#she kinda just walked onto the canvas idk

[lenixtt]

[lovebvni]

My DR family tree (MHA!!)

This is not the post I was talking about in my last blog, I just finished my family tree (using canva) and I wanted to share it! I fucking hate the colour palatte btw so we r gonna ignore it and pretend its black and white

IGNORE THAT RANDOM WHITE WOMAN AND RANDOM WHITE MAN I DONT HAVE A FACECLAIM FOR THAT SIDE OF MY FAMILY YET HELP MEEE information below!

Anyways lets start with my grandparents Robert and Carol

YES THEY ARE NICKI MINAJ'S PARENTS AND WE WILL TALK ABOUT IT!! Idk why but i rlly felt the need to b related to nicki (i think i was obsessed w her when making this dr LMFAO) but i js stuck w it bc clearly younger me had a thing going on. I haven't fully developed them because... they aren't my parents and they live in Florida while I live in Japan.. soo.. ONTO ONE OF THEIR KIDS!

Milagros is Onika's younger sister (i... think.. LMFAO). Her quirks are Mental Blood Manipulation (being able to control someone's thoughts through blood), Earth's Energy (meaning she uses energy from the sunlight.. like this girl photosynthesizes so yes, she does have flowers growing from her hair), and Personal void -- inspired by Janet from the good place (GOOGLE IT.) She has dark brown hair, a mixed skin tone, hazel eyes, and she stands at 5'4 in. Her occupation is a fashion designer at SCULPTOR clothing. Miracle (Milagos nickname) married Kenji Toga. Kenji's face claim is kinda wack because I could not find what I originally wanted him to look like (he's blonde, with stubble but.. girl i think the pin got deleted.) He has golden-ish eyes, pale skin, and he stands at around 6'8 in... girl.. uhm... yeah. He is super sweet and knowledgeable. He wears some glasses that make him look like an old man, though. He also works at SCULPTOR as a business manager (yeah, they became friends bc Miricle needed a business manager LMFAO THEN THEY GOT MARRIED ISNT THAT CUTE??) His quirks are Black blood (I will be making a blog on this) and stealth (i dont know what this means anymore or why I made it.)

Now, onto my siblings.

First up we have one of the twins, the younger one, Kuro. His American name is Kurtis, and he stands at 6'2 at 17 years old. Yeah. He attends UA's competing school, Shiketsu. Because of that, we are high in competition -- as many siblings are. Together, we are a lot of trouble.. so uhm... yeah. LMFAOO!! He has dark brown hair, tanned skin, and green and golden eyes (HETEROCHROMIA)!! If y'all want me to draw him I will... I suppose... but y'all js gon slut over him omg. Anyways! His quirks are shape shifting and outcome (again, I have no idea what outcome is).

The second twin, Himiko Toga! Yes, the one that becomes a villain you guys, I am so y/n stfu. She has blonde hair, lightly tanned skin and is 5'7 at 17. The women got fucked over, dude. WE NEED TO BE TALLER !! Anyways, she is super sweet, her perception of reality is just messed up. We always used to do each others hair, makeup, and walk our dogs together. She loves the outdoors and makes me so so happy. In this version, she has two quirks -- blood shifting (her og quirk) and stealth. He also has a few strands of red and blue in his hair.

I'm gonna skip myself for now and go onto Himari. At the time I shift, only one of her quirks have developed, and it is earths blessing ( a version of our mothers quirk. ) She is a version of my cr little sister. At the time I shift I believe she's in middle school??? I don't know. But she looks the most like my mother, only having my fathers face shape. Finally, me -- Harmony. You may be wondering "well why is your name American and nobody else's?" I was the only one born in the US. LMFAO IM LAME BRO THE REST OF MY FAMILY WAS BORN IN JAPAN!! Anyways... My deadname is Harmony, and in the US I go by Karsyn or Kaythan and in Japan I go by Kosuke. When I shift I am 14...ish? I have no idea for sure. I was born with brown hair, but I have sense dyed it to be black, red and white. I attend UA high. I am 5'8 at the time, and my quirks (yes... i have four...) are bone manipulation, black blood, shape shifting and personal void. One day I will make a post going more in depth about myself, but right now I just wanted to make an overview of my whole family.

I hope you guys like this post! It was fun going through my script and remembering everything about my dr. I will update everything when I do shift there, but for now, that's it!

Love and blessings,

Abyss

[barleyo]

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests but I’m fully obsessed with your Z smut writing. Could you write something for him with a female reader who’s kinda chubby?

Evacuate the Dancefloor.

(Aaron Z. X Chubby! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, so sorry for any delay! Reminder that this will be cross posted to my AO3, and that my requests are ALWAYS open. Thanks for the support, lovelies.

“Yeah, well, anyways, he said he left his practice bag at home, and he needs you to drive it to the studio. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure, Jesse, but why didn’t Z call me himself?”

“Phone’s in the bag, chicky. Really unfortunate, but I'll tell him you’re coming. Thanks.” Jesse hung up, cutting the line short.

(Y/N) sighed and twiddled with the landline’s phone cord for a second more, weaving her fingers around the coiled line. Sitting on her and Aaron’s shared, stuffed couch, she got up and made her way up the staircase. Really, she had very little idea where his dance bag could have been, as Aaron tended to not have specific spots for anything, instead leaving things where only he would know how to find.“He’s gonna get a real ear full when I find this thing.”

(Y/N) searched, digging through the closet, uprooting shoes and dirty clothes. She walked over to the bed and dropped down to the floor, running a blind hand under it. She felt her hand touch a canvas-like material, then a cold, metal zipper. Grabbing the bag by the strap, she pulled it out and dug through its contents. “Phone, shoes, rubber bands, charger, lotion, etc.” She shoveled past everything, taking note to make sure he would have everything he would need, wanting her trip to be one-way.

She threw the bag into the passenger seat of the car and drove to the studio. She parked and grabbed the bag, slinging it over her shoulder. The studio was flat, but long. It had many rooms, about one for each activity possible, the dance room being one of the closest to the entrance, considering the studio’s size. (Y/N) hated the place, as she could not help but get lost every time she visited.

“Hello? I’m here, with the, uh, bag.”

“Oh, right, right, right,” Jesse came walking out from the pottery room, clay covered his jeans, apron, and hands and he held a small vase, “you remember where the dance studio is, right? Third door down after you turn the corner. Left side?”

“Mhm, I should be good this time, I think,” (Y/N) said, hopefully.

Jesse snorted and walked past her, giving her shoe a gentle kick on the way out as a goodbye and walked the vase to his kiln at the end of the hallway. She tried to kick back, but he was too quick for her.

(Y/N) gripped the duffel bag at her side and crossed the corridor, turning the corner. She looked at each door, deciphering which one she should enter. She was stuck between two of them, both plain and unmarked. She stared at them until she heard a loud creak from behind her, Aaron Z. emerging from the door.

“You done looking at the bathrooms, (Y/N)? Come in if you are.” He disappeared back into the room, snickering.

She walked in after him and gently shut the door behind her. “I heard you decided to leave your practice bag at home. Funny how that works, huh?” She dropped the bag, crouched down, and dug through it, pulling out a shirt and a sweatband, throwing them at Z. “How can you leave the house with what you need most, Aaron?”

“Well, I come here without you all the time, don’t I?” He caught the shirt and examined it.

“Yeah, yeah, really cute. Your phone is in here too by the–” She paused while watching him change shirts, tossing his old one to the side. They held eye contact while he changed, (Y/N)’s eyes dipping to Z’s wispy trail of pubic hair. His eyes relaxed when he noticed her staring.

“You know,” he grabbed her hand, pulling her up, “you’re staring at me awfully hard.Is there something you wanna say?”

“No, it’s just, uhm, nothing.”

He gripped her wrist, pushing her back onto the studio’s mirror, and held her arm over her head. “Nothing? So you like to look for no reason? Pervert,” he said, leaning into (Y/N)’s neck, his breath running over it. He placed rough, nipping kisses over her throat, stopping only to bite and suck on each tender spot.

“No, ‘m not a pervert, I swear, I wasn’t staring!”

“Mhm? Right.”

(Y/N) winced, the pleasure-pain from his bites sending waves over her body. She placed her hand on the back of his head, holding him in place while he nursed on her collarbone. Z pulled away to see the dark patches he had left behind.

“Ow, gentle please..”

“Doesn’t hurt that bad, big baby.” He let his hand trail her body, gripping her plush tits, massaging them. Pushing under her shirt and bra, he ran the pads of his fingers over her nipples. Feeling them grow hard under his touch, he groaned and nestled back into the nape of her neck. “That feels good now, huh, baby?”

“Yes, better now,” she hummed. Her legs crossed as she tried to silence her arousal, eyes glossing over.

Aaron brought his leg up, pushing it in between her fat, slick thighs. He nudged her clothed cunt from outside her shorts. He rocked his leg back and forth, rubbing against her clit. Her dampness leaked through the material, creating a wet patch. “Let’s get these off, mkay?” Aaron quickly unbuttoned and pulled both her panties and shorts off, eager to feel her bare cunt and all its wetness. He slid his fingers through her folds, coating them. “Excited? Good.”

Plunging two of his digits into her hole, he started his signature rough pace, giving her no time to think of anything but your own pleasure: the constant impact and squelch of his fingers in her tight pussy. He curled them upwards the deeper he got, pushing against her spot with his thick fingers.

Her hips bucked in tandem with his thrusts, trying to match his pace, failing. He was too quick for her. He could wear her out so easily, and he knew it.

“Look,” he demanded, pushing her head down to look at his fingers going in and out of her. “Look at how you take my fingers, look at how good I'm making you feel. Who else can do this to you, huh?”

“Nobody, Z, nobody. Just you– fuck!” (Y/N)’s heat snapped, her sticky cum dripping down her thick, quivering legs. “Please, please, so good,” she whined.

“Please what?”

“Please more, need more.” She wrapped her unstable leg around Z’s, wordlessly begging for the rest of him.

He nodded and flipped her around, pulling her hips in the air. “Keep watching, I want you to see what you look like taking me like a good girl.” He turned her head forward so that she looked directly into the mirrored wall. Aaron put her arms behind her back, holding onto them while he slipped inside of her. He slammed his hips into her back, the sound of skin slapping filled the room, as did the musk of sweat. His cock hit her cervix’s tip, sending warmth throughout her whole body.

“Fuck,” he gasped, “look at how your tits jiggle like that. Fuck, you’re so fine.” he let go of (Y/N)’s arms and grabbed her soft love handles instead, steadying himself.

She watched as her face flushed with each of his thrusts. He slowed down slightly, focusing on deepening his hits. Her abused cunt clenched and unclenched around his shaft, sending a tingle through both of their bodies.

“Almost, don’t stop, don’t, so close,” (Y/N) moaned, just under a scream.

She stood on her toes as she finished, squeezing tightly around Aaron. He groaned, pumping into her one final time, emptying his seed into her.

“Mm, see?” He pulled out and watched as his cum came out, being pushed out by (Y/N)’s still spasming pussy. He pulled her shorts back up and turned her body around to face him. “Keep that in there, yeah? For me?” She nodded and kissed his cheek.

Stumbling out to the door, she turned around and paused. “Uh, Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“The studio is soundproof, right?”

He picked his duffel bag up from the middle of the room where it was left and grabbed his phone, the light of the screen illuminating his face. She could make out his distinctive, toothy smirk. “Take a guess, babe.”

“FUCK.”

[luv-bakugou]

Is this the right spot for your requests?

I hope so!

May I request Izuku with a female reader?

The scene is this. Pro hero Deku and reader is a painter. They live together. He comes into her studio one day and...the light hits her just right, paint on her cheek but she's never looked more beautiful. And so of course he has to give her sweet smooches. Maybe gets a little heated, like at most maybe he gives her a hicky. But that's it

I hope that's not too specific!

Thanks for taking the time to read and answer this

Sunlight-

Thank you so much for this request. I am so happy to write this for you! I hope it is what you asked for! Btw idk how to end things so I did my best lol. Sorry for the wait!

Izuku Midorya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kissing, hickeys

Masterlist

You walked into your sunlight light studio and hissed at how bright it was. When you adjusted to the light you walked to the back wall where all your supplies where, got a canvas and some pants. You put the cloudy looking canvas on your favorite easel and sat down at the stool. You started throwing paint at the canvas, painting a nice lake scene. You where playing your favorite song in your earbuds kinda humming to the song. Though you forgot that your pro hero boyfriend was invited to the studio that day.

Izuku’s pov

I walked into the studio and saw how bright and airy the space was. The high ceilings and open windows made it feel like heaven on earth. I looked to the middle of the room and saw the most beautiful women I have ever seen. The light shined perfectly on her s/c skin and her eyes shined like stars. The way her legs crossed and her body curved was gorgeous. I blushed at the sight, I could feel my face getting red and hot. I sneaked up on her from behind and hugged her waist.

Your pov

You felt arms snake around your waist and jumped. Then realizing who is was you relaxed and fell into your boyfriends arms. “Hi there” you said and giggled. Izuku went infront of you and kissed your lips soft but slowly deepened the kiss. Never once did he move your hands off of your body.

“You look beautiful puppy” Izuku said in between small kisses. He then moved his lips onto your neck in the spot between your shoulder and neck. He sucked the spot gently while you moved you arms around his neck he gave you one final kiss and moved a stool behind you, almost straddling you from behind still holding you by your waist.

You then formed a smile on your face melting into the warm embrace. You then again picked up your paint brush and got back to painting. You could feel Izuku’s blush rising to his face again. He then started humming a song while you painting, the day was perfect.

[purplesurveys]

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Do you enjoy watching birth vlogs? I’ve never watched this particular kind of vlog. I’ve seen photo stories of births on Facebook though and while I find women fucking metal for going through childbirth, I’m rather squeamish and I feel like crying when I see the process :((( Would you rather paint on canvas or wood? I’d...rather not paint at all. I’m really not artistic. What regret keeps coming back to haunt you daily? I have this one class that I regret taking this semester just because there were two available sections, and I still ended up in the section with the shittier professor. It’s a pain in my ass every Wednesday and I can’t wait to give a review for this teacher. Do you miss someone? Always, but I’m on depression break at the moment and I just want to be alone for 7 days. If you could cure yourself of one allergy, what would it be? I don’t have any.

Do you know anyone else with your name? I know two people. When I was still applying for AIESEC, I was surprised that there was a sudden abundance of Robyns haha. There’s never any Robyns anywhere. Have you felt like the main character in a book was you? I’m not a big reader, so no. Which country's flag is your favorite? Nepal just because it went ‘fuck it’ on how flags traditionally should look like. What would you be most afraid of happening if you were to visit Africa? Getting arrested??? I’m down for anything but I can’t get in trouble, because I’m a big fucking baby when it comes to crime lmaooooo. Where are you tempted to move to sometimes? Canada. Have you ever hiked a mountain? Nope, but would love to someday. Who seems like they have the perfect life? People who graduate summa cum laude while juggling multiple orgs and have both a tight-knit family and a love life??? How???????? Do you ever take pictures of negative moments? I have. I still have them on my phone.  I don’t see the point of taking nor keeping them if they just make me upset every time I see them but since I have a photo hoarding problem, I can’t bring myself to get rid of them. Do you think it would be a good idea to post photos of negative moments as well as positive? It’s different for everyone. Some might want to capture their negative times to remind them that they went through it and they’re a stronger person now. Some might prefer to block negative stuff from their mind as soon as they overcome it. I’m the latter. What time zone are you in? Idk how the format is...but I use the Hong Kong one. Would you ever post a picture of yourself crying on social media? No. ^Why or why not? It’s just something that would make me feel uncomfortable. I don’t even like crying in front of people other than Gab, so even more would I not want something permanent like a photo to capture me crying. Do you like dark blue jeggings or light blue jeggings better? Light blue seems to be the trend recently. What color is the rim of your whiteboard? I don’t own one. Do you have trouble staying organized? I’m generally organized, but there are certain things that I can never seem to maintain, yes; like I can never keep my closet organized. And my school bag. What was the last thing you cried about? I had a short breakdown in the car last Friday because I had to usher for an event and run errands all day while the weather was RIDICULOUSLY humid and I could feel the sweat seeping in my pants for 8 whole hours, and then when Gabie came to visit she didn’t do the one thing I asked her to do. I exploded by the end of the day and gave myself ample time to cry. Funny how the universe works though - in the middle of my episode, the known dogs that roam in my college skipped over to my car. I had some leftover lunch so I fed them and I instantly felt better. Have you ever held a newborn baby? I have, but he started squirming and crying and I almost dropped him onto the ground. I was 9 and I was assigned to watch over the baby. I’ve never held an infant since. Do you know anyone who has twins? Yes. I was surprised to see my classmate from comm research posting photos of her and her twin on Facebook. Would you rather look older or younger than your age? Younger, and that’s how it works so I’m satisfied.  Related story: I went to get my driver’s license renewed a couple of weeks ago. The guy in charge made me fill up a bunch of forms and made me do unnecessary shit in the process (i.e. made me go ACROSS THE MALL to have my ID xeroxed) because he thought I was a student driver and that I was getting my license for the first time. I would have gotten my license SO MUCH QUICKER, but he gave me the process meant for student permits. I was annoyed, but in the end 1) he apologized profusely, and 2) I just took it to mean I look much younger than 21 which I can be happy about. Where do you buy calendars from? I don’t buy calendars because I already have one on my laptop and phone. Do you shop at the dollar store often? We don’t have dollar stores. We don’t even use dollars. What does your name rhyme with? Bitchin’. Are you following in the career path of any family members? As far as I know, no. I think I’m the first to take up journalism. My maternal grandfather’s side are all very...lawyerish and diplomat-ish though, and I guess that’s kind of related to journ and the fact that I’m taking up history, psychology, and political science courses. Have you ever met anyone who talks like a robot? THAT PROF I TALKED ABOUT A FEW QUESTIONS AGO URGH. He’s probably like 25 but I wish he would resign. He’s awful. What is your favorite country in Europe? I don’t have one. Probably one with a lot of history in it. Name something unique about your town. It has a lower and upper part, haha. I’ve never heard anyone else talk about their province and if they live in the lower/upper part of it. Who does all the chores in your home? My mom. She prefers it that way. Do you feel you missed out on a lot as a kid? I believe so. I was exposed to a lot of nasty shit, so while I was pretty privileged and went to a good school, had all the cool toys, and kept up to date with the cool TV shows, I had to grow up earlier than the kids around me. What is your best kept secret (or one big secret you have right now)? Kinda the point of having a secret. Do you have anyone you can tell your secrets to? I know I can trust my friends, but I’m generally most comfortable telling my girlfriend. ^If so, who? ^ Who was that best friend you ever had? If this question was meant to be in past tense, then it would be Sofie. I really, really hope she’s doing well and that she’s happy where she is. Do people appreciate you and accept you for who you are? I hope they do? What color is your laptop? Silver. What class would you like to repeat over again just for fun? Any art studies and history class I’ve taken. I also had this one class where all we did was have oral presentations/monologues, and it was so much fun, even for an introvert. Passed that class like a breeze. It helped that I had an amazing professor who believed in each of us and knew that we all had stories to tell and share. What are five careers you think you'd be good at? Researcher, analyst...anything that entals organization and data, really. Are you thriving in your life right now? We’re all thriving. We all just have our own paces. :) Who do you have moral support from? College friends, Angela, and Gabie. Who encourages you to go after your dreams? There’s this shirt that says “I work hard so my dog can have a better life,” and that pretty much hits the nail on the head. Do you have people in your family who want you dead? Wow. List all the antiques you have in your room. None. What Bratz doll resembles you the most? I’m not sure about resembles because I guarantee you no human being looks like a Bratz doll, but Jade had always resonated with me. She always seemed like the spunkiest one out of the four. Do you have a walk-in closet? No, I’m not really interested in one. What was the last thing you ate? Krispy Kreme doughnut with Nutella filling. What would you do to save money for your wedding? Work my ass off. I absolutely need to have my dream wedding. Have you ever been manipulated, lied to, abused, or controlled? Sure. Are you against plagiarism? ...Aren’t we all?

[charlessmithhasmyheart]

I know I don’t really post much of my writing in here, RDR2 or otherwise, but I wanted to post this piece I’ve been working on…idk if it’s going to be a full novel or anything but, this is what I’ve been working on amid other things. Kinda a vent piece I guess??? Anyways…yeah.

I guess I’m trying to be more comfortable posting what I want on here instead of what I feel i have too?

Rambling over…for now!

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Molly listened to the eerie squeak of the swingset as she swayed slowly back and forth. Her shoe left little trails in the dirt as she moved, each passing leaving smudges of dirt on the canvas sole. Darren sat on the swing next to her, his breath mixing with hers as the wispy clouds billowed in the cool Autumn air. They had been out here for the last twenty minutes, simply swinging without saying much of anything. Molly had barely even looked at him, instead choosing to linger in the weird limbo they had created.

She stole a glance out of the corner of her eyes. Darren was fumbling with something in his pocket, his attention everywhere but on her. Molly turned her head and observed as he procured a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit it with deft practice and placed it in his mouth. He took a drag and exhaled, slowly and shakily. She could tell he was nervous and that made her feel something akin to joy.

Molly studied him then, taking in the rich brown tones of his skin and his dark, round eyes, and the years of pain and grief that resided behind them. The way his silky black locks curled around his ears and gently framed his face. She watched as he brought the cigarette to his lips a second time, catching a glimpse of his crooked teeth as he took another drag.

Darren exhaled again and sighed, tapping the cigarette against the metal frame of the swingset; little bits of ash falling onto the ground.

“What are we doing out here, Molly?”

She continued to stare for another moment, her brown eyes boring into him.

“Molly, come on.”

She could feel her stomach churning and her heart began to beat as she suddenly grew anxious; the thumping so loud she swore the sound echoed around them. Her mind seemed to scream at her, begging her to lay it all out. Break his heart like he had shattered hers. But all she ended up saying was:

‘Why?”

“Why what?”

A hint of rage bubbled up inside, and she tightened her grip on the chain links to keep herself in check.

“Why did you sleep with her?” She said, her lips peeling back in a sneer. He recoiled as if she had physically struck him. She could see his jaw working and his eyebrows furrow as he searched for something, anything, to say.

Molly scoffed and pushed herself from the swing seat and started walking away. She didn’t need to hear excuses or whatever else he came up with. The truth was always something hard for him to attain and she wasn’t even sure if she could handle it.

“Molly, wait!” She could hear the rattle of the chains and the crunch of his shoes on the pebbles as he chased after her. Molly jolted and wrenched her arm away when he tried to grab her.

“Don't touch me!” She snarled, whipping around sharply. “Just don’t.”

“Molly, just let me explain.”

“No, you don’t get to explain. You don’t get to say anything.” Molly ran a hand sharply through her hair. She felt her throat tighten as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “Did I even matter to you? Out of all the time we spent together, all the things we did? Was I just another notch in your belt?”

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[bannerswife]

Freaks - Bruce Banner x Reader

Title: Freaks

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader (female)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1627

Requested by @headcannonqueen​ 

“Hey plz can you do a bruce banner x reader where the reader is a artist and has the power of shapeshifing and she s talking to natasha and wanda about something and he was listening in idk 😂Am really bad at this but i havent found a good bruce one in ages that i havnt allready read. I have tried to write one myself but didnt work very good . xxxxx thanx Keira”

Authors Note: Alright soo i hope this is what you were looking for! i really hope you like it! <3

You drew your hand aimlessly across a canvas creating yet another beautiful work of art. You always loved to draw and paint, it was a way of expressing how you felt without any need of communication and to let your mind completely loose. Tony appreciated your work that much he had even given you your own work space, where you had everything you had ever wished for when it came to utensils for your work.

You hadn’t been with the avengers for long but with the time you’ve spent with them, it had honestly been the best months of your life. Though you weren't like others, you had a type of power that would make you considered to be a freak. You had possessed the ability to shapeshift into any person you desired.

On a mission, the avengers had found you and gladly took you in under their wing, especially Doctor Banner. You were quiet and very reserved when you had first met them, afraid that you were nothing but of a nuisance to them all. But Bruce helped you and spoke to you in ways that no one has ever treated you like before. It was something that truly did set off a feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had never felt before.

“My god y/n, this is amazing.” You heard Wanda from behind, making you jump in fright causing you to change forms.

At first Wanda was taken aback at your sudden change of appearance, but quickly you changed back into your desired look, your cheeks flushing a bright red.

“I’m- uh sorry about that, you scared me... but thank you,” You said with a slight smile, as you took down your canvas from the easel to replace it with another empty canvas to start yet a new project.

“No don't be sorry, i was the one that came in without knocking, which for that i’m sorry,” Wanda reassured as she walked over to the large table in the middle of your workshop that was covered in all of your paintings.

She impressively looked over them all a smile across her lips. Everything you had painted truly were remarkable, each telling their own story. Expressing different emotions and personas.

“Hey girls,” Natasha greeted as she suddenly walked into your workshop.

“Hi,” Wanda and you both said in unison looking up at her as she strided in.

“I was getting sick of everyone out there so i hope you don't mind if i hang with you guys?” Nat suggested as she took a seat at the large table that Wanda was just previously observing.

“No of course not, i’m actually glad you two came in. I was honestly kinda getting bored on my own to be honest,” You said, as you again absentmindedly began to draw your brush across the board.

It was then Natasha’s turn to admire your amazing work, a bright smile came across her face as she reached a certain piece of work.

“What’s this one of y/n?” Nat asked, as she held up the canvas to show you.

Your eyes grew wide and your cheeks flushed red, quickly you ran over to Nat and snatched the art work off her.

It was a painting of Bruce with the hulk standing tall above him, it truly was beautiful, as it was filled with all types of different greens across the canvas.

“I don't see any other fanart of us, care to explain?” She questioned, while Wanda sat next to her, her too with a growing smile over her face.

You held the piece of work close to your chest, as you rocked back and forth not knowing what to say.

“You like him, dont you?” Wanda inquired.

You didn't have to be a mind reader to know that you liked Bruce. From the moment you had met him you started falling for the scientist. Though you knew you’d never even have a chance to be with him. Sure the two of you were close friends but that was it, nothing more. And that sure did break you.

“Yeah, yeah i do. But i will never even have a chance with him, you know how he is. And besides, im a shape shifting freak.” You sighed, placing the canvas in a draw so no one else would find out, if they didn't already notice.

“And he turns into an enormous green rage monster, so? Have you seen the way he looks at you or anything else he does around you? He is head over heels in love with you!” Natasha addressed, making you softly smile at even imaging a chance with Bruce.

“Still- I don't know, don’t you girls have any love interests at the moment since we’re sharing?” You asked facing the two girls behind you, wanting to change the topic from yourself.

“Uh yeah no,” Natasha laughed as she put her feet up on the table, careful not to knock your work.

“What so not even the super soldier Steve?” Quickly you changed into Cap, in his full uniform, putting your hands on your hips in a proud looking stance.

“Aren’t i just everything you want in a man? Strong, handsome and courageous?” You said, making the girls laugh and soon after you join them, changing back into your normal appearance.

“I’m sorry that was rude,” You apologised after recollecting yourself, instantly feeling bad for mocking the avenger, going back to your work.

“No, no it was great actually. You nailed it.” Wanda commented, still trying to collect herself from her fit of laughter.

You found yourself again painting yet another picture of Bruce, you hadn’t even meant to. You smiled upon it looking at the bright greens that covered the canvas once again.

“What about you Wanda, anyone you’re crushing on like y/n over here?” Natasha asked, looking at the beautiful young woman on her left.

“No, no one here really appeals to me to be quite honest,” She replied as she fiddled with her long brunette locks.

“Hey, i thought you might want something like me? I’m- what was it? Oh yeah that's right- a genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist.” You spun back around changed into nonetheless, Tony Stark.

Again the room was filled with laughter, hardly anyone able to hold back their fit.

“Now that im not sorry for,” You cackled, before turning once again back to your art, changing to normal.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat but i’ve got to go, sorry girls” Natasha said, with a huff. Wanda too had to go as well, just as they went to leave they saw Bruce standing in the doorway.

“Bruce? What are you doing here?” Nat commented, her eyebrows furrowing, a slight smile spreading back across her lips.

Bruce looked flustered and completely confused. You quickly looked back upon hearing his name, butterflies now forming in your stomach. He hadn't been standing there that whole time without anyone noticing had he?

“I-uh-um, I’m sorry i- i didn't mean to pry but i came to talk to y/n but i-” Bruce stumbled upon his words, completely at loss because 1. He had just been caught snooping and 2. He found out you had feelings for him.

“You listened to our whole conversation, didn’t you?” Wanda interrupted, as the two girls put there hands upon their hips a playful smirk on their lips.

Bruce looked back and forth between the two girls, shoving his hands into his pockets before responding with only a slight defeated nod.

Your eyes widened and again your cheeks flushed. The room suddenly becoming an extra 10 degrees hotter as you felt your heart leap into your throat.

“Well, we’ll leave you two together to do some explaining,” And with that, you were left alone with the man you had yearned for from day one.

“Like i said, I’m sorry, i didn't mean to eavesdrop its just i heard-”

“It’s fine, Bruce. Listen, i’ve been wanting to tell you for ages how i felt about you but i just hadn’t known how to or if you even felt the same way,” You begun, as you slowly walked over to the scientist.

“And i'm fine if you don't, of course, i understand. These past months have been amazing and having you by my side is everything i've needed, you have no idea. I honestly don't know what i would have done without you.” You rambled, Bruce looking into your beautiful glowing e/c eyes.

“I’m sorry, i probably sound like an idiot.” You laughed covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

Bruce chuckled, softly taking your hands away from your face and holding them now in his hands.

“You know, i’ve felt things with you that i’ve never felt with anyone else before. I could barely even put my head around it. But i finally began to understand and what i was feeling-” Bruce looked down laughing at himself, he couldn't believe what he was just about to confess. It was as if it was all some dream.

“I- I love you y/n.” He confessed before cupping a hand over your flushed cheek.

You brightly smiled, placing your hand on top of his, over your cheek. Leaning into his large callused hand.

“And i love you, Bruce,”

Suddenly Bruce softly placed his lips onto yours, it wasn't much but it was everything you had dreamed of. The soft touch of his lips on yours made you want to melt right there and then, it felt as though everything in the world didn't matter anymore.

The two of you pulled back, your foreheads resting on each other’s before Bruce spoke up.

“And i guess that means we can both be freaks together,”

[kiera-writes]

Connor Murphy x Reader - Freak (FLUFF)

WC: ??? Warnings: lots of swearing (it's Connor, come on now) Summary: (y/n) and Connor work together on a school project about a romance novel... Requested?: on Wattpad ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ First day at a new school and all (y/n) could think of was how huge the place is! From the outside there were three visible floors that stretched across for miles either way. Lost in thought, you fail to notice your childhood friend walk up behind you. "'Sup, (y/n/n)!" The one and only Jared Kleinman says, swinging his arm around your shoulder. You shrug him off, masking a smile. You hadn't seen Jared in years and, though he's clearly still an idiot, you'd kinda missed him. "You got the first day jitters yet?" He jokes at you. "As if. I've moved around since I was 6! I've got this, man." You remark, heading towards the doors as the sharp shrill of the bell chimes. Your first class was English, a subject that always had you caught between love and hate. Stepping into the full room, you scan about to find the one empty seat left. Sat in the chair next to it is a rather tall boy with long brown hair and a huge black jacket on. With a deep breath, you stride towards him, feigning confidence. I hope he doesn't mind... You pull out the chair and sit down with a plonk. Your (f/c) skirt splaying out around you. "Hey," you whisper to him. "I hope you don't mind but there aren't any other seats left in the class." Your attempt to strike up a conversation falls flat as the somewhat moody kid scoffs at you and turns away. "I'm sorry. My name's (y/n)." "Good for you." You hear him mutter under his breath. Now visibly irritated, you turn away and pull out your notebook. Laying it in the middle of your actual work page to disguise the fact you really didn't want to take notes, you begin to scribble rapidly, ideas and images flowing out of your pen like magic. From the corner of your eye, you see the boy turn to you slightly. Page after page fills up, black ink tattooing the clean canvas. "Connor." A rough voice says from beside you. Turning with surprise, you cock your head. "My name. It's, uh, Connor." Slowly, a smile creeps onto your face. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you!" You exclaim, happy to have drawn some conversation from him. She's new, he had thought to himself, she doesn't know you. She doesn't know that you're a freak, yet. As the class was about to finish, the room filled with idle chatter. Over the top, the teacher was demanding silence and being profusely ignored. "Stop it now, all of you! I have a project to set and if you don't listen, I have half a mind to fail you all now!" That shut everyone up. "Thank you. Now, as I was saying, to help get your creative juices flowing, I will be assigning everyone a classic book for you to review by Monday!" He was met by a collective groan, to which he abhorrently ignored. "I want all of you to pair up now before I start choosing books." Shit... nobody's gonna want to pair with the new kid... Shit... nobody's gonna want to pair with the freak... Gingerly, you turn to Connor and hope he understands what's going through your head. He grants you a small nod, barely noticeable, and with that you have a partner. Standing to leave the room, the teacher turns to the pair of you. "(Y/n) and Connor! Oh you're so lucky! You shall be reviewing the wonderful Pride And Prejudice!" "A love story?" Connor shoots back with disgust. "Yeah. We're sooooo lucky". The sarcasm oozes from his words as he storms off. Behind him, the teacher begins to babble. Something about it being 'so much more than love' or something? "Hey, um, Connor?" You call after him, jogging to keep up with his strides. The boy ignores you, stomping onwards with force. "Connor!" You demand, taken somewhat aback by the power in your voice. "What?!" He snaps back, furiously. You step back nervously before clearing your throat and breathing in. "Doyouwannamaybehavemynumbersowecantalkabouttheprojectandstuff?" You sputter out, praying he understood. Connor looms over you, standing a good foot taller than yourself and cocks his eyebrow. You couldn't tell if it was humour, mockery or plain confusion. "Sorry..." You hang your head. "Do you want my number? So we can talk about the project and stuff?" You try again, retracing your words with caution. You hold your breath, ready for him to shout again but instead, you feel him reach for your arm and roll up the sleeve of your (other f/c) jumper. "W what are you d doing?" You ask, cursing yourself for the stammer. "What does it look like? I don't have any paper so here!" He replies, bluntly. You look down and there, in shimmery numbers, was what could only be his phone number. You turn to smile to him but he's already gone, leaving you alone in the long hallway. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sat at home on your bed, you put the shining numbers into your phone and type out a message. To: Connor From: (unknown number) Hey, it's (y/n). When do you wanna meet up about the project? X Hoping to god that he actually gave you the right number, you hit send and place your phone behind you. About 10 minutes later, whilst you were sat reading the assigned book, a chirp came from your phone. To: (y/n) From: Connor Idk. Tomorrow, mine? To: Connor From: (y/n) Sounds good. What's ur address? Ping! Connor sent his location We're all set. The following day at school went rather dully. Jared had taken it upon himself to give you a... not so PG tour of the school. He seemed to know just about everything about who hooked up with who and where. He also mentioned Connor briefly, calling him 'freak'. Though not sure why, you found yourself defended him against your childhood friend which earned you a day of teasing. Despite you ensuring him it was no more than a project, he now calls you Mrs Freak. Finally, the last bell rang and you rushed home to get ready. Though not sure why, you felt the need to present nicely today. You slipped on a soft t-shirt with a laced up front in (f/c) and a pair of skinny black jeans. You were just about to leave the door when... Ping! Your phone sang. To: (y/n) From: Connor U don't have 2 come tonight if u don't want. Don't want u getting a bad rep or whatever You blink at the screen, partially confused. Why on earth would you get a bad reputation for hanging with him? To: Connor From: (y/n) Never been one 4 reputation. See u in 5 x You shoot back at him, shaking off the confusion and heading through the door. To you, Connor was an enigma. Something about him seemed so trapped. As though that harsh exterior was masking something. You couldn't help but think about him as you padded down the hot concrete pavement. The way his long hair fell to his shoulders, his sharp bone structure, his perfectly painted nails polished in black. He was kind of cute... Shaking it off with a sigh, you try and divert your mind to the project as you approach the Murphy house. Whatever you do, (y/n), do NOT get a crush on the guy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inside of Connor's room was a weird and tense atmosphere. The kid had never had a girl in his room before and so he watched and marvelled as you took in your surroundings. On the walls were rows and rows of book ranging from classic literature to modern comic books. "Wow, Connor!" You gasped, in awe of the arrangements. "This is amazing! I didn't have you pinned as such a reader!" While you spoke, Connor found himself staring into your sparking (e/c) eyes. "Y yeah. I read a lot. It helps with... stuff." He forced out, trailing off at the end before he said too much. "So!" You said suddenly, clapping your hands and swivelling on your heels. "With all of these books, have you ever read Pride And Prejudice?" "I, uh, yeah. I have." He replied, ramming his clammy hands into his jean pockets. Why the fuck are you freaking out?! It's just a dumb project. Not like you'll see her again after this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Aaaaaand... done!" You sigh, contently. Between you, Connor and you had managed to complete the project in about 2 hours. Though little to your knowledge, Connor had spent a lot more time looking at you than at the screen. In the time it had taken for you to write the review, he had noticed so much about you. The way you'd let your hair fall across your face without noticing from being so distracted. The way you'd bite the inside of your cheek while thinking. Even the way your breathing would pick up as you sped up your typing. He scolded himself for noticing but he found every little detail so... endearing. It felt like the time had gone so fast and, deny it though he might, he didn't want you to leave. "So... you going now or what?" He asked, hating how forceful he sounded. "Oh! Um... I told my parents I'd be back at 8..." You say, embarrassed a little. Glancing at the clock, it read 4:13pm. You had hours left and no way back into your house. "Youcanstay." "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "You can stay here until then. If you'd like... that is?" Connor felt the heat rise in his face, turning away from you in hopes he could mask it. Connor Murphy does NOT blush! Without thinking, you grin wildly and fling your arms around his neck happily. But, like he had burned you, you recoiled quickly, muttering a thousand apologies into your chest. Ah shit... I think I've got a crush! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Moments passed by, feeling like hours, as the pair of you sat in silence. You were certain that the hug had messed things up, unaware of Connor's racing heart. It was him that broke the tension with a quiet fact. "You really seem to get the whole lovey dovey shit in the novel." "Oh! Thank you. It's a better book than I thought it was, actually." You replied, unsure of his point. "Do you... fuck... do you have a boyfriend then?" This takes you by surprise. You open your mouth to tell him but are rapidly cut off by him rambling again. "I mean, it's not like I fucking care! Why should I care? You're probably very happy with him and that's just fucking great, isn't it!!" He erupts, getting louder and harsher with each word. You were baffled by what was happening in front of your eyes. He turns from you, muttering furiously to himself. You catch the odd curse word but nothing more. Slowly, you reach out to touch his arm. Your fingers curl around the black fabric, surprised he hasn't pulled away yet, as you turn him to face you. "Connor..." you begin, nervously. "I don't have a boyfriend. Look, are you oka-" Your words are cut off by his lips pressed to yours. They're oddly soft and you can taste mint and weed in your throat. But as soon as he's there's, he's gone again. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what came over me and I just... maybe it'd be best if-" This time, you're the one to cut him off. You place your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck. It takes a moment but soon you feel his arms wrap tightly around your waist. You pull away, putting your forehead against his and smiling. "Thank you..." he breathed so only you could here it. Not wanting to ask what for, you lean your chin on his shoulder as he holds you. Connor wouldn't tell you but he was scared. He clutched onto you like you would just disappear in his arms at any second. He couldn't let that happen. The first person to see him as something other than a freak. He wasn't about to lose you now. Not now, not ever...

[hoodiejaebum]

The Clan Chapter One: All In

Pairing: Multifandom x Reader 

(Monsta X, Exo, Got7, BTS) 

Genre: Werewolf! AU/FIght Club! AU, Action/Angst

Word Count: 2.4k+

A/N: Good luck if you read this, idk what’s gonna happen lmao. Have fun! Masterlist is here. 

Werewolves, known as Children of the Night, have been prevalent in nearly every culture since the 1300s. They are vicious and mindless creatures. Once they latch on to an idea, a place, or a person, they are nearly unshakeable, so focused on the task at hand that they lose sight of everything else. They are single-minded to the point of recklessness, if you will.

You walked into the stadium with Kiera, your best friend, who happened to be too busy with all the testosterone coursing through the atmosphere to pay you any mind. You caught her by the sleeve as she wove her way through the crowd, trying to keep up. “Where are we even going?” you shouted over the noise. She must have heard you, because she turned back to look at you.

“WHAT?!” She shouted back. You shook your head and she continued to your seat. When you finally reached it, you were directly in front of the ring, and you could see the announcer with his microphone, standing off to the side. Peering around, you could just make out the two doors where each competitor would emerge to defend their title.

The lights went down abruptly, and everyone in the arena began to scream with anticipation. On your left, a figure, standing about 5’10”, appeared in a spotlight. He was wearing a hooded blue robe, and as it shone in the light, you could only assume it was made of silk. He walked down the aisle with his fists in the air, and the crowd went nuts. There was screaming and hooting coming from all directions, and you strained to hear as the announcer introduced him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, in the left corner, weighing in at 143 pounds and standing 5’10”, reigning MMA champion Lee Jooheon!” He pushed the hood back from his head and turned to face the audience. You could’ve sworn that—briefly—he made eye contact with you, smirked and then did a lap around the ring, his fire-engine-red hair blowing in the breeze.

“And in the right corner…” the announcer began as a spotlight drifted to the right door, and the crowd surged, “weighing in at a whopping 163 pounds and standing 5’11”, heavyweight UFC champion Son Hyunwoo!” Hyunwoo came out dressed in a gold robe, paired with gold and black basketball shorts. He pulled the hood back before he reached the stage, his smile dazzling not only you but also every other person in the room. He had short black hair, huge shoulders, and a face that could easily have been carved by angels. “That’s my brother!” your best friend slapped your arm, her face and chest swelling with pride. As Hyunwoo reached the stage, the announcer clapped him hard on the shoulder, and the lights went down. The crowd undulated, all the energy from both sides filling the room. When they came back up, both challengers were shirtless and bouncing on the balls of their feet.

The referee put his arms around both competitors’ necks, pulling them both close. “Now listen, I want a good clean fight. The rules are simple, you fight, one of you hits the floor for longer than ten seconds, your opponent wins. Good luck, gentlemen.” Hyunwoo and Jooheon tapped the gloves of their right hands together, and they took a full step back from each other as the bell dinged.

You watched in awe as Jooheon swung on Hyunwoo. His form was flawless as he turned his whole body into the punch, all the breath leaving him as his glove connected with Hyunwoo’s face. Hyunwoo reacted with a rumbling, wolf-like growl, and landed a right hook to Jooheon’s left eye, and the crowd jumped to its feet. Calls of “Kick his ass!!” and “You got this!!” filled the air around you. Your best friend was clutching her chest, and you turned back to the fight. Jooheon jumped back faster than lightning as Hyunwoo swung. His whole body lurched forward, and Jooheon took his chance. He grabbed Hyunwoo and put him in a headlock, landing three punches to his face as the ref stepped in. Jooheon released him, tossing him through the ropes and into the space between the seats and the ring. Hyunwoo had twenty seconds, you knew, to get back in the ring without being disqualified.

He scrambled back to his feet and slid underneath the ropes into the ring, a look of determination on his face. He was back on his feet in the standard fighting stance, and jabbed Jooheon again from where he stood in the ring. His form was a little sloppy and a tad slower, you noticed, but he didn’t let it keep him from trying. Jooheon landed a right hook straight to Hyunwoo’s face, then a left hook, and finally an uppercut. Hyunwoo fell to the canvas, his mouthpiece flying across the ring.

The referee dropped to Hyunwoo’s level and the crowd began counting backward from ten. Nine, eight, seven! Hyunwoo struggled to rise to his hands and knees, the seconds ticking by faster than you or anyone else could grasp. “Five, four, three,” the crowd yelled, and Hyunwoo moved to the side of the ring, trying to use the ropes to pull himself up. “Two,” the ref whispered to him and he was moving back to the center of the ring, having been reminded that he was to stand on his own or not at all. “One,” he was still struggling to find his footing. The referee tapped the floor, and helped Hyunwoo to his feet, then raised Jooheon’s hand over his head, announcing the winner of the match.

Jooheon had won in the first round, when everyone had doubted him. Even you had to admit, you weren’t expecting that from him, especially in the first round. He was outweighed and relatively inexperienced, compared to Hyunwoo. He shook hands with his competitor and let himself be congratulated by the announcer and his trainer, and he leaned over the ropes of the ring. His trainer poured water over his face and into his mouth, and he did a victory lap around the ring, stopping to lean over the ropes on the other side to yell at Kiera. You were now moving toward the ring, only a few feet from it.

“Kiera-yah, who’s your friend?” He pointed to you.

“This is Y/N” Kiera said, “Y/N, this is Jooheon.” You raised your hand in a little wave, and he smirked.

“Nice to meet ya,” he said, waving back. He looked over his shoulder to where Hyunwoo was being fussed over. “Shownu put up a hell of a fight. I’m honestly surprised I beat him. What are you guys doing after?”

Kiera glanced from you to Jooheon. “We were just gonna go eat and then I was gonna drop her off at home. Why?”

“We’re having a party, you guys should come. Bring your beautiful selves and pitch a five for booze.” Jooheon snuck a wink at you at the end of his sentence. You blushed and he smiled, taking off his gloves. 

 “We’ll be there,” Kiera grinned.

The music pumped through the whole house, blaring in your ears as you passed the kitchen with Kiera. You’d searched all the bedrooms, the bathrooms and the closets, and come up empty-handed so far. Kiera led the parade, you trailing behind her like a lost puppy. “I know he’s here somewhere!” she yelled over the music as you followed her through the back door and slammed straight into a broad chest that smelled wonderful.

“Uh, sorry—” you both began, and when you looked up, your jaw dropped. In front of you stood a blonde, muscular man, standing about 5’9” and wearing one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen. “Oh, shit. My bad,” he said, putting his hand out to steady you and taking a step back. Kiera appeared at his elbow, grinning at you. 

“Jackson, I see you’ve met my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Jackson Wang. He’s kind of a tool.” She teased, and he clutched his chest dramatically.

“A tool? You wound me. I prefer the term gym rat, thank you.” He grinned, turning to you. “She’s exaggerating. I’m great.” 

“Uh-huh, so great.” Kiera rolled her eyes. “Have you seen my brother?”

“Yeah, he’s out there.” He jerked a thumb back over his shoulder. He looked kinda busy with a little blonde thing, though, if I remember right,” he said, a coy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Look, I’d love to stay and chat, but I promised Namjoon I’d do another beer run. Ladies,” he nodded at you and kissed Kiera on the cheek, and was on his way. You walked out onto the patio, and sure as hell, Shownu was making out with a little blonde girl, and it seemed to be getting more intimate by the second.

He pushed her back against the wall and slipped his knee between her legs. She let out a soft moan, and Kiera cleared her throat. She walked right up and tapped him on the shoulder when the former was ineffective. “’Scuse me, Ron Jeremy. I have important shit to talk to you about. Get lost, Tinkerbell.” She jerked her chin toward the door, and Tinkerbell scoffed, walking off.

“What the fuck, Kiera? Couldn’t you see I was busy?” He noticed you behind his sister and immediately went quiet, his face going red. “Sorry you had to see that, Y/N.”

You grinned, and Kiera took over again. “Listen, fuckboy, mom and dad are coming home tonight, and you’d better not be drunk or bringing any of these little bitches home, okay?” 

“Did they say what time?” He asked, his redness deepening.

“I think mom told me midnight. It’s like, ten-thirty now.” She pulled her phone from her pocket, checking to make sure. “Yeah. It’s 10:35.” Make sure you’re home, or they’ll kill both of us.”

She turned and flounced off, her hair damn near hitting you in the face. You waved awkwardly at Shownu and followed her back in. You stopped to talk to the few people you did know and were introduced to ones you didn’t. Jackson was in the kitchen putting the beer in the fridge when you and Kiera found him again. He grinned when he turned and saw you, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. You smiled back at him, and he waved you over. “Help me put these in here,” he said, and you and Kiera jumped at the chance to help someone so beautiful put away literally anything.

While you were leaning down into the fridge to put the beer away, you heard Shownu’s voice, and turned around to face Jackson’s back. He was shielding Shownu’s view of your ass with his body. “She’s so hot,” he said to Jackson, who was still in a protective stance as you came to stand next to him. You stepped away as you realized that shit was about to get real. 

“Yeah, but you’re not entitled to her body,” Jackson growled. He was in Shownu’s face, their chests almost touching.

“I may not be entitled to her body but I promise you, she wants me,” he rumbled. “There’s no reason she’d want you anyway,” he shoved Jackson into the counter. 

As if on cue, Jooheon appeared out of nowhere, pushing the two boys apart. “Jackson, Shownu’s drunk. And honestly, you have no claim on Y/N anyway, just let it drop.”

“I have no claim on her? Your boy here has no claim on her. I’m done with this,” he said, trying to shoulder his way out of the kitchen.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Jooheon grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pulling him back. “I don’t think you understand what my man here is trying to say,” he was chest to chest with Jackson now, their faces almost touching. “You fucking half breeds are always trying to take our women. Let us have one fucking nice thing, would ya?”

“Women,” he growled, his tone dark, “are not. Fucking. Possessions!” he landed a right hook to Jooheon’s jaw. Jooheon rocked back, almost losing his footing from the force of the punch. The rage coursed through him, his whole body shaking as he regained his head. The next thing you knew, Jooheon launched himself at Jackson, breaking every single glass object on the counter, and slamming Jackson’s head against it with a sickening crack.

Blood sprayed across the kitchen floor, and Jackson regained his upper hand, pinning Jooheon to the floor with his knees and punching furiously with both hands. The sound of bare knuckles cracking against skin filled the air, and made you sick to your stomach. You were bawling, and in that moment, you realized the music had stopped.

Just then, Namjoon came storming in, pulling Jackson off Jooheon.

“Get the fuck off him. Now,” he thundered, and almost like it was mandatory for them both to obey, they broke apart, almost like they were no longer in control of their own bodies. You looked to Kiera for an answer, but she just shrugged, apparently indifferent. “Call an ambulance,” Namjoon said to you, pulling Jackson by the scruff of his shirt to his feet.

“This one,” he gestured to Jackson, “just has a mild concussion. I can take care of that. Your friend here, I’m not so sure about.” You looked at Jooheon lying on the kitchen floor, unconscious, with his lip split open and a gash on his left cheek, a matching one above his right eyebrow.

The world tilting around you, you dialed 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

You sobbed into the receiver, “I’m at a house party, someone—someone’s unconscious.”

“Ma’am, I need you to stay calm. Can you tell me the address?”

You took a deep, shaking breath, trying to calm down enough to tell the dispatcher where you were. “I—I think it’s 900 East 360 West,” the tears were streaming down your face and you tried hard not to sob audibly.

“Are they breathing? Is there a pulse?” the dispatcher sounded more concerned than anything else.

You took another long breath, leaning down to take Jooheon’s pulse. As you put your fingers against his neck, you couldn’t feel anything. The tears streamed worse than ever before, and you tried again, pressing harder to his vein. He was warm, that was a good thing, right? “I- I can’t tell,” you managed.

“The ambulance is on its way,” the dispatcher said, “please stay with me, miss.”