#mhm suuuuuure

[functioning-minne-holic]

omg you should check out @moonlightretriever, y'all are in the same state

I know you wouldn't know it, because you're definitely not him, but I've been following him for a few months.

[caregiverlad]

mhm!!!!! am big boy an big boys dont take naps!!!! not gonna need one nyways cuz m so supr dupr wide awake!!! m not sleepy at all!!!

-🏳️‍⚧️

of course of course! suuuuuure. oh! by the way just know that me and mouse are going to the aquarium so at about 2(EST) we will be unavailable or slow answers. (me at least). i also have class beforehand so just be aware im not gonna be super active today!

[justaduckarts]

-busily scribbling down all the tips to woo Lunar-

NOTHING TO SEE HERE!

Mhm, suuuuuure

[seasonal-writes]

HELLO GET ASKED :D

🎀 compliment that writing >:)

And also

🎙 for absolutely no reason whatsoever

HI THEO HI BUDDY hiiii-

🎀 Give yourself a compliment about your own writing ohh... curse you (affectionate) umm. i like that i try to channel my poetic language into my prose/fiction. like, you sir would know PERSONALLY my obsession with pretty words and poetic phrases, imagery, etc. and that just. i include it a lot in my writing. and usually it's sorta successful, at leas to my standard,, ESPECIALLY when i'm using it in emotional imagery/general descriptions. so. i like that i try to include that. :) 🎙which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of? "for absolutely no reason whatsoever" no reason, huh? mhm yeah yup sure i totally believe you, 100%. suuuuuure. anyway! it's probably no surprise that i'd LOVE to have literally any part of Golden Rings pod-fic'd. that fic is LITERALLY my baby and as much as i love the other ones i've written, i feel like that one is just...where i've put most of my effort in. so. would be pretty cool i think. thanks for the ask, buddy <3

[incredible-snow-spider]

I am not lying. I have no reason to.*Has she said that beads of sweat go down her head.*

"Mhm mhm suuuuuure you're not! You know I don't think I've ever complimented on what nice teeth you have! You must take really great care of them, wouldn't want any buck teeth now would we?"

[jiabeewrites]

Back to the futu- er, present

TW: Valentino trying to take advantage (not sexually) of Jess. 

(Flashback over)

"-ello? Can you hear me, doll?" Jess shook herself out of a stupor.

"Oh, sorry, just lost in thought." Valentino smiled reassuringly.

"I never got your name." Jess looked up at him. 

"Jessi Quinn." If she really was in hell, then no way in heck was she gonna give him her full name.

"Jessi, huh. Cute name. Hey, listen," he said, looking at a large clock tower in the distance. It had the words "Next Cleanse" on it, and the numbers underneath it were 001. "We need to get out of here. The exterminators are gonna come soon, and you don't wanna be outside when it happens. Why don't you come to my place, and you can wait the extermination out." 

He didn't sound the most genuine. But even if he wasn't the most trustworthy, this "extermination" thing sounded bad. And she didn't think hell had hotels. (A/N: suuuuuure they don't)

"Okay, I'll stay until it's over. I have a question, though." She thought a moment. "A lot of questions, actually." Valentino chuckled. 

"Sure, Jessi. I'll teach you about hell and how it works."

"Okay, so if I understand correctly, I'm in Pentagram City, one of the more... sane parts of hell."

"Yep."

"I'm here because I did something bad in my past life. Pretty sure it was killing people, but whatever."

"...Yes"

"You are something called an overlord."

"Yes."

"And I'm some sort of demon, which to me isn't really obvious, because my poor excuse of a father made me dress like this pretty often. Well, except for the purple."

It was true. Instead of her Joker-green eyes (courtesy of the poison that ran through her veins), they were...purple? Her hair was no longer green, but black with purple streaks running through it. She was a foot taller, and her skin was white. Running across her left wrist, hand, and fingers was a tattoo of a vine. The vine was -surprise- poison ivy, with red and black flowers dancing around her fingers. Looking closer, the petals were made out of diamonds. 

If hell's job was to bring out your inner self, she supposed it did a good job of it.

"Yes, your demon form is supposed to look different than your human one, but I suppose if your father made you like that then... Nevermind." Valentino looked over towards the curtains. He walked over and pulled them open. 

Outside there were fireworks. 

"You have fireworks in hell?" Jess asked.

"The princess sends them out every time the extermination ends."

"Oh, good. I really don't wanna overstay, so I'll just be leav-" Valentino cut her off with a dark chuckle.

"Oh nonononono, sweetheart. You're not getting away that quickly. I did you a favor, now you... are in debt. I saved your life, after all," he said sinisterly. Jess sighed.

"Look, from what I've assessed from the past 40-something hours, you own a porn studio. So that probably means that you want me to work for you, which really won't slide. I'm asexual, so I think I can repay the debt doing something else. I was a villain in my former life, after all," she said. She really didn't want to repay Valentino's favor by working for him... in the sex industry. 

Valentino merely rolled his eyes.

"Sweetheart, we were all villains. That's why we're down here." Jess smirked.

(A/N: for the sake of the story, Valentino died when Batman was just starting to gain fame. HE KNOWS WHO BATMAN IS JUST DEAL)

"Val, d'ya know who Batman is?" She asked.

"You mean the guy from Gotham who fights psycho clowns? Yeah, I've heard of him," Valentino responded.

"Joker's my father. Yaknow, the psycho clown? I went by Jester on earth." He raised an eyebrow.

"So you were literally a villain. Huh."

"Mhm, and maybe instead of being a rentable fucktoy, I can kill people for you. My debt repaid in blood." It was a tad dramatic, but it was the one thing she'd picked up from her father. 

Valentino grinned.

"You're fiesty, I'll give you that. I think I'll take that offer, Miss Quinn," he said. "You'll be my personal assassin. Do we have a deal?" He held out his hand as red light poured into the room.

"Yeahhhhhhh no. Mutual agreement sounds better." He glared.

"Take the deal or you work for the studio." She paled (if that was possible, I mean she has WHITE SKIN). 

"Okay, okay, deal!" She shook his hand. He grinned. 

"Excellent. I'd like you to meet an... employee of mine. His name is Angel Dust."

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A/N: YASS SHES FINALLY GONNA MEET ANGEL AGHDLSFJKLSDJFLKSJ

I feel like a lot of my chapters are rushed, but honestly this is just for fun so-

Sorry if Valentino is OOC, I don't really know how to write him!

I did change her backstory from the OC Lore backstory, and don't worry about the deal. She's eventually gonna "befriend" Valentino, but like in a good way. No controlling her. More like a frenemy kind of relationship. 

That's how she'll [REMOVED FOR SPOILER REASONS]

So anyway, please enjoy the chapter!

Looking absolutely ✨ fabulous✨ today!

-Jia

[pinkcori]

100% deffo not stalking your account but - YOURE A TAMAKI SUOH OBSESSED TRASH LIKE ME JSJJSAJ I LOVE MY FRENCH JAPANESE PRINCE

mhm suuuuuure XD 

YEAH I AM. Ouran high school host club was one of the first manga I read and I absolutely love itttt. Tamaki is an absolute darling and it makes me sad that the anime was never continued... 

(Also fuck that season one ending... yes I’m a snob but I’ve seen the real ending and im heckin biased) 

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

@firey-alex you requested and they were roommates or there was only one bed and my brain threw those together in a blender so

janus roman and remus are all friends in high school

janus and roman both apply, get accepted, and decide to go to the same college without realizing it

so when they do figure it out then they’re like “neat we should share a room”

(remus coughs what suspiciously sounds like “gay” at them)

everything’s chill until they start moving in

then... well.

“there’s only one bed” janus tells roman

“are you kidding me?” roman asks

he is not

they’re like ??? what tomfoolery is this?? and call campus whatever-would-deal-with-this-situation

“are you kidding me?” asks the lady on the phone

they are not

they phone around a little until eventually campus is able to tell them what boils down to “hm. that’s weird. we’ll look into that, and you’ll definitely be getting the second bed in your room eventually”

eventually doesn’t come before night does, though, and the problem of Where Do We Both Sleep comes up

“we could probably fit on it together,” roman suggests, tilting his head sideways and squinting. “it looks like it could fit both of us. if you’re comfortable with that, that is!! i can just take the floor or something”

“you’re not taking the floor,” janus insists. “we can just both use the bed, it’s fine”

both of them are Definitely Not Blushing about sleeping next to each other

and then when they actually get in bed and roman may or may not need to get his vision checked bc it’s a twin xl and it does technically fit them? but they’re practically cuddling

they’re Definitely Not Blushing then either

as time goes on they go from Definitely Not Blushing to actually not blushing (at least in regards to the bed thing)

by the time the campus finally gets them their second bed a few months later then they’re so used to it that they just,,, keep sharing a bed

they vibe until winter holidays when remus comes to visit, sees that only one bed has been slept in, and then is like “ohohoho finally confessed huh? ;) ;) ;)”

roman and janus explain the situation and remus is like “suuuuuure” and that’s all on that conversation

except

later, once remus is gone, roman realizes “heeeeeey, why’d he ask both of us about confessing?” and asks janus about it

janus is like “i haven’t the faintest idea”

roman: mhm :| okay what’s up

janus tells him about his crush on him and roman’s like “ohhh okay” and leaves

ten minutes later he bursts back in “YOU LIKE ME??”

janus: ?? yes??

roman: I like you too!!!

janus: :000 same hat!

roman: same hat!!

and so then they get together

[spookysanta]

“It’s a vibe.” (g.d.) ⚡️+

Summary: she hates him... or does she? He hates her, too... doesn’t he? Then why are they fucking?

Pairing: Grayson Dolan x Reader

WARNINGS: asshole!grayson, smut, daddy kink, swears, oral (f receiving), bad writing, etc.

UNEDITED

this has been sitting in my drafts since september of 2018. so... yeah.

based on their HOUSE TOUR video from may 15, 2018.

(i half-assed the ending sorry)

***

“I didn’t know you guys moved.” I say, following behind Ethan into the booming frat-style party the boys hosted at their new home.

“Yeah, we moved here about a month ago. We really needed to get out of the space we were in.” He escorted me into the kitchen where people were making drinks. “Do you want anything, (Y/N)?”

“Um...” I pondered, wondering if I really wanted to be out drinking tonight. “Nah. I’m good.”

“Alright then.” He clapped another boy on the shoulder and he turned around, giving me a bright smile that I didn’t return. “(Y/N), you remember my brother, Grayson.”

“Good to see you again, (Y/N).” Grayson’s annoying ass spoke huskily to me above the noise of Post Malone’s new album.

“Charmed.” I spat quietly.

Ethan eyes widened at my unenthusiastic tone toward his twin, then concocting a stupid idea. “Y’know what? This song’s stupid. I’m gonna go change it. Gray, you should give (Y/N) the tour!” He exclaimed, shuffling away from us and out of the kitchen before I could protest.

He leaned against the counter and sipped his drink. “C’mon.” He mumbled, walking in front of me and assuming I would follow him like a lost puppy.

Which I did, but definitely not because I wanted to. I wanted to see the house and apparently he was the only one that knew his way around here.

“So, uh, this is the living room, obviously.” He pointed out as we walked through. He opened a door, to—I’m assuming— the backyard. “That’s the backyard and pool.”

I nodded boredly.

We walked back inside and he escorted me to the bedrooms. He stopped at one, going into one of the closets and grabbing something. I flopped onto the bed and sighed at how instantly comfortable I was.

“You like my bed, huh?” He smirked.

I quickly sat up. “I thought this was Ethan’s room.”

“And why, possibly, would you think that?” He crossed his arms as he watched me sit awkwardly.

“B-Because you never give someone a tour of your house and show them your room first, idiot.”

He chuckled, sitting abnormally close to me on his bed. “Let me ask you something.”

“What?”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t.” I mumbled. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t like you.”

“Why?”

Should I tell him that I’ve had a crush on him for almost 3 years? Should I tell him that every time I try to inch closer to him, he openly rejects me?

“I—“ I sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“Is it?” He asked irritatingly.

“Yeah. It is.” I flopped back onto the mattress.

He craned his neck in my direction and I could feel his gaze on my body, a surge of heat passing through the length of my sundress.

“Is there something you’re looking for as you stare at my tits through my dress?”

“Nah.” He licked his lips, “You just look really good. Never thought I’d see you in my bedroom.”

“Ugh.” I scoffed. “Pig.”

He hummed and laid back on the bed next to me. “Y’know, I’m not as awful as you think I am.”

“Doubt it.”

He was quiet for a moment. And if I wasn’t careful (and didn’t hate him for the moment), I’d fall asleep here. In his comfy bed, with his fluffy sheets. I sighed contentedly.

“You like my room?” He asked.

The moment was fun while it lasted.

“Yeah.. I guess.”

“Yeah.. it’s a total vibe. Wanna see somethin’ cool?”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure.” What could be so snazzy about a room? It’s a bedroom for goodness sake.

He got up and walked over to his desk that faced the wall, grabbing a remote and pressing a button. Immediately, lights in the room went from a normal light, to a deep, sinful red. “Cool, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty cool.” I mumbled. “What’s this for?”

“Sex, mainly.” He shrugged with a nonchalant tone in his voice. “Besides that, it gives a really gentle ambiance.”

“Ambiance? You know what that word means?” I snickered.

“If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t use it.” He grumbled. “Quite honestly, I don’t like your tone.”

“Who are you?” I laughed. “My mother? I can talk to you how I want.”

His huge frame was towered over my laying body in an instant, his chocolate brown eyes directly opposite to mine. His large hands were planted firmly on either side of my head, making his biceps flex in his almost too-small tee with the sleeves cut off. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Hm...” he hummed. “I bet I could change your mind about that.”

“Suuuuuure you could.”

His head leaned down, his coffee colored hair flopping down onto my forehead as his lips touched the shell of my right ear. “I promise you I could.” He spoke huskily. “And I know you want me to.”

“In what way?”

“In every way.” He leaned down and kissed my jaw. “I bet by the end of tonight, you’ll be begging for me.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Let’s test that theory.”

“Fine. What’s your challenge?”

“I’m gonna touch you, and you can’t cum unless you beg for it.”

“Challenge accepted— not that you could make me cum anyway.”

“Oh, sweetheart; you’re gonna be in for a rude awakening then.” His lips brushed mine before he gently pressed them to mine, not hesitating for a moment to invade my mouth with his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck and entangling my fingers in his hair, gripping it and pulling.

He groaned loudly and pulled away. “Take off your dress.” He grunted.

“I would be able to if you weren’t straddling me, piss ant.” I pushed his biceps back, using that as my way of telling him to get the hell off me. I slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders, then wiggled lazily on the bed out of the top of my dress, and tossing it over my shoulder.

“Are you done yet?” He asked, masking his want with feigned boredom.

“Shut up and kiss me.” His lips pressed to mine again, this time more hungry and needy than the last. His right forearm wrapped around my lower back and his left cradled my neck as he flipped us over so I was on top straddling him.

I ground my hips into his hard-on, his big hands palming my asscheeks and his lips detaching from mine and putting themselves on my neck and chest. “Damn, girl.” He groaned.

“What?” I panted, only kinda paying attention to the fact that we were engaging in conversation while I was trying to get off on his pink shorts.

“Your ass is so fuckin’ big.”

I stopped grinding and smiled, taking his stubbly cheeks in my hands. “That’s what happens when you’re with a black girl, baby.” I pecked his lips. “Get a black girl with a fat ass and she’ll rock your world.”

“I’ll be holding you to that then, won’t I?”

“Mhm.” I nodded, a moan escaping my throat.

His fingers reached for my bra and unclasped it, peeling it off my skin and gripping my tits. “Fuck.” He latched his mouth around my nipple, sucking and biting at it before removing his mouth with a “pop” and putting it on the other one.

“Mm, fuck.” I mumbled, my back arching.

“Lay back on the bed.” He commanded, kissing the valley of my two breasts and moving forward so I would lay flat on my back. He sinfully kissed down the length of my torso before reaching my panty line and staring at the lace.

“What’s taking you so long?” I groaned.

“I’m debating on if I want to be nice and take them off, or be a dick and rip them to shreds.”

“Whatever you do, make it snappy.”

He hummed quietly, taking the hem of my panties and effortlessly ripping them in two. He spread my legs and kissed my clit once. Then he took my legs and put each leg over each shoulder. “So now comes the first test.”

“I’ll obviously pass said test.”

He hummed again, kissing the inside of my thighs and starting to kiss and lap at my folds.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, already feeling the knot bubbling up inside me. I fisted his stupidly perfect hair.

He moaned against my clit, making me shudder. He took his middle and ring fingers and plunged them deep into me, pumping at a merciless speed and reattaching his lips to my clit and sucking harshly.

“Oh my gosh, please don’t stop.” I cried out.

He added his index finger and, as if it were possible, continued ramming his fingers into me until they were at his knuckles. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Gonna break for me, baby?” He grunted, his eyes hooded as he watched me. “I know you wanna cum for me.”

“F-fuck.. you.”

“Fuck me?” He curled his fingers, causing the need to scream to bubble from me. “You want to fuck me?”

“Yes, fuck.”

“You want my fat cock in you, baby?” He used his left thumb to vigorously rub my clit as he continued to thrust his fingers into my cunt. “You want me to fuck you into the mattress?”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, shit!” He laughed maniacally. “Is that begging I hear?”

“No, asswipe.”

“So you want me to stop?”

“No!” I exclaimed, practically writhing under his touch and fisting the sheets in my hands. “No, please don’t stop.”

“Beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum this one time.” He kissed my pubic bone.

I caved under his intense power and cursed myself mentally for succumbing to him. “Fuck!” I yelled out again. “Please, please let me cum. Let me cum so I can have your big cock in me, daddy.”

He halted his movements. “What’d you just say?”

“You heard what I said, daddy.”

“Fuck me.” He started to relentlessly pound into me with his fingers again, making the idea of holding back my orgasm too much to bare. “You wanna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes, please!”

“Fine, then.” He put his mouth on my clit and sucked it in, completely shattering my world (and my dignity, but I wouldn’t tell him that). “Cum for me.”

He fingered me through my orgasm, holdig my hips down with one arm as they shook like a madman. I sighed breathlessly.

He kissed up my body before his lips pecked mine gently. He smiled in the kiss, pecking me again. “I told you I could.” He chuckled.

My cheeks heated up. “You said you were gonna fuck me into the mattress.”

“I will.”

“Then what the fuck are we waiting for?” I reached for the drawstring of his shorts and untied them, trying to pull his shorts down his hips but failing. “Stupid ass pants.”

He laughed his obnoxiously loud laugh and flopped on his back, pulling down his shorts and boxers and tossing them to the floor.

I audibly gasped. “Jesus.”

“Everything okay?” He smirked. “Don’t tell me we got this far just for you to tell me you can’t take it.”

“How big is it?” I asked, my eyes not leaving the angry red tip of his dick.

“Mmm.. ‘Dunno. Eight.. Nine inches at the most.” He mumbled. “How about you come ride it and see.”

I straddled his hips, my entrance hovering over his dick. He gripped his shaft at the base and guided it into me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“C’mon, take it all for me.”

He bucked his hips up slowly to meet mine, just to make sure he bottomed out completely. I whimpered at the feeling of being so full.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he steadied his hands on my hips as he started to thrust up into me. “You good?” He asked in a groan.

“So good. So full.” I moaned out. “Harder, please.”

“Harder?” He repeated. I nodded, my head nestled in his neck.

“Please, daddy.”

**

He lifted his bedsheets, lightly tossing me in his bed after cleaning us up. He got in the bed next to me and pulled me into his side. “Do you still hate me now?” He asked after a while of just enjoying each other’s presence in silence.

“I never did.” I sighed.

“So what’d you call it? A strong dislike?”

“No, more like a crush.”

“You have a crush on me?”

“Yeah.”

“For how long?”

“About three years.” I mumbled, immediately feeling stupid for admitting that to him.

He was quiet for a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“There was no need for me to outwardly tell you in hopes we’d magically end up together.”

“Why not? Is us being together not what you want?” He put his hand under his ear and propped his head up with his arm.

“I mean..” I shrugged. “I guess so. I don’t know, honestly.”

“I think I know.” He mumbled, “I think I’d give it a shot.”

“At what? Dating?” My head was swimming. Not just from our activities prior, but from what he was saying. Is he serious?

“Yeah. You should let me take you out sometime.”

Am I dreaming?

[arc852]

Mhm. Mhm. Suuuuuure ;) -🌌

I am totally serious, how dare you not believe me.

[pattonsfam-ily]

Okay I didn't ask to be attacked like this! I've only fallen asleep at my desk once!~Hannah

mhm suuuuuure -virgil

[drx3-imagines]

Ok, ok what about a soulmate au with Shizuo where s/o gains all the wounds Shizuo gets until they finally meet and they all disappear?

Ahhhhhh. I love Soulmate AU’s I LIVE FOR THEEEEMMM I hope you like this, I had fun writing it. And sorry if it’s late Г~Г. Enjoy~

“Geez, how many times are you gonna bleed this week, Y/N?” your friend said as they continued to bandage up your leg which had a long cut down the side.

“I don’t know! But I’m getting sick of this BULL CRAP!” you yelled and stood up as quickly as possible when your friend had finished with your leg.

“Well, I gotta go to work, wanna walk with me?” they said as they stuffed all the previously used medical supplies into their bag.

“Suuuuuure, let’s just hope you-know-who doesn’t get hurt…For the 5th time this week.” All this week, you have been getting random cuts on your arms and legs. Heck, you even ended up with a long scar down your back because of this dumb crap. This didn’t include all of the other scars scattered across your body. The words of your parent echoed in your head when you were reminded of why this happened.

“Remember, Y/N; that pain you feel is the same pain your soulmate feels. I know it’s quite a lot, but you’ll find them one day! Just be careful, okay?” You sighed as you walked down the streets of Ikebukuro with your friend. You had moved here not too long ago. You had been living in the country for quite a while and have been meaning to move to the city for some time now. So far…It wasn’t going so well.

“Haha! Try and catch me Shizu-Chan~!” An energetic and cocky voice could be heard from the other side of the road.

“IIIIIZZZAAAAAYAAAAA!” Cue vending machine. Or pole. Or post. Or literally, any object sitting on the side of the street.

“Oh god, let’s go this way okay, Y/N?” your friend said as they tried to pull you over by the arm. In an instant, you recoiled your arm back and hissed in pain. You pulled your sleeve back to see your hand covered in blood. Looking back down at your arm, a long, thin, horizontal cut was slashed into your skin.

“Holy crap, Y/N, are you okay?!” your friend said as they slowly took your arm once more.

“No, I’m fine- IT BURNS LIKE HELLLLL!” you screamed before yanking your head to the other side of the road when you heard another person’s booming voice as well.

“Damnit, IZAYA!” You saw a blonde man in what seemed to be a bartender’s outfit. He was holding his arm, the same arm your friend is holding, with a long tear in his sleeve from what you could see. You narrowed your eyes and before your friend could say something you, yet again, took your arm back. You started to run across the road towards the two men. And if by “run across the road” you meant jumping on top of people’s cars with your friend calling for you then yes, you were running across the road.

You got over there and quickly approached the blonde, as it didn’t take you long to notice the matching cuts and what it apparently meant, and then proceeded to tap him on the shoulder. He turned his head around quickly, looking at you through the bluish-purple lenses of his sunglasses.

“What?” he asked in a stern tone tinged with annoyance.

“Can I just-? Let me see something right here- Thank you!” You said as you grabbed his arm and stared at both of the cuts running down your arms. Yep, you were right, same cuts. The male was very confused and concerned, as he was preoccupied with trying to beat the crap out of the dark haired man in front of him, who only stood there in surprise.

You then let go of his arm, only to grab him by the bowtie and pull him down to your eye level with two fingers.

“Now listen here, buddy. I had to put up with all this crap for YEARS. YEARS, I TELL YOU! Do you KNOW how much it costs having to go to the hospital almost every week? Oh, that’s right, you do know because you had the SAME PROBLEM. Because of you, I have scars where scars should never be! Are you listening?!”

“Umm…Yes?”

“Good, because-” In the middle of your rant, you looked at your arm. The cut was gone. Poof, nonexistent. You let go of him and the proceeded to lift up your shirt to see your previous scars had disappeared as well. “What the hell?” It didn’t take you long to check almost every other inch of your body, and to your surprise, there were no scars left.

“Well, damn, isn’t this interesting.” the male finally spoke to you, a slight pink tinting his face. “You must be…”

“Mhm.”

“Great.” he stated simply, and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

“Oh? Does Shizu-Chan have a new friend~? Nice to meet you, I’m Izaya-”

“Piss off, Izaya, before I hit you with a street sign.”

“So, wait, this is the dude that’s been giving you all this bull for the past, however many months or years or whatever?” you quickly butted in.

“Yes, why?” You then took a piece of metal tubing jammed into the wall beside of you and proceeded to swing it quickly at who you now know as Izaya.

“You’re the idiot that caused me all this pain, and now you’re gonna pay!” you yelled at him as you swing once more, Izaya dodging the pipe easily before you were being pulled away by “Shizu-Chan”.

“He’s not worth your time,” the blonde said before taking the pipe and throwing it at Izaya, watching as he dodged it once more.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook either, you fought the guy,” you added as you grabbed a free arm and began to walk him in the opposite direction.

“The least you owe me for thousands in medical bills is a cup of coffee and a nice chat, Name’s Y/N, by the way.”

“………Shizuo Heiwajima, nice to meet you, Y/N. This is gooing to be different from now on, isn’t it?”

“Quite, nice name by the way. Can’t wait to learn more about you, soulmate.” You both walked away from Izaya, your friend had already given up and made their way to work a long time ago. You were glad now, being able to find the person you would be spending the rest of your life with. And oh, boy, was your life even more interesting from that point forward.

- Ko

[mell-bell]

I knew the second I saw you (that you were meant to be mine)

aka First official asking out

THIS IS PART OF A SERIES. IT WILL MOST LIKELY MAKE SENSE BY ITSELF BUT JUST A FOREWARNING.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

AO3

Cassian x Reader

Words: 2679    

Series Summary: Cassian and Reader Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight, first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too depressing)

Time Cassian and Reader have known each other: 1 year and a day 

Chapter: 10/20

Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))

Author’s notes: Well after the longest day of my life......I FINALLY GOT IT UP! YAYAYAYAYAY. LOVE IS IN THE AIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRR <3 Hope you enjoy!!!! 

You and Cassian stumbled into your room your lips locked together.

Cassian’s hands scrambled for purchase on your body, they settled on your hips yanking you flush against him. Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders steadying yourself and when you ensured you wouldn’t tumble over, you raised up onto your toes wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers into his hair.

You felt Cassian’s hand reach around you trying to shut the door, but when he couldn’t reach it, he shoved you back against it, finally slamming it shut.

He pushed you flat against the door, his hands tight around your waist while your nails scratched through his hair, eliciting a deep moan from him.

His hands loosened from your waist and began to tug at your shirt. You chuckled pulling away from his lips, “If you wanted me out of my shirt all you had to do was ask.”

Cassian’s eyes were dark as he ripped your bloodied shirt off, throwing it across the room, “I don’t like being reminded how close I came to losing you.”

Your hand grabbed the back of his head, and you pulled him toward you until your foreheads were touching, “You are never going to lose me.”

And once again you pulled him down until his lips met yours. His lips were soft but unyielding against yours. You moaned as his mouth forced yours open.

You pulled your face away with a gasp, and titled your head back looking toward the ceiling. Your eyes snapped closed with a moan when you felt him pepper kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

If you had known kissing Cassian was this wonderful you would have jumped him months ago. You were kissing the love of your life and you couldn’t get enough. You would never be able to go back from this moment. You would never be able to forget how his lips felt brushing over yours. How tight his hands gripped on your body. How much you just wanted him.

You pushed back against the wall behind you, propelling you and Cassian over to your bed. You shoved him back so he fell onto his back. You stood between his legs looking down at him. He looked positively gorgeous, his hair was mussed and his red lips quirked up into a smile.

You leaned over and gently pressed a kiss to his cheek.  And then his forehead. And then his jaw. Cassian’s eyes darkened and he reached up pulling you down on top of him.

You straddled his waist leaning over him, until he suddenly sat up pulling you with him. His mouth found a sensitive place on your neck and you knew you would definitely have a bruise tomorrow. 

You gasped in pleasure, yet somehow managed to force a question out. “Why is the bed made?”

Cassian growled against your skin, “Really? Is this really the time?”

He bit lightly on your neck and your fingers dug into his back causing him to let out a deep groan.

“It’s made. So where were you sleeping?”

“I wasn’t sleeping. I couldn’t sleep knowing that you weren’t here. That you could be somewhere hurt. Somewhere where I couldn’t help you.”

You pushed Cassian back slightly so you could look into his eyes. They were dark with bad memories. You leaned in gently peppering his face with kisses until you felt his mouth grow into a smile. 

“God, I love you.” You mumbled without thinking.

You felt Cassian freeze under you.

“I love you so much. I didn’t know I could feel this way about someone.”

You grinned and Cassian weaved his fingers into your hair, his thumb sweeping across your cheek. You leaned into his hand closing your eyes with a soft sigh.

Cassian smirked and quickly flipped you over so that you were lying under him. He leaned in and his lips just touched yours when a knock sounded at the door.

“Y/N! Open the fuck up!”

You pulled your head away from Cassian, sighing loudly. The knocking sounded again, louder this time, and Cassian dropped his head to your chest, grumbling in annoyance.

“What do you want Nei?” You shouted causing Cassian to wince. You mumbled a quiet sorry as you brushed your hand over the back of his head.

“Draven wants to talk to you.”

“What the fuck?” You mumbled into Cassian’s hair, “Tell him I’m busy and to fuck off.”

“He’s standing right here. He says to get your ass off of Cassian and get out here.”

“Fuck off Draven. I’ll debrief in the afternoon. And Cassian’s ass is on me not the other way around.”

Draven’s frustrated voice flowed through the door, “Y/N, you very well know I have the override code to every door.”

“Unless you want to see the very scandalous position Cassian and I are in, I hope you reconsider. And don’t forget I still have enough information to blackmail your ass. Or did you forget about that? How about I tell everyone about that time I saw you dancing around wearing a s-“

Draven coughed, “Right. Yes. See you in the afternoon.”

“Wait, I want to know this sensitive information!” Nei screamed.

“Go to bed Nei! I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“Ugh fine. Nice to meet you, Cassian. Be safe. I don’t need a niece or nephew running around just yet.”

“I’m not even going to reply to that.”

Her laughter faded as she moved down the hall away from your room.

Groaning in annoyance, you pushed Cassian off of you until he collapsed on his side. You turned over and snuggled into him with a wide yawn.

Cassian’s arms came up to wrap tight around you and he pressed a kiss to your head. You closed your eyes and contently buried your face into him.

“So I never asked you that question.”

Silence.

“Y/N?” Cassian looked down to find that you had fallen asleep against him. He smiled slightly and brushed the hair back from your face, deciding to ask you tomorrow. He pulled you closer and fell into the first restful sleep he had in months.

You woke up hours later. It was the first time in months that you had slept through the night. You begrudgingly untangled yourself from Cassian and rolled out of bed. You shivered slightly as you stumbled into the bathroom.

You groaned slightly, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. You were still covered with dirt and blood and your body ached in places you knew would hold severe bruises.

As you cleaned yourself up you caught sight of bruises littered along your neck. With a quick glance back at Cassian sleeping soundly in the other room, you smiled thinking about how you couldn’t wait to start that up again.

You changed into a clean tank top and pants when you heard a panicked shout from the bedroom.

Sprinting back into the room you saw Cassian sitting up in bed panting.

You flew over to him and sat right next to him, making sure not to touch him.

“Hey. Hey. What’s going on?”

After a second, Cassian seemed to register your presence and he pulled you into his arms and buried his face into your hair, breathing you in.

You felt him relax as he whispered softly, “I thought I had dreamed it all. I thought you weren’t really here.”

You tightened your grip on him, “I’m here. You have me. Forever. Come here.”

You slowly laid down guiding Cassian’s head to rest on your chest. His hand gripped your shirt and he began to match his breathing to yours.

It was quiet for a few minutes.

Cassian drew in a breath to speak.

Knock. Knock. Bang. 

“Fuck.”

“Y/N! Draven really needs to see you. It’s 4pm. He’s pissed.”

You groaned, lightly pushing Cassian off your body. You reached into your drawer pulling out one of Cassian’s shirts quickly throwing it on.

With a quick wink to Cassian you sauntered over to open the door.

“Mhm mhm mhm. What have we here?”

You groaned leaning against the door frame, “Nei. Nothing happened.”

“Suuuuuure.”

Before you could respond, a shirtless Cassian appeared at your side, his hair sticking up in all places.

“Oh. Yes. I totally believe you now.”

You shot Cassian a look, “Really Cassian. Really?”

Cassian’s brows furrowed, “What did I do?”

“Nothing.” You lightly complained pushing off the door frame and taking off down the hall.

Cassian watched as you flew down the hall, vanishing around the corner. He smiled slightly turning to go back into the room when he caught sight of a woman still standing there. Nei?

“Y/N really loves you.”

Cassian nodded, “And I really love Y/N.”

“I know you do. Don’t you dare hurt-.”

Cassian interrupted, “I wouldn’t even think about it. You’re Nei? The woman that Y/N just broke out of the imperial base?”

Nei smirked turning on heel and walking down the hall.

“You didn’t answer my question!”

“I know!” She sung.

Cassian still hadn’t officially asked you out.

He knew he technically didn’t need to make huge spectacle out of it, but he wanted to. He wanted it to be perfect. The rebellion had been his life for so long that he never thought he would end up with someone. And now that he had someone, he wanted it all. All the memories. All the love. All of you.

At first it had caught him off guard how quickly he had fallen for you, but now he realized that he had wasted so much time. He could have been yours months ago. And now that he had you. He wasn’t letting you go. 

You made him feel complete. You made him feel safe. He hadn’t felt truly safe in years. He hadn’t been able to relax or sleep or have fun in years. Until he met you. You turned his life upside down. You made him stop hiding from his true self. You made him feel human again.

He couldn’t wait to ask you out.

However, every time he tried to ask you, something interrupted him.

After three times, he was about to give up.

Asking Out Failure #1

Cassian had successfully baked you a cake.

He may have ended up covered in flour and the kitchen may or may not be covered with icing, but it had worked.

Cassian finished off the icing and grinned down at his work. He took off out the door leaving the cake on the counter in the rebellion’s kitchen.

Reaching the debriefing room, he paced back and forth waiting for you to finish up. He knew you would probably say yes, but it didn’t help his racing heart.

Cassian smiled when the door finally opened and you stepped out, grumpy face and all. As you caught sight of him, your face lit up immeasurably.

Without a word, Cassian grabbed your hand and quickly led you down the hall and into the kitchen. He was all but jumping with excitement.

Wanting to surprise you, he placed you outside the door, telling you to wait. He went inside to grab the cake.

But it was gone.

What the fuck?

He searched high and low through the kitchen. But it was nowhere to be found. All that was left on the counter was the empty plate it had been sitting on.

Hearing the door swing open behind him, Cassian turned around.

“Woah, what happened in here? Was it the cake?”

Cassian flinched, “Cake? What cake?”

“Some rebels were talking about a cake they found on the counter. Apparently it was hard as a rock and broke someone’s tooth. Why are you holding an empty plate?”

Cassian’s head snapped down looking at the dreaded plate. Without thinking he threw it to the side quickly shattering it against the wall, “Um, what plate?”

“Did you just break that plate?”

Cassian groaned rubbing a hand down his face. He grabbed your shoulders and steered you out of the kitchen, “I’d rather not talk about it.”

Asking Out Failure #2

After the epic cake failure, Cassian decided set up a special dinner for you in his ship.

He spent hours cleaning the crevices and decorating the walls with lights. He even bribed the rebellion’s chef to cook a fancy dinner.

It was all set to go.

He sent a quick message to you asking you to meet him in the hangar for a surprise. You arrived a few minutes later and he grabbed your hand bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss. He watched as your mouth quirked up and he placed his hand on your back leading you into the hangar.

As he led you over to his ship, he focused his attention solely on you.

That’s the reason why he didn’t notice that his ship was gone.

“Cassian where are we going?”

He turned with a big smile and gestured…

To a big empty space.

“Um, am I supposed to be looking at anything in particular?”

Cassian’s head snapped around, “What?”

His ship was gone. Cassian cursed softly under his breath and looked around. He reached over picking a lone flower off the ground, which must have fallen off the ship before it took off.

He tucked it behind you ear and led you out of the hangar with a soft sigh.

Asking out Failure #3

Nothing could go wrong this time. Nothing could fuck this up. All he needed was his guitar and his voice. He could do this.

Cassian had convinced some droids he frequently sang for to help him sing (more like beep) backup vocals. 

Everything was prepared. He had the song ready; the droids were “warming up” in the bedroom. Nothing should have gone wrong.

But of course it did.

Long story short. A droid stole his guitar.

That may need repeating.

A droid. Stole. His. Guitar.

Why BB4 took Cassian’s guitar is behind him. 

Cassian was on the verge of giving up. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Even if all these failed attempts were making him slowly lose his mind.

This had been the longest day of your life. You swore that Cassian was going to officially ask you out, but every time it seemed like he was going to he didn’t.

You knew it wasn’t necessary and you could easily ask him out yourself, but he had put so much effort into planning that you knew he wanted to do it himself.

You just hoped that he would do it soon. The sooner the better. You wanted Cassian to be yours.

This had been the longest day of Cassian’s life. He still hadn’t been able to ask you out. After three failures he was at his wits end.

Cassian entered your bedroom slamming the door shut. He let out a groan and began pacing the room.

“Just say it. Say Y/N, will you go out with me? Y/N will you give me the pleasure of going out with you? Y/N I have your favorite food go out with me please? Why is this so HARD?!”

You opened the door to find Cassian pacing the room. He was mumbling aggressively to himself. Just as you were about to make your presence known he let out a groan and screamed.

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. Y/N WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?”

“Um yes?”

Cassian whirled around his face bright red, “I…um-shit.“

“I said yes.”

Cassian groaned grabbing his hair, “This isn’t how I wanted to ask you!”

You let out a light chuckle, “Cassian I didn’t need a 10 string symphony. I just need you.”

Cassian shot forward picking you up, and spinning you around.

He set you down, and just as he leaned in you stopped him.

“Nope. No kissing till after our first date.”

“What? What if I convince you otherwise?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Cassian smirked, “Challenge accepted.”

And then the lights flickered and shut off.

*Lock down has been implemented. Please remain calm and move to the hangar for lock down procedures*

Tagged: @ly--canthrope @misswinchester221b @heyjess-marie @latenightbooknerd

Next up: secrets never stay hidden (when you’re stuck in a room with 500 people) aka First time everyone found out about you and Cassian

PART 11

[darkipli-ler]

Veryverysure. Yourteasingtonedoesnothing

Mhm, suuuuuure~

[pxppinmolly-archived]

"QUIT TELLIN' PEOPLE I KILLED A BROTHA' WE NEVA' HAD!" -Arackniss

“Oh! Right. Yeah. Brotha’ we neva’ had.. Mhm.. We suuuuuure didn’t. Mhmmmm.. You sure didn’t kill anyone! If any a’thora’ty asks..”

Wink wink nudge nudge.

[itsmekatiecassidy]

[text] Almost 2 weeks? Though i did see him during Battle of the Stars sooo ya know. Dude... Robbie put hair gel on his hair. HAIR GEL. I felt like i was staring at a mini Robbie for a sec. It was too creepy. Now he's back on his super adorable and hair gel-less self. No more womanizer in the making! Mhm suuuuuure. I'm no Katie Cassidy!

Text: Wait, i might need pics of him with hair gel because that actually sounds cute, holy crap. Just because like...mini man baby? I can't. Send me all the pics! Ha, please you're better! you're Willa Holland!