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siriusmydeer · 4 years ago

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hi Gia, love, I’m so proud of you. You deserve it so so much!!!

🌗if it wouldn’t be a problem, can you write a blurb with James where the reader wears makeup and is insecure without it, because she has acne? :(

love you and your work so much

so bewitching

james potter x fem!reader

summary: james sees you without makeup for the first time.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: insecurity, self doubt, swearing, mentions of anxiety, insecurities surrounding blemishes and acne

a/n: thank u dear, and to anyone with acne, blemishes, textured skin, dark circles, and anyone with skin insecurities come here let me kiss ur forehead ur beautiful <3

“what is it?” james questioned from his seated place on your bed, gazing at the creases in your bed comforter then over to your anxious figure; you had standing in the doorway of your bathroom for the last five minutes picking and biting at your nails, now, shifting from foot to foot while the wood underneath your feet creaked under your anxiety-ridden figure.

your heartbeat could’ve been going faster than a chevrolet from ‘79 from the built anxiety that was clung to your bloodstream from the moment james asked you if he could stay the night and watch those ‘muggle films’ you had been smitten with. both you and james had only been dating for a few weeks and best friends prior, but this was the first time he had wanted to stayed in your room overnight and before thinking you had said yes.

therefore, you had to take off your same face of makeup that you had been wearing since the brick of puberty had hit you in the face third year. the thought of going to bed with foundation clogging your pores, and your eyelashes sticking together was tremendously unappealing to your acne ridden skin that was hidden underneath your makeup.

“uhm, it’s nothing i just, i have to take my makeup off.” you stammered slowly as you burned a glare into the dark mahogany floor then looking at james pointing a thumb in a backwards direction. you were afraid i mean what if the boy that the boy that you had finally gotten to show your adorned love might’ve found you ugly for your textured skin. his brows creased immensely while diving into his mind in thought. okay... but what’s the problem?

you gaped into the same cerulean eyes you had fallen in love with for the past several years, his eyes sprouted in confusion as his pupils dilated at you, his eyes crinkling as he thought as to why you were procrastinating a simple task. james gestured to the bathroom, waiting for you to do so.

your breath trembled as you sighed in anxiety, your breath starting to quiver when you made eye contact with your reflection in the substantially big mirror, you fiddled with your fingers for a few seconds— maybe you could’ve taken it off and quickly put on some bb cream?

bad idea, if would’ve made to your skin worse. so you tapped your forehead a few times to disperse your fearful thoughts before quickly grabbing the moist wipe from the viridescent package and smearing the ivory wipe all over the ripples in your flesh.

the quick reddening hues becoming more distinct as your swiped off all the foundation along with other products that coated your face deeply. you felt embarrassed and maybe even ashamed, nobody else your age had this many pimples— normally they had a zit or two and they could cover it easily if it even bothered them, but you, you had to cover the reddening marks every single morning.

you didn’t want people to see your biggest insecurity, at first it was just something expressive to put on your face. something normally all girls did in third year or up, but over time it grew to be something so much more than that; and now you couldn’t even go to breakfast without at least covering up those pesky specs of red all over your face.

you looked in your reflection again, and boy did you hate what you saw. you assumed that james would hate it just as much, maybe even more than you did, but were your assumptions so mistaken.

you shook your head in an attempt to clear your destructive thoughts yet again, hastily walking over and sitting next to him on the creased lilac comforter. he zoned out of his thoughts, turning his head and seeing his dark-brunette tendrils swish as he moved; james was adamantly gaping at you, mouth blubbering like a fish and your face utterly bare.

you were so— so beautiful.

“what— why are you staring at me like that.” your question rung through his ears like bells, your mind quickly puzzling together the worst in extensive insecurity. placing your palms on the planes of your cheeks in away to cover up from him and his intense gaze on your face.

“you’re so fucking stunning.” james whispered, more to himself than you, but subconsciously grabbing your palms away from the apples of your cheeks and replacing them with his own calloused palms. he encased his hands onto your face, the rough exterior of his hands directly on the textures of your face while gazing at your features.

the pads of his thumbs directly stroking the ripples in your skin, the adoration in his warm eyes glowering over your face. “merlin, i don’t think i ever want to see you wear makeup again.” his voice was crooning, and murmured softly to you, he was so adamantly confused as to why you would cover your face. you felt the warmth in his hands directly on the apples of your cheeks, he felt your small smile graze your lips in his palms from the rising of your cheeks; similar pride swirling in his mind like pure elation and gratification, it was your smile that you gave only the gryffindor boy.

“i didn’t— i didn’t want you to think i was, like, ugly....” you stumbled off in humility, intensely staring again, this time towards your lap rather than the deep brown colour of your floor. his slouched figure looked at you in dejection— you were the most beautiful person to ever exist, how could he ever think you of all people were ugly?

you felt his nose nudge against yours softly, looking you deep into those same adorning cerulean eyes pooling in the cool shade of blue that you continually gaped into while timidity hazardously creeped onto your face in embarrassment of your confession.

“y/n, how could you ever— why would you ever think that? you’re utterly the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, ever.” his sincerity spoke directly to the heart that had been rapidly beating in your chest, sorrow overwhelmed his nervous system at your insecurity. “i just— acne, pimples, scarring all that it’s not, it’s not like pretty on me i guess.” your voice was truthful while you stammered trying to be honest with him and pick the right words, not a singular ounce dishonesty in your voice.

“but it makes you so, so beautiful. you’re face it’s so unique, and makeup or not you’re still the most angelic thing that exists; and that’s factual i won’t take no for an answer.” he crooned, removing one of his hands from your face and sponging small kisses onto the planes of your cheeks, directly onto your flushed cheeks at his affirmations.

“you’re so— so perfect in my eyes, y’know some gits have other definitions of perfect but who cares because this is mine and too be honest mine is the only one that matters so, that’s my statement.” he added humorously, feeling the vibrations of your chuckle into his palm send shockwaves of your happiness through his blood stream.

“my witch, is so, so bewitching.”

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olivyh · 4 years ago

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TWST FAMILY HCS PT 1) Heartslabyul

Riddle:

-We all know his mother’s personality (cough cough garbage), but I think that she acts that way behind closed doors and is professional and cares a lot about her public appearance, which is why Riddle was so nervous to come out about the things shes done.

-I think his mother is a little taller than him, maybe 5’5, 5’6. Shoulder length red hair thats almost always tied back in some way.

-I think he gets his short gene from his father, who I think acts like the king of hearts from Alice in Wonderland, but less stuttery and more on the timid side. I don’t think he and Riddle talk much aside from when they have to be in the same room as one another

Trey:

-I picture Mama Clover being on the shorter and more heavyset side, with lighter green hair (with grey streaks because managing a popular bakery and watching over her children has to take a toll) and dark brown eyes (you know the kind that makes people look like baby deer?) I think she’s quieter and kind, giving out free cookies to kids who might have a tighter budget or who couldn’t get what they want. Despite that, she’d be on the stricter side when it comes to her children, making sure they don’t eat too many sweets or hurt themselves in the kitchen

-Papa Clover is on the more carefree side. He’s the one who mostly runs the kitchen of the bakery. I like to think he’s an artist (bc designing cakes is IMPOSSIBLY HARD) and often sketches his wife and kids when he has the time (theres an old sketch of mama clover rocking baby trey still hanging in their hallway). He’s where Trey gets his prankster side from, often spraying the kids with the hose from the sink or clapping flour all over them

-Trey’s younger brothers, who I like to think are twins like tweedle dee and tweedle dum, act just like them. They’re mischievous and love to hear stories from all over the place, often interrupting one another when they they to retell their own. They’re likely somewhere around ten-twelve, since I think their parents would have wanted time with just Trey before having more. The two are practically inseparable, except in the kitchen. The kitchen turns into a war zone whenever the two are involved, and often Trey or his mother have to step in. They inherited their mother’s green hair and brown eyes.

-Baby sister Clover is the baby of the family, ranging at four to five years old. I think she’s the one who’s most like Trey personality wise, often acting like a “mini-mom” to her older brothers. She’s stubborn, and knows how to use her cuteness to her advantage. I mean, how can anyone turn down her with her baby fave and eyes made bigger by her comically large glasses (are they even hers???)

Cater:

-Papa Diamond: An oldie at heart. Has no idea how technology works and often struggles with basic phone protocol. He tries to get involved with his children and their fast paced life, helping Cater and his sisters with whatever trend they need hik for. No matter what, he’s their biggest fan and will print out his favorite pictures of them from their magicams. I think he had brown-ish hair before it all turned grey due to having to raise three children on his own (including two Cater-like personalities). I’d say he’s on the taller and more heavyset side.

-Oldest sister Diamond: The straight laced and mature one. She tries to act like shes so much older than she is, and insists that her decision to major in photography is not at all based off those pictures of magicam models. She does partake in teasing her younger brother when she can, though, critiquing him on his angles and choice of filter (she really wants to help him grow his magicam account but is afraid to say it without hiding it behind teasing). She has bright orange hair that she often wears up, though when it’s down it goes all the way down her back. She’s also taller (5’7-5’8 ish)

-Second oldest sister: The wild card. She is a social butterfly much like her younger brother, but cranked up to a ten. She is impulsive which ends up in a lot of late night tears with her sister while Cater tries to fix her failed bangs (“they made it look so easy online!”). She often sneaks out to take walks through the nearby city at night, thriving in the busy streets and the bright lights. She takes pictures to show Cater so they can go to the small spots she finds in the morning (even though all her photos turn out blurry or smudged- she got the gene from her father). She has short chopped orange hair, that often has little accessories or chunks dyed different colors.

Deuce:

-Mama Spade: The love of my life, the apple of my eye, the sun to my moon, Mama Spade. The sweetest woman you will ever meet, always looking out for her son and his friends. Even when he was hanging with a bad crowd, when one of his friends needed a place to stay because something happened at home she was the first to take them in. She seems like the kind of person to love animals (despite being upset about not being able to take care of one), and often sends Deuce small magicam posts about animals doing cute things. He got his love of chickens from her. She is probably around 5’4, and has the same coloring as Deuce, with dark blue hair that goes down her back (with a few grey streaks, making her hair look like the sky with shooting stars) (god i love her and she’s not even shown in game)

Ace:

-Papa Trappola: A gruff man, who stands at the same height as his son. He’s like one of those men you meet outside a 7-11 and they’ll tell you their life story for a slushie. Definitely has had a rebellious youth that shaped him to be a little rougher, which got him in trouble, but otherwise deeply cares for his wife and children (even though he shows it in weird ways- like when one of them mentions they like a certain food he’ll drop a whole container of it on their beds and leave, acting like he doesn’t know where it came from) He definitely looks like Giulia’s (i butchered that) dad from Luca.

Mama Trappola: Remember what I said about Luca? Yeah, she looks like Luca’s mom in human form. She’s a stern and strict woman, often scolding her boys and husband for bickering. She’s not afraid to speak her mind and can and will snap at anyone who threatens any of her boys (it’s terrifying to see a short, stout redheaded woman charging at you). She’s very affectionate when she’s not scolding them, often smothering her sons in hugs and kisses, making obnoxious noises while doing it.

-Big brother Trappola: Cockier than Ace by a mile, and won’t hesitate to be blunt about whatever’s on his mind. If you want the truth, he’ll give it and then some. He’s a lot more level headed than his brother, brushing off arguments and snide comments like it’s nothing. He’s a very talented magician, serving as a role model for his younger brother. He looks the exact same as Ace but with hair that is kept more neat and being a few inches taller, almost at the six ft line

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst headcannons #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #heartslabyul

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leejeongz · 4 years ago

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treasure’s ideal type (MY OPINION)- hyunsuk~jaehyuk

pls don’t forget these r just my opinion!!! i don’t know them and i don’t know their ideal type, this is just for fun. they may be a pile of poop and vv inaccurate. pls don’t think too much into these at all ❤️

things that they have previously stated are in pink :) when they say things like “sexy” or “short hair” etc i just went along the lines of stereotypically those things but it’s subjective so again, don’t think too much about it lovessss

🪐hyunsuk: 1998-2001

appearance-

↝ short hair, making their face look a lot bigger and fuller. probably dyed unnatural colours or with highlights

↝ a clear sense of style that can compliment his

↝ they might have tattoos or piercing too! something that makes them a little edgier than “normal”

personality-

↝ confident when necessary, but occasionally shy and timid (flustered when he compliments them)

↝ independent. doesn’t need to rely on him. can and will achieve their goals on their own. but saying that, he’d be quite needy, so being there for him when he needs is important too (ofc he’d be there for them too)

↝ a listener rather than a talker. someone who will listen to his troubles without interrupting him

↝ devoted and reliable, they only look at him and he can trust them to do so by their actions early on in the relationship.

↝ he’d definitely appreciate a well placed compliment, especially when that person means it, so sincerity and that want to make other people smile would make him so so whipped

🌸jihoon: 2001-2004 (but that age doesn’t matter)

appearance-

↝ sexy type visuals, with a curvy figure, long legs and sultry, alluring eyes

↝ tall, either as tall as him or a little shorter

↝ healthy body, possibly works out or plays a sport

personality-

↝ opposing the appearance, someone with an innocent, shy personality, who only opens up and shows the real them to people they’re close to

↝ lets him take the lead in the relationship, yet can stand their own and is still quite sassy and strong minded

↝ able to accept his teasing, and doesn’t try and stop him from being that type of person

↝ has the same idea of fun as him, but still attempts to push him out of his comfort zone when they have thought of things that he might like. if he senses that you aren’t on the same wavelength, it wouldn’t necessarily be a great match

↝ a debater, the conversation has substance, and whether they’re agreeing with him or not (he’d prefer someone with the same thoughts and values so mostly agreeing), this person puts their well thought through point across in a mature way

⚡️yoshi: 2000-2001 (prefers someone the same age)

appearance-

↝ long hair that’s dark, shiny and well kept

↝ sexy features, such as intense eyes, full lips, high cheekbones and a narrow chin

↝ a subtle hint of authority just by looking at them. they look powerful and determined

personality-

↝ a very goal oriented person would match well with yoshi and would encourage him to not give up on his latest dream

↝ mysteriousness has always been attractive to him, but he’d like it if they showed ONLY him purposeful glimpses every now and again as to what they are really like, he’d appreciate that they trust him enough to do so after he’s told them everything there is to know about him

↝ inquisitive and ready to learn more all the time, always asking questions, even if it’s not about something they’ve ever shown an interest in before (maybe just to keep the other person happy while talking about their passions??)

↝ an equal. they don’t pity him for things they can do that he can’t, they don’t applaud him for doing tasks that are expected, they are well grounded and see him as the same as themselves (i know what i mean but idk how to word that i hope u get what i’m saying loool sorry)

🌟junkyu: 1998-2003 (but that age doesn’t matter)

appearance-

↝ short hair, with a fringe. they like to do things with their hair and accessories it, maybe with clips or hair bands

↝ short and cute, quite baby faced

↝ round eyes, sometimes they use winged eyeliner to make them look wider, but he finds them pretty either way

personality-

↝ a silly sense of humour, someone who won’t ruin his fun or dampen the mood

↝ doesn’t particularly play by the rules? isn’t afraid to bend the rules and do whatever the fuck they want because why not- he’d find it endearing and would follow them

↝ someone with dreams. even if they’re seemingly out of reach, he adores that they’re trying and have thought about it

↝ they don’t mind making the first move, they aren’t shy and act aren’t scared of getting turned down (even though he isn’t gonna do that)

☀️mashiho: 1997-2000 (prefers someone older)

appearance-

↝ long hair with no fringe. he doesn’t mind if it’s dyed or not, but he thinks it’s cute when its dyed non-natural colours

↝ sexy, curvy body with some cute features like big eyes and full cheeks

↝ prefers taller but would definitely not just base it off of height. he’d still go for someone who’s shorter ofc.

personality-

↝ full of conversation and intrigue while also having a lot of things to talk say about themselves

↝ humble and thankful for everything they have. they don’t take things for granted at all

↝ intelligent, but humble about it haha. he wants to share his life with this person, he wants to learn from them and with them, mutual exploration rather than being talked at/even down to.

↝ communication would be a very important factor for mashiho. someone who can understand him, someone who talks the same language as him is a must, but distance doesn’t matter.

↝ they just appreciate his efforts. when he falls for someone, he puts his everything into them, they must reciprocate or at least show appreciation.

❄️jaehyuk: 2001-2005

appearance-

↝ long brown hair with no fringe

↝ naturally pretty, they don’t feel like they have to put make up on when they’re with him (because he’s made them feel so comfortable and has helped them appreciate their natural beauty 🥺)

↝ i think eyes would be something that he’s drawn to the most, the colour doesn’t really matter, nor the shape, but if he finds them pretty he’s gonna fall in love

personality-

↝ naturally a loving and caring person, who would bend over backwards to help anyone

↝ a private person, they don’t reveal too much about themselves or their life, especially not to strangers

↝ welcoming and friendly! people naturally gravitate towards this person

↝ most of all, he wants someone to be honest with him emotionally, someone who isn’t afraid to make themselves vulnerable to him because it shows trust, and so he can do the same back. it requires a lot of maturity and intelligence to put this across to him too.

#treasure #treasure ideal type #treasure imagines #hyunsuk #choi hyunsuk #jihoon #park jihoon #yoshi #junkyu #mashiho #jaehyuk #yoon jaehyuk

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xxiaoyang · 4 years ago

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i've got you (too) | yangyang (m)

yangyang was the best at reading you. as much as he liked to play around, he was always there when you needed him.

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warnings/tags: smut, non idol!au, college!au, unprotected sex, breeding?, switch!yangyang but kinda soft dom ig, sub!reader, hurt/comfort, love-making, feelings, fluff

a/n: this is just soft. build up but what’s new, it’s me and i can’t shut up about him.

yangyang was always good at reading you. he was like that with most people, observant enough to pick up on the mood around him. but with you, some days he may as well be reading your thoughts. at times it's like he knows what you're feeling before or better than you do. when you walked through the door of your shared apartment with hunched shoulders, he knew something was off.

he had finished class earlier, spending the remainder of his afternoon playing games online and eating whatever he could find in the pantry. you guys really needed to go shopping. he made a mental note to chide you about it later, his mischievous self always looking for a way to tease you, even knowing full well he was the one who ate all of the food.

he was sprawled out on the couch waiting for you, mindlessly clicking through youtube videos and watching as the time ticked on. it was now thirty minutes after your last class, and he couldn't stop the slight bit of worry that creeped into his mind.

your apartment was only about eight minutes from campus, having chosen it for that reason, so you should have been home already. and you always let him know when you were held up with work or going to be home later. it wasn't that you couldn't go about your day without letting him know what you were doing, he just worried when he didn't hear from you for a while. this was unusual for you two.

he sat up straight, shaking the negative thoughts out of his mind and checking his messages in case he'd missed one. nothing. that was weird. he decided to send you one and ask how you were doing, but before he could hit send the telltale click of your deadbolt filled his ears, his head snapping over to you, ready to give you an earful.

you walked through the door a second later, turning to lock it and remove your coat and shoes by the rack without a word. yangyang let a smirk curl at his lips and took the opportunity to poke fun at you.

"what took you so long! we ran out of snacks," he teased lightly, "i almost starved."

you turned in his direction, still silent, and it was then he could see the tired look on your face, your shoulders drooping and your legs barely holding you. his smirk was wiped away at the sight of you, his legs already making their way over to you.

he held your shoulders, tilting his head in an attempt to meet your eyes, but they were unfocused as you gazed off into space. he felt his heart crack at how defeated you looked.

"what's wrong, baby? talk to me." he let his hands fuss at you, straightening out your oversized sweater, a few gentle fingers coming to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. you didn't budge. you didn't even seem present in the room. your head stayed lowered in its position. he began to worry that something bad had actually happened.

taking your face into one of his hands he turned you in his direction, checking you for any clues that could help him figure it out.

"did something happen? did someone do something to you? at least tell me you're okay."

the hint of panic in his voice brought you to your senses, pulling you from your zoned out state to look into his eyes. it was like you hadn't even registered him there. as the warmth of his touch seeped into your skin, his eyes searching yours so intensely, you felt yours sting with tears. tears you didn't realize you were holding back.

that had him springing into action. yangyang was an energetic and playful boy, but he was serious when he needed to be and he knew exactly how to take care of you when you needed him.

"oh baby, come here," he cooed, pulling you into his arms and stroking the back of your head softly. as soon as he did, your arms were clinging to him, your form shaking slightly in his hold. he was sure his heart had broken, your weak sobs making him want to cry too. but he wouldn't, for you.

he waited patiently for you to let it all out, holding you by the door until you were ready to talk. when you sniffled and lifted your head, he brushed the hair from your forehead, staying quiet and giving you room to speak.

"i'm sorry." he knew you were going to apologize, but let you keep going. "i wasn't ignoring you, i was held up after class and i just wanted to come home so badly but he wouldn't let me and i didn't even realize the time."

"was it that professor?" you nodded, yangyang following suit in understanding. the one who always gave you a hard time about your assignments.

"that prick. one of these days i'm going to have to give that old man a talking to," he pouted, earning a giggle and a weak slap on the arm from you. he continued, "i will! i'm not above fighting an old person."

your giggles erupted into a full belly laugh, your bright smile returning to your face, lighting up the room once again. there you were.

he just watched you with his big gummy smile, happy that, for the most part, you were okay and that you were smiling again.

"i was just kidding, by the way, i wasn't actually starving."

you shook your head, scoffing at him. "you can get your own food, you know," you teased back weakly.

he didn't respond, his deep brown eyes boring into you and making you feel small. "well... what do you want to have? it's still a bit early for dinner but we can start to make something. or order something later?" you asked.

yangyang shook his head, his hands holding you by your waist and pulling you closer to him. "i don't really want to eat right now."

your eyebrows furrowed together, "mm, okay. what do you want then?"

he leaned forward until he was flat against you, a hand trailing down your back as he spoke, "just want you. let me make you feel better."

the intent behind his words was made clear to you by his actions, his hand rubbing soothingly into the small of your back and sending a shiver down your spine. he kissed the side of your head down to your neck, stopping before he reached the sensitive skin there.

you felt yourself melting into him, your exhausted brain shutting down at his smooth voice. you felt out of control of yourself. most of all, you felt needy, wanting him more than anything now.

you leaned into him, legs nearly giving out, a small hum in the back of your throat. he smiled to himself, stepping back to place a hand behind your knees and scoop you up into his arms.

you were both shocked and impressed by the action, unaware that he had such strength. the revelation making you feel even smaller in his grasp.

yangyang carried you to your bedroom, sitting on the end of the bed and shifting you into his lap so you were sat across his legs.

one hand traced patterns on your back, his other hand smoothing up and down your thigh. he was waiting you out to make sure you wanted to continue. "are you sure this is okay? if you want we can just cuddle and watch tv or nap. those are good to me too."

your heart clenched at your boyfriend's sweet words, his soft tone breaking you down into a yearning mess for him. the feeling was unfamiliar to you, with you usually having good control of them. you just nodded and hid your face in his chest.

he chuckled and lifted you from his lap to stand you in front of him, his long legs on each side of you. "let's get these off of you."

his movements were slow and calculated as he pulled your sweater over your head. he was treating you like fragile china that would shatter in his hands at any moment. it only made you weaker. with the same carefulness he removed your bottoms, leaving you bare in front of him while he was still fully clothed.

you felt like you had been put under a microscope, acutely aware of his gaze as his eyes wandered over every curve and dip of your body. if the pure adoration wasn't so present in his eyes, you might have felt a bit self-conscious. the only thing you felt was the overwhelming desire for him to take you right there.

you were having trouble finding your words, unsure of what you even wanted to say, so you just tugged at the bottom of his hoodie hoping he'd get the hint.

he grinned, that mischievous grin you'd come to love, and pulled it over his head in one swift motion, his toned chest and arms on display for your glazed over eyes. you were barely thinking anymore, just feeling. the heaviness of the atmosphere weighed on you, making you crave him more.

your hands flew to smooth skin, fingers trailing over his prominent collar bones to his shoulders that had gotten bigger in recent months. he shivered when you dragged your nails down his abdomen, feeling up every part of him.

it wasn't usually like this. you and yangyang were pretty much always on the same wavelength, being more inclined to have fun and be less serious when you were having sex, even trying new things in a space that was more lighthearted. but this was different. this was much deeper. it was so intimate.

you felt yourself growing more timid, which was another first. your dynamic with him was different, as well, you being the one who was more experienced and typically leading. it alternated back and forth between you two, yangyang's ability to read people being very helpful for times when you didn't feel like being in control. but even in those times, you still had control - over yourself. now you just felt vulnerable and dazed. if it weren't yangyang making you feel that way, it would have terrified you.

but the boy, with his big sparkly eyes that were looking up at you now, only filled your heart with warmth, no fear present. without realizing it you had crawled back into his lap, fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans in a lazy attempt to undo it.

he laughed from deep in his chest, amused by the far off look on your face as you fumbled your way around him. he kept his comments to himself, only pressing his lips to your forehead and pushing his pants down his hips.

when you didn't make a move to let him take them off, he lifted you in his arms once again, flipping you slowly and laying you under the plush blanket.

he knew your mind was shutting off and it had his chest swelling with fullness to know he made you comfortable enough to get that way. you were always the responsible one, so often shouldering the burdens and taking care of him on top. you rarely let your guard down, even with him at times. it took him a while just to get you to open up to him in the beginning. but even at your most vulnerable, you always maintained control.

to be able to see those walls come down and for you to allow yourself to. to put enough trust in him to have total control over you made his heart pound behind his ribs. he wanted to be everything you needed, everything you were to him. to make you feel special and cared for and safe. he knew it would take a while, and now that it's here, he feels so full. full of love for you. and he just wants to show that to you.

yangyang quickly tore off his jeans and crawled up to you on the bed, leaving a trail of kisses up your leg, over your stomach and chest all the way to your lips, molding his together with yours and warming you from the inside out.

tugging at the blankets beneath you to pull them up, he moved so you both were under the covers, and settled himself between your legs on top of you.

he looked down at you with such fondness in his eyes, taking in every small detail and gracing every spot with a kiss as he went. the adoration he felt for you was immeasurable, all consuming. you were so special to him. you understood him and complimented him in a way no one else could, always making him feel loved and seen. now he could return the gesture.

yangyang lowered himself and kissed you with all the emotions he couldn’t contain, something so tender and full of passion. the warmth that was radiating from him was so overwhelming you could cry right there. but you just kissed him back, meeting him in that place and returning his devotion.

he held you close in his embrace, a hand wandering down your stomach to your side and rubbing at your hipbone with his thumb. his fingers danced across your thigh to your core, met with the slick heat of your folds. he parted them with a finger, spreading your wetness up and down, kissing you all the while. his tongue brushed against yours in slow, focused motions. he let his finger slide back down, dipping into your entrance and making you gasp on his lips.

he slid his finger into you all the way, curling it and drawing broken whines from you. yangyang moved back and began crawling down between your legs and your hands flew to him, grabbing at his shoulders to stop him.

you shook your head, clinging to him, “don’t need to. want you inside.”

he froze, stomach flipping at your demure tone as he returned to his spot over you. “okay, baby, let me grab a condom-”

“no,” you held his arms, lifting your hips to meet his untended erection, “want you like this, if that’s okay.”

he crashed his lips against yours, nodding and moaning into you, his need for you just as intense. he used a hand to trace along your slit with his length, coating himself in your essence before pressing the tip to your opening. slowly he pushed into you, your muscles loosening to accommodate his width. the defined edges of his head rubbed against your walls deliciously as he inched himself into you further, the feeling already too much for you in this state.

he stilled, lips parting from yours to search your eyes for any discomfort, finding none. you pulled him back to you and encouraged him with a small thrust of your hips. without hesitation he pushed the rest of his length into you, bottoming out and reaching a place inside you that had your body humming with satisfaction. he was so close, you could feel every detail of him, hot and twitching in your center. you thought for a second that you could even stay like this, but you wanted more of him.

when you wiggled your hips, he got the hint, laughing through his nose where his lips were pressed to your jaw. “tell me how you want it, baby.”

“don’t care. just want to feel you deep inside.”

he couldn’t help but find you adorable and stroked your cheek, pushing aside the feelings that arose in him to focus on you. yangyang lifted himself on his arms and pulled out of you, thrusting back into you with a force that had you arching off the bed.

lowering his head to your chest, he kissed your breast so softly you almost didn’t register it, a whimper escaping when he took your nipple between his lips.

he paid special attention to all of your sensitive areas, making sure to cover every part of you with his affection, while rolling his hips into you in a slow rhythm. it wasn’t like you to just lie and take it, you always wanted to make him feel good too. but you were sure that if it weren’t involuntary, you wouldn’t even be breathing right now.

yangyang returned to your lips, pouring himself into you and giving you all that he could. he was losing himself in you already, quickly coming undone from the velvet feel of you wrapped around him so tightly. he wanted to be as close to you as possible, to be one with you. he increased his speed, pumping into you harder trying to get as much friction as he could for the both of you.

each thrust sent shivers across your skin. he was thrusting into you so hard you swore you could feel it in your womb. the thought had you bringing your legs up around him to hold him closer, all sorts of primal desires swimming in your mind.

he shifted in your hold, hitting that sweet spot in you with his next thrust and ripping a cry from your throat. at your reaction he picked up the pace, now pounding into you and rendering you a moaning, panting mess. you’d never felt this good before, feeling the heat pooling in your core and building up with pressure.

you felt like you were drifting away from yourself, from reality. you couldn’t hear any outside sounds or see anything besides the white taking over your vision. you weren’t even thinking. all of your senses were overtaken by one thing; yangyang. your body ached with the need to feel him even deeper inside of you. you wanted him to push himself into you as far as he could and plant his seed there. you wanted him to mark you on the inside, in the deepest, most intimate way. it was all you could think.

"please,” your voice sounded separate from you, struggling to form the words, “please fill me. want you to fill me up. make me yours.”

yangyang felt like his arms were going to give out on him, the meaning of what you said flashing in his mind and making him quake from deep within. you two had always played it safe, even though you were on birth control, he would always pull out and finish somewhere else. hearing you ask for him to finish inside you had his control slipping, his movements growing sloppier as he chased that feeling.

he crashed his lips against yours, nodding and moaning against you. his hips drilled into you and had you tightening around him, the feeling drawing airy moans from his lips. the air was permeated with the sounds of skin slapping and heavy breathing, but the only thing he could focus on was your sweet voice.

lowering himself onto his elbows he slid his hands under your back, hugging you and burying his face in your neck as he felt himself nearing the edge. “you gonna come for me, baby? let go all over my dick while i fill you up?”

you whined and rut your hips up into his, dragging your nails across his back and making him hiss. you nodded, pleading with him to keep going, to give it to you, that being the only thought you could form. “i’m-”

everything went white, then seeped into a warm gold like sunlight pouring over you, your body as weightless as a fluffy cloud floating in the sky. the only thing keeping you on earth being yangyang’s touch and his smooth voice as he reached his high immediately after you, burying himself in you and filling you in your deepest part.

yangyang moaned against your neck as he rode out his high, lightly bucking his hips and milking himself in you, giving you every last drop in him.

you felt his cum in spurts, spilling into you and spreading heat to your womb. you’d never felt anything like it before. you felt full. you felt whole. and you felt absolutely weightless as you came down from your high, your senses flooded as you drifted back into the room.

when you opened your eyes you were met with the dim light pouring in from the living room and yangyang resting his head on your shoulder. everything seemed to have a rosy tint to your eyes, the room glowing faintly pink.

yangyang raised his head to look at you, a small smile coming to his lips and making him look like the cute boy you had fallen for some time ago. the sparkle in his eyes made your heart skip and you pulled him in for a kiss, melting into his touch. he let himself drop onto you, still seated inside of you.

when it came to yangyang, everything else fell away. there was nothing that took over your mind more than him. nothing that you made feel as whole as you did now. as complete as you did, just having him this close. you felt you could stay like this with him forever.

#yangyang #yangyang smut #wayv smut #wayv #liu yangyang #nct #nct smut #nct fanfic #wayv fanfic #im really so broken #i #i need a lobotomy #goodnight

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nautiscarader · 4 years ago

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Year of the cow, or how I stopped worrying and loved the meme (BBRae)

Beast Boy's and Raven's relationship is truly one of the most subtle and emotional ones I have seen. There are lots of fantastically written fics which dive deep into characterisation and their nuanced, complicated emotions, showing complex colours of the spectrum of love.

Unfortunately, you have made a mistake clicking on one of my fics.

This is a birthday present for my buddy, ZekkKiray, and it revolves around a meme which I really found irritating... And I wondered how other characters might have reacted to it. Happy birthday, man!

yes, still half hour till midnight in my time zone, made it.

BBRae, 4k, E, (Ao3)

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As the Sun slowly hid on the horizon, Jump City, just like every city and town in the world, was slowly preparing for a glorious celebration. People were ready to welcome the new year with dances, parties and optimism encouraged by copious amounts of alcohol.

But not everyone was interested in partying and throwing caution to the wind. Five superheroes traversed the town's rooftops, watching over many celebrations, and ideal breeding grounds for crime, big or small.

Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, Raven and Beast Boy set out to patrol the city, to ensure that this momentous occasion won't be disturbed by any wrong-doer...

And quite quickly decided to join the party. Well, some of them. Robin sighed when he realised that his team has disbanded to join the crowd of onlookers, cheering and applauding the band on the colorful stage, that would soon be replaced by another group, hired just to play one or two hits for some quick cash.

Raven stayed to the side as well, keeping her eye not only at her friends, but the crowd, though her attention was suddenly caught by the dancers on the stage. Three women, dressed in black-and-white horned costumes, performing a synchronised dance, much to the delight of the audience.

- Er, and what exactly is that? Some sort of fad...?

- Oh, no, friend Raven! - Starfire was eager to explain - Robin has told me it's a Chinese calendar! And the Chinese have chosen an animal to represents each year, and...

- Oh, yeah, right. - Raven interrupted her - And lemme guess, this year's a cow?

- Ox, technically. - Robin chimed in - And it's not even started yet, it's based on a lunar one, so it will be somewhere in February.

Raven looked at the women in their silly costumes, dancing and playfully jiggling their fake udders and cow-bells to the beat of the music.

- Meh, whatever, it's gonna be over soon. Oh, by the way, this guys was pickpocketing. - Raven spoke nonchalantly, her shadow coiling around a burly man's throat.

By January fourth, however, Raven was seeing cows everywhere. Television, billboards, the internet... especially the internet. She felt as if it was a single-themed Halloween party that somehow stretched to a week.

And the boys weren't helping. While Robin remained reasonably level-headed, Cyborg and Beast Boy were having times of their lives, enjoying every single appearance of the costumes in real life, or in any media.

The worst thing was, Raven wasn't even sure why the fad irritated her so much. There were much more asinine things out there. But something about that fad was driving her nuts.

At the very least, there was Starfire, who sometimes was able to understand her.... or so Raven thought until she returned one day from the market with plastic cow-horns on her head a bell around her neck.

Raven groaned at the sight of his friend and stormed out of the common room, pushing away few streamers, still lingering after the new year's party.

She closed door to her room behind her and embraced the darkness and silence that allowed her to meditate and focus her powers...

And then she heard the faint jingling of the cowbells from behind the wall.

The purple flames on the candles around her shot up to the ceiling, as Raven tried to control her irritation.

She barked and grabbed her mirror, disappearing into her private void that extinguished the flames she ignited.

Raven walked down the floating rocks that paved her dimension, encased in darkness, illuminated by just few stars and distant galaxies. The ravens flew away in fear, as she glided forward, hoping to find some peace and quiet here...

- Hiya!

But of course, in this realm, she was never truly alone.

A woman dressed in pink jumped from behind a nearby rock, causing Raven to cease her movement just for a while, before she promptly decided to ignore her own emoticlone.

- Oh come on, you haven't been here for ages! - the jovial embodiment of happiness continued - We've been having SO much fun here!

- Great. Leave me alone.

But before she could react, Pink grabbed her and steered her off-path, flying down a different route, loudly announcing their presence.

- Hey guys. looks who's here! - she shouted, waving the arm she wasn't using to maneuver Raven between rocks.

- Oh, great, our big sister... - the Orange mumbled from behind a couch-shaped rock

- Have-have we done something wrong? - the timid Graphite pulled over her cloak

- Judging from your prolonged absence, something extraordinary must have happened. - Yellow interjected, eyeing Raven with curious stare.

Raven let out another groan.

- It's nothing. Leave me-

- Oh, is it about you-know-who?

Violet's sly and suggestive voice prompted Raven to pause mid-turn. her eye twitched.

- Ooh, very brave of you to tackle the most common problem of your visits! - Green added at once. - He can be annoying...

- I've said...

A blast of energy erupted around her, as Raven turned away, but couldn't finish her sentence. There was one emotion left, and she knew very well what can summon her, and it was already too late.

- Come on, say it.

Red spoke, gleaming with a subtle, yet unmistakeable triumph in her voice.

- I'm done with you. - Raven answered and continued her walk, before being predictably stopped again

- Oh sure, is this why you have almost brought me back? - she sneered - And for such petty reason...

- Ooh, tell us, tell us! - Pink chimed in, before being brought aside by Yellow

- Let me do it...

Red spoke and spread her arms, giving the other emoticlones chance to glimpse into what little she have seen.

- That... that is quite an insignificant reason to bring back *her* - Yellow judged - Are you sure it's adequate?

- I'm just afraid this will backfire... - Graphite meeped from behind her

- But I was right - Violet added - It is about him...

- ENOUGH!

Raven burst with energy, silencing her living emotions.

- We just want you to say it, so we can... help you.

The Red emoticlone stood in her way, finally making her stop. Her presence cast a shadow of fear on the lesser creatures of this realm, and even some other emoticlones that dared not to approach her. Red's voice was strangely polite, though Raven knew she must have an ulterior motive behind it.

- And you know what the answer to your problem is.

Anger reached her arm and waited for Raven's response. She couldn't meet her eyes. She was right, of course, but at the same time, embracing the violent and unpredictable part of her nature, reminding her of her father's legacy filled her with disgust...

- But you will not be alone with it. - Violet suddenly joined.

- And while it may look odd, this might be an opportunity to broaden your horizons. - Yellow continued.

- And let's face it, you've done weirder things, but you never cowered away! - Green shouted.

- Besides, it's gonna be so much fun! - Pink smiled.

Raven lifted her hood and looked at the other emoticlones, all awaiting her decision.

Knowing she's delaying the inevitable, with a heavy sigh, Raven made her decision.

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Garfield knew better not to interrupt Raven. He has made that mistake a few times in his life, and he still had his life only because Raven was his friend.

Still, seeing her angry was painful, thought not as much as the silent treatment he was getting from her. Beast Boy hesitated for a moment, and just before he was about to knock on her doors, he stopped himself.

With a sigh, he turned around and returned to his room, finding someone already inside.

At first, Garfield thought he was dreaming. But after a few blinks, he realised that the marvellous, dreamy sight in front of his eyes was real, and it made his heart skip a beat.

Raven's trademark, dark-blue attire was gone, replaced by a white costume dotted with black-and-brown spots. Her long legs were covered in fishnets with the same pattern, and as his eyes travelled up, he realised what was exerting the gravitational force that was pulling him that way...

The skin-tight costume had changed his perception, perhaps, but even then, Raven' nipples were just a fraction of an inch away from slipping, as her breast were simply too big to stay hidden in any article of clothing.

And when he looked at her horned head again, he noticed a faint smile on her face, contrasting so much with her demeanour over the past few days. She shifted her legs, spreading them slightly, giving him just a small tease of what was to come, and with her eyes fixated at him, she spoke.

- Moo, I guess.

- Oh, momma!

And before she knew it, Beast Boy leapt onto her with the grace and agility of a frog, diving between her enlarged breasts, and feeling the delicate, cushioning texture engulf his head almost entirely. And at the same time, with his fingers digging into the material, he freed Raven's breasts, hungrily kissing each square inch of her body as if his life depended on it.

- Gar... - Raven moans, feeling her boyfriend wriggling against her bosom

- I see someone has changed her mind...

- You can say that... - Raven replied, hiding the moan that was about to escape her lips.

- I guess you took Starfire's approach and visited the market? - Beast Boy joked, between his kisses - Or, wait, no, you ordered it online so no one will know, right?

- Let's just say I didn't have to order it...

For a moment, Beast Boy pondered the meaning of her words, until he realised that he has seen her outfit once before. Well, without the black-and-brown blots. And as the realisation dawned on him, he let out a gasp, as Raven's eyes glowed white.

Only one of the spots was brown. There was a pink, yellow, green one...

Her most powerful form, the combination of all of her emotions sat on his bed, emanating raw magical, warm energy that could easily vaporise him if she wanted to. Beast Boy suspected the horns weren't plastic either, and that he has just made a few snarky jokes to a demonic sorceress orders of magnitude more powerful than him.

And yet, she was still smiling.

- I just... - Raven swallowed - Couldn't stand you ogling all those cartoon anime girls on-line, in their stupid cow costumes. So I had to fight fire with fire.

- Aww... - Beast Boy cooed - Is my Raven jealous?

- YES. - the demon spoke in deep, rumbling voice that shook some of the objects on the shelves.

The spots on her White costumes suddenly glowed with ominous, red aura, as blood in Garfield's veins froze.

Her face was inches away from his, and only when she felt his hastened breath, she calmed down, and her spots returned to their original colours, just as the red aura disappeared from her eyes. She reached her hands and cupped his face, glad that he did not back away, as her anger overtook her. Their lips met, and Raven poured her apologies into him in a long, delicate kiss.

- And you will have to pay for it. - she smiled, giving Garfield clear sign she was everything under control, including him.

- Rae... - Garfield whined - You-you know I'd never... they... they don't mean anything...

- Then prove it.

Raven used the moment of hesitation to engulf him and with one sharp move of her hands and her magic, she ripped his clothes to shreds and brought her lover closer to her. With his shorts gone, Raven's eyes fixated on his cock, and had to restrain herself from licking her lips, as its head came closer and closer to her face. But of course neither of them would settle on just a blowjob, given the magic Raven cast upon herself.

Beast Boy jumped onto her breasts again, peppering them with plethora of hungry, ravenous kisses. Knowing already her bosom by heart, he know had a whole new territory to explore, and he did that with impeccable dedication. But as his lips closed around her nipple, he received a taste of something unexpected. His eyes widened, and met hers, as sweet substance made contact with his tongue. The sly smile on her lips remained, but as Beast Boy began lapping her milk, her face was torn with a new grimace he hasn't seen yet, and Raven was more than eager to experience.

Garfield moved from one nipple to the other, wishing he could transform into some creature with two heads. As Raven squirmed and moaned underneath him, he wondered what will happen soon, and with his hand manoeuvring between her thighs, he was determined to discovered that.

Her back arched, as his fingers reached her wet spot and slipped underneath her costume, just as his tongue coiled around her nipple again. Though she was trying to contain her emotions, the spots on her costume glowed in violet with each kiss and delicate move of his fingers against or inside her sex, and soon, Raven was thrashing underneath him, ready to burst.

And when she did, it was not with energy, but with milk that filled Beast Boy's mouth, in an act that surprised both of them.

Raven quaked for a few more minutes, coating his fingers with her juices he now lapped as eagerly as the new one she produced for him. Beast Boy made sure to wait until she was looking at him when he licked his lips, tasting both.

- Come'ere, I'm thirsty too... - she huffed, and settled herself amongst the pillows, ready to invite him.

Beast Boy let out a dreamy sigh, as his cock slid between her breasts, engulfing him completely with the delicate, heavenly texture only her breasts could provide. And when Raven gently pushed her mounds together, she added the missing part of friction, making Beast Boy throw his head back, even though he hasn't moved an inch.

But as he looked down at his girlfriend, he met her unusually frisky eyes, and with that, he flexed his muscles. Next thing she knew, his hands were on her horns, and he pushed his hips forward, diving deep into her bosom.

His action was a bit sudden and Raven's eyes opened wide when she realised that her head was pulled forward and that his twitching tip was now a fraction of an inch from her lips. And as she was about to open them, he pulled back and began his thrusts, mewling and moaning with each one, as pleasure slowly engulfed him.

He was in trance, brought by the alluring sight of his girlfriend and her magically enlarged bosom and thge reward they were leaking. And as Raven promised, she wanted one of her own: now, with every rapid thrust, her tongue lapped a drop or two of his pre-cum, in turn only generating more samples of what was to come. Raven was pretty sure what was his plan, but she opened her lips wide anyway, hoping to catch at least some of his oncoming climax.

- Rae...Rae... I LOVE YOU!

And with that proclamation, beast Boy dived balls-deep between her magically enlarged breasts, letting her warmth and size cover them as well, which only strengthened his orgasm. Raven yelped when the first stream of his seed flooded her mouth, and closed her mouth just in time to suck a bit more, even though she knew what was the sight he wanted to see.

As he pulled back, his cock was still twitching, spurting more and more of his virility in the valley between her mounds, until it slowly started to spill down, glazing her breasts with the sticky proof of his devotion.

And just as he thought he has seen it all, Raven dragged her finger across her breasts, hoping to catch as much of his cum as possible before it all drips to the bed. she parted her fingers to show the sticky strands between them before she closed her lips around them and made him collapse to his back from the simple act of tasting him.

- That was fun - she spoke, as most of his seed made it to her lips. - But you know what every cow needs, right?

Raven asked, lapping the last bit of cum from her tits. She leaned forward and with the same low, salacious tone as before, whispered the words that Beast Boy already had on his mind.

- Her bull...

His green body grew in a split of second, transforming him, but not in the form of the animal Raven expected. While his head became elongated and grew bovine horns, his torso and arms remained human, though much more muscular, and only the addition of hooves on his legs and a tail truly made her realise what he was now: a minotaur.

But of course, hooves and tail was not what piqued Raven's interest the most, as her eyes looked down at the figure towering over her.

This time, she could not stop herself and her lust; Raven licked a small droplet of drool that formed on her lips, and reached her hand to experience the enormous, throbbing organ whose glistening head was now once more inches away from her lips.

But her lover didn't want another blowjob. As steam-like cloud escaped his nostrils, Beast Boy grabbed her and effortlessly slammed her onto his cock, watching as the sorceress lets out a silent moan.

When he went down on her, Raven tried to maintain at least some dignity. But now, as her sex was filled completely with his monstrous cock, she threw all of the pretence away and babbled her lover's name, while the blots on her costume pulse violet each time his cock reached her depths, time after time, depraving her of common sense, as bliss slowly overtook her mind.

But not until she has managed to speak one last wish.

- D-Do what you are supposed to!

Raven screamed, her voice vibrating with the erratic thrusts her entire body was subjected to.

- Mate me! Breed me!

Another roar escaped his mouth, and Raven took a gasp of air just in time to expel it, as Beast Boy shoved himself deeper inside her throbbing pussy that before, firmly positioning himself as far as possible, right against her core, he now bathed in first deluge of his seed. And with his thick, monster cock forming an air-tight seal, not a drop of his virility could leak out, and was forced up into her womb. What would have been impossible for any other man became a child's play for him, letting Raven experience the impossible.

And with the flood of his warm seed filling her, came her orgasm, making Raven thrash around his cock, as if she was a puppet on his mercy. With each wave that flooded and promptly overflowed her sex, came a new sensation of being filled and claimed, and in turn, each simultaneously extinguished fire in her loins, and set it anew...

At some point, Raven fell back to the bed, feeling her pussy pulse with each after-wave of her climax, while Beast Boy's seed oozed onto the bed. She wasn't sure how long her after-glow lasted, but she knew what brought her back to her senses.

Her breasts were kissed again, with the same tender and care the minotaur would never learn. Beast Boy was his regular self, taking care of her body his monstrous form has neglected, listening to her breath slowly becoming less and less erratic.

She looked up and their eyes met, while Garfield locked his lips around her nipple again, drinking her orgasm.

- Hey.

- Hey. - she replied - I guess people were right, those cow costumes do work.

- Rae, you could dress like a platypus and you'd be sexy.

Raven smiled, and her hand reached to her lover's cheek, prompting him to leave her nipple.

Their lips met again, and though she thought she would be tired by now, she welcomed him again, especially as his hands now roamed her thighs and ass.

She let out another moan, seemingly far louder than a moment before, but maybe it was because her voice wasn't drowned by the beast's low grunts, but Garfield's borderline cute huffs.

And even though he was now much shorter and thinner than before, somehow Raven felt fuller than when a giant minotaur ravaged her. Maybe it was his kisses, dotting her breasts and lapping her milky fluid, maybe it was his delicate, but steady grip of his hands on her thighs... or maybe it was the unspoken promise they mentioned...

As they kept coming closer, the empath suddenly grabbed his cheeks and pulled him against her, not to kiss, but to find emotions raging in his mind. And she found them - those of love, protection, dedication and responsibility, which easily pushed her to the edge...

She cried out his name just as he flooded her again, this time with his essence, and even though Raven knew it was impossible, she somehow felt the difference in warmth that filled her sex.

As the two breathed in the same air, Raven gently moved her hand between her body, feeling the warmth of his body above her, and his cock and seed inside. She could undo the spell right now, and change their lives forever... And she had to admit, it would be a very apt moment... but then again, she would rob them of many, many heated moments like these.

It's a good thing she buddied up with Yellow as much as with Violet for this ride.

The two lay ion each other's arms for quite some time, savouring each other's scents and warmth, until Raven found strength and motivation to speak.

- So, got any more silly internet memes trending?

Beast Boy smiled and reached for his phone.

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Winter this year was snow-less, rainy and mild, like for the past half a decade or so. But that only made the New Year's eve less cumbersome, as it meant less time traversing through mounds of snow. Plus, it meant the Titans' Tower rooftop wasn't off limits.

- I thought this place, at this time would be the worst to meditate. - Beast Boy spoke - The whole sky's gonna be on fire in five minutes.

- Yeah, but maybe I wanted to watch.

He sat next to her, listening to far-away sounds of concerts and premature celebration. He scooted a few inches closer to her, and let out a short meep when her cape covered him.

- I wonder what this year will bring us. - he spoke, ruining the quiet, charming moment.

- I do - Raven answered quickly. - This year is gonna be of the tiger.

Raven spoke and undid a button of her cape that joined the two, freeing her breasts. Beast Boy swallowed loudly, seeing the moonlight shining onto her skin, and making her bosom look bigger with no additional magic required.

- Why don't we practice, kitty?

And with that, the night's air was filled with a powerful roar of a predator cat that has just found its very willing prey.

#bbrae #lemon #aged-up characters and all that #nautiscaraderfics

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tommybaholland · 4 years ago

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Burn With Me (Todoroki x OC)

Chapter 0 (Prologue) — Chizu Ryuzaki: Origin

Pairing || Shoto Todoroki x fem!OC

Summary || it’s the first day at UA and chizu hopes to make many new friends. however, not everyone seems to be as eager as she..

WC || 6.6K

warning: this series will involve mature themes such as mild language, mentions of abuse/trauma, anxiety/panic attacks and violence. also this is NOT a spoiler free zone...read at your own risk!

UA High School.

One of Japan’s national high schools with a renowned hero course that produced some of today’s top heroes, like All Might and Endeavor. Anyone who aspires to be a great hero, one of the very best, aims to attend UA.

Chizu was no different. But it was surreal to be standing at the entrance of that oh so familiar ‘U’ shaped building, ready to begin her first day of training to become a hero.

Of course, it wasn’t easy. The last few years of her life in general haven’t been the greatest. But it was only more motivation for her to work hard to achieve her goal. Her mother, who was known as the Dark Magic Hero: Mysteria, had always supported her and had faith in her, even during her lowest moments with training her quirk. Now Chizu could only hope that her father would do the same, despite that she hadn’t been the most promising aspiring hero in training.

“Do you know what high schools you want to apply to?”

“I….wanna do a hero course...and I think UA is the best choice.”

“Chizu...we talked about this—”

“I’m never going to get any better if I don’t go to UA!”

“Chizu, why would you want to go to UA when you’ve chased out every trainer I’ve hired? You clearly aren’t that serious about it. I think you should expand your options beyond becoming a hero,” her father replied bluntly.

She didn’t know how to respond, too focused on trying to choke back the feeling of crying. It frustrated her that she felt this way, having had this conversation too many times before.

“Why do you want to be a hero, Chizu? What’re you gaining from being a hero?”

Chizu couldn’t look at him, her voice quiet in an attempt to have the words come out more smoothly.

“I-I just...wanna be like her. She overcame a lot to get where she was!”

“And you saw how that turned out for her. What makes you think you can avoid that kind of fate?”

“I mean, I think it’s possible—”

“Do you WANT to disappear and never be seen AGAIN CHIZU?”

Her lip started to tremble as she winced at his stern voice. Her voice was small, trying to be heard.

“Of course not but…”

“Then I need you to think logically about this and decide what you want to do. Don’t get upset about it.”

“I have,” Chizu reinforced, gritting her teeth. “And if being her isn’t enough for you, then I’ll be better than her!”

“Well,” her father only began to laugh. “You better get serious then, because I am not going to pay all that tuition for you to get kicked out like you did in middle school.”

She seethed at his words, knowing they were true but that he didn’t have to say it out loud. Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep breath...

“You’ll see! I’ll train every day and work hard to pass the entrance exams,” she promised.

“You better get a special recommendation if you wanna get in, then.”

“No, I want to work hard and earn the right to be there—”

“Hey, I’m letting you do what you want but you’re gonna do it how I tell you to...now go get a letter from your tutor...”

Sure enough, ten grueling months passed and Chizu took the entrance exams for students with special recommendations. Overall, she felt proud of herself for what she was to be able to do with her quirk, given her disadvantaged training circumstances. But getting to the practical exam, she wasn’t sure what she could show off was going to be enough. There were so many people with amazing and powerful quirks which they could control with ease as well as demonstrate a range of different abilities with them. She didn’t know if she could compete to stand out against these other kids her age.

But Chizu kept her promise that she made to her father and did her best.

Turns out, she was one of four students admitted to UA under special recommendations. She was placed in class 1-A with 20 total students in the class. She was hopeful to see a familiar face from the special entrance exam but she figured the odds would be slim.

She was currently speed walking down the hall, trying to locate her classroom. It was still early, approximately 15 minutes until homeroom would start. She couldn’t tell if she was just really really anxious or really really excited to start a hero course at her top choice school with 19 other hero hopefuls. She was nervous that she’d have trouble making friends, given that she hadn’t attended real school in about three years, but she wanted to try to make a good impression on her classmates and hoped the rest would follow easily.

She finally saw a sign that read ‘1-A’ with a rather tall entryway open next to it. She peeked around inside, seeing that almost half the class was there already. She was about to walk further into the classroom to choose her seat when she heard a frantic voice behind her.

“Uh….excuse me?? Is this….. class 1-A?”

Chizu turned to find a boy, who looked very out of breath, standing behind her.

“I think so,” she replied while getting a better look at her new classmate. He had messy green hair with green eyes to match, and freckles dotted on his cheeks.

He sighed in relief. “Oh, thanks. I thought I was going to be late—”

“Oh heyyyyy, it’s you!”

A girl with short brown hair and rosy cheeks appeared in the entryway this time. Chizu thought she seemed very friendly with her bubbly demeanor.

“OH! Hello, it’s….you,” the green haired boy replied. “Also, I just wanted to say thanks for offering to give me some of your points…”

“Oh, it’s no big deal! You rescued me, after all!” She beamed, leaving Chizu confused as to what they were talking about. She guessed it might’ve been the other entrance exam, which probably almost everyone in this room could relate to, except for Chizu. But it’s possible she was wrong.

“DEKU WHAT’RE YOU DOING HERE!?!?!?!”

An angry blond haired kid yelled from his seat over on the far right of the classroom, catching everyone else’s attention.

“OH HI KaCcHAN!” The green haired kid answered, nervously waving.

Everyone seemed to know this guy. Also, ‘Deku?’ That’s a strange name. And why was the blond guy yelling? It’s too early in the morning for that.

Chizu awkwardly stepped away from the situation without another word. She didn’t want to be rude but she felt out of place and she figured she’d learn their names later.

These were her classmates for the next year, anyway.

She took her exit down the far left row of the classroom, away from the angry blond kid, who was still screaming at that poor green haired boy. It was hard to drown him out, but Chizu tried to focus on finding where to sit. Most of the seats in the front were taken already so she decided to head all the way to the back where there were more empty seats.

As she got to the back row, she spotted a boy sitting in the second seat from the far right. She recognized the half white, half crimson red hair as one of the other applicants from the special entrance exam. She hesitated on the thought of walking over and talking to him. She remembered him having a rather intense aura about him during the exam and it seemed to encourage an unwanted rivalry between him and another applicant, whose animosity stemmed from some other time that was seemingly beyond Chizu.

But she figured that maybe he was just nervous or was feeling the pressure from getting into UA, just like everyone else there. He was the only person so far that she would maybe have an easier time to befriend.

She let her feet guide her the rest of the way over until she was about an arms length away from his desk. Chizu stepped back a bit as she was met with a stoic, unreadable expression, heterochromatic eyes meeting her with unwavering eye contact. The scar painted over his left eye was mostly covered by the red side of his hair, but only made the teal of his eye even brighter.

“Sorry, um,” she struggled to find her words for a moment. “Is that seat taken?”

She pointed to the seemingly empty desk to his left. He didn’t even look to where she was pointing, simply shifting his gaze back to its original position straight ahead.

“No,” he replied in a deep, low voice that matched his aloof affect.

“Okay, thanks,” she grinned before walking to the other side of him to take her seat.

She placed her bag on the hook on the side of her desk, before the commotion up front caught her attention once again. More students had joined the classroom, with the green haired kid continuing to be the center of everyone’s attention.

“Whoa, you’re the guy that broke both of your legs while taking out one of those zero pointers with one hit! That was so manly!” remarked another boy with spiky, vibrant red hair.

“Yeah, haha, that was me,” the green hair replied nervously.

“BIG DEAL I GOT MORE COMBAT POINTS THAN THAT DAMN NERD!” the angry blond spoke up. Everyone ignored him except for a tall kid with glasses who only scolded him.

“You there! Get your feet off the desk!”

“HUH?”

“It’s only the first day and you’re disrespecting the property of this fine establishment,” he continued while chopping the air with his hand. “We should all be model students as the future heroes produced from the country’s finest hero course!”

“You’re kidding me, right? And WHO ARE YOU, YOU DAMN EXTRA!?”

“I’m Tenya Iida and YOU should get your feet off the desk!”

“Name’s Katsuki Bakugo, and I’m already going to be the number one hero, better than All Might, SO GET OUT OF MY WAY!”

Jeez, if everyone in this class was going to be like that guy, then Chizu had half a mind to just leave now. She turned her attention back to the small crowd forming at the front. It seemed like everyone was just introducing themselves, wanting to be friends with the timid but supposedly ‘manly’ green haired kid.

“Hey! I’m Eijiro Kirishima!”

“I’m Hanta Sero.”

“Mina Ashido!”

“I’m Denki Kaminari!”

“I’M...MINETA!”

Chizu couldn’t keep up with all the names being tossed around and it seems neither could the green haired kid.

“Hey guys...I’m Izuku Midoriya! It’s great to meet you all!”

So I guess ‘Deku’ must be a nickname? Or quite possibly an insult, given by the way the blond, or Bakugo, had screamed it at him.

Chizu sunk in her seat a bit, wishing that she could be as affable as this Midoriya kid seemed to be. And it wasn’t like he was trying that hard. But she still had the chance to get to know the peppermint haired boy sitting next to her. She turned to face him, who looked like he was watching the scene in front just like she was.

“I’m Chizu Ryuzaki, by the way.”

She thought he didn’t hear her when he didn’t respond for a moment and opened her mouth to continue talking.

“The name’s Shoto Todoroki,” he replied, refusing to look at her as he introduced himself.

“It’s nice to officially meet you! I saw you at the special entrance exam, and just thought I would say hello,” she explained, hoping she wasn’t coming off as too forward or awkward.

The air was silent between them for a few moments again before his eyes shifted over to her, hooded heterochromia catching her own.

“You’re wasting your time,” he warned. “I’m not here to make friends.”

He returns to his assumed position without another word, effectively shutting Chizu out. She couldn’t help but feel like she did something wrong, staring down at her hands on her desk. But at least she knows his name now.

“Hi!” a voice catches her attention to the desk in front of her, where a pretty girl with dark hair was now seated. She looked slightly familiar.

“I’m Momo Yaoyorozu,” she introduces herself in a sweet voice.

Chizu didn’t know if she was talking to her or the cold boy, who she now knew as Todoroki.

“I’m...Chizu Ryuzaki,” she responded hesitantly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you! You were great at the entrance exam,” she complimented with a bright smile.

That’s right, she was there too. Chizu seemed to greatly underestimate the odds that she would end up in the same class with two of the other three special recommendations admitted to UA. Would the fourth one turn up though?

“Oh, thank you! Likewise, it’s great to meet you too!” Chizu replied genuinely.

“I’m glad the other applicants admitted through special recommendations are in this class, too. When I heard there were only four I didn’t think the odds would be in my favor to meet the others!” She admitted, as if she had read Chizu’s mind.

“Yeah...kinda crazy, right?”

The girl smiled again before looking over at the group at the front. “Do you want to go meet the other girls with me?”

“Okay, sure,” Chizu agreed, finally feeling at ease.

She went with her new friend, Yaoyorozu, over to meet the other women in the class. They were a minority compared to the number of boys in the class, but to Chizu that just meant a few more future female pro heroes.

All the girls seemed really nice and cool. Ashido and Uraraka were really sweet and bubbly. Yaoyorozu was also very nice, but extremely intelligent as well. Chizu didn’t remember her much from the exam but she guessed that her quirk had something to do with knowledge. Tsuyu or ‘Tsu’ as she liked to be called, seemed very level-headed and calm and Jiro seemed like she had a cool sense of style or music taste, given that her earlobes extended into headphone jacks.

Chizu was already in awe of her female classmates and had forgotten about her less than desirable, first impression with Todoroki.

“I think this year’s going to be great! I’m honored to be in a class with such talented others,” Yaoyorozu declared.

“Yeah, I think so too! I haven’t met everyone yet, but I’m so excited!” Uraraka beamed.

“If you’re looking to make friends, you might as well leave now.”

A brooding, unfamiliar voice emerged, coming from outside the classroom. The group closer to the entryway peeked outside, one of them being Midoriya, who screeched at what he saw.

A man in a yellow sleeping bag suddenly appeared at the entryway. He shed the sleeping bag to reveal the rest of himself. Was this guy...supposed to be their teacher?

“Welcome to the UA Hero Course.”

Everyone automatically took their seats as he approached the podium at the front of the classroom.

“My name is Shota Aizawa, and I’m going to be your homeroom teacher.”

His long dark hair covered most of his face and if it wasn’t covered by his hair, his large scarf would make up the rest. Chizu was sitting all the way at the back of the classroom but she could tell by his monotonous voice and half-lidded, unamused expression that he wasn’t going to be giving out good marks left and right.

“Starting today, you are all heroes in training. And instead of going through a normal orientation, I’m going to evaluate all your quirks with an apprehension test,” He explained, handing out packages of clothing, which Chizu recognized as a gym uniform.

“Everyone put these on and meet out in the PE fields.”

Chizu stood with the rest of her classmates out on the fields by the school, all matching in their blue, red, and white uniforms, the top and bottom forming a ‘UA’ design on the front. She chose a spot behind Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida as Mr. Aizawa stood before them, explaining the process of the test.

“Today you will go through the quirk apprehension test. This test will allow you to show off your abilities so I can gauge your potential as future heroes. Since you weren’t allowed to use your quirks in middle school, your performance should be even better than if you completed this test normally.”

“Bakugo,” he singles out the blond. “What was your furthest throwing distance in middle school?”

“Heh. My best was 64 meters,” he replies in a cocky voice.

Mr. Aizawa holds out a ball to him. “Throw it using your quirk.”

“Easy enough,” Bakugo snickers, taking the ball from him and stepping into a boundary circle. He winds up his arm a few times to warm up before pulling it back.

“DIE!”

He yelled as he launched the ball with a huge explosion coming from the palm of his hand. Everyone watched in awe as the ball soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. Chizu didn’t really like the attitude of this Bakugo guy so far, but she had to admit that his explosion quirk was pretty impressive.

Mr. Aizawa checked a device which measured Bakugo’s throw.

“That’s 705.2 meters.”

“Your quirk improves your performance, but that performance can only be maintained by how much control you have of your quirk,” Mr. Aizawa explained as Bakugo retreated back to the group, basking in his classmates’ reactions.

Everyone began chattering, distracted with being excited over participating in these tests.

“We get to use our quirks?! This is going to be so fun!” Uraraka beamed.

“Yes, this will be a great opportunity to show what we can do,” Iida commented.

Chizu mentally agreed with Iida but also was interested to see the others’ quirks. Not to size herself up against anyone, but just because she was genuinely curious.

“Don’t get excited,” Mr. Aizawa continued, effectively shutting everyone down. “I will be keeping track of each of your scores at each test. At the end, you will be ranked from best to worst. The person who comes in last...will be expelled.”

The mood of the group shifted drastically, many people gasping in shock. Midoriya let out a screech of terror while Uraraka spoke her mind against Mr. Aizawa’s casual caveat.

“But that’s not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair,” Mr. Aizawa retorted, malice in his bloodshot eyes. “And as heroes, it’s your job to combat that unfairness. Now let’s get started.”

Chizu wasn’t especially nervous about her performance, as her training for the entrance exam mostly focused on agility, flexibility, and strength, like her mother would do with her when Chizu would train with her. Most of the tests had something to do with physical fitness, so she was pretty confident. She also had good basic control of her quirk for it to be versatile enough for each test.

But Chizu was more interested in each of her classmates’ performances. The range of the types of powers in the class was pretty diverse and it was impressive as to how everyone adapted their quirks to the test. But it seemed like there were one or two people who particularly shined in a specific test which was designed for their quirk, like Iida’s engine power, which had the fastest time in the 50-meter dash.

Although, one person became a spectacle in terms of showing off his power. Midoriya completed every test normally, leaving Chizu and probably others to wonder why. She noticed that he was visibly anxious about taking the test once Mr. Aizawa said someone would be expelled. Maybe he was letting the pressure get to him, and his quirk would hurt his performance more than help.

But didn’t that spiky red haired kid mention that Midoriya beat a huge obstacle at the entrance exam with one hit?

Something just doesn’t add up.

They arrived at the ball throwing station, in which they had to throw a ball as far as they could using their quirks, just like Bakugo had done at the beginning. Uraraka by far had made this her test, her throwing distance maxing out at infinity meters. Maybe one day someone will find that ball...in space.

Midoriya was up next, still looking very anxious but also pensive about what he should do. Like if he should use his power or not. Meanwhile, Bakugo seemed to be keeping a very close eye on Midoriya and his performance.

“You don’t really think he has a quirk, do you?” He questioned Iida.

“What? Of course he does, he has to!”

Bakugo bared his teeth while watching Midoriya, leaving Chizu to question what kind of past relationship these two had before UA. She turned her attention back to Midoriya, who was getting ready to throw his pitch. His throwing arm began to turn red and glow with yellow all through the muscles in his arm. He began to pull his arm back, building power to throw when Mr. Aizawa stepped in, his scarf and hair suddenly coming alive.

Midoriya’s arm stopped glowing, dropping the ball as he was now caught by Mr. Aizawa’s scarf. Midoriya looked terrified as he looked up to his captor.

“I erased your quirk,” Mr. Aizawa explained.

“Y-You’re….Eraser Head?!”

Everyone began murmuring again about the revelation. Chizu had heard of him before, yes. He was a Pro Hero whose quirk could erase quirks, but to be honest she didn’t understand how that would help him fight off villains. He seemed pretty well versed with his scarf, though.

“I watched you during the entrance exam, Midoriya,” seethed Mr. Aizawa, pulling the trembling kid closer by his scarf. “You severely injure yourself after using your power...what good are you if you’re useless after one hit?! You don’t belong here.”

What the hell was this kid’s quirk? So far, it sounds powerful but to physically injure yourself to use it? Chizu wouldn’t wish that on anyone. It also wasn’t fair that Mr. Aizawa was putting him on the spot in front of everyone like that. Everyone here was chosen to come to UA for a reason and clearly this guy was no different. But then again, Mr. Aizawa made sure to make his stance on ‘fairness’ very apparent on the first day.

Everyone else froze with anticipation as Mr. Aizawa continued scolding Midoriya. However, Bakugo seemed to be getting a kick out of watching the scene in front of him, hearing him laugh under his breath.

“Heh, heh. Dumb Deku.”

Mr. Aizawa let him go, his hair returning to its original position. He forced Midoriya him back to the boundary circle, leaving the green haired kid dumbstruck at what just happened.

“I restored your quirk. Go ahead.”

Midoriya picked up the ball, looking at it for what felt like a while. Chizu couldn’t imagine what was going through his head right now. But surely if he could pass the entrance exam, he could get through this too.

She and the rest of the class observed with anticipation as he held onto his right wrist with his left hand, as if to stabilize it as he pulled back his arm. His arm wasn’t glowing anymore, but it looked like one of his fingers began to glow. It seemed like he was focusing his power into only his finger as he swung his arm, that finger doing the rest of the work by propelling the ball into the air. Everyone watched as the ball soared, even Bakugo looked shocked.

“He….HAS A QUIRK?!!!?”

Chizu glanced back at Midoriya as continued to hold onto his wrist, one of his fingers now swollen and colored a gruesome purple. That didn’t look good.

Mr. Aizawa measured the distance. “705.3 meters.”

Bakugo snapped. “YOU DAMN NERD, I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

The angry blond charged forward, his palms spitting out small explosions. This kid seemed to have more issues with Midoriya than Chizu would’ve guessed.

Midoriya instantly cowered away but peeked up when the impact never came. Mr. Aizawa’s hair shot up again, his eyes glowing red as his scarf pulled Bakugo away from Midoriya.

“What’s...your scarf... made of,” grunted Bakugo, struggling against the material, helpless with his quirk being erased.

“It’s a capture weapon made out of alloy mixed with carbon nanoparticles,” he explained. “You’re wasting my time.”

He released Bakugo, who was still visibly enraged, from his binds. “And don’t make me use my quirk too much; it gives me dry eye.”

Midoriya returned to the rest of the group, standing on the other side of Iida, who blocked him from Bakugo’s continued rage. However, that didn’t allow Midoriya to completely ignore the angry blond, trembling at just the sound of his vengeful yelling.

“You’ve been lying all this time, Deku!! And I’m gonna make you PAY!”

Chizu could not take her eyes off their interactions, not noticing that it was her turn to throw.

“Ryuzaki, let’s go.”

Chizu turned her attention back to Mr. Aizawa, who looked impatient by her distracted demeanor. She apologized before walking over and grabbing a new ball from him, moving to take her place in the circle.

Bakugo always managed to stand out the most with his rather ‘explosive’ aptitude at each test. But Chizu was able to match his ability in a more subtle way. She only wished that she could use the move that she had always thought about trying but never actually put into practice. It would certainly launch the ball far, but would take up too much of her energy. Not to mention that she had never actually done it before. Now was not the best time, especially after what Mr. Aizawa said to Midoriya. She would have to opt for something much simpler but would get the job done, like Midoriya had demonstrated.

She took a few deep breaths while swinging her arms, loosening up the muscles, while blackish-purple, flame-like energy began to emanate from her hands. She let the ball be taken in by her quirk, pulling her arm back while inhaling deeply one last time before exhaling with a grunt, sending the ball off her hands with force of the flames, much like Bakugo did with his explosions.

The ball flew far, disappearing into the sky like the rest, never to be seen again.

“705.3 meters,” Mr. Aizawa announced.

Chizu smiled, silently praising herself, while Bakugo did not seem too happy. Everything seemed to piss this guy off.

“GET YOUR OWN MOVE, YOU DAMN EXTRA!”

“Well...it’s not like I can just change my quirk,” Chizu replied earnestly.

“WELL LEMME CHANGE IT FOR YA.”

“Kacchan calm down!” Midoriya shielded Bakugo from attacking her. “Sorry, sorry, he’s just not great when it comes to not being the best.”

“GET OUT OF MY WAY DEKU!”

“Bakugo! I won’t tell you again,” scolded Mr. Aizawa.

Chizu ignored him while her other classmates praised her.

“Wow, that was so cool!” complimented Uraraka.

“Thanks! Not as cool as what you did, though” Chizu remarked. “That ball’s probably still floating somewhere!”

“Yeah...I didn’t think that would actually work,” she replied, her cheeks getting slightly rosier.

“Your power is so impressive, Ryuzaki!” Yaoyorozu interjected.

“Well, so is yours!” Chizu pointed out. “You have to know all those molecular structures and think quickly about what you’re going to make.”

“Oh, it just takes studying, that’s all!” she replied modestly, waving Chizu off.

The moment of relief was hitting Chizu, giving her the chance to really breathe. She was going to be fine and her journey at UA was going to be nothing but rewarding for her.

But at the moment, she felt someone’s eyes on her again.

“Todoroki. Your turn.”

Footsteps came up, and she looked up to see him passing by her, shooting an icy expression right at her eyes. She honestly forgot that he was even there, as he opted to stand at the back of the group.

After she would complete a test in which she relied more on her quirk, she’d catch him staring at her. More like glaring, but in his own way. It wasn’t full of malice or rage, but it definitely wasn’t friendly. He did say that he wasn’t there to make friends, and he meant it.

He went last on every individual test or would complete one that called for partners by himself. During the sit-up test, they had to be paired up, with one person holding the other’s feet while they did their sit-ups. Todoroki simply used his ice quirk to freeze his feet to the ground. Chizu knew he had a second quirk, something to do with heat, but it seemed he only used it when he had to and never at full power, like when cleaning up his ice. The exact range of his abilities were still a mystery, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

Overall, he mostly minded his own business. It was only the first day, he’s probably just slow to warm up. And if that was the case, Chizu didn’t blame him with people like Bakugo in the class.

After the last test was done, Mr. Aizawa had no mercy in showing everyone where they ranked, pulling up the final results on a hologram screen. Fortunately, Chizu didn’t have to look far to find her name:

Momo Yaoyorozu

Shoto Todoroki

Chizu Ryuzaki

Katsuki Bakugo

Tenya Iida

Fumikage Tokoyami

Mezo Shoji

Mashirao Ojiro

Eijiro Kirishima

Mina Ashido

Ochaco Uraraka

Koji Koda

Rikido Sato

Tsuyu Asui

Yuga Aoyama

Hanta Sero

Denki Kaminari

Kyoka Jiro

Minoru Mineta

Izuku Midoriya

Sighs of relief echoed throughout the group, some people more relieved than others. Bakugo, of course, was not too pleased. Not only with the fact that he wasn’t in the top three but also by way that Chizu was ahead of him.

“LISTEN HERE SHIT FOR FLAMES,” he yelled, stomping over to her. “THE ONLY REASON WHY YOU’RE AHEAD OF ME IS BECAUSE YOU COPIED ME. IF WE FOUGHT FOR REAL I KNOW I’D WIN FOR SURE, YOU GOT THAT?”

Chizu could only humor him, smiling. “I’d love to see it, Bakugo.”

“DON’T SMILE AT ME, I WILL KILL YOU!”

“Give it a rest, man. Just be happy you’re in the top five,” the boy with the spiky red hair assured, patting Bakugo’s shoulder in praise.

“Well at least you’re in the top 10, Kirishima! I barely made it!” another blond boy commented.

Chizu turned her attention back to the results, not surprised by the two people above her. Yaoyorozu was seemingly unmatched so far with her ability to make anything she needed in that time and place. And Todoroki...that was pretty self explanatory. It was impressive that he was still very high up yet only used half his power to achieve that. Impressive to some but insulting to others, maybe. But this was only motivation for everyone to work hard and focus on improving their own skills. Everyone except for…

Poor Midoriya, who came in dead last, which meant today was not only his first but last day at UA. Chizu felt bad for him as he cowered behind everyone else in the group, seemingly letting the news sink in as discreetly as he could. It seemed like he tried his hardest to make do with what he could, even when people like Bakugo and even Mr. Aizawa were nothing but doubtful and discouraging. It was quite admirable...something that a real hero would do.

“Don’t be too proud if you’re at the top,” Mr. Aizawa interjected. “You’ve got just as much training as the rest of the group. And as for the rest of you, you’ll need to work harder than ever if you want to be at the top of this list.”

He really didn’t spare much praise for anyone, huh?

“Also...no one is expelled.”

The entire class gasped while Midoriya looked like he was about to pass out from stress.

“Then why did you tell us that someone would be expelled?” Tsu questioned, asking what was on probably everyone’s mind.

“That was just to get you to not hold back,” Mr. Aizawa replied with a sadistic smile.

Dumbstruck didn’t even begin to describe the reactions throughout the group. Well, at least he chose not to expel anyone….today.

“Which is what you should be doing from here on out,” he continued. “You’re here to go plus ultra and nothing less.”

“YEAH!”

“Class dismissed.”

Chizu returned back to the school with the rest of the class to change out of their gym clothes before heading back to the classroom to retrieve their belongings. It was only the first day for the first years, meaning that they only had orientation that day and their actual classes would start tomorrow.

She felt pretty good about her performance during the quirk test. She was genuinely happy to rank third in the class but also would’ve been happy to be in any position. Maybe not last like Midoriya but only because Mr. Aizawa deceptively put the pressure on thick.

But being at the top isn’t everything, at least to Chizu. Because when you’re the best, where do you go after that? What else is there to achieve? It only gets harder because at that point, you have to maintain your spot. People will only see you as a target to hit, a pawn to knock down, whether you want them to or not. She often wondered how a hero like All Might could handle that pressure, being the number one hero. Maybe she would get the chance to ask him since he’s teaching at UA now. Her mother always said there’s a reason he’s number one and why he’s maintained it for so long.

And it’s not because he’s the strongest or the fastest, or because he saves the most civilians, and it’s not because his identity is held under lock and key. If you ask someone why All Might is their favorite hero, they might mention one of those three, or something similar. But those reasons all come together for something bigger:

He’s more than a hero. He’s an inspiration, a keystore for the hero society. And that’s why no one will ever take his spot.

Someone like Bakugo could probably only do that in their dreams. He’s got the passion though, Chizu could give him that.

But he should watch out, otherwise someone like Shoto Todoroki might make him freeze up when the time comes.

Chizu couldn’t help but let her mind drift to him. She just couldn’t tell what he was thinking behind his expressions towards her. He was trying to silently tell her something. Was he jealous or something? But how could he be? He literally placed above her in the quirk test results. If anything, Chizu should be jealous but she only feels confused and slightly paranoid. He was very quiet and very observant from the way he was looking at her. Whatever it was, she couldn’t let him get to her...

She couldn’t afford a repeat of middle school. More importantly, her father couldn’t afford it. She wanted to show him that she could attend a national high school where she would achieve her goals of becoming the best hero she could be.

Chizu returned to the classroom to grab her bag, observing the empty desk next to her. Todoroki must’ve already left for the day. Alone, most likely.

And it looks like she would be leaving alone too, most of the other desks empty as well.

As she walked towards the entrance of the school, she contemplated talking to Todoroki. But what would she even say to him? ‘Hey why do you keep looking at me like that?’

No, she needed to remain calm and unbothered. She took a deep breath, exhaling as she exited through the front doors of the school.

“Oh, Ryuzaki!”

She turned to see Yaoyorozu coming over to her with Jiro, Tsu and Ashido in tow.

“We thought we missed you! Would you like to walk with us?” she proposed, her voice as sweet as when she first spoke to Chizu earlier that day.

Chizu grinned at her. Looks like she wasn’t going to be alone. Funny how things can turn around like that.

“Sure, thanks.”

She joined the rest of the girls and they began walking down the long path that led to the school.

“You guys can call me Chizu, by the way, I really don’t mind it,” she offered, never having been one for formalities. “Where’s Uraraka?”

“She’s waiting with Iida until Midoriya’s finger is healed,” Tsu replied.

Chizu nodded, not needing to ask any further. Although Ashido had no problem carrying a conversation.

“Ohmygosh, did you guys see how Mr. Aizawa was talking to him earlier? Super harsh!”

The rest of the group agreed, including Chizu. Yaoyorozu agreed as well, but continued with a qualifying explanation.

“Yes, it was indeed very unsettling and rather unnecessary to do in front of the whole class. However, one must accept their flaws before they can improve. We all have our shortcomings, and accepting them is only the first step to becoming the heroes we want to be.”

And that’s why she’s currently number one in the class.

The girls continued to chat amongst themselves as they walked, mostly about how they felt about the first day and what they expected for the rest of the year. They neared the end of the road to the school, an intersection coming up ahead. There was another student sitting on a bench on the side who looked all too familiar to Chizu.

“Ohhhhh guys, shhh,” Ashido spoke in a hushed tone. “He’s so cute, I love his hair!”

“His quirk’s pretty impressive as well,” Tsu commented.

“You should’ve seen him at the special entrance exam. He seems to have a very admirable drive,” Yaoyoruzu agreed.

Chizu stood on the side for this topic as they continued to quietly talk about him. They quieted completely once they began to pass by him, but Chizu couldn’t be more aware of his presence, turning her full attention towards him.

Todoroki sat as silent as ever, looking down at the screen of his phone. Chizu couldn’t help but keep her eyes on him as they got as close as possible to him. She wasn’t very discreet about it, but then again, he hadn’t been very stealthy about looking at her either.

So of course he looked up from his phone to find her eyes on him.

She felt a pang to her heart upon catching his eyes, one gray and one teal, scar and all. But she couldn’t look away. There was something different about his expression. Compared to earlier today, his eyes were soft but... sad? She tried to spare him a small, apologetic grin before turning her attention back to walk with the other girls.

Little did she know, his eyes followed the group as they walked away.

Ashido went nuts over what had transpired, shaking Chizu by the shoulder, with excited declarations of his liking to her. Chizu merely brushed it off in saying that she should’ve left him alone. But really, she was more confused about this guy than before. His emotions were all stored in his eyes, but why did he seem so sullen? She wasn’t about to pry into his personal affairs but she had to admit her intrigue.

Who are you, Shoto Todoroki?

a/n: welcome everyone to my new series!! i know it’s different from my usual writing but i’m so excited bc this oc has been in my head for a min. if u haven’t noticed i’ve been into anime/manga series recently so i thought i’d try to expand on my blog a little bit, hope u don’t mind! but if you’re only here for tom and friends, that’s okay! dont worry i have other things planned that’ll i’ll be sharing VERY soon so stay tuned.

but anyway how does everyone like this series so far?? it’s going to follow the anime/manga arcs but ofc i’ll be changing some stuff here and there bc this is a todoroki luv story and chizu has to get in there somewhere yeknow. also there will be less but longer parts than i normally write which is something i’d like to challenge myself to do as well as try to portray more complex characters as accurately as possible in a romance context. but anyway hope you enjoyed, add yourself to the taglist if you wanna see more!!

for some reason i’m always super nervous when i post a new series, this one especially since it’s not my usual stuff so pls PLS interact/leave feedback if you’re able!! there’s a lot of questions that need to be answered but i’m particularly curious to know if anyone has ideas about chizus quirk or why shoto seems to not like her....lemme know..

ok i’m done thanks for reading~~

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the-gory-gardner · 4 years ago

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Nightingale Part Six: Fragile

(The Meeting Between A Huntsman And A Lonesome Kitten One Year Ago)

Jonathan West x Katrina Evans

It took a moment for Jonathan to remember his suggestion to his little guest when he woke up. He probably only remembered so quickly because sometime during the night he’d turned over and draped his hand over the pillow divider. Waking up a bit more he realized that not only had he crossed the barrier he’d also rested his hand on Katrina’s head.

He assumed she hadn’t woken up when he’d placed it there otherwise she would have woken up. Still as he processed his actions he couldn’t help but note how soft curls were. Then again everything about Katrina seemed soft and fragile. Jonathan moved his hand away carefully and he slowly scooted to the edge of the bed. He knew if it hadn’t been for the pillows he’d more than likely ended up holding the girl and he couldn’t imagine how startled that would have made her had she’d woken up first.

Jonathan shook his head from the thoughts deciding he should get ready for the day. Though it’s not like there was much to do, still he grabbed some clothes from his drawers before heading to the bathroom. He took a quick shower that only lasted ten minutes before getting out and drying off. Once he was dressed he left the bathroom and headed back to his room just to peek in on Katrina. The small girl was still asleep and curled up in the blankets. Though at some point in the last ten minutes she’d taken one of the pillows from the barrier and pulled it to her chest.

After watching her for a few more minutes, just to see if she’d wake up, Jonathan closed the door and headed off to the kitchen. He wouldn’t have much to do today except for some work on his blog. For now he could get started on breakfast since his stomach had began growing in the shower. As he looks inside his fridge debating what to cook again he thinks of how small Katrina is, how light, thin and just fragile she is.

He decides that since she seemed better the night before that a big breakfast wouldn’t hurt. If it did he’d make her something else. So he pulls out eggs, hash browns, sausage links, bacon and a box of waffles. He’s not sure if Katrina can eat it all but hopefully she’ll eat what she can and that would be good enough for him. With all of the ingredients out he starts cooking deciding to make scrambled instead of fried, he cooks the sausage in the same pan as the bacon and throws the hash browns into the oven.

Jonathan had just thrown two waffles into the toaster when Katrina comes off yawning and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Morning”. Jonathan greets still a bit nervous at interacting with someone especially when he remembers the softness of her hair. “Good morning, are you making breakfast”? Katrina asked looking at the food he’d began to plate with only the waffles left to cook now. “Yeah I hope you don’t mind a big breakfast”. Jonathan answered before turning away from her slightly as the toaster dinging and the waffles popped out.

“Not at all I usually don’t eat breakfast”. She’d admitted. It was true usually her parents rarely made breakfast and when they did it was never good. She could have eaten breakfast at school but usually she goes right to the music room to play for a bit until it times to get to class. “You should most important meal of the day and all”. Jonathan replies only half serious. He knows he skipped out on his share of breakfasts when he was young, mostly to avoid his dad if he was up that early and only if he didn’t think his mom might be in trouble.

After a minute or two Jonathan finishes plating only needing to add the waffles now before setting the plates down. This time they sit at the kitchen counter to eat which already has a couple rather comfy stools set up. “Wow your a really good cook”. Katrina finds herself saying with a bit of chewed waffle in her mouth. The sight makes Jonathan snort loudly before thanking her. He’d learned some cooking from his mother but not a lot due to a usual lack of food since his dad spent the majority of their money on beer and gambling.

“Really though I wish I could cook like this”. Katrina remarked. She’d loved to be able to make meals similar to when she was little before all her sisters had moved out. Before her parents had decided that they were done raising children even though one remained under their roof. She wondered if they were home yet, had they realized she was gone, realized she had come down from her room attempting to bond before being brushed off because they were busy with work. Had they realized that the house was painfully quiet without the light strumming of a violin filling it.

“Katrina, Katrina”? She was startled at the sound of her name and looked up to see Jonathan looking at her with...concern? “Y-Yes”? She asked to let him know she’d heard him. “You zoned out a bit there you okay”? He questioned. “Yeah”. She said with a hesitate nod. “Just got a bit lost in my head is all”. She explained. “Okay if that’s all”. He stated like he didn’t fully believe but didn’t want to upset her. “But I said that maybe I could teach you a bit, probably not a lot but we have a few days until the roads clear up”. He told her.

Katrina nodded with a strained smile. She was truly happy he offered to teach her to cook but there was an odd pang in her chest at the reminder that in a few days she’d be leaving. She shouldn’t miss the cabin or Jonathan she’d barely been here two days. But she couldn’t deny that two days here had felt warmer than almost two decades with her family. “Yeah I’d like that, might actually be tempted eat breakfast if I could make something half as decent as this”. She finally replied.

“Oh trust me when you leave here your cooking will be more than decent”. Jonathan remarked. Katrina huffed a laugh before continuing eating. They don’t talk as they did the night before but the silence is comforting instead of awkward like it is with others. They find almost enjoyable and when they finish with their food Katrina insist on helping with the dishes. Jonathan tells her she doesn’t have to but she’s stubborn on the subject.

Jonathan finds it a bit cute that the timid, shy and stuttering girl can be so stubborn. He wonders if she occasionally gets like this with others or if she’s just more relax here. He couldn’t imagine be relaxed so quickly after everything she’d went though. It made him feel slightly prideful that despite his lack of people skills he’d made her feel so safe so fast.

After a few more minutes of his musings Jonathan and Katrina finish up the dishes before putting away what little leftovers there were. With that done they go to the living room with him telling Katrina she can chose something to watch. While she’s channel surfing he’d picked up his laptop debating if he wants to update his blog. When he finally opens it and logs in he sees that it’s still on the news website from yesterday. Still on the article on the ‘missing’ sex offender.

Jonathan wonders if he should look at any updates. See if they’ve discovered the body, if there’s a chance police could be heading towards his cabin. If not if the back road is still covered in snow and too icy to travel than that means his truck has been found. If his truck hasn’t been found then the body might still be out there, stiff and covered in snow. He tells himself he shouldn’t worry that if the cops come he’ll tell the truth he attacked Katrina and Jonathan acted in self-defense.

But even with the man’s obvious record the police would still ask for a statement and even though she’d be seen as a victim it would be hard for her. Jonathan can vaguely recall being questioned by the police while sitting numbly in the hospital numb and a bit doped up. He was seen as a victim from the start or at least as a scared boy but that didn’t mean it wasn’t hard having to explain what happened that night and thinking any moment he’d break.

He looked up from his computer to look at Katrina. She was sitting in the center of the couch now with her knees pulled up to her chest while she watched an cartoon on the TV. She was so small and his clothes only further showed that fact with how much they dwarfed her. He could almost picture her sitting curled up and meek in a hard plastic chair in a cold police station with two stone faced officer asking she questions as she explained what was possibly the worst day of her life.

She’d break Jonathan was certain of it.

And that, that was something he didn’t want. But how could he stop her from breaking. He knew she was fragile and no matter how much better she felt when she left she’d be hysteric if she had to talk to anyone about what happened. That’s when the idea came to him, it was crazy and very stupid but he just had this complete desire to help the small girl curled up on his couch. With a quiet sigh Jonathan went to an updated news page looking for any mention of the dead man.

What he saw was nothing more than a simple mugshot that just stated the man was wanted. With a small nod Jonathan set up notifications to alert him if there were any updates on the news. If not Jonathan would go out and he’d make sure that the man couldn’t bother Katrina again, even in death. With a plan forming in his head he sat his computer down and walked over to Katrina. He gave her a small smile as he took a seat next to her.

He was going to keep her safe no matter what.

#Jonathan West #Katrina Evans #The Huntsman #Slashersona #Slasher OC #Slasher Sona #Jonathan West x Katrina Evans

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hadirtybubble · 5 years ago

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I Wrote This Because I Watched Underworld Pt. 2

Close your eyes.

What do you see?

Do you see memories?

Dreams?

Hopes?

When I close my eyes, I see the dark.

I see my fears.

I see my daydreams that scare me into sleep.

Happily ever after doesn’t exist. I’ve always known this, even as a child. That never stopped me from hoping, though. It would be so nice if it were true.

Too bad, I think as I walk down the street toward my apartment. It’s a cloudy, warm day and the street is bustling with people. It’s almost time for the fall festival that they have every year. I’ve never understood why it was thing. Games, dancing, music, all this work and for what? To hope for a good harvest before the winter killed everything? Seems like too much work for me.

I stop to watch as Mrs. Gilligan puts a banner over her shop’s door. She’s a short, older woman, maybe in her late 60’s. Her dark gray hair is in a tight bun with a flower in the middle. She’s nice enough, but very serious about everything. I would go help her with putting that stupid thing up, if I didn’t know that the moment I tried, she would shoo me away saying that she is more than capable to do it herself. Her husband is holding the ladder for her. He is a thin, tall man with a smile as mischievous as the Cheshire cat. You can tell that he got into quite a bit of shenanigans back in the day. He seems as carefree as his wife is serious. Quite the pair those two make.

Mr. Gilligan helps his wife down the ladder and before she reaches the last step, he picks her up and swings her around in his arms before planting a very loving kiss on her lips. She tips her head back and laughs like a teenage girl on her first date. She’s very pretty when she smiles.

I start walking down the street again. I see a lot of people I know the names of. Dennis Magner, the owner of the bakery three doors down, is setting up a table outside of his shop. Probably going to sell some of his goods. I hope he sets out his brownies. They are absolutely heavenly and probably my favorite thing that he makes. His daughter, Anna, is standing by the front door, waiting for instructions that probably will never come. Dennis would rather do everything himself, naturally. He’s a bit of a headstrong man, with the demeanor of a rebel. Even has the fitting tattoos on his arms and neck that would usually make the timid people of this town scurry off into the sunset. He’s made a name for himself, though, so most people don’t pay any mind to it anymore. Anna isn’t any different from her father. Tattoos up her arms with blue hair that goes just past the middle of her back. Personally, I like the look of them. However, I doubt my opinion would be worth much to their proud family.

Aiden Berger, the daughter of the owner of the pub on the corner, is walking toward the park at the end of the street. Probably to put up flyers of some kind. Her style just as much a rebel as Anna Magner is, only with the half shaved head and gauges to match. She is nowhere as nice as Anna is, though. Her face is in a constant scowl that only ever lets up when she sees a cat. I think I’ve only ever heard her say one sentence that wasn’t condescending or nasty in nature. Not that I mind. It’s pretty entertaining to watch her at the pub. Her being blessed with the body of a goddess does cause quite a few people, men and women alike, to want a piece of that. Watching her shut them down in the rudest way possible can be the highlight of my day. I’m quite fond of her, even though she could probably kill me with one look.

Ioan Pearce is following after Aiden. He’s basically a puppy dog that has imprinted onto her. He’s dressed in his typical frat boy shorts and a white T-shirt. His blonde hair is shorter than it was last week, with the sides shaved almost to the skin and the top long enough to go past his ears. His whole presence had a very frat boy feel to it. I’m not sure what he hopes to gain by pursuing her, but it’s his funeral. He walks past me as he catches up to her. I stop to check my phone when he finally catches up to her.

“A, why won’t you talk to me? Was it something I did?” Ioan says a little too loudly as he places his hand on her shoulder. As soon as it makes contact, Aiden grabs his wrist and twists his arm behind his back as gracefully as a martial arts master. He cries out in surprise as she pushes him against a wall. “Ow! Aiden, what the hell!?”

“I’ve told you not to touch me,” Aiden growls at him. “What the hell do you want?”

“I just wanted to know why you seem mad at me. You haven’t talked to me in three days.” Aiden let go of his arm and he turned around. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing that concerns you, Ioan.”

“Nothing that concerns me? Why would you say that? I don’t understand what’s happening. I thought you liked me.”

“I do, but that doesn’t matter.” Aiden looks a little sad when she says this. “This can’t happen.” At this point, quite a few people (myself included) have stopped to watch the spectacle. Ioan looked hurt and ready to cry. Aiden looked close to the same, but still firm. Her blue eyes are looking at Ioan with a mixture of regret and pain, but didn’t say anymore. She turned away from him and continued down the street as Ioan leaned against the wall to a shop. I stepped closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. Before I could say anything, he shrugged it off while saying, “Don’t touch me, crow.” He ran back down the street from where he originally came.

I continued walking down the street toward my apartment. I don’t know why I try to help people who want nothing to do with me or my family, but I can’t help it. It’s a compulsion, I guess. Maybe it’s because of all of the fairytales of my childhood, or my everlasting hope of some kind of connection. Either way, I doubt I’ll find someone who will want to be in my life at this point. I think of this while I walk. I eventually start to zone out and not pay attention to what’s going on around me.

Crow, I think. What a stupid nickname. How did they even come up with that? I don’t even look like a crow.

“Hey!” Someone yelling breaks me out of my head and I stop. I turn and see an unfamiliar person to my left. Her bright, yellow-hazel eyes take me by surprise. She was very pretty. Tall and curvy, with long, brown hair with a white streak in it. Odd, considering she couldn’t be more than twenty-five. She looked at me expectantly, like she was waiting for me to acknowledge her.

“Yes?” I ask, hesitantly.

“Do you know where the Berger’s pub is?” She continues staring at me with her hazel eyes with an almost permanent frown on her face. I started to wonder what her smile would look like when I remember that I’m supposed to reply.

“Oh, uhm, it’s on that corner over there.” I said, hesitantly.

She looked down the street to where the pub sits. She looked back at me and said, “Would you mind walking me down there? I’m not very familiar with area. I don’t want to get lost again.”

I’m sure she can see the sign for the pub from here. It’s kind of hard to miss. “Uh, sure. No problem. Follow me.” I started walking toward the pub. She followed me while staying a few steps behind me. I looked back a few times since I couldn’t tell whether she was still there or not. Each time, she looked like she was about to kill a man. Kind of reminds me of Aiden.

We finally reach the front of the pub and I turn toward her again. “Here you go,” I say as I start to walk back toward my apartment.

“Wait,” she says. I turn toward her again and wait. She says nothing for a few seconds, looking at me. “What’s your name?” she finally says.

“Ava. Ava Wefan.”

“Wefan, huh?” She looks at me very seriously. Like she was trying to calculate something.

“Uhm, yeah. Wefan.” I shuffle on my feet nervously as she looks me up and down. This was the longest conversation I’ve had in weeks and I was starting to get uncomfortable. I get like that, especially with attractive people. And she was very attractive. Her eyes are so bright and focused that I can’t look at her without getting even more nervous.

“Interesting. Do you happen to know Aiden Berger?”

“Yeah, I know of her. We don’t exactly talk to each other very often.” More like, we haven’t spoken to each other in nearly two years but whatever. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching us. Nope, not a soul. I look back at the woman who is still studying me. I wish she would stop. I put my hands in my jacket pockets to help with my feelings of awkwardness.

Please stop looking at me.

“Okay,” the mysterious woman says as she turned her eyes away. “I’ll stop looking at you on one condition.” My jaw nearly falls off my face. Did she hear me!? She slowly blinks, then looks at me again. “Let me buy you a drink. As a thank you for showing me the pub.” I look straight into her eyes for the first time since meeting her. I’m still confused about the answer to my private thoughts and am not sure how to react. How was she able to hear what I was thinking? Is she able to hear everything in my head? Has she been able to hear everything I’ve been thinking since we met? What the hell??

“Sorry,” I say. “I don’t really drink.” I want to get out of this situation ASAP. This feels dangerous and I want no part of it.

“That’s too bad,” she says while looking around. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later.” She turns toward the door, then stops and looks at me. “My name is Ria, by the way. Ria Durham.” Stare. “See ya.” Then she steps through the door and disappears into the hustle and bustle that is the pub.

I turn back toward my apartment and run. I run as fast I can back to my safety net of isolation before someone else can talk to me. By the time I reach my home, I’m huffing and puffing like the big, bad wolf with asthma. Running, I think. Always a bad idea. I pull out my keys while still gulping down air. As soon as I turn the lock and step inside, I breathe a ragged sigh of relief. I never want to talk to another person again. I collapse against my door and try to compose myself.

She was terrifying. I rub my hands against my face and tuck my knees to my chest. After a moment, I lean my head against the door and let my legs relax a little. I look at my ceiling and try to continue catching my breath. “Ria Durham, huh,” I say softly. I shake my head and stand up. I hear a thud from the kitchen counter and look up. It’s my cat, Sabbath. He’s a thin, black cat who is a pain in the neck if he’s hungry. His big, green eyes look at me expectantly. “Dinner time, yeah?” I scratch under his chin while I turn toward the cupboard where I keep his food and pull it out.

“Meow!” I hear him yell.

“I’m getting it, you noisy thing. Give me a minute.” I pulled out his food dish and filled it halfway. I turn to the cute mat where his water dish is and set down his meal. He immediately runs to it and begins gobbling it up. “Are you that hungry?” I squatted down next to him and watch him eat. “You act like I haven’t fed you in days. Dirty liar.” I stay there for a while before I smile and stand up.

I walk to the fridge and pull out a water. I chug it while also eating an apple. Fitting dinner for me. Ha.

I walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My short hair looks greasy and sticks in random places. It’s faded from a bright red to a sad, light pink. I can see my dark, brown roots peeking underneath the color. I need to redye it.

I look at my gray eyes and study the color. Pale gray irises with specks of gold stare back at me. I never liked my eyes. They’re too noticeable. Draw too much attention. Why couldn’t they have been a common brown or even a dark blue? At least new people who see me wouldn’t stare so much.

Like Ria. The thought caught me off guard. Her beautiful eyes flash in my mind. My heart begins to pound and my hands begin to shake. Stop thinking about her, I firmly tell myself. I had almost forgotten about the random meeting. Was she really able to hear my thoughts or did she just read my body language? I shake my head. Of course it was my body language. If I had acted any more nervous, I would have started vibrating.

I turn on the sink and wash my face several times. I look at myself in the mirror again. I’ll forget all about it. It was just random meeting. I’ll never see her again. Quit worrying about nothing. I walk out of the bathroom toward my bedroom, determined to forget the whole encounter. I change into my pajamas and crawl into bed. Sabbath jumps on top of me and nuzzles into the curve of my stomach and legs.

“Goodnight, Sabbath,” I say as I pet his small head. “Sweet dreams.” I turn off the side lamp and get comfortable.

Time to forget everything from today, I think to myself.

I close my eyes and begin to drift.

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old-read-all-about-kpop · 6 years ago

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Hewwoo it's me again, I hope I'm not bothering you ;w; I just really like your writings! Could I request for a scenario between student council!you and badboy!ravn? I just get the badboy vibe from him ahshsjdk the genre is up to you, I love everything that you post uwu thank you!

A/N: You’re joking right? You are not bothering me at all lovely! I’m happy that you enjoyed my writing enough that you wanted to request once more. That brings me so much joy! 🥺💖 This concept has caused me to create the (almost) perfect scenario! I hope you enjoy reading it my dear! 💓

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending

Warning!: Slight vulgarity

You wanted the floor to swallow you and never allow you to see the break of dawn again. You, the Vice President of the student council, were outside the principal’s office to be scolded. Why you may ask? Because of the biggest douchebag in the school, Kim Youngjo, who prefers to be called Ravn.

How it all happened was idiotic to say the least. You knew you should have just been the bigger person. But, what Ravn said was hurtful. His friend was no better but, sadly, his words affected you the most. You wished you could rewind time but that’d be too much to ask for.

You and the rest of the student council were having a bake sale. Over the weekend you all made some sugary treats to sell for new football uniforms and, hopefully, new textbooks. In your opinion, the latter would do more good. But no one would acknowledge your opinion.

You were considered the “nerdy b****” who needed to get laid. Or needed to have a Valium and then get laid.

Anyway, your reason for being somewhere you would only be if you had an issue to convey with the principal was simple. You hit the idiot of a jock, Ravn (you snarl at the thought of him), in the back of his precious letterman jacket with a cupcake.

“If the nerdy b**** wants to make money then she should just lay on her back,” you heard one say as the muscle head jocks strolled by.

“Or get on her knees,” muttered Ravn.

His fellow douchebag friends hollared with laughter at his remark. They slapped him on the back as if he scored a three pointer before the blaring of the shot clock.

Your retaliation? You snatched up an innocent cupcake and chucked it at Ravn, perfectly aimed at the jaguar sewed in the middle of his precious varsity jacket.

Ravn could’ve been steaming at the ears from how pissed he looked. If looks could kill, you’d be twelve feet under.

He stalked toward you, having you feel as though you were in the Amazon Rainforest. You stood tall, though. You refused to show any signs of timidity. All through your high school career you’ve kept quiet, allowing people to do/say anything to you. Now, you were tired of staying quiet. People were gonna hear from you.

Ravn took off his jacket and examined it, all the while clicking his tongue and sucking his teeth. He chuckled dryly as he saw the cupcake holding onto his jacket. He took it off and spun it around his long fingers.

“Very funny of you. Now…I wonder…if this little cupcake can hold on to my jacket…maybe it can hold onto the slimy strands of your oily hair.”

WHAM!

You gasped in horror. You blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the situation while also keeping your cool. But it was disappearing by the second.

Ravn went ahead and smacked the cupcake on the top of your head. Everyone around you two were silent, their anticipation for what was to come stinking the air.

Soon enough, you two engaged in a food war. You launched cupcakes at him while Ravn threw slices of cake, decorating the corner of the cafeteria you had with cavity-producing sweets.

Now, you two were sitting outside the principal’s office, awaiting your punishments. You knew you were in for it once your parents got called. The disappointment they’d feel was gonna be unbearable. To keep from crying, you dug your nails into your flesh. Whenever they slid over your flesh, you’d sink them back in. The cycle would repeat when needed.

“Stop that!” A voice exclaimed. “You’re making your skin red.”

A warm hand touched you. You jumped away as if you got burned.

Ravn leaned back. Wide-eyed, he raised his hands slowly, trying to appear harmless.

You huffed, placing your chin in your open hand. You focused your eyes on the clock ahead, hoping to zone out as you watched the second hand tick by.

“Listen. What happened back at lunch didn’t have to go down like that. Obviously, we could have handled things differently.”

“Oh, like me allowing you and your dumb jock friends to belittle and degrade me with voices loud enough for me to hear. Yeah, I’m sure that would’ve been a preferred scenario for you, huh?”

“Sweetheart, you and I both know that’s not what I meant.”

“Don’t call me that!” You whipped around to look st him, your gaze fiery. “You lost your chance to call me any cute pet names the minute you started acting differently at the start of this school year.”

Ravn sighed heavily, his shoulders dropping. “I never meant to treat you like a nobody.”

“Then what did you mean exactly, Youngjo? Because how you mistreated me was awful! All summer we hung out, sharing little bits about ourselves, staying up talking until God-awful hours in the night.” Despite your efforts to keep them at bay, tears spilled. “You took my first kiss.”

You quickly wiped your face, sniffling your emotions back up. “So, you didn’t just treat me like a nobody. You’ve treated me like a summer fling.”

You needed to remain strong. But all you did was appear strong for these past two months, having to constantly see the boy who owned your heart despite you fighting the reality of it. You were tired now. The act was becoming exhausting.

Suddenly, two hands took possession of your cheeks. You tried to jerk away, but the hands simply tightened their hold.

“Don’t fight me right now, angel. I just need to look into your eyes while I say this.” He then started rubbing the tear streaks away with the pads of his thumbs. And that action alone was how he got you under his control.

Ravn leaned in closer, licking his lips nervously as he gazed into your eyes with his dark brown ones. “Sweetheart, I know I screwed up. No…I f***** up. Babygirl, you became my gravity over the summer. You held me down more than I could say for any of the people I hang out with and call my ‘friends’. You been there for me more than my own parents. You understand me. And, the moments you don’t, you take the time to try.”

He was closer than ever now, causing your lips to brush together in the slightest. Just from the ghost of a touch from his pink lips had your breathing becoming shallow. Your body felt like it was vibrating. The pull you felt toward Ravn was impeccable. You felt as though you two were the only ones existing in this moment.

“If you would let me, I would love to make this right, baby. I miss you with every fiber of my being. It takes everything in me not to kiss you in front of all these pricks in this dumb school. Believe me if you want to.”

You sighed shakily. You wanted nothing more than to melt into Ravn and take him back. But, you needed to set some ground rules. You weren’t going to be treated like a fool again.

“One condition.”

“Baby, you could name a thousand. I don’t care. Name it and I’ll do it.”

“Either be your own person or forget us ever becoming more.”

Ravn dropped his gaze. He knew what you were insinuating.

“Your jock friends pressure you to be someone you’re not. You showed me a Ravn over the summer completely different from this Ravn. Look me in my eyes and say this is who you really are and we won’t have to waste each other’s time any longer.”

Ravn shifted his eyes to yours. His hands seized yours, bringing them to his lips.

“This isn’t the person I want to be. And I’m truly sorry for Hwanwoong’s comment and mine. It was truly unacceptable. I should’ve defended you instead of engaging in such awful talk about you. I’m really sorry, angel.

He leaned in closer. His gaze deepened, unknowingly pulling you more into its abyss.

“I promise you I will treat you how you’re supposed to be treated from here on out. No matter how long my probation is until I regained your trust I’ll wait. For you, it’s worth it.”

“You really promise?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He then released one of your hands and made an X where his heart is. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

A smile slowly appeared on your face. You looked down at your joined hands. Your heart swelled from the familiarity.

You looked back up at Ravn, regaining eye contact. You licked your lips before speaking. Ravn bit his lip, enduring a large amount of stress as he waits for your response. He wasn’t willing to let you go. He wouldn’t be able to go on with his life another second without you with him.

“If you’re hoping to die then, I guess, we can try again at this relationship.” A coy smile took over your features.

Ravn’s eyes grew wide. Simultaneously, a huge smile covered half his face.

“Yes!” He yelled before pulling you out of your seat and wrapping you up in a tight bear hug.

Dried icing fell to the floor like dust off of chalk as your clothes rubbed against each other. But neither of you cared to notice.

“Thank you, babygirl! Thank you! I swear to you I will cherish you like you’re the most precious source of air in the entire world.” His grip grew tighter, causing you to feel secure. The pieces of your self-esteem, happiness, and heart felt like they were put back together as Ravn held you flush to his body.

Once again, you felt that bubbly feeling deep in your belly. The same thrill you felt in the summer is the same as what you’re feeling now. It might have maximized. Because you were finally back in your boyfriend’s arms, feeling right at home.

A/N: Okay this turned really freaking long. But I’m happy with the plot. A big pat on the back for myself if I must say. I’m sorry if you were waiting a long time my dear. But, I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this darling! 🤗💓

#requested #oneus ravn #ravn angst #ravn fluff #oneus imagines #oneus reactions #oneus scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff

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rogers-meadow · 6 years ago

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Cool Cat

Part: 3/?

Place: Los Angeles, CA

Year: 1974

Name of the chapter: Seaside Rendezvous

While we were on the plane (first class plane, not the first time I was travelling with one, though. Totally not bragging), me and Roger were interpreting “Seaside Rendezvous” , a song they would release the next year. Somehow he had a kazoo in his bag, which was a very important part in the song, as he said.

John and Brian were sleeping, Freddie was playing scrabble with Paul, while me and Roger were telling awful puns to each other, we were both very drunk.

“Ooh I have a good one.” I barely managed to say between giggles. “What did the egg do when it saw the frying pan? It scrambled.” We laughed for the rest of the ride, adding some more puns every now and then.

We finally arrived, me and Roger blacked out. We got up, walked out, surrounded by fans, reporters, cameramen. Freddie walked out first, greeting everybody with a smile. Then, John walked out, crumbles of toast on his face. Brian made his way out somehow, not managing to not trip over his own legs.Then Roger walked out, then Peter, me and the crew. All the fangirls (even some boys) started screaming when Roger walked down the stairs.

We arrived at our hotel, further away from the big city, so we wouldn’t have problems with loud noises. This time, we got a whole floor for ourselves: for the crew, the band and me and Peter, plus Freddie’s boyfriends and Mary. Me and Mary slept in the same room, in small one person beds. Next to our room was the band’s apartment.

I am awakened by loud noises from the apartment next door. Me and Mary walked out, looking around the hall. Freddie kicked out a tall boy, with brown hair and blue eyes, out of his room. Roger and John were talking and laughing. I could manage to hear the words ‘Freddie’ and ‘fight’ and I already knew what was happening: Freddie usually needed a kick of energy before a concert, usually verbal fights. So, this is how another one of Freddie’s lovers was out. I smirked and walked inside my room, looking at the clock: it was 6:30 in the morning, meaning we would have to leave in an hour to head to rehearsals. Well, the band had.

I changed in the small bathroom as fast as I could, as Mary was “almost peeing herself”. Or that’s what she said. I changed into a denim skirt to the knees, a purple sleeveless turtle neck and put on purple eyeshadow. I walked out, hearing Mary say “Thank Lord!” multiple times.

“Oh, Angel, darling! I forgot to tell you: we’re going back to London, at the end of November to perform “Killer Queen”!” he exclaimed. “For real?! That’s so cool! I always wanted to go to London! Oh, it’s going to be so exciting!” I squeaked, jumping around.

A loud knock on the door was heard a few minutes after that. Roger quickly came in. “Fred, c’mon, let’s go! We’re late.” he said, looking at me for not even a second. “Alright, I’ll see you guys later.” I smiled and waved. “Angel, love, could you please go around town with Peter and Mary to buy me a pair of shoes? The ones I had in the last concert, Peter doesn’t know the shop where you can buy them, but you do. Thank you, you’re an angel!” he winked.

“Alrigt, you know where the shop is, Angel.” Peter said, looking on a piece of paper with all the stuff we had to buy for the band. “We need to buy new robes, doesn’t matter the color.” “And some food, I’m starving.” I said as I opened the door to a small, yet very expensive, shoe shop. I hurriedly looked around the room filled with shoes, until I found the pair he wanted: black Adidas shoes, with white stripes. Luckily, the pair displayed in the shop was his size.

“Alright, nothing left...it’s 2 PM, we still have time to do something. Maybe get something for ourselves?” Peter asked. “Let’s go get food.” I said for the millionth time today, as I was almost literally starving. “Okay, let’s go...” Mary looked around the big plaza. “Over here!” she exclaimed, spotting a rather small diner, with blue and red neon lights.

“Yeah, hello! I’d like to order...” I greeted the waiter, quickly looking back at the menu. “A fried tofu sandwhich and a mango strawberry milkshake, please.” I was the last one to order, as my rather timid personality around strangers wouldn’t let me go first. “Okay, I’ll be back with your food.” we nodded and looked at each other.

“So, what do you think Freddie would like to wear at the Top of the Pops?” Mary asked, smiling. “Something like....a massive fur suit.” I joked. “I’m actually thinking he’d wear that.” Peter laughed. “Oh gosh, it’s going to be so exciting to go to London! I never went there, my parents just moved around America.” I said, thinking about our movements all around the continent. “But you live close to here, right?” “Um...It’s 48 miles away..” I sighed. I didn’t miss my family at all, my parents wanted me to either graduate law school or med school.

“Ah, yes! The food is here!” I cried, spotting the waiter with our meals. “Here you go.” He smiled and placed our plates. “Thank you!” I said, my mouth full of tofu sandwhich. “Woah, you really were hungry.” Peter giggled. “Oh yes, I didn’t eat breakfast, so...”

After we all finished our food, we paid at the cash register and left, joking about Freddie’s fur coat he would “be wearing at the Top of the Pops”. We walked slowly to the theatre where the band would have rehearsals, they would finish in about half an hour. Then, we would be going around the huge city looking for bars we would go at after the concert.

“Oh, you’re here!” Freddie exclaimed as we entered the huge theatre. “Woah, big concert.” I murmured. “I know, I know..” John worriedly commented, walking next to Freddie. “Rog, here are your shoes.” I smiled, giving him the white bag with the shoe box inside. “Thank you, love!” he hugged me, his hand almost going to my bum bum (I had to sorry lol). I went back to the group, my cheeks getting redder every second.

“So, Fred, what are you going to wear at the Top of the Pops?” Mary asked, smiling, while me and Peter were waiting for an answer, giggling. “Oh, I wanted to talk to you guys about it! I want to wear a massive fur coat!” Freddie’s eyes sparkled. The three of us started laughing. “What? I mean, it’s not that hard to find one!” Freddie said, almost pissed.

*about three months and a half later*

“Alright, bye mom! Love you! Bye dad! Love you too!” I hung up the phone. I walked out and ran to the tour bus, where the group would be in.

We just left the beach, as we were basically surrounded by paparazzi. Me and Roger and Brian went swimming for almost all of the trip to the beach, while John was reading and slurping occasionally out of a piña colada.

Freddie was making stuff out of sand, and ended up forcing Roger to come be a sand mermaid. Luckily, I had my polaroid and took a couple of pictures, though they were shaky, as I couldn’t stop laughing: Rog was freshly shaved, making him look even more like a girl.

I was in the bus, smiling at the pictures we had taken in L.A .

The bus stopped, we finally arrived at the airport. We were all so excited, as the band and Mary and the crew and Peter were going back home, and I was visiting the city I dreamed of visiting since I was a little kid.

The airport was huge, as every other airport. But this one, fortunately, had way more shops, as Freddie would have a way to spend his time.

“Oh! Look at that lovely skirt!” I pointed to a floral maxi skirt, hippieish style. Roger examined it, frowning.

We turned in our bags, we basically just went through the boring stuff.

We finally arrived at the fun part, which was the huge waiting room, sort of, but not the one where you just had to wait.

After a while, Roger disappeared while me and Mary were getting snacks for the long ride. He finally came back after ten minutes, holding a big bag.

“What’s inside?” I asked. “Oh, nothing, nothing. Just some boring books for my mum.” he looked the other way. “Mhmm...” I murmured. The bag looked too light to have multiple books, but I decided not to go any further with this.

*+*

“Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed. Though the time zone was fucking me up, it didn’t make me stop jumping around as soon as we walked out of the airport. I was squeaking, exclaiming something between the lines: “Oh, this looks so cool!” at everything I saw.

“So, where should Angel stay?” Peter asked. I realised they weren’t tourists as me, they all had their homes here. “Ah, I can get a hotel room.” I smiled nonchalantly. “Oh, that’s worthless! We all have big homes, you can stay at one of us.” Freddie exclaimed.

“Well, you can stay at my place.” Roger offered. “I don’t want to bother you, Rog.” I frowned. “You wouldn’t bother me in any way! I have two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a big kitchen- which, by the way, I haven’t used in years, so...” he chuckled. “And, it would also be my pleasure to help you.” he said, on a lower tone. “Well, I guess I could crash at your place, and I promise, I won’t bother you!” I cried. “Oh please! How could you bother me?” he laughed. “You have a good point there!” Brian shouted from across the bus.

“Alright, so, this is my apartment.” He opened the door, revealing a huge apartment, which was very messy, though it didn’t look that bad. There were no speedos on the floor, thank lord.

I walked inside, standing in a long hall, on my left was a rack and on my right was a large mirror. As I walked further down the hall, I ended up in a big livingroom, which was at the end of the hall. It was a very big livingroom: a yellow couch was placed on the right wall as you enter the room, the TV standing in front of it, between those two was a big, dark, wooden coffee table. On the couch was a black bra, spreaded across one of the massive yellow pillows. I giggled at the sight, making Roger blush lightly. Next to the couch, on the right, was a tall black lamp, still turned on. Next to a huge window and a door, which most probably left to a balcony, were some book shelves, filled with everything you could ever imagine but books. On the floor, all sorts of tapes were spreaded, all next to a vinyl.

“Here is your room, love.” I heard Roger’s muffed voice say from another room. I followed where the sound came from and ended up in a big room, yellow themed as well. It was filled with abstract paintings. In the middle of the room was placed a king-sized bed. The white sheets were placed nicely, somehow. On the left and on the right were two nightstands and two drawers, from dark wood. “This is lovely, Roger! Thank you so much!” I hugged him. “Anytime.” he smiled.

“I want to see the kitchen!” I said, all of a sudden. “What? Oh, alright. Though, don’t expect it to be a very complex one.” he warned me. “Okay, alright.” I giggled.

We walked down the hall until the blonde boy stopped, walking into a room on the right. It led to a medium sized room, with wooden and marble counters, a microwave, a fridge, an oven, cupboards and all that. “It’s a pretty nice kitchen, noting that a guy in his 20s, who has never even cooked, I’m pretty sure.” I laughed.

“But, I want to see what you have inside the fridge.” I smirked as I opened the fridge: it contained a milk bottle, some old looking meatballs, a cup filled with orange juice, some bread, ice cream and beers. “We need to go grocery shopping.” I sighed. “But first I need to call my parents.”

“Hi mom!” I greeted my mom after she picked up. “Honey, why are you calling me so early?” she asked with a sleepy voice. “Well, I’m in London!” I squeaked. “You’re finally in London? Which means you won’t have to ask every week if we can go there?” she asked, almost hearing her smile. “Yeah, I guess. Oh gosh, it’s such a beautiful city!” “How’s the hotel room?” she asked. “I don’t stay at a hotel room, mom. I am going to stay at a..friend’s place.” “And who is that friend? Is it a boy or a girl?” “A boy, mom.” “How old is he? Could he possibly kidnap you? Is he one of the band members you met in Japan?” “Yeah, he is one of the band members.”

“Did somebody say ‘band member from Japan’?” I heard one of my best friends, Liz, say on the other end. “Oh hi! Yeah, I’m actually going on tour with the band you really like, Queen!” I said nonchalantly. “Ohh my God! I’m so jealous! So I heard that you’ll be crashing at one of the band’s places?” she squeaked. “Which one of them is it?” Liz asked. “Roger’s” I said, smiling, knowing her reaction. “OH-OH MY GOD! THE BLOND HOTTIE! OH GOSH! I WENT TO ONE OF THEIR CONCERTS AND HE WINKED AT ME AND I NEARLY FAINTED!” she screamed on the other end. ‘What a Roer move, winking at girls like Liz.’ I smirked. “How is he like? I mean, as a person? Because it’s been a while since you left Japan.” “He is such a fun person! He is so smart, also. You can talk to him about everything, he knows about it and most likely has an opinion on it. Oh, and when he’s drunk, he’s so fucking funny!” I smiled at all the memories we had together. “Oh, he seems like such a lovely person! And...has...anything happened?” I could almost hear her smirk. “Nope, nothing happened, nothing happens, nothing will happen.” I sighed. “Don’t be so sure about that...But anyways, we have to go, me and your mom have to get some groceries. Byee!” “But why are you wi-“ She hung up. I walked out of the small cabin, getting greeted by Roger.

“So I overheard you were talking about me. So, nothing will happen?” he looked at me sadly. “Oh, I don’t know. I mean, first off, I just wanted her to shut up about all that and second off..” I looked at the cloudy sky. “Well, wouldn’t it be weird? I mean, you didn’t seem that interested and so-“ “I just...I just didn’t want to make things weird if you reject me.” He looked at me. “Maybe we should just..give it a try? One chance?” I looked at those beautiful blue eyes. They were looking at my eyes, the tension built up as he was waiting for an answer. I sighed. “Alright, I guess we could sort of try to go on a romantic part in our relationship.” He smiled at me.

“Oh, good Lord, Angel! Why do you need so mcj stuff for only a two person lunch?” Roger looked around for canned beans. “Oh, are you that dumb?” I looked at him skeptically. “These stuff are for the next week, when we would stay in London.” “Ohhhh” he sheepishly smiled. My heart slowly melted. “Ohhhh” I mocked him. He scoffed and placed the canned beans in the plastic trolley.

“So, we need tomato sauce, sugar, salt, chocolate chips, potatoes and...some lettuce, cheese, tomatoes and that’s it.” I worriedly looked at all the stuff. “It’s going to cost a lot...thank God I got three quarters of my trust fund.” “Bloody hell! You have a trust fund?” he laughed. My cheeks flushed. “Yup, I do. Didn’t I tell you? Both of my parents are doctors, my grandpa was a doctor, my grandma was a dentist, my sister is a lawyer and I’m going to be...a psychologist.” “So you’re basically loaded.” “You could say so.” I looked at him for a moment, smiling, then proceeding to go pay for all the groceries.

*+*

“So, what are you going to do for lunch?” Roger asked, looking at all the plastic bags as I put everything where it needed to be. “I’m thinking about doing a Caesar Salad.” “A salad? Ew!” the blonde man pouted like a child. “It’s actually good, with some good dressing.” “But weren’t you vegetarian or something?” “I am. I’m going to fry the chicken for you.” “Awh, that’s so nice of you! But like..Don’t you get grossed out by these stuff?” “I do a bit, but it doesn’t bother me that much.

“So, I thought about the date. “ Roger smiled as we sat down, ready to eat. “Oh, you did?” I smiled back, a bit unintentionally jokingly. “Oh yes, I did. I won’t tell you any details, but you can dress however you want, but it would be amazing if you would dress a bit classier.” Oh, dear lord, is he going to take me at a restaurant?

“When would the date be?” I asked, almost finishing my first portion. “After the Top of The Pops, so I am not so stressed. I mean, we’re going to stay here for a while.” he said. “OH GOSH!” I exclaimed, getting up. “Me and Peter and Mary have to go shopping for clothes for the Top of The Pops!” I walked to the hall, picking up my coat. As I made my way out, a loud thud on the door scared the hell out of me, as I was about to open the door. In front of the door were Peter and Mary. “Oh, where have you been?” Mary asked me, quite annoyed. “I was eating, Mary. “Let’s just...go” Peter said, after staying silent for the whole time.

I hopped in the back of Peter’s car, as we made our way to the shopping centre. “I was walking down the street when I saw a faux fur coat, just as Freddie wanted.” “Alright then, let’s go.” I simply said, too busy to look at the view: I could see the Big Ben, next to a Big Wheel (or whatever it’s called idk).

*+*

“Alright, that’s 80 pounds, please.” the cashier politely smiled at us. I frowned, not used to pounds and all that.

“Well, that was a bit expensive, don’t you think?” Mary looked at Peter. “Eh, does it really matter?” Peter shrugged.

“We’re back!” I exclaimed as we made our way into the big studio. “Where’s my coat?” Freddie looked at us. “Where’s my white suit?” Brian’s head popped out of the newspaper. They both looked like spoiled kids, but am I the right person talking about this? Nope, I’m not.

“Here you go, Fred.” Mary landed Freddie the big plastic bag. “Oh, it’s lovely, dear! Where did you find it? It looks exactly as I wanted.” his eyes sparkled. “That’s a secret.” Peter smirked. “Go on, try it on.” He continued.

*+*

“Come on, Rog. Everything’s going to be amazing. You’ll be great.” I smiled as I made sure his button-up denim shirt was looking alright. “You could give me a good luck kiss.” He leaned in closer, placing a hand on the wall behind me. I smiled and I quickly kissed him on the lips before making my way out. “Looking good, Fred.” I smirked and winked. “Are your nails painted correctly?” I took his hands. “They’re alright, darling. You’re so good at painting nails. I mean, no overpainting from the first try?! That’s a talent, dear.” I chuckled. “You’re going to nail it. You and the band.”

“This is the BBCs, this is how we do it here.” I heard Brian mock the staff who just told them they’ll have to lip sync.

“Alright guys, you start in 3...2...1...” The cameraman said.

The music started playing. Freddie was holding his mic upside down, as if it was sticked to the roof, 50s style.

She keeps her Möet et Chandon..

They’re doing great

Let them eat cake, she says

“Smile at the camera, Angel!”

A built in remedy for Kruschev and Kenedy

At anytime, an invitation you can’t decline

“Do you want a cig?”

“Yes, thank you.” I said.

She’s a killer queen

gunpowder, gelatine

dynamite with a laserbeam

guaranteed to blow your mind

ooh reccomended at the price

insatiable appetite

to avoid complications

she never kept the same address

in conversation,

she spoke just like a baroness

met a man from China

went down to Geisha Minah...

*+*

“What’d you think about the performance, love?” Roger smiled, sitting down next to me at the table at a bar we went to after the interpretation. “You absolutely fucking nailed it!” I said quite loudly, already on my 5th shot. “Shouldn’t you just...slow down on the drinks?” he asked, with a worried expression. “C’mon, let’s have fun!”

*+*

I woke up the next morning with a major hangover. I didn’t recognize the bedroom I was in as the one in Roger’s apartment, nor his bedroom. I got up and realised I was naked and next to a fucking stranger. I started panicking. I felt like the floor I was standing on suddenly disappeared, I was in a never ending black hole. There was no air. I felt like this because of the way the press would talk about me. I mean, I wasn’t popular whatsoever, but I was travelling with the band Queen, would have been possibly in a relationship with Roger fucking Taylor if I wouldn’t have fucked up.

I changed as quick as I could. I was in a foreign city, not knowing how far from...home...I was. I fortunately remembered Mary’s phone number, thank God.

“Hello, Mary?” I said between sobs. “Oh, Angel! Where are you?! We’re all worried sick!” I heard Mary on the other end. “I...don’t know where I am. Wait, is that a road name? Oh yes! Thank Lord!”

“What happened, darling?” Mary asked me as we walked to her place. “I apparently hooked up with someone. I- how’s Roger?” “In the same situation as you are. Hooked up with someone, Freddie had to pick him up, he was only talking about how he disappointed you, how he managed to fuck things up before you could even be in a relationship.” I sighed in relief.

“Hi, everybody.” I said as I walked in Mary’s apartment, the whole band being there, plus Peter. “Oh gosh, where have you been?!” John asked me, frowning. “I...fucked things up.” I sat down, my knees getting weaker every second. Tears started rolling down my eyes, I tried stopping them by biting my lower lip.

Brian sat down next to me. “Tell us what happened, Angel.” He said, handing me a cup of warm tea. “I.. was very drunk last night. I woke up in the.. south part of London, apparently.” I tried to look at anybody else but Roger. I decided to close my eyes, to stop the temptation of looking at him.

“Roger, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you any way, you’re one of the most amazing persons I’ve ever met and I fucked up the chance of being with you and-“ “Oh, just stop talking. I fucked up too. I was worried you’d be mad at me, but...it looks like we’re in the same situation. Let’s just..start all over again. Or should I jus say ‘forget the whole situation’? I mean- what would we start all over again?” I giggled at his rambling. I hugged him tight, feeling his heartbeat. He looked at me, getting closer and closer. Our lips touched and sparks flew. It was an electric feeling, making my whole body tremble.

Ah, crap. I own Liz twenty bucks.

a/n: alright this is long as fuck (that’s what she said shahahhahah) but I hope you enjoyed. i’m not going to write in the next two weeks. because i have exams and tests and finals almost every day of the week, starting this monday. buh byee

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#roger taylor #roger taylor fanfic #queen band #killer queen #cool cat #brian may #john deacon #deaky #disco deaky #red special #freddie mercury #farrokh bulsara #bohemian rhapsody

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ramheavenandhell · 6 years ago

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Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me – Chapter 1: Graduation and a New Home

AN: Again, Rick and Morty ain't mine (the credit goes to Justin and Dan), but I shall claim the main Rick- and Morty-sonas of this story as my mental property. Let's all just pretend that that's a thing for one moment… thank you. No warnings for this chapter yet, but will have graphic nsfw content in later chapters. There's also going to be Rick/Morty. Summary: Morty A-22β6 didn't have it easy with his Rick. Now full of traumas and a phobia against Ricks, het gets to live with an alternate version of his grandpa. Will this Rick be different and would it be for better or worse?

Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me – Chapter 1: Graduation and a New Home His name was Morty – well, that was every boys' name here in Morty Academy so better said: his name was Morty A-22β6. Or, just "Shy Morty" as he had been nicknamed by the other Mortys. Now of course, since Mortys were generally shy and anxious this nickname probably seemed to be redundant, yet it was so fitting for him because he put those special attributes on a completely new level. His stutter was about ten times worse and that was something you would only notice if the quiet boy would even speak up. This Morty's timidity was at its worst though when he was around Ricks. It was obvious to everyone around that the boy was downright terrified when addressed by his grandfather no matter which version of him. As such, uncomfortable situations in the classroom were not rare because every time that the Teacher Rick would ask him something the events went down more or less the same. "Can you answer the question, Shy Morty?" the Rick inquired and towered over the boy from in front of his desk. The brunet only stared with horrified, wide eyes up at him and his mouth opened and closed to release some stuttered "U-u-uh…" With a stern expression, the teacher would come even closer and the Morty slid down in his chair, looking like he wanted to hide underneath his desk and probably close to start crying any moment now. Teacher Rick only sighed and shook his head. "It's gonna be a miracle if you somehow graduate." Then he went on to pass the question to another Morty in the classroom. Shy Morty only looked at his desk like a punished child. His lower lip was quivering slightly. Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to graduate. Graduation meant that he would get to live with a new Rick and that thought was somehow terrifying. 'Maybe…maybe it's not going to be so bad though.' he tried to tell himself. Everyone figured that the way he acted could be only thanks to his original Rick. Who knew what kinds of shit the crazy scientist had put his grandson through? It caused many of the other Mortys to murmur rumors about him yet they all tried to treat him nicely. Mortys were often times enough the victims of bullying already so most of them were above bullying each other. As it was, he often stood together in a small circle of Mortys and while he barely ever added anything to their conversations, he overheard many things that they went through and experienced with their Ricks. Of course, many of the stories sounded abhorrent yet he thought while it certainly sounded bad, it wasn't as horrible as what he had been through with his grandfather. Sometimes they even told stories about fun adventure or trips to Blips and Chitz – things that he had never encountered in the past. That's why he wanted to believe that getting a new Rick might not be as bad as he feared. If he were lucky, maybe he would get someone that was actually nice and not as much of a monster as his original grandfather was. After all, this whole thing was a chance that the Council of Ricks graciously gave him. He couldn't afford to mess it up or he might face a terrible punishment. Being sent to Morty Academy was a decision that was made out of mercy for him and Morty A-22β6 should never forget that – not that he really ever would after everything that he had been through… Eventually the day of graduation came around. He sat together in the big auditorium with his fellow classmates, all of them clad in robes and caps instead of the school uniform. Looking up at the stage, he could see the line of Ricks that were waiting to pick up their new Mortys. Some of them looked half-bored to death or even pissed off. They've probably waited in line for a while already. Well, it was kind of like "first come, first serve" with the graduation event.

The ones who arrived first got the Mortys with the best degree and the ones who came last got the "leftovers". Simple as that.

That's why many of the Ricks were naturally on edge, the little patience that they had already used up from having to wait so long in the line.

The ceremony began and Teacher Rick called upon the first Morty. "Morty Smith O-93."

The Morty stood up and went on the stage. The teacher handed him a certificate, also added some praising words, saying that he was valedictorian and that his new Rick could be proud to have him as his Morty.

Morty O-93 smiled as he took the certificate and then went to his new Rick who grinned down at him, certainly pleased that he got here first.

The duo left the building while the teacher called up the next Morty.

They obviously were called in the order of how good they did, the best Mortys being the first ones to be called up.

Morty A-22β6 waited anxiously, his fingers fidgeting nervously in his lap.

More and more time passed and more and more Mortys and Ricks left.

The shy Morty looked around at the empty seats, noticing that that the auditorium was almost empty. He worried that maybe he hadn't made it.

Looking left and right nervously, he could see that only Rick aka "Tall Morty" was still seated. Everyone else had already left.

He could feel tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, thinking that this was it and he would get in trouble with the Council now because he hadn't managed to graduate.

"Morty A-22β6." Teacher Rick's voice boomed through the empty hall.

With a gasp, he sprang up from his chair and hurried to the stage. He stumbled on the stairs, but caught himself before he fell and nervously came to stop in front of his teacher.

"I've got to admit that I honestly didn't think you would make it, but here you are." He handed him the certificate that Morty accepted with shaking hands. "Even though it was only barely. Good luck with your new Rick– um, Rick P-78, you little turd."

With those words, he made room so that he could walk towards his new Rick.

Morty didn't dare to lift his head as he approached the man still clutching the paper tightly in his sweaty hands.

The only thing of his new Rick that he could see were his brown boots and black slacks with gun holsters attached to them although they were currently empty. He also wore a grey coat instead of the off-white lab coat that most Ricks usually wore and it seemed to be sleeveless.

He was intriguing and at least optically already different from his original Rick. Hopefully, his personality would also be different.

His new Rick didn't say a word to greet him and Morty was too timid to say something either so they just stood awkwardly in front of each other, the Rick probably looking down at him and Morty looking down at Rick's shoes.

"Graduation's over so get the fuck out of here already." Teacher Rick said and clinked impatiently with his key bundle as he waited at the door for the two to finally leave.

Without any commentary, Rick P-78 went off the stage and Morty followed him.

As they exited the building, Tall Morty – who didn't make it and hadn't gotten a new Rick – as well as the teacher also left, the latter locking the door behind them.

Rick P-78 stopped a cab as soon as they reached the main road and both got in.

They would have to drive to the central square where the portal zone was. Morty didn't really know anything about the customs on the Citadel, but apparently Ricks weren't allowed to carry their portal guns with them while they visited (or lived here) and were only allowed to use it within the official portal zone.

As the cab drove through the streets, Morty looked out of the window.

He hadn't seen much of the Citadel. In the time that he had stayed here, he had only ever been at Morty Academy and the only time he had seen any other buildings was when he had been escorted to the school by some Guard Ricks.

The car stopped and Rick paid the driver before they got out.

There were at the main atrium now that was full of live with bustling Ricks and Mortys as usual.

Morty somewhat recognized the plaza that they were at from the time that he was brought to the Citadel. He had been led by two Guard Ricks to the big building in which the Council of Ricks resided in.

His hands had been cuffed back then and he was treated like a criminal. Well, truthfully speaking, he was…

"C'mon. We've got to pick up my stuff first." His new Rick spoke to him for the first time.

They went over to a small building where they had to wait in line for a bit.

As it finally was their turn, Rick filled out the formula that he was handed and then got his portal gun as well as his other weapons back.

While he strapped his handguns in the holsters, Morty dared to look up at Rick P-78 for the first time.

He wore a black long-sleeved turtleneck shirt instead of the typical blue sweater, but that wasn't what the boy focused on.

Rick's left eye was in an unnaturally bright blue color. It looked like it might even glow in the dark.

Morty had no doubt that it was artificial and most likely a cybernetic upgrade.

He wondered if Rick had purposely replaced his eye though or if it had to do with some kind of accident.

After all, over the eye was a long vertical scar. It went all the way from above his eyebrow down to his cheek.

That scar and eye made Rick P-78 look scary and Morty felt terrified again, worrying that he got a bad pick.

Was this guy going to be like his grandfather had been?

Morty squeaked as Rick suddenly looked at him, obviously noticing that the boy had been starring at him.

"C'mon. Let's go home." He only said and pulled out his portal gun to open a portal in the designated zone.

Morty rubbed nervously over the long sleeves of his robe, but followed him obediently.

They arrived in a familiar garage and the boy felt heavy lumps of dread settle in his stomach. He didn't like this place. Too many memories…

He vaguely noticed while it looked distantly the same to the one he knew from his home dimension there were some subtle differences. Even if it was only some gadgets that rested on the shelves that looked different from the ones that his grandfather had owned.

"If you want you can go to your room or whatever. I don't need your help right now." Rick said and gestured to the door. "It-it should be the same as the room you had in your home dimension."

Morty took the hint that Rick wanted him to leave so that he could work in peace without getting bothered and went into the house.

The first room that he came to was obviously the kitchen as it was connected to the garage.

He looked around. It was familiar. The same one that he knew from his home, but something was different.

However, he couldn't tell what it was.

The place was clean, but he did notice a fine sheen of dust that had settled on some of the countertops as if it had been a while since someone had prepared food here.

He left the kitchen through the door that led into the dining room.

This room looked equally untouched.

With furrowed brows, he then entered the parlor.

No one was here and the TV wasn't on.

From looking outside and checking one of the clocks, he could see that it was late afternoon already. Usually someone should have been home at this time.

That was when it finally struck him what seemed so off about the house.

Even though everything was still in place and where it should be – the picture frames, the furniture, all the decorative items – it was too silent, it felt empty… lifeless.

It made him wonder, where the rest of the family was.

Did Rick actually live here alone? For how long was "his" family gone?

It certainly had the feel that it had been some time.

Morty went into the hallway and looked towards the small corridor underneath the steps.

There was also no sound coming from over there and the boy didn't really feel the need to check if it was the same in those rooms. If it was really exactly like his own home then only Jerry's man cave, Rick's room and the first floor bathroom were there and he certainly wouldn't dare to even consider snooping around in Rick's room.

So, instead he opted to walk up the stairs.

Out of curiosity, he did check Summer's room after his ascend, but this one also felt as lifeless as all the other rooms even if her stuff was still all there.

Ignoring the urge to peek inside his parents' bedroom to see the same weird "emptiness", he went past that door and came to a stop at the last one.

This one lead to "his" room.

He opened the door and slowly stepped inside.

It looked exactly like he remembered it.

The round rug with a motif of the solar system, the posters on the walls as well as the green flag with "Science" written on it.

It all looked the same and even though it wasn't his room per say, it still radiated the love that he had for science.

Ever since he was just a little child, he had a fascination for science and everything that had to do with sci-fi. And he could still remember how elated he had been when his grandfather had come into his life. The man was a scientist who had adventures in outer space and build machinery that was beyond imagining.

To Morty, his Grandpa Rick had been the embodiment of everything that he associated with science.

That was also the reason why he had been drawn to the old man like an insect that was lured by the sweet scent of a Venus Fly Trap before it was helplessly caught in its maws where it struggled in vain and then was slowly being digested.

Morty trudged more into the room, his hand gliding over the surface of his desk, which was also slightly covered in dust – the same desk on which he used to do his homework. He looked at his shelves, inspecting all of his action figures and collectibles that still were all accounted for and stood in their proper place.

It felt like it had been so long that he had seen his room. When was the last time that he had been in here?

Lastly, he went over to his bed.

He first sat gently down on it as if he was afraid that it was only an illusion and not really there. After feeling the familiar soft mattress dipping under his weight, he threw himself into his pillow.

He didn't remember when the last time was that he actually got to sleep in his bed.

When Rick came to live with them, he would interrupt Morty's sleep to drag him out of this very bed in the middle of the night. At least that was what he had been doing in the beginning.

At some point, he didn't even let Morty go to his room anymore.

Rick forced him to drop out of school and never let him out of his sight or his lab again.

When Morty slept, he either fell asleep on a stool as he sat beside Rick and was supposed to assist him or the occasional naps in the space car with Rick's drunk voice droning in the background – which was pretty comfy, but since his grandfather would always shake him awake minutely, he didn't really get much sleep – or he had been passing out from exhaustion, strapped naked to a metal table while Rick was busy "experimenting" on him for hours on end.

A shiver ran down Morty's spine at the memories and he buried his face deeper into the pillow.

He wondered how his new Rick was. Would he be as mean as his last one?

This Rick certainly looked scary, but he hadn't yelled or hurt him yet.

Morty would just have to wait and see.

AN: Kind of short first chapter, but this is just the introduction to our story anyways. I hope you find it intriguing enough to continue reading it :)

Part 6 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

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Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

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Chapter 2

Part 12 of Entricked Fates: The Mortys and their Stories

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Johnny Bannerton was halfway home, battling the wall of snow that had been coming down steadily for the past hour. It was Christmas Eve and the towing business had been booming all night as wary travellers encountered various mishaps along the snow-covered roads, but now the number of frantic calls for help had abated and the young Brit was headed home to drink a beer and watch his favorite Christmas movies until his next shift in the morning. Ever since his mother had passed away, his father and his uncles spent the holidays trading shifts at the tow truck company. They lived near a popular stretch of road that could be particularly tricky during the winter so they were never short on calls from people waylaid in their journey to a family celebration.

“Johnny.” His father’s gruff voiced barked out from the radio speaker but Johnny couldn’t hear it over the Christmas music that was playing on the radio. For some reason this year Johnny had found himself in a particularly Christmas mood and he had spontaneously found himself joining in with the Christmas carols.

“Johnny…. Johnny! Answer da walkie talkie boy.” His father’s accent grew thicker with his rising frustration and Johnny scrambled to turn down the radio volume and pick up the walkie talkie that had been installed in his truck.

“Yeah! Yeah dad I’m ‘ere wots goin’ on?” He kept his eyes glued to the snowy road while one hand held the walkie talkie up to his mouth, silently hoping that his father wouldn’t send him out another job, that for once he was calling his son on the radio to wish him a Happy Holidays or something that wasn’t related to towing or their garage.

“We just got a call aht on Route 37. The girl sounds pretty frantic an’ I can’t get ‘er to calm down. Go down there and ‘andle it will ya?” Unfortunately, Big Daddy Bannerton was all business as usual this Christmas Eve and Johnny managed to mumble out an affirmative as he turned back on to the freeway, headed out towards the thick of the storm and the frantic caller, dreading every second.

It wasn’t that Johnny couldn’t handle panicked customers, it was just that he was never quite sure how to comfort strange women and if she couldn’t be calmed by his father, then it was going to be quite the challenge.

As he reached Route 37 the snow thickened and he slowed down to gaze out in the sea of white, hoping to catch sight of his customer. Luckily her car was an dark green that stood out against the stark white of the snow so he didn’t have to strain too hard to find her.

He was barely pulled up in front of her car before she was slipping and sliding her away across the icy roads to him. As he stepped out of his truck, already braced for the cold and her inevitable tirade, she crashed straight into him, her soft curvy body practically molded against his muscular form.

From what he could see underneath her millions of layers, her skin was a lovely mocha brown and her cheeks were flushed darkly with the cold, embarrassment, or both. Her gloved hands clutched at his old snow jacket and her blue eyes made him stop in his tracks in a way that he had never experienced before.

“ ‘Ello there.” Johnny finally spoke up, his voice breaking the tension between them like a pick through ice. She quickly pushes herself off of his chest and stumbled back a few steps before she found her balance and steadied herself. She pulled down her beanie and practically hid under it and her hair, her scarf helping until only her adorably rounded nose peeled out. Johnny chuckled gently and turned his attention back to her car which had obviously swerved off of the road and was now crushed against a tree.

“Are ya okay?” He asked urgently once he saw the extent of the damage to the front of her car. She seemed to mumble something but he couldn’t hear her over the storm so he stepped closer until they were practically breathing the same air and asked again, this time in a husky voice.

The woman seemed to freeze in place when he came closer but slowly she peeked out from her winter wear cocoon and looked up at him with a shy gaze.

“I-I’m okay. Just a couple cuts a-and bruises. N-nothing s-serious.” She stuttered our haltingly in the softest sweetest voice that he had ever heard. Johnny felt his heart give a weird flutter in his chest but he quickly brushed it off, gave her a nod and then waded through the snow to start hooking his gear to her car so he could pull it out of the snow bank and back to the shop.

As he attached his gear to the body of her car he examined what damage he could see and immediately knew that this wreck could have been much worse but her car was officially totalled. He winced at the horrible shrieking noise that it made when he hit the controls and her car wrenched away from the thick trunk of the tree. When it was finally free and hoisted onto the back of his truck, secured as tightly as possible he finally turned his attention to his new passenger.

She was standing off to the side, her baby blue eyes glued to the remains of her car as thick tears streamed down her face. Johnny immediately felt guilty for essentially ignoring her up to that point, but he had a way of getting into a zone when he worked. Slowly he trudged over to her and tentatively put a comforting hand on her shoulder. To his surprise she spun around, buried her face in his jacket, and began to sob.

Thick snowflakes covered them in a light dusting of white as he awkwardly embraced her and her sobs made his heart ache painfully in his chest. They seemed to stand there for an eternity before her sobs calmed to stuttering hiccups.

“I-I’m sorry.” She murmured as she pulled back from him and tried to wipe her nose with her sleeve to no avail. Johnny frantically fished a crumpled pack of tissues from his coat pocket and offered them to her. She gratefully blew her nose and he put an arm around her shivering form and began to lead her towards the cab of the truck, which was no doubt a warm haven from the storm. When he opened the door for her she gave him a smile, her face red and tear stained but not one iota less than perfect. Once she was safely buckled in he slammed the door tight and hurried around to his side, jumping eagerly into his seat and cranking up the heater. They thawed as they drove, the Christmas music still playing on the radio seemed to make the silence less awkward as it had a naturally calming effect.

“Mah name is Johnny by the way.” He broke the silence when his face no longer felt like an ice cube and she was comfortably settled in her seat.

“I’m Meena.” She gave him a sad smile and he returned it with one of his own. He knew why she was sad of course, the only reason that people travelled Route 37 on Christmas Eve was because they were trying to get home for Christmas Day. With the state that her car was in, she would most likely be stranded for a couple days or at least until the car rental agency opened the day after Christmas.

They were quiet the rest of the way to the garage, but Johnny couldn’t help but repeat her name over and over again in his head. He felt like a bit of a creeper being so infatuated with her so quickly and he chalked it up to not having seen another woman his age who wasn’t his best friend and fellow mechanic, Ash. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help the thrill that ran through him when she removed her beanie and scarf to reveal more mocha skin and dark ringlets of silky hair.

When they finally rolled into the lot he dropped her off by the office and told her to wait for him there, hoping against hope that his father wouldn’t scare the obviously timid girl.

Meena nervously hopped out of the warm cab and watched the handsome mechanic drive away with her totaled car. Once he had turned out of sight she hurried into the small building behind her. The room consisted of a pair of well worn arm chairs, a small television set that was playing the local news at low volume. Meena felt her stomach sink to her feet when she saw the weather forecaster standing in front of a screen filled with snow predictions for the next couple of days. Her chances of getting home tonight had officially gone to zero.

She nearly jumped a foot in the air when a large hand landed on her shoulder, startling her out of her melancholy daze. She spun around and found herself face to face with a large burly man with thick black eyebrows, perfectly shaved and styled black hair and kind gray-blue eyes. He gave her a toothy smile and stood to his full height so that he was towering over her. He was wearing a red silk shirt open just enough to show off his gold necklace and upper chest.

“ ‘Ello there. ‘Ow can I ‘elp ya miss?” He asked kindly in a thicker, rougher version of Johnny’s accent. She relaxed slightly and gave him a sad look as she glanced out the dark window where somewhere the remains of her car was being dumped.

“O-Oh Johnny told me to come w-wait in here? I c-cr-crashed my car.” Her tears started to flow freely once more and the older gentleman’s welcoming expression turned into one of pure concern as she began to sob, “I-I j-just wanted t-to get h-home for Christmas!”

Meena burst into tears and buried her face in her gloved hands, partly ashamed by the fact that she was crying in front of a total stranger while the other part of her was too consumed by despair to care.

“Errr… It’s okay.” The man tentatively patted her shoulder and for the second time that night she latched onto a stranger as she cried. However, this man, who was obviously Johnny’s father, didn’t hesitate to wrap his large arms around her and pat her back comfortingly. She cried until no more tears would come out and then finally pulled back from the man’s soaked shirt. Before she could apologise he spoke in a kind, softer voice.

“ ‘Owabaht ya take off all those layers and I’ll go make us some ‘ot chocolate. Then ya can tell me all abaht it.” He asked and Meena nodded shyly, already unzipping her heavy jacket. He nodded when she accepted and quickly disappeared further into the building while Meena shed all of her layers. Finally she was left in her favorite candy cane striped sweater and jeans and she settled down in one of the arm chairs just as the man returned with two mismatched mugs of hot chocolate.

“Tha’s better. Now, tell me wots got a pretty lil thing loike ya all upset.” He sat down next to her and Meena eagerly accepted the warm beverage. Her first sip satisfied her taste buds and warmed her from the inside out, effectively putting her at ease in a strange place. And then, she opened up, and her tale fell from her lips easily.

When Johnny burst into the office, tracking snow everywhere in is attempt to get in and get warm as fast as he could he found something that shocked him to the core. His father, the former gangster and ex-con, was chatting amicably over hot chocolate with the beautiful Christmas angel that Johnny had rescued from the snow. He stopped mid motion of taking his coat off and gaped at them until his father noticed him and broke the daze he was in.

“Well daan’t jus’ stand there like an idiot. Get yer butt in ‘ere and stop trackin’ snow all over the carpet.” His father said gruffly and Meena giggled when Johnny hurried to follow his instructions like a scolded child. A few minutes later he wandered over to them, now only wearing a long sleeve white shirt and worn jeans.

“So uh… abaht yer car.” He said awkwardly and the mood immediately dimmed as Meena’s face fell. Johnny inwardly cursed himself for being the reason that that breathtaking smile fell from her face but he had been coaching himself the whole walk over to the office about needing to be professional with Meena. He steeled himself and shoved his idle hands into his pockets where they couldn’t betray his emotions.

“It’s totalled and the rental car company won’t be open ’til the day after Christmas.” He winced, prepared for another onslaught of tears that he was not well versed to handle. Being raised by his father’s and uncles and only knowing girls like tough, rocker Ash had severely damaged his ability to handle soft, precious women like Meena. He desperately wanted to help but he just drew a blank every time the tears started up.

“Oh… ok thank you.” She got up and nervously fiddled with her sweater, glancing between Johnny and the floor as if she was unable to look him in the eye. Big Daddy followed her example and got to his feet, his face screwed up in a way that made Johnny extremely nervous. It was the same expression that his father got every time he was planning a heist and it only ever signalled trouble.

“Do you know if there is anyone willing to loan me a car, or maybe sell me one?” She asked, surprising Johnny with her tenacity. In similar situations he had always been asked for the local hotel, never for alternate transportation options. Her question threw him off so much that it gave his father the opportunity to slide in and present the idea that he had obviously been cooking up for awhile.

“No need. Johnny’ll take ya where ya need ter go.” He stated matter of factly and Johnny gaped at his father in surprise.

“Wot?!” He managed to get out but Big Daddy just kept on talking like he hadn’t heard Johnny.

“You can take Lady so the roads won’t be too much of an issue.” Johnny probably looking like a fish with how his mouth gaped at his father, but it seemed like every word that came out of his dad’s mouth was made to shock the hell out of him. Lady was his father’s newest and best tow truck, with sleek black paint and state of the art equipment. Johnny had only driven her once before she had been declared off limits to anyone but his dad.

“Dad. Wot the ‘ell?” He asked again and Big Daddy shot him a disapproving look.

“Watch yer mouth boy. Yer in the company of a pretty lady.” Meena and Johnny both blushed in response to his comment which only made Big Daddy’s smile grow wider, “Meena needs to get ‘ome ter see ‘er family and ya ain’t got nothin’ better ter do. Do ya?”

“No! I mean it’s no problem, I’m just surprised.” Johnny fumbled, trying to recover from his rude outburst. Meena didn’t seem to mind as she merely smiled at him and turned to Big Daddy, her blue eyes shining with such happiness that neither man could deny her anything in that moment.

“Are you sure? It’s a snow storm out there…” She trailed off nervously and Big Daddy just scoffed and waved off her comment as if snow was a minor inconvenience.

“My boy will get ya there in time fer ya special ‘oliday.” He declared as he guided Meena over to where she had set her coat and carefully helped her into it. He tossed a shocked Johnny his jacket and the young mechanic barely caught it. He quickly slipped it back on when he saw that Meena was indeed getting ready to go and his dad was not joking.

Big Daddy escorted Meena to the door and she gave him another elated smile when he leaned down to sweep her up into a tight hug. When he finally released her she landed a sweet kiss on his cheek, “Thank you for the hot chocolate and well… everything else.” She said as she left the office and Johnny stumbled into her place, obviously still confused.

“Dad? Wot the ‘ell are ya doin’? Ya never let me drive Lady and ya never drink ‘ot cocoa with the customers.” Big Daddy just smirked, grabbed Lady’s keys off the wall and shoved them into Johnny’s open hand.

“Just tryin’ ta make sure I get some grandkids before I die.” Then he winked and shoved Johnny out into the storm where he proceeded to stumble into Meena’s waiting figure. The stumbled around each other as they regained their respective balances and Meena gave Johnny a smile that made his heart thump hard in his chest. He blushed in embarrassment at his rampant emotions and led the way to where Lady was waiting in the garage next to where he had parked his truck, Meena’s car still piled on the support.

He warmed up Lady and watched as she sadly gathered her things from the car and moved them into their ride. She gave the tangled mess a comforting pat before hopping into the passenger seat next to him and giving him a sad smile. In a stroke of bravery he leaned over and squeezed her hand in his own. She squeezed his hand back and they both forgot to let go as he started up the truck and headed back out into the storm.

When she gave him her address he realised just how close she had been to home when she had crashed as she only lived in the next town over. He got back on Route 37 and turned on the Christmas radio as background noise during their drive. Neither of them noticed that their hands remained in a loose grip as they fell deep into conversation.

As they reached the outskirts of Meena’s hometown her mood suddenly skyrocketed as her Christmas cheer returned with full force. She joined in singing along to every Christmas song that came on, her voice as soft and as sweet as an angels. Johnny cursed his rebellious heart for immediately falling for her and decided to distract himself by joining her in singing Jingle Bell Rock. The song carried them until Meena’s street when the slow melody of I’ll Be Home for Christmas’ teased them with its irony.

He pulled up to the most decorated house on the block and despite the late hour the lights were on in every room and the same Christmas radio poured out of the walls with it’s intensity. It felt like he had arrived at the North Pole and Santa’s workshop, the Christmas spirit was so alive.

“We really love the holidays…” Meena smiled sheepishly but Johnny saw the excitement and pride that she unsuccessfully tried to hide from him. It was nice that her family was so expressive, it was a refreshing change from the norm. They sat in the warm cab of the truck for what felt like hours as they stared at the happy house waiting to take away the loveliest women that he had ever met. He felt his heart sinking as the song ended and Meena gripped the door handle as she prepared to run through the snow into her home. Suddenly she turned to him with hopeful blue eyes and a smile that made shivers run up his spine.

“Would you… like to come in? Have some hot chocolate? I’m sure my family would like to thank my rescuer… and so would I.” She fiddled with her scarf and Johnny blurted out the words that had been clambering to be released since her offer first left her lips.

“Yes. I’d love ta.”

Maybe his dad wouldn’t have to wait that much longer for grandkids.

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#Giveaway + Excerpt ~ Sweet Adventure by Tamie Dearen... #books #romance

Title: Sweet Adventures

Author: Tamie Dearen

Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs

Publication Date: June 13, 2019 Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR Blurb: Will Katie jump into the shark-infested waters for a second chance at love?

Katie Carson is afraid of everything. Spiders. Sharks. And especially love… thanks to her ex-fiancé. That's why her immediate attraction to the reckless Gary Lassiter scares her to death. Sure, he looks like Superman and he saved her from a giant arachnid, but he's an adrenaline junkie.

Gary Lassiter owes his life to his best friend, Steven. But his loyalty is tested when he meets Steven's PA, Katie. Though Steven and Katie are probably a better-suited match, Gary wants Katie for himself. He sees a lot of spunk behind her overtly timid façade, and he’s determined to bring it out in the open.

When the three spend a week at Indigo Bay, Katie starts to fall for Gary, even stepping outside her comfort zone. It’s all fun and games until her adventure brings her to a moment of life or death. Thrown into the nightmares of her past, she’s convinced they can’t have a future together. Will Gary get past her defenses?

This is the sixth book in the Indigo Bay Second Chance Romance series. All books have been written as standalones, so feel free to dive in anywhere!

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Tamie Dearen lives in Texas with her very romantic husband—her own personal romance hero. She’s been involved in creative writing since elementary school, though her degrees are in the science fields—Chemistry and a D.D.S. But a more recent master’s degree in higher education sparked her writing bug again. And with a zany and wonderful bunch of family and friends, there’s no end of inspiration for her stories. Contact her on her website at TamieDearen.com.

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Chapter One

Katie screamed, jumping up so fast her desk chair crashed to the floor behind her. The spider on her desk was gargantuan—approximately the size of Godzilla—covered with spiky brown hairs. She could tell by the menacing look in each of its ten million beady eyes it was preparing to leap at her and inflict a lethal bite.

Maybe it already bit me!

She checked her arms for signs of puncture wounds.

“Is something wrong?”

The deep voice startled her, and she whipped around, stumbling on the overturned chair. The room tilted and a sledge hammer impacted the back of her head. She looked up from the floor, stars swirling in front of the face that bent over her. Thick brows furrowed over crystal blue eyes.

I know that face—it’s Superman!

Pain thudded in her skull, forcing her eyelids closed.

“Are you okay?”

“Just hit my head,” she mumbled.

Her eyes came open as gentle hands lifted under her shoulders. The blue-eyed hero was kneeling beside her, so close she caught a whiff of his enticing scent, a combination of minty clean and a dash of masculine aftershave. Curling her legs to the side, she sat up and groaned, raising her hand to the back of her head.

“Let me see,” he said.

Her face was pressed against his clean black t-shirt, as his fingers parted her hair to probe the tender scalp on the back of her head. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the intoxicating smell.

“It’s not bleeding,” Superman announced. “Good thing you have this padded rug under your desk. The tile would’ve split it open.”

As her hero uprighted her chair, she couldn’t help noticing how his back muscles flexed and bulged, pressing against the thin cotton.

That’s strange… I’ve never wished I was a t-shirt before.

Stretching to his full-height, something over six feet, he turned to face her and bestowed a slow smile that sent warmth furling in her belly. Damp tendrils on his forehead suggested he’d been in the shower moments earlier.

Had he come from the company gym? She only interacted with a few of Gherring, Inc.’s employees, the ones who came to the board room to meet with Steven Gherring, her boss. She’d certainly never met this guy before. No way she could forget Superman.

He rubbed his hand across the stubble of dark beard on his square jaw, and she imagined her fingers doing the same, tracing the sharp angle, relishing the masculine feel of the soft bristles on her sensitive skin.

His eyes sparkled as if he somehow read her thoughts, and blood rushed up her neck to highlight her embarrassment.

As if it wasn’t humiliating enough to meet Superman when I’m sprawled on the floor.

“I’ll help you up,” he said.

She placed her palms in his outstretched hands. Big mistake! Charged like an ongoing static shock, his touch sucked the air from her lungs in a whoosh. Before she could escape his electrifying grasp, his large hands folded over hers. With what seemed to be little effort, he hefted her up and eased her into the chair. Then he sat back on the edge of her desk, folding his arms.

The spider!

“Stand up! Get off the desk!” she yelped.

At her cry, he jolted to his feet and whipped around, staring at it as though it might explode at any moment. “What’s wrong with the desk?”

She aimed a wobbly finger at the desktop, the last place she’d seen the spider, who’d now retreated into some unseen place. No doubt, his plan was to hide away, waiting patiently until she’d forgotten about him, only to spring out and clamp his jaws on her skin.

“There’s a spider.”

He glanced at the desktop, empty except for her laptop, the dark wood pristine as always, not a scrap of paper marring the gleaming surface. “Where?”

“He’s hiding now. Probably went underneath or in a drawer, but he was humongous.” She stretched her arms as wide as they would go.

“That big, huh?” The corners of his mouth twitched.

“He was huge. And poisonous. A brown recluse.” She put enough certainty in her voice to properly warn him, though she hoped her hero was brave enough to slay the skulking beast.

“Venomous.” He sank to his knees, peering under her desk. “Spiders are venomous, not poisonous.”

“Either way, I hate them.”

“It wasn’t a brown recluse, though.”

“How do you know? Do you see him?”

“Not yet, but I know we don’t have brown recluse spiders in New York City. It gets too cold here.”

Too her horror, half his body disappeared under her desk, deep into the spider’s lair. “Don’t go in there.”

A muffled chuckle sounded, before he backed out and stood, miraculously unmarked, brushing his fingers on his jeans. “I knocked a little spider web down. That should take care of it.” His hand swept toward the desk, as if all were clear.

“No, thanks. I’ll just do my work over here until the exterminators come.” Katie stood, crept toward her laptop and snatched it, retreating back to her chair, well away from the spider’s domain. Then the monster emerged, charging across the rug. “There he is!” she yelled, on her feet and scrambling away. “Get him before he makes it to the bookshelves!”

With amazing calm, her hero stepped on the spider. Relief flooded Katie’s system, knowing she wouldn’t have to be on guard for his reappearance. Superman bent down and examined the conquered foe.

“You’re that afraid of a tiny little spider?” He cocked his head at her, fingers shoving through his damp locks, pushing them into adorable disarray.

She shrugged. “He looked bigger on the desk.”

He coughed behind his hand, but it sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “Now that we’ve ended this horrible arachnid infestation, I’m here to see Steven.”

Katie snapped into her role, Guardian of the CEO.

“I’m sorry. Do you have an appointment, Mr. …?” She left the question hanging.

“Lassiter. Gary Lassiter. And no, I don’t have an appointment, but—”

“I’m afraid Mr. Gherring won’t be able to see you without an appointment. His schedule is quite full. Let’s see when we can fit you in.” She opened her laptop and pulled up his schedule, with no real intention of making an appointment. Steven Gherring had given strict instructions not to schedule any appointments he didn’t initiate himself. One of Gherring’s subordinates would no doubt handle this man, clearly an intruder, even if he did look like Superman and valiantly slayed large spiders.

“I think Steven will want to talk to me. We’re partners in a business deal.”

“If you aren’t willing to follow protocol, Mr. Lassiter, you may find your business deal canceled.”

“I’ll take my chances.” With an arrogant grin, Gary edged toward the entrance to Gherring’s private office, an ornately carved wood door.

In a flash, Katie was on her feet, racing for the door. With the element of surprise on her side, she reached it first, barring the entrance with her body. Her chin lifted in dogged determination as she glared up at the invader, who towered over her by at least six inches.

“No one goes through this door without an appointment.”

His devastating blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he retrieved his cell phone and held up his index finger. “One moment, please.”

He tapped once on his screen and held the phone to his ear. “Hi… I’m here… No, I can’t… Because your very attractive pit bull is guarding the door, baring her teeth at me.”

Katie heard her boss’ laughter from the phone in Gary’s hand just before the door opened behind her.

She barely kept her jaw from dropping. This interloper had Steven Gherring’s personal cell number?

“I tried to tell you.” Gary shook his head.

Her face radiated heat. But for the recent spider web, she might’ve crawled under her desk to hide. Instead, she aimed a glare at her boss. “You made an appointment with this man and didn’t bother to tell me?”

“An oversight on my part, Ms. Carson. It won’t happen again.”

His lips curved into the trademark, billion-dollar smile that left most women swooning. Katie, however, was impervious to his charms. Not because he was thirteen years older—he certainly didn’t look it—but because she’d sworn off men two years ago. All men. Including handsome billionaires, like her boss.

And hunky spider-killers who’re too smug for their own good.

“It was nice to meet you, Ms. Carson,” said Gary, apparently unaware of the poison darts her eyes sent his way. “I hope you don’t encounter any more giant arachnids.”

“Thank you for disposing of that one,” she mumbled, more irritated than grateful.

He followed Steven inside the door, but turned to his head to toss over his shoulder, “Just thought you might want to know, I noticed a bunch of empty spider eggs in that web.”

The door clicked closed behind him, but the sound was drowned out by the bass drum her heart pounded in her ear.

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