer student from America—New Mexico specifically. Why am I here you might ask? I’ll tell you. My parents are pro-hero’s from America, simply put, Japan needed more pros with the rise of villains so my family came here. Now here I am. Sitting in a class of U.A surrounded my strangers.

I sat at an empty desk, one of my palms with my chin in it, my other hands fingers occupied by a twirling pencil, “Esto apesta. (This sucks.)” A long sigh left my lips, I then noticed that I seemed to have blowed the boys hair who sat in front of me.

He quickly turned around and scowled at me, “Who the hell are you?” I took a few seconds to process what he said—You see, I’m only slightly fluent in Japanese. It’s a work in progress—. I scratched my nose before replying, “I’m (f/n) (l/n). I’m from New Mexico.” The boys eyebrow twitched before he bolted up from his chair, causing it to make a disgusting noise. “I’m Katsuki Bakugo. But listen here you shit.”—his hand slammed into my desk, making mini explosions under his palm—“don’t even try to think you’re better than me. Because you’re not. Nobody is. Got that?”

I stared at his crimson eyes before busting out in laughter, making me drop my pencil and cover my mouth with one hand and hold my stomach with the other. I could FEEL the heat radiating off the boy. I looked back up at him through tears, “Qué lindo eres! (You’re so cute!)” his eyebrow twitched as I spoke.

“What the hell are you saying?! Huh?!” The boy fumed, twitching his hands, I was coming down from my laughing high as a boy with glasses and funny eyebrows walked up. “I do believe she just called you... cute.” He looked down at me.

“¿Saben español? (Do you know Spanish?)” I tilted my head, hopeful to have a conversation I’m comfortable with.

The boy lifted up his glasses with a tense, straight arm, “Un poco. mi nombre es Tenya Iida. (A little bit. My name is Tenya Iida.)” He bowed to me.

I smiled. “Mi nombre es (f/n) (l/n). Mucho gusto! (My name is (f/n) (l/n). Pleased to meet you!)” I gave a warm smile as the stiff boy gave me a wave and walked off to his seat. I giggled as my gaze returned to the ash headed boy whose face was now flushed red.

“Why the hell did you call me cute?” He quickly sat down, lowering his tone. I laid my elbows on the desk and interlocked my fingers, resting my chin on them for comfort before smirking at him. “Because you are. You think you’re so strong.” His eye twitched at me.

“I don’t THINK I am. I KNOW.” All I could do is nod and laugh.

-A few weeks later-

It’s a Friday and I’m cooped at home, bored out of my mind. I decided to head out for a bit, maybe see if Uraraka could hang out with me. I threw on my (f/c) hoodie and some distressed jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror before throwing my (h/c) hair into a high pony. It made me look C U T E. I stood up and admired myself for a few seconds before grabbing my phone and heading downstairs.

“Hola mamá! ¡Me voy un rato! (Hey mom! I’m heading out for a bit!)” I sat on our stairs, throwing on my shoes. “¡Bien! estar a salvo! (Alright! Be safe!)” I nodded to my mother as I ran out the door, closing it behind me. I pulled out my phone and messaged Uraraka.

“hey Uraraka. can you hang out today?” :Me

I walked along the sidewalk, staring at my phone for a reply.

Uraraka: “No. Not today. I’m sorry (l/n)!”

I sighed at my phone before typing a reply.

“its alright. no sweat :)” :Me

I walked quietly along the road, looking at my surroundings. School has me so busy, I haven’t been able to really look around. I thought to myself. I saw an arcade and decided to look around. Once inside there were lights everywhere, along with a spikey red-headed boy. I gasped and ran to him. “KIRISHIMA?!” He quickly turned towards me before giving a big toothy smile. “Y/n?! Wow crazy seeing you here!” I quickly wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He laughed and patted my back before letting go.

“What are you doing here anyway? I didn’t peg you as the type to play arcade games.” I huffed at Kirishima’s sentence before pouting and shoving my nose into the air, crossing my arms. “I’ll have you know I’m awesome at arcade games.”

He chuckled before patting my shoulder. “Sure. Sure. Sorry for offending you.”

I started to laugh with him before I heard a familiar grunt followed by an angry voice, “Why is that loser here Kirishima?” I turned to see Bakugo as I felt my cheeks flush, I quickly looked at Kirishima who smirked at me. I had a small crush on the spikey blonde. Despite his constant attitude, I’ve grown to see his real self.

I walked up and gave the angery boy a hug, “Nice to see you too, Bakugo~” I buried my face into his chest, as if his warmth were keeping me alive. I hugged him often but he had never hugged back. I felt him huff.

“What the hell ever. Get off of me (y/n).” I looked up at him with a pout, “but Bakugo~ Te quiero tanto~” I felt my cheeks flush at my sudden confession, though he wouldn’t have known. I quickly turned my head to Kirishima who was staring with wide eyes.

“What? What the fuck did she say shitty hair?” Bakugo spoke up, pushing me off of him. I quickly shook my head at Kirishima. The red headed boy put his hands up in defense, “I dunno man. Ask her. I’m uh... gonna go. See you guys Monday!” And with that he ran out, leaving me and Bakugo alone.

“What the hell? What did you say dammit?!” Bakugo quickly turned to me, his hands clenched in anger with some irk marks forming on his forehead. I felt my face turn red before putting my face in my hands. “It was an accident...”

I could feel him radiating heat. “I don’t care if it was or wasn’t. What did you say?.” He took a step closer to me. I peaked at him through my fingers before shaking my head quickly. He took another step and now was very close, I could feel his breath on the back of my hands. “Tell me (y/n.).”

My breath hitched at the proximity. I quickly looked at my surroundings before pointing to a game. “B-beat me at that and I’ll tell you...” Honestly, I don’t know what I pointed to or how to play. I just wanted out of the situation.

“You want to try to take me on at Taiko no Tatsujin? Seriously? Prepare to get your ass kicked.” He walked to the arcade machine before putting coins in. We both stood at our respective drum. I watched as he grabbed the drum sticks and held them in his hands.

I grabbed my own and noticed I was shaking. I was stupid anxious. Maybe because I was a dumbass and let a confession slip? Or because I chose a game I didn’t know or how to play? Either way. I hated it.

Bakugo and I started playing the game after reading the instructions. I wasn’t hard until we sped up. Bakugo and I were doing well until my hand cramped and I missed a point, instantly making me lose. Bakugo threw his arms up—and drum sticks—in triumph. “HA! I WON!” He turned to me, holding a stick to my face. “Now. Tell me what you said.”

I felt my face flush again. “U-um...” I quickly put the drum sticks back in the holder that they were in before I poked my fingers together. Bakugo growled in annoyance before walking to me and putting his hand on the drum behind me, causing me to lean back slightly to avoid being face-to-face with him. “That I um...” My face was burning red. I knew it and he took notice too, because it caused him to raise an eyebrow. “You what (y/n)? Spit it out already!” He snapped, getting closer to my face. I finally exploded under pressure.

“That I love you! That’s what I said! Okay?! I didn’t mean to and I know you don’t feel the same! It’s irrelevant.” I looked away with tears poking the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision. It was silent for a few moments, I could see in my peripheral that he was shocked, this caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and wish to disappear.

I felt calloused and rough hands grab my chin and turn it towards his face, causing me to open my eyes. I was met with Bakugo’s gaze, filled with something I’ve never seen before. “I don’t know if I could say I love you.”—my heart sank—“but. I like you. A lot. And if there’s someone I could love... I’d... um... want it to be you.” Bakugo’s normal anger was gone and he was blushing. BLUSHING.

A smile lit up on my face, “Really?” He gave me a soft smile, “Really.” I giggled and hugged him, still not expecting anything back. I jumped slightly at his strong arms wrapping around me. I moved my arms and wrapped them around his neck, “Te quiero tanto... Bakugo...” He stared at me for a moment, before placing his hand on my jaw. “Shut the fuck up.” And with that, he silenced me with a kiss.

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((I’m so sorry this sucks ahhh))

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