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brandyllyn · 7 months ago

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Silk from their soul (23)

The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Rated: T Words: 1.3k Summary: Mad science

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They find you the next morning with your head in Cooper’s lap. He’s lightly stroking your hair and neck while you blink sleepily at the man at the door.

“Travis?”

The man makes a curt sign and you sit up. You don’t recognize him - an older man wearing a giant pair of headphones.

Cooper rises first and puts a hand out to help you up. Your feet are still tied to the pillar behind you but he’s free to take a step in front of you and square up.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you mutter to yourself before putting a restraining hand on his shoulder.

He glances back at you. “You wanna try that whole talking bit again first?”

“More flies with honey,” you tell him and he rolls his eyes.

“Now I already told you that ain’t true.”

You ignore the comment and smile at the new man. “Hi! I’m… well that’s not important really. And you are?”

The man ignores you and a moment later his aroma hits, making you gag. “Oh God.”

“I ain’t got much of a working sniffer but even I can tell you that fella’s just two shits short of a dung heap.”

He whispers the words to you, kinda, and you elbow him hard. “Be nice.”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree for that, sweetheart.”

“Ella!”

You freeze, mouth suddenly going dry. You never expected to hear that voice again - had hoped you never would. At least not while you were still at his mercy.

“Dr. Galen.”

“Ella, you naughty thing, how did you get into this mess?” He looks the same as he always did - bald, a foot shorter than you, and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. His glasses are too big for his pinched face and he waves a hand at the room before glaring at you over them. “I raised you better than this.”

Cooper glances at him before focusing his attention on you. “He from that facility you were telling me about?”

You nod, too tongue tied for a moment to speak. Finally, you ask, “What are you doing here?”

“Why, I’ve come to fetch you. Your new own- husband has been worried sick. As a favor I told him I would help look, seeing as how I know you so well.”

Which meant he’d been coerced into it. Galen never left the facility. Not in all the time you’ve known him. Bargains were made through the door, through intermediaries if possible. Had Nero invaded the facility? You’re not brave enough to ask.

“An odd choice in protector,” Galen tuts, sparing a look at Cooper, “I would have thought you’d find someone more amenable to your charms. Like the gentlemen out here.”

You’d forgotten about the three men. You rather hoped they were still alive - they weren’t terrible. Just… bounty hunters.

“Why does he think I’m not amenable to your charms?”

You could kiss him for completely ignoring Galen. It was annoying the other man to no end. Cooper is talking too low to be heard, but that doesn’t seem to matter.

“He means you’re not… not irradiated.”

“Does he think our cocks stop working just ‘cause we get a bit a sunburn?”

The comment makes you giggle and he gives you a grin. His absolute nonchalance is giving you some courage and you lift your chin as you ask Galen, “So what’s next?”

“We’ll take you to the Stateline. I believe there is some discussion of reward but you know how much I abhor talk of money.”

“Except when you were selling my sisters,” you mumble. The man with headphones and reeking of week old fish steps into the room, a gun pointed straight at you. You hold your bound hands up and elbow for Cooper to do the same. He does, begrudgingly, and even takes a step away so the man can cut the rope binding your feet.

When you head for the door Galen holds up a hand. “Just you, the necrotic can stay here.”

“The fuck I-”

It’s your turn to step between them, giving Galen your brightest smile. Your charms don’t work on him at all, he’d made sure of that, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have any tricks up your sleeve.

“Now Dr. Galen, you told me I must always be fair and kind to others. Mister…” you hesitate, unsure if Cooper would want you telling people his name, “this necrotic man has helped me get back safely to the Stateline. It wouldn’t be right to leave him here. I believe he is only looking for work.”

“Just an honest day’s wage,” Cooper drawls unconvincingly.

Galen glares for a moment before giving you a patronizing shake of his head. “You are too soft, my girl. Always were. I knew I was right to keep you for so long.”

You keep your eyes blank, your smile pasted on. Let him think whatever he wants. The only chance you have of this not being a one-way trip is if Cooper comes with you.

“Want me to kill him for you?” Cooper asks a moment later, after Galen had curtly nodded and left the doorway, his voice pitched low enough only you can hear. You try to stop the laugh that wants to burst out and dart a glance back at him.

“Think you could?”

“Simpler than taking a piss.”

“He’s got bodyguards,” you point out as you walk past them back into the other room. The three bounty hunters are standing together, looking pissed off. Galen has a group of about a half dozen with him, all of them wearing headphones and stinking to high heaven.

“Now sweetheart, I thought you had more faith in me than that.”

You turn your attention to the first bodyguard, taking a deep breath and preparing to work your charms. But the man barely spares you a glance and even as you open your mouth he turns away and makes a signal at one of the others.

Oh.

Oh shit. Galen had come prepared. These men couldn’t hear you, couldn’t be convinced by you. And your pheromones weren’t going to be worth anything either if they couldn’t smell them over their own B.O.

Suddenly you were doubly glad to have Cooper at your back.

“You still wanna go through with this?” he asks, eyes roving the room. He’s looking for weak spots, planning an escape.

“If I don’t then Galen goes back to making more people like me, more clones. It doesn’t seem right.”

He scoffs, snorting almost into your ear. “Why don’t you shit in one hand and wait for what’s right in the other - we’ll see what fills up faster.”

“I don’t think that’s how that saying goes.”

“Hey, look at me.” You turn, stopping so abruptly he nearly runs into you. The guards are clearing out the rooms and Galen is talking quietly to one in the corner. For the moment, it’s just the two of you. “You don’t owe nobody a damn thing. You want to get out of here, you just give the word.”

God, you could kiss him. But even as his words sink in you know it’s not obligation that is making you go back. “It’s what’s right.”

“And I suppose you’re going to want to talk these fellas round to that way of thinking?”

He looks so put out you have to stifle a laugh. “Oh no, Galen deserves worse than death for what he’s done. The rest of these guys… I’ll let you decide.”

The grin that covers his face is downright evil. “Me? Darlin’, you shouldn’t have.” He takes in the room, fingers twitching. “Now?”

“No, we should probably get Nero too.”

“You seem pretty damn confident I can take out a whole hive of raiders all by my lonesome.”

Batting your eyelashes you give him your most innocent look. “Can’t you?”

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batwritings · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 13 - Hate Sex

Part of me regrets writing for Graves...but that jawline tho-- /hj Enjoy!~

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When you got the call about what had happened, you were beyond pissed. And with the call of him being captured, you didn’t know whether to be relieved or even further in your lividity. But you knew one thing for certain: you were going to give him absolute hell when next you saw him.

“Oh hell…” you could hear as you entered his holding cell. You sincerely hoped he knew that Hell wouldn’t save him anymore than Heaven would from your anger. Graves looked like a wreck and as much as you wanted to fall for that old Southern smile and “heyyy babyyy,” there was absolutely zero chance of that happening.

“You have twenty minutes,” comes a voice over the intercom. Laswell, you’d been told her name was. The woman who told you about your lovely commander of a partner being pulled into captivity. Hell, she went as far to provide you with an escort when she heard your rage on the other side of the receiver.

All was silent for a moment, just you glaring daggers at your lover with your arms crossed over your chest. Just as Graves opened his mouth to speak, you took the initiative. “What the absolute fuck were you thinking?” You asked, voice not quite a yell. “What was the one thing I asked you not to do before you left last?”

“Darlin’ listen, I–”

“What was the ONE thing Phil?!” Your temper was beyond through the roof and you were in no mood for a single one of your lover’s excuses. You wanted answers and you wanted them now.

Graves sighed heavily, knowing there was no way he could win or defy you and what you wanted. “...not to kill anyone unless absolutely necessary,” Sapphire eyes couldn’t meet yours as the man looked away. The two of you knew there was going to be blood spilled on this mission, no doubt about it. Even if you didn’t know the severity of what he was walking into, it was still a possibility every time your man walked out the door.

Yet each time you always made him go through the same routines of a promise. You had him swear two things to you; one, that he would return to you, safe and sound. Perhaps a few new cuts or bruises, but never in a body bag.

The other was that nobody was ever to die needlessly. You knew the line of work Phil worked in wasn’t exactly fool proof and death was inevitable. But if it could be avoided? All the better. So the fact that you heard of the despicable things he’d done in Las Almas…needless to say, your anger wasn’t exactly misplaced for a broken promise.

A million and one different words wanted to come out of your mouth in that moment. But instead, you acted on impulse. “You must’ve been real messed up in the head to have done what you did,” you murmured, more to yourself that him. “So much emotion and energy that they didn’t deserve to have on them.”

You were quiet for a moment before you spoke again. “So I’m going to do the same to you,” you watched the confusion on Graves’ face as he looked up at you finally. You were quick in your movements, knocking the chair back so your lover’s head and back was against the floor. Living with a soldier did give you the opportunity to learn to defend yourself.

Your pants and underwear were gone in the blink of an eye, much to your partner’s confusion “You’ve got fifteen minutes to make me come,” you told him harshly. You sunk down to your knees, one on either side of his head so your sex was positioned just above that mouth of his that he loved to run. “Make it count.”

Without much more hesitation, you lowered yourself further to where you knew he could easily reach you. Now as much as it may have seemed like it, Graves wasn’t an idiot. He knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. Aka, he knew it would probably be a very long time before he would get to do this again.

You sighed in relief as your lover’s mouth go to work, licking and sucking in all the spots he had come to know would drive you wild. “How come…mmh!” You whined a bit as Graves turned his head to bite at your thigh, his scruff burning your sensitive spot in a lovely way. “How come you c-can do this so well, but not keep y-your promises?”

Your anger did nothing to still your now moving hips. You rocked back and forth, slowly at first, not wanting to come undone too quickly. You could see a tinge of sadness layered in Graves’ sapphire eyes as he focused his tongue on one particular spot.

Your hands were quick to fly into his hair, using those sandy locks to tug him ever closer. Not that the man seemed to mind, moaning softly. He always did like a bit of pain in his intimacy with you and it seemed that hadn’t changed.

The moaning from him, even as he struggled to breath served as pleasurable vibrations against your sex that had your mind going blank. It wasn’t long before your whimpering and whining grew louder and you were coming undone over Graves’ face. Though, the pleasured moans falling from him showed he didn’t exactly mind.

You held yourself up despite the intense orgasm so that the man below you could catch a breath. You met his gaze, a mixture of lust and love coating those baby blues you’d fallen in love with. A quick glance at your phone and you realized it wouldn’t be long before the two of you were not alone.

You pulled yourself to your feet, slipping back into your pants and underwear, albeit with a bit of struggle. You hauled Graves up next, using his own button-up to wipe the slick and cum from his face. You opened the door to Laswell who gave you a questioning look.

“I’ll see him when he gets out.”

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tinietaehyun · 11 months ago

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Forsaken [XIV]

[Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader]

[Series] [Chapter Fourteen]

Pairing: Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader [Ft. Sorcerer!Yeonjun]

Genres: royal!au, fantasy, romance, enemies to lovers, supernatural, action, fluff, angst.

Contains: Profanity, mentions of injury and death, implications of mature/suggestive themes, arson. Actions demonstrated by character are not by any means reflective of the idol in real life.

Links: Forsaken Masterlist || Masterlist

Summary: With the two of you nestled in, wrapped in each other’s arms contently, you both begin to make plans for the next steps. You were back in Fortuna but needed to focus on your main goal. Getting your throne back.

As Taehyun and your feelings reach their brim, alongside hope mounting, it was only a matter of time before the universe had enough and rips away your moment of happiness.

“There’s no way to just charge into the palace and confront Sehun,” Taehyun murmurs deep in thought. Your brows furrow, “But you said we directly need to confront him?”

“Yes, but I highly doubt asking to meet the prince is going to work for you. I’m going to get imprisoned for treason and most likely be executed after you. You’ll go straight to him get ruthlessly insulted, he’ll toy with you and off you go to your demise,” he drawls out outstretching his legs on the decrepit sofa.

An appalled expression crosses your face as he snorts, “It’s a realistic outcome, no?” Glaring, you reply, “Well, yes. I was hoping to hear an alternative. A better one.”

A smirk laces his lips making you roll your eyes, “Take this seriously, come on, how long are we going to lounge around here in your cabin?”

He pouts, “Come now, lounge around?” His eyes sparkle mischievously as a sly smile appears, “Is that all we’ve been doing these last two-three days?” Taehyun’s gaze drops to your neck and you huff as your fingers instinctively go to brush over the large bruised mark. “I told you not to bite so hard,” you huff.

“You weren’t complaining when I did, rather I heard you make a quite different soun-“ He retorts before you interrupt him abruptly.

“Stop speaking immediately,” you glare, eyes burning into his as embarrassment floods your features. He was right, but that was beside the point!

A low chuckle escapes his lips as he runs his fingers through his soft blonde locks, “Just a bit of kissing here and there, lips and neck, had you so riled up, princess? It even surprised me.”

You glare in deathly silence with folded arms. He raises his hands in surrender, “Goodness, with that glare you could take down a dragon.”

A scoff leaves your lips at his sarcastic remark. Taehyun sighs laughing at your exasperation, “Okay, okay. Back to the topic at hand, what I was thinking is, we get intentionally caught.”

You deadpan, “You are joking.” “I am very much not, sweetheart,” he muses. What was he thinking? Doesn’t it lead to the same outcome as just charging in?

“Hear me out, we both enter Fortuna, cloaked, hidden as if we’re trying to buy, I don’t know, food or goods something along those lines, then by oh so pure chance, one of the guards on their patrol spots a glimpse of you. A chase ensues, we intentionally get caught. And then, we’re presented as prisoners of treason and you, a wanted bounty in front of Prince Sehun,” Taehyun explains.

You process his words, your brain churning and whirring its gears. Indeed large scale crimes were personally handled by the royal court in front of the monarch. You both had committed what he saw as treason and well, you were a wanted bounty. You’d both be presented to Sehun in the throne room as you had seen with other criminals whilst growing up.

Knowing your pitiful excuse of a brother, he’d miss absolutely no chance of rubbing his victory in your face.

“Mm…indeed, you are correct. We would be presented in front of Sehun. He’s an absolute imbecile, so he no doubt would gloat like a buffoon in front of us,” you murmur. Taehyun smirks, “So? Giving me time to work my skills, no?” You raise a brow, “Such as?”

“We are going to be bound by chains. Those I can whisk off easy with a little enchantment. Next I need to scatter the surrounding guards and leave Sehun alone. Easy pickings after that. Can he fight?” Taehyun questions.

“Remarkably well, he’s a great swordsman. He spent most of his time training after all,” you utter sighing. Taehyun hums unfazed, “No weapon has anything on sorcery. Even if he is the most skilled swordsman to ever exist.”

Biting your lip, you run back through the haphazard plan. Having the both of you caught so suddenly, would definitely lower Sehun’s guard, knowing how arrogant he is. This roughly put together plan may just work.

“Once he’s cornered. You can talk to him. Expose his crimes to the court, no?” Taehyun hums. “The court supports him,” you huff.

“Of course they do, fucking idiots,” Taehyun groans. You snicker at his frustration. It was natural he felt that way, he had a bad experience with them after all.

“Noble pieces of fucking shit; nothing in their skulls just money in their pockets,” he mutters irritated. “Can’t you bribe them or something?” He mutters. You nod slowly, “I suppose I could do that. I doubt they’d want to go against me when their present figurehead is cornered.”

“You could always have me threaten them, I could turn them into stone, into toads, into whatever you or I please, teach them a real nice lesson,” Taehyun muses bitterly.

“That’s…certainly an idea. I suppose we’ll handle that obstacle when we get to it,” you smile, “At the end of the day, they’re all spineless cowards who are unloyal. I’ll be firing numerous of them. Furthermore, I’m sure a little wave of your wand will have them quivering.”

He chuckles, “Oh I do look forward to a sight such as that. Those bastards have what’s coming to them for what they did to me and my father. Exiling the both of us.”

His harsh gaze softens as he peers at you, “You…you do permit me to have a little fun with them don’t you?” You smirk, “I suppose a little lesson is in order. Just don’t…do anything violent.” Taehyun sighs, “How unfortunate but I suppose I can do that for you.”

You both remain in a comfortable silence as Taehyun suddenly puts his arms around you from behind and leans his chin on your shoulder. “What are you thinking about? Haven't I told you numerous times not to worry. You’ve got me. We’ve got each other. We can do this.”

Placing your hands atop his, you murmur, “Yeonjun is there. You’ll have to see him. He’s in a powerful position too; royal sorcerer and Sehun’s advisor, what are you going to do if he tries to stop us?”

A moment of silence passes. The mere mention of Yeonjun makes him stiffen. The air around the both of you becomes gloomy. “I’m sorry I-“ you begin.

He releases a breathy laugh, “No, no. You’re right, sweetheart. If we are destined to cross paths again…well, then I do not plan to back down so easily.” Taehyun clears his throat, “If we must fight whether that be verbally, physically or through our sorcery, so be it. He means nothing to me anymore.”

“He does, you’re lying,” you frown, twisting yourself to face him and notice his dull expression. “It will hurt to see him, won’t it? After all these years,” you frown.

He becomes quiet for a second before answering, “I suppose you can see through me, hm? It just…reminds me of that painful time. The feelings I felt when I saw my father getting dragged away. The…condescending smile he gave me when I called to him for help - like, like he enjoyed it. Twisted bastard.”

You cup his cheek, thumb caressing it lightly. His gaze meets yours. The mention of Yeonjun left a bitter taste in his mouth. You lean forward, “If he sets foot in front of you, show him. Show him who deserves to be the true Royal Sorcerer. Him or you?”

A bitter laugh escapes his lips. “Show him, despite your exile, you’ve only continued to improve. That you’ll always surpass him in every way possible. Not just sorcery. You are a better person. You know why?”

Curiosity gleams in his dull eyes as he watches you speak so determinedly. “Because, unlike him who’s hurt you, your father, to get where he is today. Through betrayal. You still surpass him. You have your father’s ability and affinity for magic. To manipulate mana with ease.”

You shakily breathe, “You could have rampaged, exacted vengeance, lunged at Yeonjun back then. All these years in the Woods of Mors, you could have meticulously planned revenge, yet you didn’t. You held yourself back. You’re more mature, you know your boundaries. You are wise, Taehyun. You are merciful.”

His voice cracks momentarily, “No, I was…I was a coward. I knew it would land me in more trouble.”

“You knew it would land your father in more trouble, possibly even execution,” you firmly state. “…yes. I-“ he murmurs lowly, “Yes, exactly. My father said not to. Even after he’d passed away, that I should never risk myself by going after the foolish notion of revenge, that we- we were better than that.”

A small smile forms on your lips. You notice his eyes glazing over. “Your father was a good man, you, you are a good man.”

“I’m not half the man he was, but thanks, sweetheart,” he solemnly smiles. Shaking your head, you grip his chin tilting it down to make him meet your gaze, “Where’s that arrogance and self-confidence I’m so used to, sorcerer?”

He remains quiet merely peering into your gorgeous eyes. You had a heart of gold; something he didn’t find himself deserving of. Why did you have to settle for less? When you could have any noble man you wanted? Yet you treated him so fondly. With such care, like a lover. You loved him right? Then why did he feel so terrified of reciprocating?

Was he afraid that as soon as you gain your throne back, that you’d toss him aside? Was he afraid that you, too, would betray him in the future? To place his cracked and beaten heart into your soft and sweet palms.

“Taehyun?” You call out; a flash of worry on your features. He gives you a subtle smile, “Sweetheart?”

“If you meet him, I want you to show him who you are. You’ve not once taken the step toward revenge. Well? If revenge presents itself to you, why not take the opportunity that the universe above has presented you with? If revenge walks to you with his wand pointed at you and an arrogant smile, will you let this opportunity slide too?” You ask with a stern expression.

“Being the better person. Yes, as good as it may be. Some people are not deserving of our kindness, of our mercy. That goes for Sehun. That also goes for Yeonjun.” You speak with a melancholy tone. Your gaze hardens, “So…”

Taking his hands and intertwining your fingers with yours, you squeeze them reassuringly, “So, let’s close all our unresolved regrets and close that chapter on our lives and move forward towards a future where no one can bring us down and we only experience prosperity and happiness.”

You hold yourself back from speaking further as you notice him staring at you wordlessly. Did you cross the line? Goodness, you must have talked his ears off. The last thing he probably wanted was an entire speech. Though you couldn’t help it, you despised seeing him hurt, so down.

“Sorry, I-“ you start before your eyes widen, feeling his arms suddenly wrap around you tightly; his head laying on your chest. Your heart palpitates rapidly. Your fingers run through his hair, caressing it tenderly. Taehyun parts from you, his gaze intense, almost restrained in a manner.

“Everytime, every fucking time,” he breathlessly laughs. Confusion appears on your face, how adorable he thinks.

“You continue to do it again and again, no matter how anxious I feel, how dreadful this feeling makes me feel. To think I shouldn’t, that I can’t get too attached, to not raise my hopes, to not think of a future together. To not kiss you again, not to lead you on, to not lead myself on, I can’t help it. I just can’t fucking help how I feel, you continue to make me feel worse,” he utters almost frustrated.

With an uneasy expression you murmur, “T-Taehyun?”

“You make me go insane, in the most addicting and best way possible. Whenever I have the slightest doubt you pull me right back in,” he laughs strained.

His gaze meets yours taking your hand and placing it on his chest; you feel his heart pounding like his life depended on it. Your eyes widen in surprise, realising your heart was doing the same.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel what you do to me? I hear yours too. I see the way you look at me. Do you see the way I look at you, sweetheart?” He speaks yearningly. You find yourself feeling breathless.

Running his hand through his hair once more, he inhales deeply, seemingly gathering courage. You await in anticipation at his next words.

“I love you.”

“I love you y/n. It’s driving me fucking insane at this point,” he utters with almost a light edge of desperation. Your lips part; you wish you could be surprised. But, you knew this was coming, it was only a matter of time of who would put their high walls down and crumble first.

You didn’t expect Taehyun to do it. That much more he made himself vulnerable, to think that he thought of you so highly. You regard him with the sweetest gaze and a subtle smile on your lips.

Suddenly, you lean forward pressing your lips against his, moving your lips against his with a ferocity that took Taehyun off-guard. His arm slides around your waist as his other hand takes your hand placing it on his shoulder. The intense kiss lasts a few seconds before you part breathless; an imbecilic smile on your face.

“Princess, you-?” His eyes glimmer unsurely.

“I love you too, Taehyun,” you murmur letting your fingers caress his cheek, “Let me repeat it once more, I love you too.”

“But-“ he begins in initial surprise, you shush him, “No, I reciprocate your feelings. I’ve felt this way for a while. Don’t doubt it. You have too, haven’t you?” He remains quiet before a chuckle escapes his lips, “It was a matter of time, wasn’t it?”

“Who was willing to become the most vulnerable, first,” you resume. “I suppose you’ve allowed me to be more comfortable with expressing myself,” he murmurs with a genuine smile. “I’m glad, Taehyun,” you hum, joy filling you.

“What does that make us then, hm?” He muses as his hand once again takes yours. “What do you think, Taehyun?” You hum back.

“Lovers? A princess falling for a sorcerer rather than a prince or her knight?” He murmurs smirking. You muse, “Why must the story always be the same? Who said the princess must always go for those two?”

“The court won’t approve,” he states. “They won’t,” you nod, “But that doesn’t stop me from loving you. Perhaps, perhaps if my parents were around, this wouldn’t occur. But,” you shakily sigh, “They’re not. My word, as the heir to the throne, is final. If they disapprove, so be it, it is a hardship I am willing to handle.”

Taehyun gazes at you so longingly that it leaves you quiet. “As you wish, your highness,” he coyly hums. Rolling your eyes, “Oh hush with that nonsense.”

“Do not think for a second, I’ll ever leave your side, sweetheart,” he murmurs seriously. With a smile, you murmur, “I never thought that for a single moment, Taehyun.”

He gives you a smile, a rather endearing one, in fact making you release a laugh. “What?” Taehyun questions. Shaking your head, you wrap your arms around him and hug him, “Nothing.”

You feel rather content for the first time in a long time. A sense of safety, security and being cherished. You felt unstoppable with him by your side, perhaps it was naive, no, foolish to think that way but he truly did give you a newfound confidence.

After lounging around more and discussing a few more things related to confronting Sehun, Taehyun gets up, beginning to slide his cloak over his shoulders and hoisting his boots on.

“Mm, I need to restock on some herbs otherwise the food we make will taste shit. Perhaps, I can also hunt while I’m out there. Pick some berries too, I’m overdue.”

He slings his satchel over his shoulder and grabs two wicker baskets. “I’ll be out for a few hours, don’t panic if I run late after the sunset.” You nod with a frown, “Try to come back quickly.”

Taehyun grins, “Why? Scared the Bloodmoths are going to get you?” You scoff, “No, I’m just worried that you have only just healed and you’re already putting yourself in danger.”

“I do not plan to eat different variations of soup for another day longer, sweetheart. So, off I go,” he hums.

“Don’t open the door if you hear anything. Creatures here are rather different due to the magic phenomena here. Keep all the window curtains closed and always keep the candles lit alright. I’ll be back quick,” he smiles.

You nod, slightly at unease. He had done this several times even before you knew each other. It was his way of life here, why were you so paranoid? Perhaps, because you were both so happy for once. Afraid that he wouldn’t come back.

He bids you adieu and you’re left to your own company in the dimly lit cabin. It felt empty without him. You spend the next half an hour getting comfortable on the sofa, finding the drafty cabin to make your eyelids feel heavier and heavier. A nap, would perhaps suffice to allow the time to pass and prevent your mind from wandering. Yes, a nap indeed - you close your eyes content.

A pair of sharp eyes peer as he finally ascertains that Taehyun is far enough away. A smirk lines his lips, “My, my, you really have made yourself at home here, haven’t you?” His gaze darkens as he stands up from his crouching. Of course he did, not like he’d die out so easily; a scoff leaves Yeonjun’s lips. Of course he’d be a thorn in his side all these years later.

The palace in Fortuna was oddly in pindrop silence. A malicious smile appears on Yeonjun’s lips thinking about the events that had transpired these last few days. Sehun’s death came as an apparent shock rattling the Royal Court and the citizens of Fortuna who considered this to be a terrible omen. Now, there was no Royal Family to head the country.

“Oh poor Sehun, the poor boy. To think suicide would be his cause of death.” Well, if only the public and court knew. Everything was transitioning smoothly.

He still remembers when some of the members of the Royal Court naturally approached him. His eyes riddled with fake tears; and sniffling as though Sehun actually meant something to him. It was laughable to Yeonjun, really. He knew damn well why the members of the court approached him.

After all, he’d be the most apt choice to be placed at Fortuna’s figurehead. “Yeonjun, think about it, alright? We know it’s a lot to ask and we’re not pressuring you. If not, we can arrange for someone else.”

Bastards, he knew everyone in that damn hall wanted the position he was now set up for. These empty words and fake reassurances. Ha! These lords, chancellors and barons, all of them, they were just as filthy, just as happy as Yeonjun was about Sehun’s death.

It left the ruling spot empty, that’s why. Not for long. Currently, Yeonjun was the figurehead, temporary monarch, per se. Well, he’d make it permanent.

His mind drifts back to two days ago; when he found himself sitting on the Royal Throne. The servants all grimacing with disgust or appallment. The chancellor and treasurer were infuriated.“What is the meaning of this insolence?” “How dare you sit on the throne, as though you were King?”

“Because I will be.” The words had left his mouth sharper than any blade sending shivers into the two men. He had summoned his wand pointing it at the two as the guards in the room held their weapons up. “I will be King. The beginning of a new era. The Kim Dynasty is over.”

“Guards, stop this. This is treason,” the chancellor had yelled but to no avail. The guards held still. They were ordered to do so, after all.

The treasurer had been horrified at this stumbling back. Perhaps the recent deaths had some meaning after all. A purpose.

The foolish chancellor had rushed forward in his fury, making Yeonjun smirk. Well he had supposed, it was about time he taught these sorry fools a lesson, albeit, he didn’t think it would be so soon.

Thus, he had turned the chancellor into stone, in front of the guards and the treasurer’s very eyes. He still enjoyed the terrified expression on the treasurer's face as he fell to his knees, mortified.

Oh how good it felt to finally hear, “Your highness,” fall from his lips. He would stop at nothing, not even a rebellion to lose this position. Not with his sorcery. He’d make the people love him.

Yeonjun shakes his head; shattering his memories. Well now, he’d take matters into his own hands. There was still one glaring problem. The two of you. Not even you, rather insignificant as you were. It was mainly Taehyun that he was after.

Yeonjun mutters walking out from the shrubbery and brushing himself off, “Fucking nuisance, always has to get involved.” A breathless laugh leaves his lips, poor you. Because Taehyun had gotten involved, now you’d be an extra casualty. He may have even left you alone, if you’d been just a good little princess and ran off and started afresh.

Not many could traverse the Woods of Mors, rather difficult terrain, strange creatures and illusions. Any ordinary human would go insane in here, but of course, any magic user would be safe. Yeonjun had not expected much when he stepped foot in here. Though when he cast a spell; he was shocked to find an intense mana source resonating from within the woods.

Who would have thought it would be Taehyun's lovely little decrepit abode? Yeonjun chuckles, stepping forward towards the cabin. His eyes widen as feels a light buzz and he notices a subtly glowing dome around the cabin.

How very clever, of course he wouldn’t leave you so vulnerable. A force field, just enough to stop the dim-witted creatures here - but not him. He reaches his hand through it and grunts in pain as he utters an enchantment. Within seconds, the force field dissipates.

Smirking, he strides ahead reaching the door and gives it a knock. Hm, how would your pretty little face look upon seeing him and not your beloved companion?

You’re woken up by a sudden knocking. Yawning, you peer at the door. Was Taehyun back already? Abruptly, you stand and walk over, but before you could open the door. You hesitate. A nervousness permeates your lower stomach and swirls uneasily. Why were your instincts acting up?

Who else would be here? No creature would knock like a human would, could they?

You halt; you were smarter than this. Perhaps, peeking through the curtains would be better first. Thus, you do. You delicately peek through the curtains and immediate nausea fills your senses. No. No. No.

No way. Had Sehun sent Yeonjun to come find you? How could they have possibly known? You were all alone, against a formidable sorcerer? Your hands tremble as your lips quiver. Perhaps he’ll leave when he realises no one is home. Maybe he’ll think you’ve gone out with Taehyun.

You slink down onto the floor shakily, your breaths tumbling out of you as panic sets in. This wasn’t good. This came out of nowhere! You really hope Taehyun will come back soon!

Another knock resounds out, harsher this time. Another one. Fear consumes you as you find your legs unable to get up. This couldn’t be happening.

It goes eerily silent all of a sudden. Your breath hitches and muscles stiffen. Did he leave?

Just as your shoulders begin to ease, the door creaks. You hear a small sound reminiscent of chimes and the muffled murmur of his voice. Instantaneously, the front door flies off its hinges crashing into the wall and what little furniture there was with a humongous clatter. A scream rips out of your lips as you cover your head and curl up onto the floor.

Of course! Of course he uses his sorcery! Tears drip down your face as you clamp your eyes shut. The floor creaks as footsteps walk towards you accompanied by an incredibly demeaning chuckle.

“Goodness me, princess. Did I scare you?” Yeonjun muses. He coos, “If only you had opened the door, the first time I knocked. Too bad you’re a cautious little thing aren’t you? Did Taehyun teach you that? To not open the door for anyone, hm?” A breathy chuckle escapes his lips, almost as if he’s restraining his excitement.

You shiver, pitiful whimpers leaving your lips as you sit up peering back at the broken door. “Oh, I'm sure he can replace it. Just a little wood and his wand, hm? He won’t be too mad will he?” Yeonjun grins. The light from outside gleams in around him, making his tall figure that looms even more menacing.

He takes a step forward; his gaze trailing your frightened form as you scoot back. “Oh? Do you not recognise me, princess? Or was I so insignificant in your eyes? I suppose your brother was more keen.”

You steel yourself and speak with hatred in your tone, “Did Sehun send you here?”

For a moment he ponders your question before throwing his head back laughing. “How funny! Oh princess, princess, no. I came here of my own volition.” You stiffen. What? Did he come for Taehyun, not you?

“Did…did you come for Taehyun?” You stammer shakily. Yeonjun walks forward with a sinister smile, “Oh? Why do you ask that? Did he tell you about our little history?”

You go quiet. “Oh so he did,” Yeonjun darkly hums. “Oh, you must hate me, no? Despise me for my betrayal. I could sit here and plead for your approval, beg you to hear my side of the story princess, but you know what? I won’t.”

You tremble; the look in his eyes. It scares you; it’s deranged. The look of a predator who had finally locked in on its prey, knowing it would succeed with its kill.

“To think that pitiful waste of space got tangled up in your mess. What? Did you bat your pretty lashes up at him, beg at his feet and cry your little heart out, princess? He’s not easy to sway or get to open up, y’know?” Yeonjun muses looking down at you. Tears drip down your face.

He crouches down right in front of you with a dark smile. “Hm, just how much has he told you? Everything about me?” You seethe shakily, “You’re despicable, being partly responsible for their exile. You could have spoken up against your father.”

Yeonjun chuckles running his fingers through his blonde strands of hair, “Against my father? My, he really went into the gritty details, huh? You two have gotten real close, hm?”

Yeonjun’s eyes gaze at your nervous visage before dropping to your neck, his eyes catch a glimpse of a dark, almost bruised patch and a mockingly amused gleam lights up his eyes. “My, my… I’ve got my answer. Very close it seems. Huh, didn’t think he was that type. No…I didnt think he was your type.”

He laughs as you feel disgusted; your hand flies up to hide the love bite. “Oh, then I’m sure he won’t like me taking you away from him then.” You stiffen. “What?”

“You’re coming back to the palace, princess,” Yeonjun utters nonchalantly. “No-“ you yelp, scooting back and he sighs almost in a frustrated tone, “Oh don’t make this difficult.”

“You plan to hand me over to Sehun. He’ll- he’ll imprison me, no- execute me!”

Yeonjun stands up, looming over you with a malicious laugh leaving his lips, “Oh? I suppose I should break the news, eventually, though I suppose you’ll be happy.” He leans down slightly as his voice deepens, “He’s dead. Sehun is dead, princess.” His words seems to send whiplash throughout your body, “W-What?”

“He took his own life, tragic, hm?” Yeonjun muses. You quiver, “No, no. I don’t believe you. Surely, he wouldn’t after all he’s done…” Your eyes flicker panicked, “Who’s running the kingdom? The people?”

Yeonjun smiles and hums, “Look at you, getting worried for your beloved people, how noble. No need to fret,” he reaches his hand out grabbing your wrist, “I’m in charge.”

Writhing your wrist in his vice-like grasp, you grit out, “What? Temporarily, you mean.”

“Oh no; I plan to make it quite permanent princess,” Yeonjun tugs harshly and you stumble forward, your face inches from his. “And the last thing I want is the two of you ruining everything at the last minute,” he darkly whispers; his breath caressing your face. He almost says with sudden hushed glee, “So, come with me. Or I’ll make you. Who knows, maybe taking a walk with me may be good for both of us?”

You snarl, shoving him away and getting up, “You disgraceful man, all you care about is yourself. The nation is hanging on by a thread, thousands of lives are dependent and here you are. You selfish bastard!” You rage. Yeonjun’s jaw tightens, “Don’t piss me off, princess. It will not be pretty, I really am trying to be gentle with you.”

You bitterly scoff, “You are just a pitiful excuse of a man. No matter how much power you wish to have, nothing will change the weakness that lies inside of you. The pitiable jealousy you have. The urge to show others that you are superior.” His gaze becomes malevolent as he summons his wand in his right hand.

“Mm, aren’t you quite the talker? Reminds me of your brother, he was always quite foolish in these situations. Never really knew when to keep his mouth shut,” he sends a shot of mana aimed at you and you duck with yelp; it barely misses you.

He steps forward, his wand prickling with intense mana energy. The air was heating up, he was infuriated. “You have no idea what I’ll do to get what I want. How far I’m willing to go. And what I want now is you back in the palace.” You snarl, “You are insane!”

Yeonjun marches forward, grasping your forearm and you scream with all your might. You stretch your arm, leaning over to the kitchen counter and grabbing the knife and swinging it towards him. He lets go with a breathless laugh, “Now that was dirty move, princess.”

You really hope Taehyun heard you, or at least comes back by instinct. Your eyes peer at the opening where the door was. You were trapped here within these walls, you had to get out. Yeonjun catches your gaze and he menacingly murmurs, “Don’t even think about it.”

Immediately, you bolt, shoving past him and make your way to the exit. Before you can even make it one step outside, you feel your body suddenly buzz; a similar feeling when mana has entered your body. You feel electrified before a sharp pain pierces you. Your knees buckle and within moments; your vision blacks out.

Yeonjun sighs as he hears the thud of your body fall against the cobbled path. How unfortunate, he wanted to kindly escort you back, but no, you just had to take the hard route, as most people did. Well, he supposes it will do you some good to get some shut eye for the next few hours.

He can’t help but smirk as he sees your unconscious face, brushing the hair out of the way. Huh, no wonder Taehyun didn’t say no. Who could deny such a pretty face? Perhaps, if he’d waited a bit longer when he was younger, he’d have manipulated you, instead of Sehun. It would have been far more enjoyable for so many years. Having you as a lover, would have made it much easier to get the crown, no, you’d have probably handed it over to him, yourself.

Yeonjun muses, “Mm, if only you’d have been a little more cooperative.”

Wherever you were.

He was bound to follow.

Yeonjun’s eyes peer at the cabin and the messy interior, scattered books and broken furniture. Hm, surely he couldn’t leave without leaving a little gift for his dearest old friend. He snaps his fingers murmuring a few words as a spark escapes his fingers landing at the doorframe. Not like he’d need this place for much longer anyway.

Immediately flames begin travelling up the rickety wood and the house groans as if in pain. A twisted expression of admiration appears on Yeonjun’s face. His years of hard work, burning down. Perhaps, it was a touch too cruel, but he had to be humbled. After all, he shouldn’t have gotten involved. He needs to learn his lesson again.

With a prompt grunt, he scoops you up into his arms, beginning to walk. He smiles malevolently peering down at you.

“See you soon, old friend,” he hums, taking one final glance at the now blazing cabin before walking off with you in his arms.

Smoke rises from atop the forest canopy, though this time, not from a chimney, but from the burning remains of one’s desire to hope and dream.

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mamirhodessxox · 9 months ago

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Too Sweet (Part 3)

Stalker Professor!Cody x Ballerina Fem!Oc

Desc- Zoe is a 23 year old enrolled into University who is well known across campus fr participating in Ballet & even auditioning for one of the most important roles of the year, but she seems to be quite infatuated with her professor without realizing he is 100x more infatuated and obsessed with her, the two grow a bond and soon realize they would do whatever it takes just to be happily together forever.

Contents- Fluff, Angst, Smut in some chapters, Use of Alcohol & Marijuana, Arguments, Soft/hard Dom x Brat like pairing, Mutual Stalking, Murder, Violence, Gore Details, Kidnapping, inspired of off the show ‘You’ & ‘Black Swan’

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The night the football game quite literally caught on fire everyone had been in a state of shock. A week surpassed and Zoe still refused to speak with Cody once she saw him with another woman, he’d try to speak to her and make some sort of interaction in class but she didn’t budge one bit.

It was 5 nights before her swan lake performance & Zoe spent most of her nights at the dance studio practicing her moves even during after hours. The lights were dim, she assumed she was alone but once she had heard a door shut loudly she stopped her every move & turned her head in the direction she heard the slam “Hello?” Zoe called out and stood still but heard nothing, “Keith is that you?” She tried peaking through as carefully as she could before walking closer towards the sound

“Keith this isn’t funny you’re being an asshole.” Zoe frowned before switching on the lights and looking down the hall and seeing absolutely nothing, the entire studio felt eerie at that moment, just as she sighed and was moving back towards the room she originally sat in until she felt a tap behind her “I don’t like being ignored Zoe.” Cody announced while watching as Zoe turned to face him and glared “You’re not allowed here.” He quirked up an eyebrow “Well I don’t seem to give a singular fuck now do I?” She frowned at his words and turned back into the practice room and grabbed her things “Is this what you do? When a girl says she doesn’t want to have sex you bring another woman with you somewhere you knew I’d be and shove it in my face?” She questioned but Cody had a confused expression but soon sighed approaching her even closer “Is that what this is seriously about? Doll that was my co worker from that meeting before the game, she wanted to tag along that’s it. Nothing more.”

She stood still for a moment & lowered her head “Oh..” silence filled the room while Cody lowered himself and sat on the floor next to her “I’m sorry I made you worry off your pretty head like that love’ it won’t happen again” she looked at him and felt a small smile grow across her cheeks & kissed him before pulling away and messing with her hair “You’d look good with blonde hair” Cody chuckled while staring at her admiring all of the features that were scattered on her beautiful face “Yea? Well you never know what happens when I’m bored.”

She smiled and sat on his lap while they both sat in the middle of the dance studio in silence before he tangled his fingers within her hair and ghosted his lips against her neck and jawline while his hands ran up and down her back as his lips mumbled against her neck “You’re so stunning Zoe” she smiled before pressing a soft kiss against his head before slightly gripping at his hair before she pulled away from him and got up leaving him confused “Everything okay doll?” She smiled and grabbed her bag before Cody stood up & started following her around like a lost dog, “Sweetheart what’s the matter?” Zoe smiled once more before turning around to look at him once they made it out of the studio “If you do as much as look at another woman I’ll fucking kill her.” He stood in shock for a solid minute before smiling a little bit & grabbing her face kissing her roughly but she had shoved him off & glared “You don’t get to touch me, I’m still upset with you.” Cody frowned and grabbed at her hands but she retaliated and snatched them away from him “Get that woman to back off of you and then we’ll talk. It’s that easy.” She eyed him up and down before walking off.

Meanwhile Cody stood there after realizing it was as if Zoe had put some sort of bewitching spell upon him as he was completely willing to do anything she wanted just for a grasp of her attention, he liked her possessiveness & her attitude. But it’s something he would definitely get clowned on if one of his friends saw.

“This girl is your student?” His friend questioned as they sat in a bar late at night, Cody held his head in the palm of his hands sighing “She’s 23, really pretty, classy, she does fucking ballet” his friend snickered at his situation & pat Cody’s back “I don’t know what to do Seth. She’s like a fucking siren man” Seth furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back in his stool “Did you fuck her?” Cody raised his head & looked at his friend “She’s cockblocking me right now. She’s pissed so she’s giving me blue balls.” Seth laughed out at his best friend’s words “I went to the college football game with my female co worker a night after I had a ‘moment’ with Zoe & I guess she saw and was pretty mad.” Seth sighed before running his hand through his own hair “I guess you gotta figure it out then huh?”

The next day Zoe sat in the practice room with Nina & ignored her presence as she continued stretching “Your fucking him aren’t you?” Zoe lifted her head up and glared at Nina “What are you even talking about?” The red head smirked and shrugged her shoulders “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Mr Rhodes. It’s so obvious you’re screwing him, I see the way you glare anytime he interacts with other girls in our lesson. It’s pathetic honestly.” She glared even more before crossing her arms “I’m not sleeping with our profe-“ “not yet at least.” Zoe furrowed her expression and continued ignoring her. “I’m not judging you, I get it. He’s hot, it’s the hair isn’t it? Perhaps his voice? Or maybe just the fact he gives you any kind of attention”

“SHUT UP!” Zoe shouted out before staring down Nina and slamming down her performance shoes “You’re just mad because you didn’t get the role as swan queen so now your patronizing and bullying me over it because your not that fucking talented like you think you are, but your a grown fucking woman so get the fuck OVER IT!” she spat out before standing up & getting in Nina’s face “Let me guess you had to fuck our director for that role too?” Nina taunted before Zoe finally snapped and grabbed her by the throat causing the two to fight around the entire room, Thank god there weren’t any cameras, Zoe was slammed on the wall “You’re such a fucking skank!” Nina shouted before Zoe kicked her off directly in the stomach, Nina grabbed her arms and slammed the both of them both against the mirror covered wall causing Zoe to scream out once the glass made contact with her skin “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!” She screamed before grabbing the shards of glass and hovering over the weakened and bloodied girl who was fighting back to get her to stop but ultimately Zoe wouldn’t budge and slit her throat with the sharp glass piece & breathed out as blood dripped from her arms & cheek, she laid next to the lifeless body as she took a moment to process what happened before crawling towards her bag & grabbing her phone & calling Cody, “Hello?” She breathed out in relief once he picked up “I-I need help at the studio..It’s bad.. bring a first aid kit if you can please..”

Cody furrowed his eyebrows as he held the phone against his ear “Are you oka-“ she hung up on him and sat as she watched the blood roll out from Nina’s throat, For some reason she didn’t feel scared or guilty, she felt excited, adrenaline ran through her veins and that moment, blood started drying against her skin, she had no idea what to so until she heard a sigh from behind her followed with a “Fuck.” She turned around and saw Cody. She stood up and rushed over to him “She kept f-fucking taunting me about you & she wouldn’t s-stop so we got in a fight and she slammed us both in the mirror & I didn’t know what to do so I panicked and- you can clearly see how that went..” he nodded before looking down at Zoe before running a hand down her face despite the blood “Let’s clean the room up and get rid of her & figure out what to do then alright?” She nodded at his words before he grabbed gloves from the first aid kit he had brought and carried Nina carefully to his car & immediately stuffed her in the trunk & rushing back inside of the studio & found the utilities closet & grabbed cleaning products & began to clean up the bloody mess while Zoe got rid of any glass shards and quickly came up with an excuse as to why the large mirror was broken incase anybody asked her tomorrow. Once they were done cleaning Cody approached Zoe & held her face in the palm of his hand

“I’m gonna drop you off at your dorm with the first aid & you’re gonna take a shower, wash your clothes & if you need to, stitch yourself up alright?” She nodded before pressing a soft kiss against his lips “Why aren’t you scared?” She muttered before running her lips down his neck “Because I have no room to be scared.” She tilted her head in a confused manner but brushed it off before they left the now clean studio with her belongings.

Cody dropped her off before he drove out of town and handled the body & cleaned the back of his car before driving back into town and checking up on Zoe until she texted him instructions to not come over due to her friends being at the dorm after she took her shower.

“I’m still in shock after that fire incident, wasn’t a body found that night too?” Alice spoke as everyone sat in the room while Zoe laid in her bed as if nothing happened earlier “man I don’t know. This university is filled with a bunch of crazy ass bitches, remember my ex Nina?” Keith blurted out while taking a hit off of his freshly rolled blunt Mae laughed out as she filed her nails “Of course we do, isn’t Nina in your psychology class Zo?” The brunette turned her head and thought for a moment “Yeah she’s in my ballet group too, Keith can confirm he volunteers help every Friday” Zoe mumbled before sitting up from her bed “She’s off the chain nuts, she sprained my ankle when I got the swan queen role & not her” Alice scoffed and continued braiding her own hair “She’s just mad that she’s talentless, You’ve been in the ballet game for almost your entire life, she’s been in it since fucking senior year of high school.” Zoe’s phone pinged & she quickly checked it only to see Cody had texted her to come outside, “I’ll be right back I think I dropped something outside.”

Cody sat in his car in the parking lot as he watched her scamper towards him & got in the car “Are you feeling alright doll? Any sort of panic?” She shook her head with a smile dancing on her face “It’s as if it never happened.” He chuckled and leaned across the arm rest so he could kiss her more easily “Why don’t you spend the night with me tonight? It’s sunday, you having nothing else going on today” she smiled at the offer & nodded before her face dropped a little bit “Are we gonna get in trouble?” He shrugged as he started driving the car “Not unless you say something or act suspicious.” Zoe raised a brow while turning her head towards him “How are you not internally freaking out? You disposed a goddamn body that I murdered.” He grinned and looked at her for a split second “And a body that I handled sweetheart. This isn’t my first rodeo.”

“What do you mean?” He stopped at a red light and smiled at her before holding onto her hand “You didn’t know?” She tilted her head “I set the guy you were making out with at the game on fire.” Zoe’s heart dropped and sat still for a moment as he said it like it meant absolutely nothing, “Are we murderers?” Cody laughed lightly as he gripped the steering wheel “Not if people find or sweetheart. As long as nobody knows we’re innocent.” He wasn’t joking. Zoe didn’t fee guilty, quite honestly she hoped that Nina’s final day would hit. “So other than today, how has practice been for you?” She heard Cody’s voice ring through her ears and noticed they were at another stop light, her thighs tightened against each other the more he spoke. “Zoe?” Her head snapped towards him as she smiled & pushed her hair away “Uhm- it’s good, I’m really focused on this performance..I’ve grown quite passionate honestly.” He hummed as he pulled into his driveway and looked at her

“You know I would do anything for you right?” Zoe smiled at his words when they both stepped out of the car “like kill someone for me?” He grinned and pressed her against the front day “Already did that but I’ll do it again if you ask” he teased before pressing his lips against hers & slipped his tongue past her lips while pressing her closer and closer against his body, she held the side of his face before ripping herself away from his body once she had realized something.

He wasn’t joking about killing for her and neither was she. They were both sick in the fucking head that they are convinced they’re innocent no matter what because to them. It’s normal. That’s what love is right?

Having the confidence to murder someone else for the love of another?

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maroonmagic · 10 months ago

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He Just Can’t Help It

cw:timmy being horny,cursing,mentions of masturbation,mentions of wet dreams, dirty talk. all characters are aged up and of age

to the untrained eye,most people would assume that Timmy has absolutely no respect for you when in all actuality,he has nothing BUT respect for you,you just also make him so horny he forgets to be normal also

and listen,listen! it’s not his fault,you’re the first woman (besides wanda or his mother)to speak to him with slight affection since Trixie. and the only reason that Danny and Jimmy let him do the things he does is because they know he respects you,more than he does them.

now granted if anyone else heard the way Timmy spoke to you they’d be ready to knock his head off his shoulders

“oh come on y/n! just let me motorboat you this once and i promise i’ll stop asking for a week!”

Jimmy and Danny both rolled their eyes at Timmy’s recent antics as you shook your head yet again before leaving the lab,prefacing it with needing to look into a tip the team had received

and as soon as you were out the lab and out of earshot,Timmy let’s put a loud groan as he slammed his head into the table and groaned loudly again

the whole problem Timmy always had when it came to being face to face with you is that he fumbles,again it’s not his fault! you’re just so pretty and he can’t control his mouth sometimes

it’s not like he wants to be like this,he wants to be like Danny and actually be able to be around you and not make a fool of himself,he can’t just help the fact that he really,really, really wants to take you back to his room and make you squeal his name the way you do when he scares you

and anyone would think he’d be like this with other girls and they would think wrong,Timmy couldn’t give less than two fucks about other girls,not when there’s you. hell this man becomes antisocial when there’s other girls around,glaring at them from across the room,but as soon as you enter the room he becomes the brightest ray of sunshine

pulling you as close as he can to him on the couch while his mind just starts to roll through all the dirty thoughts he’s had about you in the last hour,taking the chance to whisper them in your ear while ignoring everyone else in the room

“do you wanna guess how many times i’ve thought about bending you over the kitchen counter while you make dinner? wonder how well you can remember a recipe while I knock around that pretty little brain of yours. always look so pretty flutterin’ around in there..”

he gets so annoyed when one of the other girls try and interject into your “conversation”,trying to pipe in and tell TImmy how’d he’d have so much more fun with her than he would with you,he glared at her

“did i fuckin’ ask? cause i honestly don’t remember asking a non fuckin factor about who’d i enjoy spending my time with,now go find Danny or Manny or someone and go give ‘em a blowie, huh?!”

he becomes so much more mouthy and stupid when you’re in your glasses,claiming you needed a break from your contacts while Jimmy chimed in about how it was always better to do one thing or another, Timmy didn’t know,all he knew was that he wanted one thing in his entire life in that moment

so later that evening,when you were sitting on the couch between him and Danny while in your comfy oversized shirt and shorts that he swore didn’t even deserve to be called such,he just let his mouth take control

“can i jack off over your face and cum on your glasses?”

soda sprayed out of Danny’s nose at Timmy’s boldness and you just stared at him wide eyed and mouth slightly agape,that’s when Timmy took the second shot

“close your mouth before i stick something in it”

“Dude!”

Danny yelled as he stared at Timmy astonished and you quickly closed your mouth and your cheeks burned

“I um,I-i’m gonna go grab a snack.”

and you quickly got up and made your way to the kitchen while Timmy slid down in his seat and groaned into his hoody,Danny side eyed the younger man and shook his head

“Waaay too far this time my guy,I mean i know we were both thinking it but come on,have some decorum”

Timmy glared at him slightly before standing up

“well excuse the fuck outta me! we all can’t be mr.smooth fuckin talker like you Danny!”

before storming off for his room,pulling his hood up over his hat while he tried to get down the corridor and into his room as quickly as he could,he was almost there. just round the corner and-

THUD! OOF!

timmy runs smack dab right into you,knocking you flat on your butt,both of your eyes widened as you both realized who it was and timmy’s cheeks burned red as he scrambled to help you up while trying his best not to make a fool of himself more

“ahh,f-fuck,here come on get up. a-are you good? yeah? okay good”

he rushes through the entire thing because if he doesn’t get away from you quick enough he already knows he’s gonna say something stupid

and as soon as he’s in his room with the door slammed shut,he’s sliding down the door with his head in his hands right before groaning shy and letting his head fall back against the door over and over again

“sweet fuckin goin there Timothy, ‘can i jack off over your face and cum on your glasses’ like who the actual hell asks that out loud”

he quietly reprimanded himself as he readied for bed,plopping down on his bed as he let out a yawn and a sigh before slowly falling asleep

and you would think this is where poor timmy would get some reprieve from his brain just making him think the most dirtiest and debauched things about you and yet again dear reader,you would be wrong

no at this point of him reaching REM sleep his mind is in overdrive,all of the dirty thoughts just hiding in the crevices in his mind come out of hiding and make themselves known,slamming themselves into the door of his dream world where he keeps his version of you hidden

the version he’s not afraid to speak to and tell all of his innocent thoughts to,the version he can be open and honest with and not worry about making a fool of himself in front of

that’s until the first thought slips through the door and slams right in,corrupting the soft warmth and plushness his perfect world currently held,every single thing the thought touches turns grimy and dirty

and the rest of the thoughts follow and now he’s left looking at their version of you,the one that’s always just so willing to let him touch you in anyway he wants,letting him pull you into him,under him

the version that sings his name just oh so sweetly it makes him tremble while you pull him into you more and more,closer and deeper and-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“no no no! fuck come on it was just about to get so good!”

the version of you looked up at him sadly while he whined and tried to cling to you before reality ripped him away and he was back and alone in his bedroom at headquarters

he groaned loudly as he punched the pillow next to him before slamming his hand down on his alarm and sitting up in his bed before pulling back his blankets

“are you fuckin serious universe… i’m 26 I shouldn’t still be having wet dreams!”

timmy grunted softly as he rose from his bed and headed to his bathroom to take care of his issue and get ready for the day,giving himself a pep talk about how he was going to be normal around you today and actually THINK before speaking

he nodded to himself some as he started down the corridor for the kitchen where you were making breakfast for everyone,this was his chance

“good mornin’ sweet tits! mind if i use a little of your milk for my coffee?”

fuck. hey,it’s not his fault

He just can’t help it

well done that was fun to write 😶 but hey,i had to give some insight for why timmy is the way he is,like yeah he’s horny but it’s only for you!

#divider by cafekitsune #maroonmagic.🔮#maroon thirst #holy shit #danny phantom #jimmy neutron #timmy turner #nicktoons #nicktoons unite

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dantakeyoman · 2 years ago

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Neteyam Defends You From Ao’nung and His Friends (SFW / Comfort)

Reader is a Fem! Omaticaya! Half Breed ( mom scientist got busy with a Na’vi warrior; both are now dead )

CW: Ao’nung cruel teasing and lowkey kinda evil, words like “freak” are used, Neteyam and Lo’ak got them hands, Neteyam is a cheeky lil’ shit

“Do not get me wrong, Kiri. I am loving spending this time with you. But please tell me what we are looking at,” you politely laughed, amused by Kiri’s wonderment at some wet sand.

“Don’t you see, (y/n). It is beautiful! This place is like a new world!” she beamed as she lifted her head from the shallow water, her now wet hair sticking to her face.

“This place is fascinating! Right down to the grains of sand.”

She promptly stuck her head right back under.

You sighed, shaking your head with a smile as you looked out into the distance.

She wasn’t wrong, this place really was beautiful.

The animals, the reefs, the crystal clear water. All were really a sight to behold.

And Kiri was your friend, anyways. So as long as she was happy, you were happy.

If only some of the Metkayina felt the same way.

“Look at them! They are just staring at sand,” Rotxo laughed, the sound of slow-moving water coming closer and closer.

Speak of the demon.

Kiri carefully lifted her head from the water once again, giving the group of boys above a perplexed look.

“What’d you say?” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Are you two some kind of....freaks?” Ao’nung asked slowly, earning a couple laughs from his friends behind him.

Kiri scoffed as she stood up, slightly hurt by the comment. “No.”

“Leave us alone, Ao’nung,” you growled, aggressively standing up and coming at eye level with with the boy.

He had been giving you, Kiri, and Lo’ak constant shit since the moment you got there.

So to say that you weren’t his biggest fan would be a vast understatement.

“Are you sure? I mean...look at her,” he laughed, walking around you to get to Kiri, grabbing her hand and holding it up roughly. “You have demon blood. You are aliens.”

Kiri winced in pain at his grip, and you glared, quickly shoving the boy away from your friend.

Ao’nung’s friends hissed, closing you into a circle and waiting for his word to pounce.

“You do not touch her! And she is not a freak,” you spat, your tail swishing in anger.

He could talk all he wanted, but you do not lay hands on someone as close to you as Kiri.

“(y/n), let’s just go. They’re not worth it,” Kiri huffed, trying to find a gap between the boys so she could drag you out.

“Do not think you are safe, either,” Ao’nung shot a quick nod to his friends, all of them suddenly grabbing you.

“Au! Let go of me!” you shouted, thrashing in their hold as they tried their best to hold you still.

“(y/n)!” Kiri exclaimed, trying to push past the circle to get to you, but one of the boys shoved her to the ground, hard.

“Look at your feet,” he laughed, grabbing your ankle and holding it up.

“Five toes? You have just as much demon blood as she does.”

You hissed, swinging over your other foot to kick him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

“(y/n)!” Kiri gasped, eyes wide.

That was the Olo’eyktan’s son. They were going to be in deep shit for this.

The boy’s that held you tightened their grip, now thrashing you.

They were grabbing so hard, your skin was beginning to bruise.

Ao’nung got up with a scowl on his face, all of his anger aimed directly at you.

“Why you little-!” “Let go of her! a familiar voice ordered darkly, angry footsteps getting louder and louder.

You turned to your left to see an angry Neteyam stalking towards Ao’nung, absolutely livid.

Oh, shit.

You had only seen Neteyam this mad a few times before.

Where his nose was slightly scrunched, his eyebrows creased, and his expression stone cold.

You knew he’d hate it if you said this to him, but he looked a lot like his dad.

“Oh, look. Another freak!” Ao’nung chuckled with a smirk, not taking the boy seriously.

“You heard me. Put her down, now.” Neteyam snarled, getting into Ao’nung’s face without hesitation.

For a quick moment, you could see a flicker of fear flash in Ao’nung’s eyes.

Sure, he had the upper body strength over Neteyam, but no training once soever in how to use it.

Neteyam, on the other hand, had sparred with his brother and father just for situations just like this.

And his dad was Toruk Makto anyway so...

Ao’nung nodded to the boys that held you, all of them dropping you face first in the sand.

Fuck.

Neteyam hissed at Ao’nung, giving him a firm shove.

“I said put! Not drop!”

“You need some help, bro?” Lo’ak casually walked over, noticing the commotion from not so far away.

To be honest, it was making all the adults in the reef stare.

“I have this handled,” Neteyam glared at the Metkayinan boy, before turning to the rest of his friends.

“This is for all of you. If any of you lays a hand on (y/n) or my sister, you will have to answer to me.”

“And me,” Lo’ak chimed seriously, cracking his knuckles in his fist.

You lifted your face from the sand, your face covered with it, and your nose dripping in a little blood.

You had heard everything.

And were incredibly flatter that they were going through so much, just because of this one instance.

“Oh, really?” Ao’nung mused, slowly walking over to you, who was laying down on the ground, stomach facing up.

“So what would you do if I did...this?”

And just like that, he landed a swift and hard kick to the side of your rib.

You let out a pained gasp and clutched your side, curling into yourself to protect in case he tried again.

“ILEY!” Neteyam let out a battle cry, sucker punching Ao’nung in the face before tackling him to the ground.

“Alright!” Lo’ak smiled, jumping into the fight by punching two of Ao’nung’s friends.

As their battle raged on, Kiri ran over to you, carefully pulling you away from the action.

“For Eywa’s sake! Are you okay?!” Kiri frantically asked, concerned.

Now that you were finally starting to regulate your breathing, you were able to speak again.

You would have to thank Tsireya for the breathing lessons.

“I am okay, Kiri,” you assured her, trying your best to sit up. But it only shot more pain through your rib.

You hissed, and she carefully pushed you back down, resting your head in her lap.

“No way. You are in no condition to sit up.”

You sighed, seeing your only option was to watch the fight.

You turned your head to the boys, only to see that the fight was already coming to a close.

The Metkayina boys were slowly starting to run away, one by one, until finally, Ao’nung tucked his tail between his legs and swam back to the village.

Leaving Neteyam and Lo’ak standing victorious, a little bruised, but otherwise okay.

In a fight that was 4 - 2, those boys had lost.

Shameful.

Now that that was done, Neteyam turned his attention to you, and quickly jogged over.

“Is she alright, Kiri?” he asked, worry lacing his tone.

“Peachy keen,” you said sarcastically, a phrase Norm had taught you back when you lived with the Omaticayans.

“It looks like her rib his bruised, but nothing too serious. She might need help walking, though,” Kiri answered, looking down at you with a sigh.

Neteyam nodded, not hesitating to scoop you up in his arms and carry you, bridal style.

“I’m taking her back to mom so she can patch her up,” he let his two siblings know.

“Alright. We’re righhhht behind you,” Lo’ak knowingly smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at his older brother.

Neteyam sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics before starting off.

“That was really cool. What you did for me. Thank you,” you weakly smiled up at him, the sight nearly breaking his heart.

You perfect face was littered with sand, blood, and bruises.

Yet somehow, you still seemed to look gorgeous...no, beautiful under the growing moonlight.

“There is no need to thank. I simply did the right thing,” he played off with a smile, looking off into the distance so you wouldn’t catch him staring.

You slowly lifted your hand, cupping his cheek and turning his to face you, a dark blue hue rising onto his cheeks.

He had a split lip, and a little bit of blood on his ear, the split lip making him look even more handsome ( if that was possible ).

But other than that, he was pretty much unharmed.

“You did something you didn’t have to do. And I’m thanking you for it,” you gave him a playful poke in the cheek.

“Now accept it.”

He chuckled at your childishness, looking down at your honey eyes with nothing but admiration behind his.

“What will you do if I don’t?” he smirked, obviously egging you on.

You accepted the challenge, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a rough kiss.

He went wide eyed. the kiss taking him completely by surprise, but he returned it anyway, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly.

You swiped your tongue over his lip, him quickly adjusting his grip on you to one hand so he could tuck a hand in your hair.

You kissed like this for a few more seconds, a couple of intermittent “ews” and “wrap it ups” coming from the brother and sister not too far behind you two.

As you separated, stupid smiled graces each of your faces.

“Do you accept it now?” you asked with a smirk, cocking an eyebrow.

“I think I still need a little more encouragement,” he smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

You laughed, using your hand to smush his lips way as you approached the village, a furious Jake shouting at Ao’nung on the docks.

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #atwow x reader #atwow #omitacaya

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0darkonyx0 · 3 years ago

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Are you my Dad?

A/N: I'll probably write more in this universe but it wont be as lengthy cause this ideas was just very cute and I still have ideas. This also was BARELY proofread

Summary: When Techno was going to search that abandoned fallout shelter he did not expect much but what he wasn't expecting was a child

(Nuclear Apocalypse/Fallout AU)

Platonic! Technoblade x Child! reader

Word count:1.8k

Warnings: apocalyptic themes?

This kind of apocalypse is based off the fallout games also TECHNODAD

To be fair, Technoblade didn't think this would happen. He had been on his way back from a job when discovered this old abandoned fallout shelter. He decided to go and search it for any supplies it had. Techno hadn't really expected much knowing that raiders most likely got to it before he had. But what he wasn't expecting was a seemingly alive child inside a cryogenic chamber.

‘Child pog...ORPHAN..Blood for the Blood god...take them… BLOOD.. ’

Techno tuned out the voices as they badgered on and on. He then scanned over the rest of the room. There were about a dozen chambers and the data tablets all showed them to be flatlined except the one with the kid. They looked no older than 4 years old from what he could tell. He didn't bother with it so he proceeded to go back to searching for anything useful and was about to exit the room until he heard a mechanical hissing sound from behind him. Alarm bells rang as his instincts went off, and he pulled out his pistol, turned around and aimed only to see the child that was once in the cryo chamber out in the open air staring up at him with unaware doe eyes. Techno realizing that there was no danger, slowly put down his weapon as he watched as the kid stumbled on their feet like a newborn deer due to them only coming unfrozen not even a minute ago. Once the kid got stable footing, they walked over to Techno and gazed up at him in curiosity. “Hullo” muttered Techno, looking down at them. The kid continued to blink up at him in curiosity, head tilted as he continued “What are you looking at?” He then crouched down to the kids level and tilted his head back at the kid. The kid proceeded to stare at him in curiosity until unexpectedly, the kid reached out and touched their hands to his face, gripping onto his tusks and touching his mutated features confused since they were different from their own. He almost thought he felt his heart squeeze a little at the kid's small hand curiously felt his face. He gently moves and pries the kids hands from his tusks and face and stands back up.

‘Little baby…. SO SMALL…. ADOPT….E...EW ORPHAN…PROTECT..’

As the voices cooed , Techno huffs and goes on his way to the door and exits the room. He held his weapon out at the ready since creatures tended to wander around fallout shelters especially abandoned ones. As he walked through halls, he could hear the tapping of small feet following him, very different sounding from his own hooved feet. Looking over his shoulder he saw the curious eyes from earlier peeking out from a corner. This proceeded to happen several times and with each time it amused him more and more. The kid followed him around like a duckling would as he searched through the room in the vault. He had been in the medical bay, looking around when he heard a small yelp of fear behind him. He turned in urgency and saw the child, cornered by a adroach with it trying to bite them. In urgency he pulled out his modified bat and killed it. The kid was clearly terrified, with tears streaming down their face. Once they noticed it was dead they ran over to him hiding their face into Techno’s body, clinging to him. Techno went still, not knowing what to do. He slowly patted their back in an attempt of comfort. “..It's okay…?” Techno said, unsure if that would be any help to console the child that was currently clinging to him. It seemed to work because slowly the kid stopped crying ‘TECHNOSOFT…..PROTECT…..BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD...TECHNOPROTECT…’

When the kid was calmed down enough techno tried to pry his shirt from the kids tight grip but they wouldn't budge. He had almost had the kid pried off of him but the kid looked as if they were about to cry again and decided not to try anymore. Techno signed and looked down at the clinging child and said reluctantly “Seems like you’ll be traveling with me for now, since you obviously can't take care of yourself..” ”The name is Technoblade.. You got a name?” he asked. “(y/n)...” the kid muttered out , it being muffled due to their face still being pushed into his pants. Technoblade didn't see the point of searching anymore due to the addition to his party and for the fact that there wasn't much of anything. “C’mon kid.. You need to let go. I can't move properly with you clinging to my leg like that” Techno told the kid. The kid looked reluctant but did so now only holding Techno’s wrist. He let the kid do it. Pulling the kid along he navigated his way with the help of his modified Pip Boy to the entrance he came in which happened to be the vault door that is in mangled bits. He gently pulled the kid along to the opening where they both could see a dirt tunnel with sunlight at the end. “Let's get going, kid” Techno ushered them along the path to the dirt tunnel until they exited. Techno shielded his eye from the sun with his hand. It didn't affect him much since he only was down there for a couple of hours but it affected (y/n) the worst since they were hiding their face into Techno’s body. Once their eyes got used to the brightness of the sunlight they slowly peeked out and removed their face from techno’s body. Checking his surroundings he looks down at his Pip Boy’s map to see how long it would take to get to the nearest town. His main mission was to get back to L’Manburg so he could get his payment for the job he took. The closest town was a few hours on foot and L’Manburg was even longer, being a couple of days away. He sighed looking down at the kid, the kid looked back up at him. “You ready?” Techno asks and the kid nods their head aggressively giving Techno a toothy bright smile. ‘I'm so done for’ Techno thought, feeling his heart squeeze tighter than before.

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It was 2 and a half hours into the walk when (y/n) started to slow down tiredly. Their eyes drooped tiredly, not wanting to walk anymore they tugged on Techno’s sleeve. Techno stopped and looked down at them. “What?” Techno asked. (y/n) looked up and made a grabbing motion upward, signaling they wanted up. “mm..sleepy..Teh-no bade..” they muttered tiredly and pouted. Internally he totally wouldn't admit his heart absolutely melted at the kid's sleepy actions and how they said his name. He almost didn't pick up the kid but he fought against that thought and picked them up in his arms ,holding them with one. Once in his arms the kid nuzzles into his neck.

‘TECHNODAD...DADNOBLADE...AWWWW…..SO CUTE….LITTLE DUCKLING..TIRED LITTLE ONE...’

His heart almost certainly exploded. ”It’s pronounced Tech-no-blade” He quietly corrected, smiling slightly down at the kid that was slowly falling into slumber. For the short amount he has spent with this kid he just knew he wouldn't be able to leave them, no matter how hard he would try. He’d protect and care for them until he couldn't anymore.

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The trip was quite chaotic but they finally made it to L’Manberg. He comes to find out on this trip that once (y/n) got more comfortable with him they seemed to be more talkative and even more curious than before. They were quite the chatterbox, babbling about anything and constantly asking questions about anything and everything even if they aren't the best at speaking. Usually the senseless talking would annoy him since he had grown up with Tommy but he found it endearing in a way. It grew to be the same thing with Tommy as well. Now that they are at the destination he can get his payment for the job ,maybe buy some things for the youngling and pick up some more bounties and jobs. Currently the kid is perched on his shoulders having the time of their life, them having never been up so high. They were giggling lots, gripping onto his dull pink hair to stay upright. They were quite the duo as they were gaining a ton of stairs. A little human getting a shoulder ride from a 7’8 mutated half pigman that is known as the Blood God. Techno could care less since he can just give a small glare and they would run away due to his status around here. He needed to get his payment jobs from the broker at the Las Nevadas bar so he could get back on his way but he first needed to drop off the kid at his home. Techno proceeded to change course to his residence. He started to walk off in the direction of his house. The little one on his shoulders had long since gone quiet until they piped up with a question.

“Where are we?”

“We’re going to my house”

Once his eyes caught the sight of the door to his home he lifted the kid off his shoulders and set them down on the ground. Pulling the keys out to the lock, he opens the door and guides (y/n) in. Once he closed the door behind them (y/n) let go of his hand and ran off to explore their new environment. Not long after he soon heard the tapping of claws on wood coming rapidly towards him. The thing that had been making all the running towards him had come into sight as his dog Floof came barreling towards him. Crouching down with a small smile, he meets the dog on the floor and gives him all the pets he couldn't give him when he was out. Once he looked up he noticed the kid tugging at his sleeve while looking at Floof in curiosity and slight apprehension. “..What's dat?” they asked, still looking at Floof. “This is Floof, my dog” “Oh” they nod in understanding. “He won't bite, don't worry. ”He reassures them. The apprehension from before completely disappears and courage is shown as they bend down and pet the dog the same as how they saw Techno do it. Techno looks at them in straight fondness unexpectedly. Honestly he thought he didn't really like children all that much but when he met the little one somewhere deep inside instantly would kill for the kid and it got attached. ”I'm going to go out for a bit, be good both of you and stay here, ok?” He tells them. (y/n) and pulls their attention back to Floof and gives it all their attention. His mouth upturns slightly and he proceeds to leave his home to get his money for his bounty.

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Taglist: @strawberrymilkgeorge @struggling-with-time @bugsinmycoldsoup

#platonic #child!reader #mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #nuclear apocalypse #technodad #mcyt fanfiction #reader is a small child #fluff #fallout au #found family

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itshuu · 3 years ago

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3. making it up to his angry s/o

pairing bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

word count 902 words

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it all started with a petty argument that occurred after you returned from homework study with a majority of classmates from 1A

which included midoriya and todoroki

rather than a study though it was you who was tutoring the others that were confused after being begged by mina

however bakugou was not impressed in the slightest

when you returned to his dorm room with a snack and a warm but tired smile just for him to scowl and glare back at you harshly you were rather shocked

he shrugged off your displays of affection and remained silent when trying to start conversation

fed up, you sighed and left him alone for the night

the next morning right before the start of class you quickly slipped into your seat without sparing him a glance or a “good morning”

he was absolutely seething

after class he approached you, took your bag to carry and asked if you were ready to eat lunch to which you deadpanned at him in return

“oh, now you can speak?”

standing up, you snatched your bag from him and walked straight out of the classroom

stunned, he froze for a second before grabbing his belongings and following right after you

during trainings he would peek at you every now and then to check up on you and refill your water bottle when you distracted

after training you left immediately to which bakugou followed 3ft behind

occasionally he would call your name to test the waters but each time he was greeted with silence

when you got back to the dorms you went straight to your room to which bakugou scoffed

he grumbled under his breath in frustration heading into the kitchen

as soon as you got back to your room you dropped your bag on the floor and laid down

you felt disgustingly sweaty from training, strangely itchy from bakugou’s heated stares and frustration from this entire situation

sighing you got up, grabbed some fresh clothes and headed to the dorm showers

after a nice cooling shower to clear the mind you waltzed back into your room to find bakugou sitting at your floor table with a plate of your favorite dish

clicking your tongue you went straight to your bed and planted face first

“get out” you said muffled

after a few seconds of silence you heard the door quietly open then close

…did he really leave?

you slowly peeked your head up to check

the dish still there, bakugou not

you can’t help but feel your heart sink as you drop your head back into your bed and let out a frustrated sigh

slowly you maneuvered yourself to sit in front of the steaming plate of food

you begin to eat as an overwhelming weight sits in your chest

how could he possibly leave before resolving the very issue he caused?

you couldn’t help the tears that slipped out your eyes as you munched on your meal

completely blinded by disbelief by bakugou’s actions you didn’t catch the sound of the door being opened and closed revealing the very man that wounded your heart

when he heard a sniffle he froze in his steps along with your favorite bouquet of flowers in his hand

he approached slowly to see you tear-streaked cheeks

“hey” he muttered quietly

you slowly directed your attention to the sound of his voice, locking eyes with red orbs filled with guilt

“I thought you left me” you whimpered

then you noticed the beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand, your favorite

bakugou sighed as he set the flowers on the floor, picking you up, placing you on the bed and laying on top of you

hugging you tightly and burying his face in your chest

“m’ sorry” he mumbled

“you studying with fuckin’ deku and that icy-hot bastard pissed me off and I took it out on you”

squeezing your waist even tighter he repeated again this time with a shaky breath and quieter voice

“m’ so sorry”

just like that the heavy weight that has been occupying the space in your chest for what has felt like hours has faded

carefully you threaded your hands through his spiky blonde hair and felt him relax slowly

“don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” you huffed

he nodded in your chest and you grinned like an idiot

“seriously y/n if I make you cry you need to beat some fuckin’ sense into me”

you giggled quietly shaking your head

“you just added too much hot sauce to the rice katsu”

his head shot up as he gave you a confused look

“the fuckin’ food made you cry?”

you nodded and made a sound of agreement to which he released a breath of relief

“oh please, you think I’d ever cry over your ridiculous behavior?” you asked giving him a teasing look to which he just grunted

laughing at him you gently grabbed his face and pressed a sweet, delicate kiss on his forehead

thank god, he thought

he’d never want to hurt you

#bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha scenarios #mha imagines #bnha x you #bnha x reader #mha x you #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugou scenarios #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x gn!reader #bakugou x y/n

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lilhawkeye3 · 4 years ago

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Could I get 21. “Kiss On A Dare” with Gibbs perhaps? 🥺👉👈

hello there May 😏✌🏽

21 • from this prompt list

Gibbs x Reader • prompt masterlist

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“You’re playing truth or dare?” Abby asked, spinning around in Gibbs’ chair as she watched you and Tony have a glare-off.

“More like dare or dare at this point,” Tony corrected, narrowing his eyes at you.

You crossed your arms. “The hardest part is coming up with a good enough dare,” you explained with a smirk. “Tony’s just mad that he can’t top the one I gave him.”

He gave an incredibly fake laugh before reverting to his earlier glare. “I could’ve been killed.”

Abby stopped spinning to observe Tony curiously. “What were you dared to do?”

You grin wickedly. “Steal one of Ziva’s–”

“I’ve got it!” Tony shouted, interrupting what had the potential to be his death certificate if you continued speaking and Ziva found out. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs triumphantly. “I dare you to kiss the next person that comes into the bullpen!” He smirked and tossed you a wink as he pulled out his phone– of course he’d be trying to take a picture for blackmailing purposes. “McGee should be arriving anyyy minute now.”

You sighed and rose from your seat, closing your eyes and counting to three to keep from hitting Tony. Footsteps were quickly approaching. You weren’t about to chicken out of such a simple dare. You’d apologize to McGee– or stars-forbid, Ziva– afterwards.

Just as the person came to a stop behind you, you quickly spun on your heel, grabbed the lapels of the jacket, and kissed them hard.

You kept your lips pressed against theirs even as the person put their hands on your waist, holding you steady. They were firm under your hands but their lips were impossibly soft against yours, and you found your mind going blank.

“Uh… boss?”

Wait. That was McGee’s voice.

Wait… jacket lapels. Only two people on your team wore those. And… if McGee was currently speaking, then…

Oh, fuck.

You jumped away from Gibbs faster than if you’d burned your hand on the stovetop. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’d just kissed your boss.

Kissed Gibbs.

In front of your entire team.

His startling blue eyes were already trained on you when you slowly looked up to meet his gaze. You were absolutely terrified of what you’d find there, but to your surprise, he seemed fairly amused.

“Next time, you could give me a warning first,” he smirked, hand squeezing your hip before it dropped back to his side.

Next time? You were fairly certain your jaw had dropped and would need to be manually closed.

“DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked, speaking more loudly this time but without taking his eyes away from you.

“Yeah, boss?” You’d never heard his voice so uncertain or shaky.

“Run.” Gibbs waited for DiNozzo to get a headstart fast-walking to the elevators before he ducked back in to plant a light peck on your cheek. In a whirl of his coat tails, he was gone, hot on DiNozzo’s trail and leaving you and McGee both standing shellshocked in his wake.

“Did you really just…?” McGee asked, half-heartedly pointing in the direction they’d gone.

You numbly nodded, fingers drifting up to touch your lips in an attempt to convince yourself that this had really happened. “He’s a good kisser,” you blankly replied, brain still trying to catch up to the present.

McGee heavily sighed and turned to go back to his desk. “This is going to be a long day.”

#jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #kiss prompts #anthony dinozzo #tim mcgee #abby sciuto #fanfic

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tonguetiedraven · 3 years ago

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Bonrin but Rin is a wild demon

I'm so sorry for the wait! I'm afraid I've gotten behind on these `((*゜Д゜)ゞ”

Thank you so much for the prompt ^^ This is the first half of the story. I've got a link to the full story at the end :D (It's on ao3 in my get together collection :) )

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Bon figured his chances were fifty/fifty on making it out of here. He wasn’t a particularly gifted tamer — he wasn’t the gentlest of people, and some demons required gentle touches—but it wasn’t like he had a lot of choices right now.

This demon wasn’t like the type he usually tried to work with. Karura, Varuna, even the sylphs, they all could deal with his gruff side.

If this demon could, Bon was going to live another day. If it didn’t… well, hopefully Varuna could pop up and summon some blessed water because Bon was absolutely going to be on fire.

He had never seen this sort of demon before. He hadn’t even really seen this one, because of the before mentioned fire. It looked masculine, and it was humanoid in shape. It had a tail — also on fire — and the flames were blue.

Blue flames were something he’d only ever heard of. He was an infant when his temple had burned, but he knew it meant one thing.

Satan.

This looked nothing like Satan. This was someone about his age for one thing, and they had dark hair. Satan was supposed to have stark white hair. Also, he didn’t seem like the type to care a whole hell of a lot about curry.

“Come on, man,” Bon grumbled, trying not to look like he was too much of a threat. Not that he really looked like a threat in nothing but his gym shorts with soap on his face and his tent collapsed. “Just… give it back?”

The demon growled and tugged Bon’s curry closer to his chest. That was all the food Bon had prepared currently, his mom had made it, and he had spent entirely too long corralling those stupid hobgoblins to have any energy to fix more food. He had been dreaming of that meal all day, and he was not losing it. Not all of it at least.

The demon growled louder and Bon fought not to growl right back. The demon had the upper hand at the moment.

“You can have half?”

The demon straightened slightly from his hunched position over what remained of Bon’s pack. The demon had shredded his backpack and sleeping bag while he was snooping for food. At least he hadn’t touched Bon’s duffel bag with his supplies. The stupid wards had been good for something.

“Can you even understand me?” Bon huffed as he crossed his arms in irritation. “That’s all I got. I need it.”

He’d already had two nosebleeds from all the damn arias, and if he didn’t get some food, he was going to be out of it tomorrow. If any of those hobgoblins had transformed into boggarts, or some other demon got bitchy, he’d be toast. He really didn’t have the energy to fix any of the rations, and they were inedible straight out of the package.

“Yes,” the demon growled, and Bon’s heart thumped in utter surprise. This demon could speak.

“Oh.” He blinked, and wondered if he should try a different bargaining. “Please? I need it. Do you even like that shit? I thought you things were supposed to eat weird shit."

The demon growled again and stepped back with Bon's curry. Bon immediately took a step towards the retreating demon, dropping his hands from around his chest and glaring as he did.

"Hey! No! Give that back!"

The demon stopped in its retreat and tilted its head. Bon was standing with his hands together in the first position for a summoning, and he'd risen to his full height unintentionally.

So much for looking nonthreatening.

“Give it back,” Bon ordered again, failing on stopping his glare and just deciding to lean into it. “Now.”

The demon’s head tilted the other way and the flames covering his body flared a little. He bared his teeth, but he didn’t seem to be clutching the curry like he had been.

Bon mirrored the pose and bared his own teeth. It was stupid, but the demon was already on fire and Bon wasn’t going to be able to fight him off without the curry. He needed fuel. He never got the chance to enjoy his mom’s curry, and he was damn well not giving it up without a fight.

The demon straightened and widened its eyes. Its tail swooped low, flicking a bit, and the flames dulled from the hot roar to a small shimmer over his body. Less threatening and more like a simple armor.

“Now,” he growled again.

The demon smiled. It was sudden and a bit alarming, and without the furiously burning flames, Bon could see more of the masculine looking demon, and the smile made everything look a bit more dangerous. And handsome, but that probably said more about Bon’s tastes than the demon’s appearance.

The demon took a small step forward, Bon held his ground and glare, and the demon sprang. Bon had maybe half a second to watch the blue flames spread towards him and panic, and then he was on his back with the demon on top of him and pinning him to the grass. The flames licked at his skin, not burning but a bit too warm, and sharp claws poked at his bare shoulders dangerously. The demon was a heavy weight on his chest, solid and masculine feeling, warm, much stronger than he looked, and with the distinct smell of Bon’s curry on his breath. His teeth were bared again, and a low warning sort of growl was rumbling out of his throat.

“Get off me!” Where had the curry gone? And did that really matter? He was about to be killed.

The demon either didn’t want to respond, or ‘yes’ was the only word it knew. Either way, It just shifted a little over Bon, giving him no quarter and looking as though he was investigating something. He didn’t know what kind of demon this was, and didn’t know if passiveness or aggression would be a better tactic. However, at the moment, passiveness won. Bon held entirely still, his self preservations instincts momentarily over riding his hunger.

“What do you want?” He barely breathed, staring up at the dark sky with wide eyes. “You already got the food.” He was going to text his mom about this. Maybe she’d make him more. Actually, no. That was a terrible idea. She’d try and come out here and kick this demon’s ass for stealing his lunch.

The demon let up the slightest bit, and that was all Bon needed to do something a bit reckless and impulsive. He shoved up hard, rolling over, and pinning the demon to the ground for a second, snarling as well as his very human mouth could. He pushed the demon’s shoulders into the dirt, glared at startlingly blue eyes. They were red in the pupils, but still a brilliant color.

He stayed for all of a second, shocked at how close the boyish demon seemed, and then he was scrambling to his feet and back pedaling away as the blue flames got a lot bigger and intense. His hands flew to his hip, looking for a belt that wasn’t there and holy water that would be attached if he’d been wearing it. It wasn’t there, and his hands just pat uselessly at his shorts. At least they weren’t on fire.

The demon sprang to his feet as well, and Bon spotted the curry at the same moment the demon did. Bon kicked it back with his foot, praying the container held together.

The demon growled low and threateningly. A chill raced up Bon's spine as his hands flew together on instinct to create a shield. The chant fell from his lips, the demon drew back in obvious alarm, and the shield materialized. It flickered twice, almost going out before it solidified into the amber sigils. Bon was too tired to hold it for long, just this was making his vision fuzzy around the edges.

The demon paused and tilted its head once more.

"Please leave."

The demon's head tilted the other way.

Bon shifted his stance a little. "I'll let ya go. I won't track you down or anything. Promise. If you're hungry…"

Demons fed off weird shit. The really powerful ones fed off other demons. But this one had gone for curry.

"If you're hungry, I got other rations. Eggs? Or chili Mac?" Those standardized meals were shit anyway.

The demon nodded its head.

"Which one?"

"Eggs?" The demon said, and it sounded a little like he was just learning the word.

Slowly, still keeping the shield up and in front of himself, Bon moved towards his fallen tent. The demon watched him, flaring a little brighter but not making any other aggressive movements.

It only took him a bit of awkward digging around with his foot to uncover the box of rations. The eggs were at the top. He picked up the prepackaged meal and tossed it. The demon caught it mid air, and with one final look at Bon, he bolted across the small clearing and through the trees.

It was his first time meeting Rin, but it was not his last.

— — — — —

There were more hobgoblins and a few boar demons today. Bon was still tired, but he had rebuilt his campsite and was confident that he could get all the seals in place. It would encourage the demons to stay in their spot and hopefully keep any humans who happened to wander into the nest safe.

The sigils were easy enough to draw out, even if the seeds were annoying to work with. The hobgoblins were curious as hell, but not particularly violent, not particularly bright, and they kept coming up to nose at his neatly arranged lines before he could water them and make them bloom. He coaxed a few away with some honey, yelled at a few to beat it, and shoved a few away.

“No,” Bon pushed at a stubborn hobgoblin with his foot and once again wondered why he had been sent on this mission. He was fantastic at magical circles and seals, but he had no patience for tamer work and this was far more tamer work than circle work.

The hobgoblin rolled onto its side and got up to his stubby feet with a confused noise before hobbling its way back to Bon’s side to nose at his hand. Lakeleaf wasn’t supposed to be attractive to these guys, but whoever had written that book was wrong because they seemed crazy about this shit. He’d have to let Shiemi know. She’d grow an entire garden of it and be delighted to see them all rolling around like this.

He got up, dusting his hands off on his trousers and began to walk around his freshly planted circle, murmuring the activation spell and watching them bloom.

A concerned squawk had him looking up from his plants to see two hobgoblins running towards him with big and frightened eyes. Bon immediately reached for his hip (the belt was actually there this time) and grabbed the holy water and gun from his hip.

The hobgoblins ran past him, turned around, and crowded nervously like he was the adult protecting them from a bully. He heard a growl, something decidedly nasally and not from a hobgoblin, and had a split second to realize it was a demon boar before he was being charged at. The hobgoblins squealed, Bon exhaled, took aim—

A blur of blue shot in front of him, the demonic boar screeched, and fell over, dead.

Bon blinked, stared, blinked again, and looked around in utter confusion. There were huge tears in the side of the boar, and the hobgoblins were going ape shit behind him.

Something had just darted in and… killed? Was the boar actually dead?

Bon walked nearer, and yep. The demon boar was very dead. It looked like claws had torn into its side, but Bon hadn’t been able to track the movements of whatever had done it. They were moving at an ungodly speed.

Swallowing a wave of fear, Bon stepped back towards the hobgoblins and redoubled his chanting speed. He had to finish this pronto. Something dangerous was out there, and he didn’t have his full pack with him. He’d need the bazooka for whatever that was.

(Bon’s mind went to the demon from last night, but it couldn’t be him. He hadn’t attacked Bon even though he could.)

Bon slipped and almost fell on his own stupid flowers. He twisted on his heel, kept one hand on his gun, and the other he used to finish tossing the seeds into a circle while he raced through the chant. One of the hobgoblins grunted, and another glance had Bon stopping as something very confused unfurled in his gut. The dead demon was gone, and in its place was a little bit of foil. Bon shuffled towards it against his better instincts, and peered down.

Powdered Whole Eggs.

Holy shit.

— — — — —

It wasn’t the only time the demon showed up. In fact, it seemed to show up quite a lot. Bon imagined he only noticed it a fraction of the times it was actually around

The demon growled Rin at him the second time he offered him some rations — chili mac this time because Bon wasn’t particularly crazy about the slightly slimy texture the food had, and judging by the way the demon’s nose wrinkled, he wasn’t either. He sniffed around in Bon’s supplies until he had found a package of some nacho cheese and seemed much happier when he’d mixed that in.

Bon, realizing the demon had essentially just cooked, couldn’t stop a laugh. It made the demon retreat to a tree, and that was a bit insulting. Bon’s laugh wasn’t that bad.

He finished his own half of the shitty mac and set to reading up on the circles he’d need to imprison the boggarts tomorrow.

“Rin,” the demon growled again, and it was strange how someone consistently on fire could be so damn stealthy.

“Rin?” Bon stuttered, confused and a bit worried. The demon wasn’t posturing right now, but he was only a meter away and Bon hadn’t heard him move at all. Also, it was powerful if Bon’s wards didn’t even make it hesitate.

“Rin.” The demon nodded and smiled menacingly. It might not have been meant that way, but the teeth made it menacing.

“Ri—oh! Rin.” The demon’s name. Duh. “Hi.” Bon waved a bit stupidly. “I’m Ryu—er,” It wasn’t a great idea to give a demon your name. Still, if he worded it carefully… “My name is Ryuuji Suguro. You may call me Ryuuji.” There. That made it clear it was his name and it only gave Rin permission to call him Ryuuji.

“Ryuuji,” the demon—Rin—garbled. He beamed as if he was super proud of himself. “Ryuuji!” A bit louder. Bon, smiling himself, nodded.

Rin nodded and disappeared into the night with the bowl of slightly less shitty mac.

‘Rin,’ Bon mouthed, watching the spot the demon had disappeared. Huh. What exactly was Rin?

— — — — —

The demon was either territorial and decided Bon wasn’t a threat to his space, or he’d decided Bon was inept and too weak to stop other demons, because he showed up five times the next two days to stop feral demons from attacking him. Three boars and two boggarts. Each time Bon barely caught a glimpse of blue fire before Rin had taken care of the threat.

The hobgoblins would rumble happily when he got near, and a few would bow, but none of them seemed scared, which would make Bon think Rin was the god of the forest, but he knew the god of this forest, and the gigantic boar did not at all fit Rin.

Rin also showed up for both meals. He brought something slimy and squirmy on the second night. Something demonic that Bon was fairly positive would be poisonous to his very human stomach.

He thanked him for it anyway because whatever Rin was, he was powerful. Plus, it was a nice gesture, even if he didn’t get it at all.

He woke up that night with a racing heart, sweating, panting, and groping around for his flashlight and beads. He tangled his fingers around them and hugged his knees to his chest, trying to catch his breath and convince himself that the horrors in his nightmares were just dreams. Things that had happened, but not at all like that. He was safe.

“Ryuuji?”

Bon jolted, managed not to yelp, and brought his flashlight up like it was a bat.

Rin was kneeling in the entrance to his tent. He’d lifted the flap and had it resting on his shoulder as he peered in. He had dimmed his flames down, and this was the clearest Bon had ever seen his face. He looked worried.

“Rin?” Bon swallowed and relaxed his grip on the flashlight. It wouldn’t save him if Rin got violent. “What’re you—what’s going on?”

“Dream?” Rin asked as he took a shuffling step forward. He was still in a crouch and just duck walked.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. A bad one. Nothing. Was I loud?”

Rin shook his head and titled it curiously. He made a low sort of chuffing noise and took another step closer so he was close enough to touch. This wasn’t a great situation to be in with an unfamiliar demon, but Rin had had plenty of opportunities to kill him, and Bon didn’t feel as frightened as he probably should.

Bon tightened his grip on his prayer beads and watched the demon. The nightmare was still hanging around in his mind, and Rin’s flames, blue or not, were far nicer than the darkness of those memories.

Rin made the chuffing noise again and reached forward. Confused, but open to understanding (and all too happy to have something other than that dream to think about) tried to mimic the noise.

Rin straightened and looked entirely floored. Bon would laugh, but he still felt a bit shaky and didn’t trust his voice.

Darting faster quicker than Bon could track, Rin came right up next to him, pressed his cheek against Bon’s in a quick nuzzle, and bolted right back out of the tent.

Blinking, Bon stared at the untied flap for a long moment before swallowing and reaching a hand up to his warm cheek.

What had that been about? Had Rin been watching him sleep? Why? And… what was the noise?

Falling onto his back, Bon wondered and didn’t think of nightmares as exhaustion pulled him back into sleep. Rin, whatever he was, was entirely fascinating and Bon wanted to know more.

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Get the full story here: If You Give a Demon Curry

#bonrin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #my tumblr fics #ryuuji suguro #bonfire #bon suguro #rin okumura #aoex #ryuji suguro #bon/rin #demon rin okumura #ane #aoe

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ptergwen · 3 years ago

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Can you do one where mj is keep telling the reader to confess to Peter that she likes him but the reader is too shy and doesn’t want to but Peter overheard their whole conversation then they confess their feelings and fluff?

w/c: 1,037

warnings: like one swear

a/n: hi omg this took forever for literally no reason i’m sorryjfhwdjs i hope u still enjoy <3

“fuck… i like him so much, mj. i don’t think you understand,” you gush, too busy venting to notice her eye roll.

the pair of you are sharing a pizza at the cheapest restaurant you could find. during your meal, your conversation naturally drifted off to peter because he’s all you care to talk about as of late. you’ve been crushing on him for a minute, and mj is who you choose to confide in.

she wishes you’d spill your guts already for her sake and yours. mostly hers, though.

you finish chewing a piece of pizza crust. “i like him more and more every day. it’s kinda insane, even feeling this way about someone.” grunting, mj puts down her glass of lemonade. “especially peter.” she squints at you from across the table. “i refuse to believe the kid gets you this hot and bothered.”

“stop, he’s so…” a dreamy grin stretches across your lips. just the mention of peter livens your life. “he’s so funny, you know? with his stupid puns. those actually make me laugh.” mj is unimpressed, sipping her drink with a blank expression. “so, he’s got jokes. big deal. what do you really see in him, y/n?”

peter suddenly strolls into the pizzeria. coincidentally, he’s there to pick up an order of takeout for him and may.

his gaze instantly sets on you and mj, more so you if he’s being honest. he smiles as he watches you animatedly chat amongst yourselves. you’re waving your hands around while mj huffs and puffs.

it’s cute, really cute.

he’s considering stepping off the pickup line to go over to you two. then, he hears his name come up. he doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but his enhanced hearing has other plans.

“peter just has this energy to him that i can’t get enough of,” you further elaborate. mj rips another pizza slice from the rack, needing the fuel to continue your chat. “like, he’s so warm and genuinely kind… it kinda rubs off on you. it’s really comforting.”

you’re anxiously tapping your fingers on the table top, now hyperconscious of your surroundings. it’s almost like you’re being watched.

mj hums. “right, but why are you telling me instead of peter?” she chomps on a particularly stringy piece of cheese, giving you a moment to ask yourself the same question.

why are you?

oh, that’s right. you’re absolutely terrified.

you aren’t too great at expressing yourself, so simply sharing this with mj is a challenge.

“because i don’t know how to tell him!” you whine, sliding down in the booth dramatically. mj kicks your leg under the table. “what’s the difference? at least he’s into all this mushy shit. i’m not.” you glare up at her. “yeah, but is he into me?”

peter gasps, earning looks from other customers on the line. his face burns bright red for a multitude of reasons.

you like him back? you like him back?

“ask him,” mj grumbles and takes another swig of lemonade. she’s reached her limit of peter discourse for the day. “are you insane? i could never!” you reject her suggestion. “when am i even supposed to-“ mj’s eyes widen, fixed on something behind you. “right now.”

confused, you frown. “what? like, over text? i dunno… you’ve had better ideas.”

mj shakes her head and points forward. you turn around to follow her gesture, your jaw immediately dropping.

surely enough, peter is making his way over to your table. he’s looking cuter than ever in his midtown hoodie with a blush coating his cheeks.

how the hell…

“peter? what’re you doing here?” you squeak, popping up in your seat. his lips press into a small smile. “hey, y/n. mj. just picking up dinner.” he glances between you and mj as he scratches at his gelled curls. “small world, right?” mj lets out a sigh. “a little too small for my liking. i’m gonna bounce.”

she raises her eyebrows at you, a clear signal that you choose to ignore.

“where are you going?” you speak, teeth gritted. already getting up from the table, mj mumbles her response. “bathroom. all that lemonade went straight through me.”

she makes a point to bump peter’s shoulder before she leaves, peter gulping.

the two of them share an unspoken agreement. peter needs to confess his feelings, and he better not screw up.

you mutter a few choice words under your breath when mj takes off. peter makes out some of them, chuckling lightly and sitting in her former seat. his heart is beating alarmingly quick. yours is somehow faster.

“so, uh…” peter licks his lips and rolls up his hoodie sleeves. “the food here any good?” you purse your own lips. “it’s alright. i wanted to go to delmar’s, but it was mj’s turn to pick.” peter’s grin widens. he’d been the one who introduced you to delmar’s bodega.

peter shrugs a shoulder. “well, i don’t blame you. you know what they say.” “best sandwiches in queens,” you two chime in unison, each giggling at the other. his cheeks flush once again. you bite back a smile, your knee accidentally brushing against his.

although you hastily back away and apologize, peter welcomes it. he moves in closer so both your knees are touching now.

oh.

“i was wondering, and only if you’re up for it of course… could i take you tomorrow?” peter asks, voice soft. he gives you his infamous puppy eyes. you meet them with shock in yours. “to delmar’s? like… like on a-“ “a date, yeah,” he clarifies and nods vigorously for emphasis.

his hand finds yours on the table, both your fingers lacing together and peter beaming at you.

“i like you, y/n. think it’s time i did something about it,” he finally admits. you nearly collapse on the spot as peter’s thumb runs along the back of your hand. “i like you, too. way more than you know,” you breathe out a quiet laugh. “it’s weird, i was just debating with mj whether i should tell you.”

oblivious to the fact that peter heard everything, you squeeze his hand tighter. the tips of his ears turn a deep shade of pink.

he’s got a lot to tell you.

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fic

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sunookkii · 4 years ago

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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

How the enhypen members would be during an argument 💔

enhypen ot7 x reader

(i don’t really think it matters too much who is in the wrong,,, lets just say you both of you guys are being childish 😃)

(I wrote this after having a stupid argument with a friend anyways love you 🐈 if you’re seeing this 😍)

Update she wanted me to @ her so here 🙄 jayshoneylays

Word Count : 50 / member?

Warnings : kind of angsty? Not really though tbh..

Heeseung~

I feel like during arguments heeseung would be very calm, but want to express his feeling so his voice tends to get a little higher.

^Not that he wanted to or anything he just can’t really help it tbh

I feel like heeseung would be very gentle during arguments because he wouldn’t want to say anything that would hurt your feelings..

If you did end up crying during the argument he would feel sooo bad and say sorry a million times (but thats for another story so stay tuned 😏)

He definitely HATES arguing with you, he absolutely hates seeing you sad

It probably hurts him a lot to be arguing with you.

(^sorry i couldn’t find anything that matched 💔)

Rest of the members below!

He’s probably the type to storm off during arguments to cool down so he doesn’t go all off on you

Gives himself time to cool, and gives you space before you guys talk it out

Doesn’t like the idea of losing you, so he tries his best to talk to you so he can understand your situation and you can understand his 💔

Tries his best to talk it out even though it’s hard for him.

Probably the type to say sorry first bc he’s mature like that

Jake

I imagine Jake being pretty calm as well

I heard a lot from interviews that Jake rarely gets mad and is really mature in situations like these

But if it was a real argument where you guys did get mad I feel like he’d be feel really really sad and frustrated at the same time

I don’t see him yelling i just see him getting frustrated but in a quiet manner

He hates how he can’t understand you rn and you can’t understand him

I see him as really quiet during arguments because he hates seeing you mad so he just overall avoids it

Would probably most likely give you some space before talking to you. Sighs a lot

^idk why but i feel like he wouldn’t care who’s in the wrong he just misses your touch so he would most likely say sorry first^^

Sunghoon

In arguments i feel like he’s similar to jake

^^though a little more quiet maybe?

Waits for you to calm down then talks to you..

Feels bad tbh, misses holding your hand and laughing with you

Lowkey also kind of annoyed with you,,

(Doesn’t yell)

Quietly judges you and doesn’t talk to you until to guys make up 😒

Sighs a lot #2

Sunoo

I feel like in arguments sunoo is really really petty

Rolls his eyes and glares a lot.

He would probably yell to ngl, i see this kind of like a cat fight?

Probably wouldn’t want to go near you or even look at you.

In arguments he’d probably get really mad (also kinda mean)

But ngl i feel like he would miss you really fast T_T cutie sunoo

Sunoo is lowkey very scary when mad/in arguments too ^^like heeseung

Jungwon

When in arguments he knows how to keep his calm

Sighs a lot #3

Annoyed ^^^^

This cat turns into a scary cat

Very very logical has good points and thinks before he speaks

It’s really not likely for him to say anything that would hurt your feeling..

Doesn’t get really sad just probably gets annoyed and frustrated tbh

Has a scary face when mad or in arguments

Niki

Niki would glare at you during arguments is that just me?

Wouldn’t smile,, not even once

Kind of quiet too, but he talks more then sunghoon^^

Annoyed #2

Kind of mean as well,, probably maybe says things he doesn’t mean

^regrets it afterwards

Hates arguments 🙄 thinks it’s a waste of time

I feel like he’s the type to forget that he’s in an argument with you and act like everything is okay 😭 then when he sees your face he’s like oh wait we’re arguing I’m supposed to be mad 💀

When you guys make up it’s probably a little awkward for a bit but then it gets better from there

I hope you guys liked this imagine I worked really hard on this idk why ㅠㅠ

Anyways have a good day lovely’s <3

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proserpina-magnus · 4 years ago

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Regulus Black dating a muggleborn

word count: 2863

[ warning; gender neutral reader, mention of death, description of crying, angst, no happy fucking ending, swearing, mention of lap sitting (none sexual), kissing, awkward teen love, regulus is kind of edgy and a dick sometimes ]

Fanon Regulus, not Canon. This doesn't line up with anything canon! So please do not take this seriously.

- Did I say dating? I meant secretly dating.

- Regulus spotted you studying alone at a table in The Three Broomsticks, he just couldn't hide the part of him that felt an intriguing feeling towards you.

- He asked a few people around, nudging them and gesturing towards you, asking a small "who are they?"

- It took him a few days to finally get someone to answer him and once he knew your name, he knew he'd fallen into a rabbit hole. he couldn't stop thinking about you, his mind twirling around your name in a constant spiral.

- Luckily, you had been partnered with him for a potions assignment. he couldn't talk to you, he couldn't even mutter a "hi" he was so nervous.

- He had never felt this nervous feeling in his stomach, it was coming to the point it was drowning him.

- Finally, the next day during potions he was able to gain enough courage and actually talk to you about the project, though his voice sounded so mellow and drawn out, like honey.

- He didn't try to engage in conversation other than the assignment, so when you offered that you and him could go to the library and do a bit more research, he said yes almost immediately.

- You both decided to go after dinner since the library wasn't as filled in the evening.

- So when he came back to his dorm after eating, he tried to change into something more casual than his school uniform. it took him a good 15 minutes to pick what he deemed was fit for the occasion.

- He was just about ready to step out the door with his books until his dormmate said something that caught his interest.

- "you're meeting up with your potions partner, arent you?"

- "Yeah, why?'

- "Nothing, it's just their a mudblood, you shouldn't be hanging around those types of people"

- "oh... I didn't know they were a... mudblood"

- 'yeah, nasty they are. you should just ditch 'em"

- So regulus did, he ditched you. he felt guilty, leaving you all alone in the library. you must had thought he was another pureblood prick.

- His conclusion was right, you waited for a good thirty minutes for him. When you realized he wasn't coming, you just decided to do the whole project yourself, it was better if you could just get this stupid assignment done yourself so you'd both could go your separate ways.

- The next day when he got to potions class, he saw you pass in a report to Professor Slughorn. He felt his stomach drop, he knew well enough you had finished the assignment last night without him.

- After class, he caught up with you, pulling you aside as he watched you stare up at him blankly.

- "what?" you had asked him, a hand on your hip as you gave an annoyed sigh.

- "I'm sorry I ditched you, I just didn't know you were a... muggle-born" he admitted, looking anywhere but your eyes as he caught a few of Slytherin boys looking at the two of you.

- "whatever, Black"

- " you didn't have to do the whole assignment, I would have helped you."

- Your eyes met the Slytherin boys who were watching you both, you gave a pitiful frown.

- " don't worry about it, I get it. next time, just tell the professor you don't want to work with me. don't lead me on for a stupid joke"

- He didn't get to explain himself as he watched you walk away, he felt horrible. he had never felt this deep connection to someone before, it made his heart sink when he watched you turn the corner.

- A few months pass, he hadn't gotten another opportunity to talk to you again. he felt like an idiot, he had a chance and he completely blew it,

- Late at night, regulus would stare at his ceiling and dream about what would happen if he had just done what he wanted if he had gone to finish the assignment with you. You both would meet up, exchange dislikes and likes, talk about your dreams for the future.

- He couldn't focus on quidditch, it was coming more frequent of his team captain yelling at him.

- Luckily, he had gotten another opportunity to talk to you again. both of you were selected to be a part of the slug club. Regulus was going to say no, but when he heard your name get mentioned, he joined.

- The first dinner party of slug club, was like a dream. his eyes scanned over your outfit and how it looked absolutely pleasing on your body. his eyes kept siding over to where you sat and when you caught him, he would just look away.

- After a few more meetings, he was done with the 'whole looking away whenever you looked at him' , there were only a few more months of Hogwarts left. his eyes met yours and he didn't look away, he gave a smile.

- When you had smiled back, he couldn't help but smile a bit wider, his cheeks glowing with a red flame.

- The next meeting, you had sat next to him. it didn't take long until you both had been exchanging words and stories, laughing at jokes and giving each other shy looks.

- After a dinner meeting during slug club, Regulus offered to walk you back to your house common room. (if you are in Slytherin, then he would just walk with you till you both had to go separate ways to your dorm).

- Once you arrived at your destination, it was awkward. He looked anywhere but you, his face was hot with red as he began to get flustered.

- You had said a quiet goodbye, turning to head back to your dorm but he grabbed your hand. Holding you back as he stiffened up and asked you out.

- "will you go out with me? This weekend, it's a Hogsmeade trip, I'll pay." His words were hard, but his body language was a complete mess.

- "you're not gonna ditch me again are you?"

- "no, defiantly not ." His words had still been raw and hard, he felt like he was going to throw up butterflies.

- "I'm a muggle-born, I heard you purebloods don't really like us very much. This kind of seems like a set-up"

- God you hoped it wasn't a set-up, ever since you've sat next to regulus at the slug club meetings, he had stolen your heart.

- "It might become an issue for some... people, but it doesn't bother me much"

- Regulus was defiantly not good at phrasing things, especially romantic feelings.

- You didn't take his words too seriously, you debated for a minute. You wanted to go with him, it felt like every nerve was alive.

- "Alright, one date couldn't hurt" with your words, you leaned up to kiss his cheek.

- "goodnight Regulus" ... and then you had disappointed out of his view. Once you reached your dorm, you screamed into your pillow with excitement.

- The date went well, you both had gone to the three broomsticks sticks and sat at a table near the very back.

- You had talked about everything you could, Though he made sure to stay away from the conversation of his family. He didn't want to ruin the date by mentioning his pureblood supremacist family. It's sorta a mood killer.

- You both stayed out of busy spots, even hiding and giggling in a bush as his dorm mates passed.

- That was your first kiss with regulus, tangled in bushes and twigs as you heard footsteps fading. His lips were soft, his hand coming to rest on your cheek.

- When you pulled away, both of you were flushed and looking towards the soil. He walked you back to Hogwarts, separating ways.

- You both couldn't see each other often, only giving each other looks in class or exchanging waves when passing each other in the hallways.

- It was fine for a few months, though the secret meetings were stressful yet fun. You didn't want to hide anymore, which resulted in your first fight.

- "don't you get it? I can't be seen with you! I've told you about my family. They don't like muggle-borns, this Voldemort guy doesn't either and I can't risk exposing our relationship! You'll get hurt!"

- "I don't care if I get hurt Regulus! Our love shouldn't be hidden because your afraid of what people will think! I'm tired of this sneaking around, I'm sick of it!"

- The fighting continued for minutes, both exchanging hateful words. At one point he had said something very vial, saying he couldn't be seen with someone like yourself.

- "What is that suppose to mean?" You sneered at him, eyes tearing up as your arms crossed over your chest.

- "you know damn well what it means," he said back, quick and hard as he just glared down at you.

- You huffed, turning away as you wiped at your cheek. You turned back, shaking your head at him before disappearing out of the room.

- He stayed in the room for a while, thinking about everything. He was so angry, his veins were about to pop from frustration. He hated his family, he couldn't believe that he would lose the one he loved because of his ratchet mother and father.

- He went to Sirius, which was a first in forever. He explained everything to him, he told him how he was sneaking around with a muggle-born and how he didn't want to stop loving you.

- Sirius smirked, thinking he had finally gotten Regulus to betray their spoiled family. Sirius talked his ear off, telling him that he was glad he was gonna change himself and come join the hated family member club.

- Regulus didn't just want to leave the family, he wanted revenge.

- He disregarded Sirius, telling him to piss off and leave him alone for a while.

- The end of 6th year was coming up and Regulus wasn't given any chance to speak to you. He knew damn well you both hadn't separated, just fought. Though he laid in bed at night and worried so hard he thought his brain was gonna rot.

- On the train, he made sure to pull you into a compartment with just you and him. Shutting the blinds so no one will disturb you both.

- "Regulus I don't want to talk to you"

- "I can't meet with you or write to you all summer, I'm not putting up with this break anymore. I only have 2 hours with you and I'm not wasting it."

- "aren't you afraid you're gonna be spotted with me?" ... Regulus wasn't quite good at sarcasm (HA! As if) but he knew well enough from the tone of your voice that you weren't too happy.

- Regulus sighed hard, watching you look out the window as you played with the bottom of your shirt; tucking it in and out of your skirt/trousers (or whatever you're comfortable in).

- "I'm going to do something crazy over the summer break and I don't know if it's going to work but all I know is if I can protect you, I will."

- "regulus what are you talking about?" You asked, you felt worry build up in your stomach. You reached out, grabbing his hand.

- He instantly interlocked your fingers together, he moved to your side as he stared deep into your eyes. His eyes always looked so cold, but right now in this moment, they felt warm.

- "I love you, honestly, if I could marry you right now I would"

- He denied to speak about what he said before, he didn't give you any more information.

- Halfway through the ride, you had been positioned on his lap. His arms looped around your waist as his head rested in the crook of your neck. He let you play with his hands.

- " I love you too" you mumbled in the quiet atmosphere. Regulus held you tighter at the words.

- "hmm?" He hummed, wanting you to say those words again.

- " you told me you loved me, I didn't say it back. But I do love you regulus, I love all of you."

- Regulus felt himself smiling, he couldn't stop the wide grin as he nudged his head into yours lovingly.

- "I can't wait to see you after the summer break" you whispered to him, kissing his forehead as you felt the train start to slow down.

- Dread filled the empty spaces as you hugged each other as tight as possible, not wanting to let go.

- "it's alright, I'll see you after summer. I promise" he whispered into your ear, before bringing your lips to his and kissing one last time.

- The kiss felt like fireworks, there was so much longing and passion mixed into it you didn't want it to end.

- Sadly, the kiss ended and regulus soon disappeared in the crowd of people.

- That summer, regulus had gotten the death mark, he reeked of anger and emptiness. All he wanted was to see you again, to hold you in his arms and kiss you until you both couldn't breathe.

- He had gotten close to Voldemort, he played all the deatheaters with his fake words and praises. He had learned about Voldemort's Horcruxes.

- Regulus had sat at dinner, fork pressed into his hand as he thought hard. His love for you was so strong, he would kill for it.

- He counted down the days until summer break would end.

- 2 more weeks.... 13 days... 11 days... 8 days...

- On the 7th day before September 1st, his plan came to action. He would destroy Voldemort's Horcrux and defeat him and after, he would live 7th year in peace.

- Though his plans didn't come to a win. It stormed and rages of rain came upon him as he made his way to the cave. All he could hear was his heartbeat and the sound of rain outside, along with the padding of Kreacher feet.

- He could hear his breath, his eyes casting over every edge and dark spot. He smiled, he was going to do it, he was going to defeat Voldemort.

- "Whatever I say Kreacher, don't listen. Just keep feeding me the water"

- Kreacher grumbled, "of course, sir"

- "for you love, all for you" regulus whispered before dipping the shell into the crevasse, bringing it to his lips as he took a sip.

- Drinking the liquid felt like poison, regulus had to fight himself to not throw it up.

- The liquid was almost gone, but Kreacher had to take regulus place and force-feed him. Regulus was begging and thrashing, saying whatever came to mind.

- Regulus couldn't finish the drink, weird slimy skeletons climbed from the water surrounding them. Regulus was in a horrid state he couldn't even tell.

- When Kreacher finally force-feed him the last of it, regulus mind came to stillness. His limbs too weak, but he was able to understand that the weird-looking skeletons were not friends.

- "Kreacher, take the Horcrux and go! Hide it! Try anything to destroy it! Go!" He had yelled out, voice dry and strangled.

- Kreacher had to obey by request, he snapped his fingers and disappeared with the Horcrux.

- Regulus tried to fight, his wand shook in his hand as he casts spells after spells. It worked for a few minutes, but there was only one of him and so many of them.

- Regulus was pulled into the water, he kicked and thrashed in spite of trying to get loose. He couldn't swim even if he escaped, his eyes stared through the muddy water as his lungs filled with it.

- Regulus thought of you, your smile, the first time you kissed him, the way your hand fit in his so perfectly, the way you would send him kind eyes whenever he passed you in the halls.

- He sank, and of course his body was dead, but his mind was still there. He was barely conscious enough, but he was there. His body limp and rotten as the years pass.

- His disappearance travelled fast, you had heard first on the train.

- The first years had wondered why a a 7th year was weeping so bad that they couldn't even stand properly.

- You shook hard, gasping and not even trying to grab anything as you sank to the floor of the train. You couldn't care that people were giving you looks, your boyfriend was gone.

- Regulus was gone.

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maijobi · 3 years ago

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a thin line

dabi x reader

summary: dabi always seemed to work against your plans so you decided to confront him not knowing what he’d actually after the argument..

a/n: this is make-up for my last fic cuz i was most definitely not proud of that one shxjsjch.. anyways hope you enjoy this one bc I think I actually like the outcome even though it was a bit stressful to come up with the idea.

also,, the ending is an idea I found off of instagram and I was excited to use it here

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“why don’t we just infiltrate friday at the ball?”, dabi asked shigaraki as he was looking at the plan in front of him.

“because that’d be too much of a risk”, you said, glaring at him and pointing out the obvious.

“a little bit of risks couldn’t hurt you once in a while” dabi snapped at you with a grin.

“alright sir know it all, just about how do you think to get past all the people and guards that’ll literally be standing in front of every door?”, you asked raising one eyebrow.

“we’ll figure out a way”, he said.

“you don’t even know how you’ll do it, so I say let’s not go for the uncertain. I say we do it during the auction. the guards will be located around the auction area and not the main hall that leads to the big office, where we need to be. if we can get someone to hack the system, getting in will be a piece of cake. I figured out this’ll have a 99% of success based on the analytics we have made till now”, you said confidently. “plus I think I can do the actual infiltration so I can take that job on me. after all i’m the only one that’ll actually get the job done uncaught. “

“sounds too boring. where is the killing? where is the fun?”, dabi said with a bored face.

“no killing is needed unless someone gets in our way. not everyone needs to actually die in order for us to get to the point we want dabi”, you said irritated at his constant counteraction.

“alright let’s just take a break for now”, shigaraki said. “for now let’s figure out a detailed plan for both and we’ll choose the one that’ll work out best.”

“but-”, you said.

“if it means you’ll both stop bickering out of hate for once around me I wanna put a pause on this for now. we’ll talk about it tomorrow”, shigaraki said.

“hate? oh no I love her so much”, he teasingly said, making you roll your eyes.

“such a thin line between your love and hate. I give you guys till tomorrow to work your plan out better”, shigaraki said while sighing and taking his leave.

“ugh, this is all your fault”, you said to dabi wile turning away from him and walking to the door after shigaraki was completely out of sight.

“hold on, hold on”, he said confused as he stopped you by turning you around from your shoulder. “how is this suddenly my fault?”

“suggesting plans that dont even make sense?”, you said.

“shigaraki asked us to give him ideas and I did? I don’t see the issue here”, he said not giving in.

“you’re just suggesting your plan because you don’t want mine to work out. it’s literally so obvious, I don’t get why you’re always up in my business and trying to make my plans look bad in front of shigaraki”, you spat, actually getting pissed at him.

“because if your plan gets chosen it’ll put you in danger most”, he suddenly said. you felt taken aback.

“why do you care so much about my so called well being when in reality you don’t even like me?”, you asked.

“who said I didn’t like you? you just decided that on your own because you didn’t like the idea of me joining your little gang”, he said.

“thats not true”, you said.

“then why is it that you assumed i’d hate you the same way you hate me”, he asked looking at you with his lips pressed against each other and his eyebrows raised.

“you always work against me?”, you said pointing the obvious.

“you might be right there”, he said,”but I have my reasons.”

“these reasons being my so called well being?”, you asked uninterested.

“yes.”

the determination in his voice made you silent for a second. you were slightly shocked at how pure and genuine his words felt. you weren’t sure how to answer on that. but even the slight shyness you felt because of his concern, was overpowered by your anger.

“very nice of you, but I didn’t ask you to care for me. i’m capable of taking care of myself. look out for yourself next time and don’t interrupt my ideas for the sake of your selfish desires. we’re adults, so act like it”, you said walking away for real this time.

“so my sincere words mean literally nothing to you?”, he asked in a slightly angry tone while following you to the common room.

“why are you following me?”, you asked, getting annoyed at his pushy behaviour.

“cuz i’m trying to get a point across here. it’d be nice if you considered other’s feelings here once in a while”, he said.

you stopped when you were in the center of the room. you were facing him with your back, but turned around with a very annoyed and angry face. “let’s get one thing straight”, you said taking a step closer to him”, no one is here to actually create a family bond. we’re here to interfere and shake up the hero world that failed to be actual heroes to us. I do what’s best for me, but has an actual good outcome for the others too. so don’t go around telling me to consider other’s feelings when all you do is care for your own selfish desires”, you bitterly said. “just when I thought you might have actually cared, you showed just how selfish you are. just when i thought you might not be that bad of a person”, you said rather disappointed instead of angry.

when he spoke no word you decided to take your leave again, walking past him. but before you could actually get to the door you heard his footsteps and before you knew it he was holding your wrist and stopping you from walking even an inch further.

“why won’t you just leave me alone”, you frustratingly said.

he turned you around and pulled you close to him. he bent over you and was almost touching his forehead with yours. “you know why”, he whispered. “because of this.”

he crashed his lips against yours and there was absolutely nothing soft about it. it was rough and messy, yet passionate. it made you feel hot inside, not the fuzzy and warm type of hot, but a burning sensation you felt all over your body. it was as if he was lighting you on fire.

but it felt good.

so good, that you forgot about why you were even mad, but the furiousness lingered and made the tension even bigger. you let him devour every piece of you and you didn’t care about the bite marks he’d leave on your lips. lips moving open mouthed and tongues dancing together. you were feeling almost every part of him and he’d groan in between, sending shivers down your spine.

when the both of you parted he looked in your eyes, as if he was staring through your soul. you were searching his face, waiting for a sign that he’d speak.

but instead he kissed you again. but this time softer, warmer. the one that made you feel fuzzy and warm inside. something you never knew he was capable of doing. he was still holding your wrist with one hand and the other made its way to your back. he pulled you closer, slowly and softly. he’d kiss you ever so gently that it felt like he had become a totally different person than only a few seconds ago. but you were not complaining at all.

he slowly parted away from you and when you looked at him you saw his red cheeks and closed eyes. and when he slowly opened them you could see a version of dabi which you’d never seen before. that soft look no one had ever seen, all the hatred and anger you were feeling a few minutes ago all gone, overshadowed by the soft look he was giving.

“I thought you hated me”, he teased, caressing your cheeks while giving you a soft smile.

“things change...”, you muttered.

“you’re cute when you don’t want to admit things aloud, you know. Go on, just say that you like me”, he said while stopping his movements on your cheeks and making sure you were looking at him and only him.

you should have seen it coming. him making you feel this way. you always said your personalities clashed, but they clashed so much, that you actually overlooked just how fitting they actually were. the polar opposites, yet the same. you weren’t completely sure how to describe it, but it was something you had never experienced before. it could be a challenge coming up your way, but you figured it was something worth battling for.

because after all, there was only a thin line between the hate and love you felt for each other.

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