#yeah i know im hot but do i creep you out? do i look strange? do i look just inhuman enough that it repulses you in ways you cant explain?

[snorky]

hiiii im back to very respectfully request more trent frederic! literally anything works if its 500 words or 3000 i do not care.

- anon 🌹

Tell Me A Sweet, Sweet Lie

Hey y’all! And hi again to the lovely requester, anon 🌹. I hope you all are doing well and lovely, and I deeply apologize again for this very delayed post, life has not been too sunshine and rainbows, but that’s for another time. A sweet Trent Frederic x F!Reader, strangers to lovers, fake dating, summer-time party fic for y’all. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Trent Frederic x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Some creep/sleazy dude (ew), Fake Dating, (let me know if I need to add anything)

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As the summer sun seemed to beam onto her skin delicately, her sundress swayed in the wind, all whimsical and magic sewn into the hem. Her drink swirled in her grasp, a non-alcoholic refresher as she was the designated driver for her friends, who were talking to their partners and their friends. 

She didn’t mind the lack of company, but rather, she savored it as it felt like it was her only time to herself in such a busy and hectic life.

Laughter and easy conversation could be heard from around her, little snip-bits of people catching up with one another after a while, revisiting old and fond memories, and overall, just seizing the moment as they all reminisced. 

A small bonfire was started further off from the house, people setting up their chairs and blankets to gather around the blazing warmth, with some holding bags of marshmallows and chocolate for s’mores. It was a small detail, and yet it reminded her about her youth, eating the sugary sweetness until she was laughing on the ground, energy and hyperness zipping through her.

As she was lost in her thoughts, she felt an arm slide around her waist. “Hey beautiful, wanna ditch this party and go back to my place?”

 Stepping away from the strange person, whom she could barely recognize from her friends and her mutual friends alike, she shook her head. “No, no thanks.” She waved her hand in kind dismissal, hoping to not escalate the situation further. “I need to drive my friends back home,”

Eyeing her up and down, the look in his eyes made her sick to her stomach, unease starting to settle in her. “I’m sure they won’t notice that we’ll be gone for a bit—” His hot breath fanned over her neck uncomfortably, causing her to shrink away.

“I have a boyfriend!” she blurted. It was a quick, most likely, out-of-pocket response, but her mind ran a little empty in trying to figure out how to deter this stranger away from her.

He looked around the back yard, trying to search for this said ‘boyfriend’ of hers. “I don’t see him around here,” he scoffed.

Putting a finger up, she gave him a lopsided smile. “One moment, he’s inside I think—”

She ran off towards the direction of the backdoor of the house, hoping to find someone that could be her ‘boyfriend’ for a brief moment.

And with her luck, she ran into someone carrying a bowl of chips. He looked a little dorky if she could be truly honest, with curly light brown hair peeking out from his baseball cap, a gently soft face to tie it all together.

“I’m so sorry, but I need you to do a really quick favor for me,” she whispered in a rushed sequence.

He looked at her with a confused expression for a brief moment before responding. “Yeah? What is it?”

She bit the inside of her cheek nervously, hoping that this wouldn’t backfire terribly. “Pretend to be my boyfriend, just for like, the next few moments—” she looked at him, an apology prepared in her head in case he didn’t want to. “—please.”

A small smile formed on his face, “Tell me the ground rules and I’m all set.”

She sighed as a wave of relief washed over her, wiping her palms on her dress. “Well okay, first, I need to know your name. And secondly, I give you permission to touch me—like, arm around my waist—but nothing more!” A warm flush was visible on her neck and face from embarrassment, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

“Okay, okay, I kinda get it—and my name is Trent.” 

He stuck out his hand for her to shake, and she introduced herself to him as she took his hand. Her hand felt perfect in his own, their palms molding together as if they were meant to be, although he wouldn’t openly exclaim that since he just met her.

Her demeanor was angelic, the evening sun not denying it a single bit, and it pulled him in deeper, wanting to be around her presence more, savoring every moment with her. He didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed her earlier on at the party, but he was beyond grateful nonetheless. 

Pulling away, she clasped her own hands together. “Great!” She turned around and started to walk back towards the patio door, glancing over her shoulder as she noticed that he hadn’t moved a step. “You coming?”

Her voice snapped him back to reality, a gentle blush casting over his face as he realized that he was standing there in the dining area like a fool. “Yeah, sorry hun—”

The words flowed out of his mouth easily, a comforting taste on his tongue, and to her, it sounded like she could get used to him calling her sweetly so often. She smiled at him, cheeks warmed and rosy.

“No worries, love,”

They both walked outside, and took her hand in his, their fingers intertwining, and the sunset sky seemed to shine down on the both of them in approval. It felt so right to hold his hand, as if it was some sort of fairytale-meant-to-be situation. His thumb was grazing over her knuckles lightly, delicately, and it made her melt like ice cream on a hot day.

She looked over at him, his soft expression making her heart flutter in her chest despite having only met him a few minutes ago. He made her feel so in love, so fuzzy and infatuated with him, and she had a small hope burning inside of her that it could last a little longer than just for tonight.

“Let’s sit here, I’ll make you a s’more.” His smile was just as sweet as the marshmallow he reached for, skewering it onto the stick before he hovered it over the fire.

Sitting down beside him, she rested her head against him, a blurry tiredness washing over her already despite the sun not having fully set yet.

He handed the s’more over to her, marshmallow a perfect toast, chocolate slightly melted. “Here you go, enjoy it sweetheart,”

Smiling back at him, she took a bite of the sweet treat, the flavors too sweet almost, like a familiar childhood. They both remained like this for a little, sitting there and relaxing as the sound of others around them continued, a lively scene.

Trent looked around, making sure that everyone else around the both of them were occupied, due to the fact that his question would most likely out him as a decoy partner. “Are you familiar with anyone from this party?” he asked. His hand was still clasped around hers, lovingly, thumb stroking her skin.

“Yeah, my friend, I think you might know them since I saw you talking to them earlier,”

He looked at her with sweet admiration, wanting to hear her voice more often since it sounded like music to his ears. “Go on,” he encouraged.

She continued to talk about how she met her friend, rambling about childhood stories, as well as their shared memories of college years and early adult life, including the silly mishaps in hopes of making him laugh.

And it did, his laugh seemed to be the only sound she wanted to hear from now on, full and hearty, beyond genuine if she could describe it right. The way his eyes crinkled at the corner, cheeks flushed and pink, it made her feel warmer than the fire next to her.

Everything came naturally to the both of them, the easy, smooth talking, the lighthearted laughs and smiles, every nickname that cupid could come up with rolling off of their tongues.

Footsteps could be heard behind the both of them, the dirt and gravel being scruffed up.

“So is this your little boyfriend, sweets?”

Her stomach churned uncomfortably, recognizing that awful voice from earlier in the day.

Trent turned around with a slight smirk, standing up to face the other guy. He was visibly taller than him, who was now cowering slightly.

“Yeah, I’m her boyfriend.” He stuck out his hand, firm and confident. “Do we have a problem with that?” His brow was raised, tone interrogative and questioning.

The stranger took a step away, shaking his head. “No, I’ll leave you guys be—” His voice wavered as he took off in another direction, presumably to head home and away from the humiliation that he just had to put himself through.

Trent sat back down beside her, allowing her to lean closer to him. “Is that why you asked me?” he whispered.

Nodding her head, she remained silent for a little bit, allowing for her thoughts to accept the fact that it was over now, and that he didn’t have to act as her significant other any longer.

Moving away from him slightly, she could see his tender expression falter. “You don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend anymore, Trent.” She matched his quiet tone, not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation between them.

His lips were pressed together in a line, unsure of what to do or say next. He looked in her eyes, seeing a twinge of sadness—or maybe tiredness, he couldn’t tell—float around.

“But, what if I want to be yours, truly this time?”

She looked at him, confused, but wanting to not step too far. “Trent, you don’t have to—”

“I want to. Only if you do as well.” Trent’s expression was genuine, pure, the nighttime sky and stars hoping to emphasize the way he felt. “I just think you’re a sweet and kind person, and from the time that I’ve gotten to know you, I know that I want to know more about you,”

A smile eased its way onto her face, paired with a blush from his honeyed words that truly felt like it was poured straight from his heart. “I think you’re lovely,” her voice was hardly above a whisper, but he heard it all, and almost melted on the spot.

“You think so?”

Nodding her head, she took his hand and held it, looking up at him once more.

He looked magical, enchanting, so sweet, so beautiful in the moment. Her heart seemed to slow, or speed up, but she didn’t feel real, lost somewhere in a dream-like state. They both remained in this moment, the seconds passing by in a blur, an exchange of numbers, something about wanting to co-exist more, feel more.

They both stood in the driveway of the house, moments before parting ways. He didn’t let go of her hand just yet, still wanting to feel her touch. “Brunch, tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow, love,”

Her fingers slipped from his as she waved, walking away with her friends who were already gushing over any details they could get, laughter of the sweet night echoing in the sky.

Part Two

[calilk]

I will admit that the new dark age Is the only song by Coyote kid that I've listened to bc it popped up on some playlist one day qkkdkskfks

BUT the song is good and if the band has your seal of approval could I get some song/album recommendations from them :D?

okay okay first off IM SO SORRY FOR LEABING THIS IN MY INBOX FOR A WEEK. i wrote 90% of it then went to sleep without saving it as draft (silly me) and then didn’t want to look at it for a hot second. and heavily procrastinated doing it. but hey i deep cleaned my house :3

Anyway so FIRST you need BACKGROUND KNOWLEDGE so you know what the hell i’m rambling about. They have 3 albums, each telling a different story, but connected. one is published under Coyote Kid, other two under Marah in the Mainsail. There are also 2 singles, both under Coyote Kid. under the cut because this became an absolute BEHEMOTH (1000+ words). :0

Short Version:

Similar to The New Dark Age: Holy Water

Western: Tough Kids, Prowler, Strange Days, Northern Born, Good Intentions, Trigger Finger

Personal Favourites: Black Mamba, Skeleton Man, Willow Tree, Good Intentions

You’d probably like the album The Skeleton Man most, as it’s set in a dystopian, western dustbowl. The heroes are trying to find a cure for a magical, body changing plague. You can read more here.

Then there’s Bone Crown (my favourite). It’s set before The Skeleton Man and in the same world, but it tells a story of animal civil war!! wowsers. Tyrant fox king, world destroying forest fires, you get the idea!! Read more here

Finally, Thaumatrope. I have the least knowledge about the story of this album (both due to lack of info online and my tendency to get distracted while listening to the album and tuning it out). I believe it’s set in the same world, and follows the story of a couple travelling through the mountains, of loss and conquering death.

Okay SONGS!!!!! first from The Coyote Kid. Tough Kids - Probably the most western of this album, beginning with lovely whistles adding a vEry western twang, and creates imagery of wind whistling in a barren landscape, both setting the scene and highlighting how ALONE these kids are. This in combination with the banjo like strumming of guitars paints the setting of the Dustbowl, desolate and westernnnnn ooo yeah. The layered vocals during the chorus creates the idea of a desperate group of kids with a pack like mentality, desperate to survive in this barren, left for dead world.

Prowler - I lOVe the deep, gritty guitar(? or bass) sections in this one, creates the idea of a growling, distorted and distended beast, no longer human but twisted by the plague into a monster. It both describes the Prowlers, and the fear they cause in others. Then after the chorus, sustained notes sound almost like a howl, showing how the humans in this world can easily be poisoned by the plague and slip into sickness, and even that humans and prowlers are not so different after all.

Strange Days - One of the more westerny ones, with callbacks to the first track in its lyrics. The creeping fear of knowing your friend is changing irreversibly for the worse, and you are incapable of stopping it. The pitch shifting plucking, grainy vocals and chains and scraping of metal as background noises during the bridge (????) makes everything feel wrong.

Other mentions: Destroyer of Worlds- Such a fun funky song: death incarnate going clothes shopping.

Run- Slowly building tension, desperately holding onto life, the carnal fear of being hunted. The vocals stay low and hushed, until the fear catches up and becomes realised in a yelling, almost far off, outpouring.

Skeleton Man- Less westerny but my personal favourite of this album(mostly due to lots of emotions related to it). Letting yourself rest after years of stress, returning home at last, acceptance even though it hurts. Looking back at how far you’ve come, nostalgia.

Bone Crown songs!!!! Black Mamba - I love this song sO MUCH, it’s got some of my favourite lyrics in it (Shape shifting shadow snakes oOOKAYYYYY!!!) and a lovely extended metaphor of the fire being a snake, almost as though it was cunning and intentional: an avatar sent by fate to punish the Bear for his actions. And punish the Bear the fire does!!!! the menacing bass and powerful trombone create the idea of an inescapable wall of fire and pain, eventually slowing down in its rampage, leaving the Bear alone with only the drums and guilt and the knowledge none but him and the owl escaped the fire. This is followed by a raw and desperate vocal performance, as the Bear is overwhelmed by the consequences of his actions, until the Bear falls silent as the drums are cut short. ( can you tell this is my favourite song shhsgsgdhgdgdh)

Fox Hole - full of lively trumpets and drums : a celebration of the Fox King and an embodiment of his subjects unwavering trust in him, until the regal trumpets are slowly replaced by the warning blasts of the trombone toward the end of the song - hinting at the idea that not all is right with the fox king and foreshadowing his descent into madness.

Other mentions : Bone Crown- I have a soft spot for this one as it introduced me to all of this!!! Scornfully looking apon the enemy you are about to cRUSH. Love the brass.

Fisticuffs- The pace of the guitar creates the idea of youthful energy and overconfidence. The Bear is rearing for a fight, full of righteous anger. It’s kinda the training arc of this album.

Everybody Knows - The deep brass in the opening feels like the distain, hatred and fear of others. Being shunned, full of anger and the knowledge of being completely alone.

Thaumatrope time!!!!! Northern Born- The most western in this album!! I love the vocal performance in the chorus: desperation and yearning for everything to be okay again. Very good song but i am slowly losing the ability to make comments. Just trust me with this one. If you want to listen to any out of this album, I think you’d like this one most!

Other mentions : Willow Tree- I have an animatic spinning in my head whenever i listen to this song. I love the build up in this song. Accepting your flaws (maybe a bit to readily (the flaws are mass murder))

Holy Water- I just love all the vibes in this song. The distortion of the vocals. Probably the most similar to The New Dark Age (spoken, slow building of dread and tension).

Ok FINAL ONE SINGLESSSS. In short they’re both fab and I think they’d both be right up your alley, as both very westerny. Neither have attached storylines.

Good Intentions- Verbal Gunfight. Or the taunting before a gunfight. Very westerny and one of the most upbeat sounding and danceable ones. The funky synths makes it feel almost like a futuristic western gunfight with crazy cool futuristic guns. Both are scornful and think of themselves as superior. It’s simultaneously fun and threatening.

Trigger Finger - Feels like a game of poker, with enemies on all sides. Backed into a corner, only able to use your wits to escape. Desperately planning an escape route, alone in a darkened room with your enemies literally betting against you. I could say more but my brain is kind of anlalysised out.

Hope you gained some insight while reading this, or if it was all just letters that’s chill. Sorry it turned out so long, and if you take none of my recommendations that’s chill as freak. thank you for giving me the opportunity to ramble about something i love!!!!! even if it was a week late. i had fun!!!! idk why i procrastinated this it was chill. yayyy!!!!!

[obsidiancreates]

Icewild (Part 1)

The morning comes slowly, the sun creeping up over the horizon and peeking through the ring of stormclouds. The hollow of the storm looms, bright and deceptively cheerful as it shines on the ruins o a once bustling city.

None of that matters, because the peace of the morning is broken by Daisy shaking Jornir awake with a look of panic.

Jornir jolts awake quickly, rubbing both eyes with one hand and getting to his feet. "What is the matter?"

"We found people," Daisy signs. "We don't know- they're strange, like all of you."

"Like us?"

"Not exactly like you. But they aren't human and aren't ogre."

"The others know?"

"They're watching them. They haven't woken up yet."

Jornir follows quickly, Daisy leading him through the former House of Knowledge to the garden Jornir had met that first strangely intelligent bird in. Barnabos is dragging a large red body over to a pile of other bodies of varying sizes as Skrimm and Taishen stand, ready for anything, and Queenie fusses over a large creature curled up by a small green body.

"-ain't never seen one in real life before, Taishy! Look at it, it's just a baby!"

"This is a baby?" Taishen's eyes go wide as he stares at the large creature. "How large do these owlbears get?"

"Oh, they get real big, bigger than them polar bears I think."

"And this one is just laying next to us?!" Skrimm scrambles up Barnabos's shoulders.

"What is happening?" Jornir joins them, looking down at the pile. His eyes trail over to one body in particular, and his expression tightens. "What is that?"

"Fucked up is what it is," Skrimm says, keeping the Brutal Blade pointed at the bugbear with th tubes and machinery embedded into it. "Eugh, it reeks, and that's comin' from me!"

"I didn't wanna say nothing Skrimm but, yeah you could use a bath."

"You all could use a bath," Daisy signs. "But later. Do we think these creatures are dangerous?"

"That thing?" Jornir says, gesturing to the bugbear. "Yes. The things in it's flesh are... unnatural. I have never seen anything like it before. The others..."

A bit of green scale catches his eye, and he rolls the purple-suited body over. "Oh, no."

Barnabos's eyes widen. "Aye, it's an alligator folk! The lad'll be freezin' half to death already, even without the snow! Mr. Fireblossom, warm 'im up!"

Taishen startles a bit, but does as he's told. "Alligator folk?"

"Aye, good sailors along the waterways inland, but I've never worked wi' one outside of the most temperate of seas. They're cold-blooded, Mr. Fireblossom. Too hot or too cold and the lad could die faster than any o' us." Barnabos chews his pipe. "How'd someone li' 'im end up here?"

"They just appeared overnight." Daisy eyes the unconscious group warily. "No-one knows how they got here, except that there was a flash of that color." She gestures at the glowing canisters in the bugbear's back.

"W-well..." Skrimm looks around. "Are any of us gonna wake them up and ask what's going on, or are we just waiting for them to do it?"

"Aye, I've got this, Mr. Stabbaskotch." Barnabos picks up the unconscious goblin and shakes him. "RISE AND SHINE, LAD!"

The goblin shrieks as he's woken up, and the rest of the figures bolt upright as well! The alligator-folk smacks his face right into Taishen's hands, burning his snout! Taishen reels back as the alligator shouts and curses and flings out with a cane and another creature, a small woman with wings, screams and throws a small pig at Taishen!

"ENOUGH!" Jornir hits his walking stick against the ground, and everything freezes. The big red guy has his fists raised, chains hanging down from them as he glares between Taishen and Barnabos. The alligator has his cane raised, looking oddly unsurprised and very tired. The small fairy woman climbs up the back of the bugbear even as the bugbear shrinks back, confused and frightened, and she glares at anyone who looks their way. A tabaxi stares at Barnabos as the goblin dangles from his hands, the owlbear standing and ready to swipe at the Triton.

"Who are you?" Jornir asks, voice sinking back to it's usual volume. "Where did you come from?"

"Is this a fuckin' dream?" the alligator says, eyeing the world around him.

"Nah, feels too cold, man. Hey, uh, big blue guy, can you put Gricko down before he fuckin' dies?"

The goblin in question, Gricko, is not looking well after his awakening by shaking. "Ooooh, little girallons... hello..."

"Gricko! Do ya smell burnin' feathers?!"

Gricko sniffs deeply. "Um... no! No. But I do smell..." he sniffs again and wrinkles his nose. "Kremy, didn't we hire an ogre once?"

"To climb the Harris Wheel before Tobek, yeah."

"I smell that."

"There's fuckin' ogres here?!" Kremy grabs at his top hat and looks around wildly. "Oh gods!"

The bugbear at the edge of the group makes a sort of groan/whine noise. "Ooooooh, Torbek doesn't like this, this is worse than the hag!"

"Hag?!" Skrimm looks around now with an equal paranoia to Kremy. "What the fuck do you mean, hag?!"

"I think perhaps-!" Taishen calls out, "-perhaps we could all use a moment to calm down over some tea!"

"That would be... appreciated." The tabaxi eyes Barnabos. "As soon as he sets Gricko down."

"Oh, aye. Sorry abou' that, lad, forgot I was holdin' ya." Barnabos sets Gricko down, and the owlbear immediately bounds over and begins nuzzling the goblin.

"Oh, daddy's alright Hootsie! You're such a good girl, not going in to gut them! Yes, who's such a good girl?" Gricko kisses Hootsie's forehead and scratches under her beak.

"You've got a tame owlbear?" Queenie watches Gricko and Hootsie with wide eyes as Taishen begins setting up for tea. "How the hells did you manage that?"

"Oh, well, she's my daughter!" Gricko grins at Queenie. "Hootsie! Show them one of your lovely stylish jigs!"

And, to the amazement of all but the newcomers, Hootsie stands on her hind legs and does a little dance.

"... We've got some fuckin' weirdos here, Jornir," Skirmm says, looking up.

Jornir nods just as Taishen announces that the tea is ready.

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"So you were actually in the Feywild?" Queenie looks almost dreamily at the newcomers. "I've been plannin' to retire there my whole life."

"Well, maybe pick somewhere other than Prismeer, if ya can," Kremy advises, wincing. "It's kinda a shitshow."

"Yeah," Gideon says, downing his tea in one go. "I mean, not like you're in paradise right now, but, least there's no fuckin' hags here."

"Just horrible brains and cannibal spirits, oh yeah, much better," Skrimm mutters. He peers at Gricko. "You're not from the moors, are you?"

"Oh, no," Gricko says with a smack of his mouth. "No, no. I'm from a swamp, like Kremy!"

"Well, not exactly like me," Kremy says, brushing off his lapel.

"What? They're very similar, but mine had a college and rock bands and yours had gambling and voodoo men."

"And gumbo," Frost points out as he sips tea.

"Oh!" Gricko slumps a little, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, we didn't have gumbo. Gosh, I wish we had."

"What is gumbo?" Jornir asks. Had been keeping mostly quiet as introductions and explaining had gone on, and now he mostly watches the newcomers as they interact with the others.

Kremy leans over a bit, shocked. "Y'all never had gumbo before?!"

"I've heard o' it," Barnabos says, "Never 'ad it though."

"Well, then, in the spirit of uh, good relations and y'all not killin' us or tossin' us into that snowstorm to die, how about I cook up some gumbo for everyone?"

"Sounds great!"

"Alright." Kremy stands and pulls out a small bag, reaches far deeper into it than should be possible, and pulls out a bundle of clothes.

"Oooh! Can I be your sous chef again, Kremy?" Twig bounces to her feet from the end of the table where she'd been showing Torbek how to hold his pinkie out while drinking tea.

"I appreciate the offer, Twig, but I wanna make sure everythin's cooked this time. No offense."

"I did what you told me to!"

"You did! From a certain point of view, you did. But uh, I'll just do it myself I think."

"Well now, I'm this here groups cook," Barnabos says, getting up. "I'll not be havin' a stranger cookin' us anything without my watching, if you don't mind."

"Oh, uh... well, I don't see why not. Hey, Gid?"

"Yeah?"

"Mind comin' and startin' the fires for me?"

"Alright man." Gideon stands up and walks over, and the three head somewhere to get cooking.

There's some silence at the table.

Torbek looks at Frost and appears to strain in some way. Frost sighs, and turns to Jornir. "Excuse me, but, you've been looking at Torbek strangely since we arrived and it's making him uncomfortable."

"You understood that from a look?" Queenie looks at Torbek. "I thought the poor fella just had to use the shitter."

"Oh, no, Torbek will just go to the rubble if he needs to do that."

"There's bathrooms here."

"Ooooh! Even better!"

Frost sighs again. "Thank goodness. Anyway, it would be appreciated if you didn't look at Torbek that way. We would like to avoid stressing him too much if we can, he has... issues."

"He has an unnatural affliction, implanted in his being." Jornir looks down at Frost. "Are those his issues?"

Frost glances at the canisters. "They're... related, yes."

"We have just fought creatures of unnatural origin. A terrible creature, that intended to... warp, and... corrupt, all of us. All of this land."

"Well, Torbek has no intent to do that. None of us do, we're uh, we're stuck here by chance! We went to sleep after a cooking competition and woke up here, it's all very strange."

Jornir and Frost stare at each other for a few moments, trying to figure the other out. Finally, Jornir nods.

"Alright. But I will keeping an eye on you all."

"I understand. ... Keep an eye on Gricko the most, just in case the strange magics of the Feywild have followed us here. He-he tends to be um..."

"To go cookoo-bananas?" Torbek says slowly, leaning as close to Frost as he can (which is disturbing should-be-possible-if-his-body-wasn't-warped amounts of close).

"I wasn't going to phrase it that way, but yes. If he begins talking about frozen peas or uh- suddenly turns into a clown, just tie him up I think. That usually goes poorly."

"I'm going to go warn the other vassals about these people," Daisy signs to Jornir.

Jornir nods, watching Torbek break his teacup, Twig pull a frog out of her apron and lick it, Gricko pull a dead rat out of his pack and toss it to Hootsie, and Frost use an invisible force of magic to snag some honey from the dish Queenie has set out. "I think that would be wise."

Clearly, these people are going to have to be watched for however long they're here for.

[nervousron]

Chronological Lazlow Jones quotes and facts from Vice City, up to GTAV

22 year old radio intern Lazlow covers his eyes and hides in the corner when ladies enter the recording booth without their shirts

���Im 100% rebel. I got kicked out of school after the 12th grade, man” (for non-american readers, this would be university)

“Dont sell out. I never will”

“I am the master of darkness - that’s why my name’s Lazlow”

“Remember, Im going to be famous one day.”

Lazlow’s V-Rock Radio job application was sent in hand written calligraphy with a bouquet of flowers

Lazlow was in high school band

“I flunked school cuz im parkour”

He is pro gun and conservative

“How is that fair? I mean Im white, middle-class, very erudite -um, yknow, whatever that means- but people just respond badly to me, i don't understand it”

“-and you keep saying ‘im from the streets’, Yknow what dude? Everyone has a street in front of their house, that doesn't make you cool”

“Its kinda been a dream of mine to sleep with housewives…”

“I love your strap, you’re a great guy!”

Lazlow was tricked into joining the military briefly

Lazlow’s mom sent him to inversion and conversion therapy

“This is the west coast. I’m only into lesbians, man”

Lazlow breaking into tears when a caller continuously encourages Lazlow to shave his bush so his dick looks bigger

“Hanging upside down to sleep doesnt make you cool, or alternative. I know because I tried it”

A guy called in saying he moved from Hampshire and Lazlow told him his english was good and asked if it was hard getting used to the language

As of gta III Lazlow is married. As of IV he is divorced, balding, and has a mustache. His wife left him for his best friend after he brought home a heavily drugged woman for a threeway.

He used to look at his best friends dick when he was sleeping.

(About the Brittish)“I think they were speaking English before we were. I mean, the people here were speaking Cherokee and Shoshone.”

Lazlow gets upset when a man implies spanking kids is okay. He gets even more upset when he realizes the man doesn’t have kids and just wants to be spanked

“My father was strangely silent my whole childhood, which y’know, explains a lot”

“So you would MILK your grandmother like some kind of TEAR COW?”

Lazlow pushed a hotdog salesman’s head into a pot of boiled hot dog water and tried to drown him. This was a very cathartic experience for him.

“You stick your hand down a stripper's panties, yknow, and you discover a pair of balls. Well guess what baby? The bitch is back. But im not a bitch, Im a man. Uhh-”

Lazlow was regularly caught kissing men backstage at concerts in the 80s

Lazlow mentions its easier to spike women’s drinks with GHB in Liberty City than Vice City

“Go play sudoku and die peeing on yourself”

“You’re not my type. I prefer unconscious chicks or milfs with stretch marks”

Lazlow has tried blogging, being in porn, vinewood, working glory holes, and taking "facefulls of pills" to be happy.

“dude. Can you really not rub your junk and talk about schools. Dude. dude.”

“And you just wish that ONCE you could share a bed with someone who wouldnt get creeped out by the pictures of my ex wife on the nightstand”

“You can catch an STD! From a Him/Her!”

Lazlow bites strangers when he’s mad

“Im a RAGING heterosexual”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Y’know, I’ve worn some panties. Its not weird if a chick asks you to do it. Then its hot”

He begs strangers on the street to watch him windmill his dick online.

“This mustache once got me laid. Yeah, Yeah.”

“Isnt there one where theres a cup and two girls…”

He accosts Fred Armisen in the street. Fred is somehow much worse than Lazlow.

“DUR DUR DUR text message. EL OH EL”

“You’ll NEVER get to experience the 80s”

“For once, Lazlow is not getting bummed. I’M doing the bumming”

in Episodes From Liberty City, Lazlow’s mother and step-father pay for his radio show and he lives in their home. He hates his step-dad and new step-sisters

“Im the g-spot of radio”

“I’m here to stay. Like the national debt. or syphilis.”

Lazlow’s brother is a tv producer

Lazlow promised $2 to a man to follow him down the street with a saxophone to set atmosphere for his radio show

“I’ve really gotta spread my scent right now. And by that, I mean pee”

Lazlow’s step-dad is a mortician

Lazlow is pro choice, but only because he doesnt want to be a hypocrite

Lazlow’s sister was supposedly kidnapped. He claims he did not personally murder her.

“Nicaragua. Which is a company that sells nicotine… water”

“Do have a second for gay rights?” “Okay, a second. Sometimes five minutes if I’m drunk and nobody’s looking”

Lazlow makes his intern follow him with a camera and pretend to be paparazzi. It backfires.

Lazlow got hairplugs some time between IV and V

Lazlow invented podcasting

“It’s not molesting if they’re ugly. Trust me, i’ve been doing it for years”

“Molesting is when they’re human and cant complain, or dont like peanut butter on their junk. Those sheep wouldnt have complained if they COULD have. They were loving it!”

Lazlow’s intern tells everyone at the gay bar that Laz wants to get railed by three guys. Lazlow, not understanding spanish, is very excited by the attention.

Lazlow knows space facts off the top of his head

Lazlow Wants to cum in zero G

He has a grandma fetish

Lazlow talks about his experience of getting pissed on by groups of strange men

Lazlow is "Left wing", but only because he doesnt want to be fired

Through tears “I dont understand valleys or clouds, it sounds like a nursery rhyme”

Lazlow told the press Michael "molested (him) into cutting his hair"

Lazlow got roofied at his Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting

Through tears “Tony? Can we hug? Please? You shouted at me a lot… And Tony? I dont think you can say ‘Gay Tony’ anymore, it’s not PC, the internet will go crazy”

Lazlow spins records at kids birthdays

“He wants me to beatbox, i’m gonna fuckin get LAAIIDDD”

“One more scandal will ruin me. I’m WOKE now”

[reidsnose]

sticky notes (spencer reid x reader) (platonic!baux reader)

overview: reader leaves and recieves a passive aggressive sticky note before going on a case

genre: fluff and humor?

a/n: i thought of this last night while i was trying to go to sleep and i could not stop thinking about that one vine and its also super snowy where i live lol. anyway i wrote it today throughout the school day and couldnt wait to put it on here :)

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masterlist

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'whoever used the last sugar packet, your moms a hoe.'

you let out a small chuckle and stuck the sticky not to the container that usually held packets of sugar before taking a sip of your bitter, unsweetened coffee that you would have to deal with for the rest of the day.

"i hope hotch didn't take it," prentiss laughed, peering over at the note.

"everyone knows hotch drinks his coffee black." you retorted.

"no only you know that because you were his assistant before you joined the team," she joked, resulting in you sending a light elbow to her side. "you know we are handwriting analysts. everyones going to know you wrote that."

"except that they wont because i type everything. besides, i dont really think anyone on the team wont take the joke." you chuckled, pushing the door open with your free hand and heading into the bullpen.

"briefing room in 5 minutes, we have a case," hotch called from the balcony.

"theres fresh coffee in the break room, i feel like were going to need it," you said to the rest of the team that were sitting at there desks.

they all eagerly got up, ready for a fresh, hot drink to wake them up. you smiled as you walked to the briefing room, standing by your unassigned assigned seat. you took a sip of your drink, making a face at the bitter taste.

"why is your beautiful face scrunched up?" Garcia asked, setting down files in front of all the empty seats.

"someone took the last sugar." you stated simply.

"i have some in the batcave, youre always welcome" she winked, sending you a warm smile which you gladly returned.

"youre the best."

"yeah i know," she answered before the other agents began filing in, Spencer taking a seat next to you. "alright crime fighters, today youre all headed to snowy Alaska."

"actually," rossi looked at hotch and then garcia before continuing, "Garcia i think youre coming too."

"sir?" she looked over at hotch.

"dave is right. the connection will be spotty anyway, it would be best if you came a long and worked from the precinct." hotch confirmed.

"oh. alright." she obliged before continuing with the details of the case.

(a/n: im waaayyyy too lazy to write a whole case)

"wheels up in 5, it will take a while to get there and we dont have time to waste." hotch said at the end of the briefing before walking out.

"oh shoot i left my phone in the break room," i whispered, smacking my forehead with my palm.

"do you want me to wait for you?" spencer offered.

"no its ok," you smiled, jogging down the stairs.

"ill take your go bag. hurry i dont know if i can convince them not to leave without you!" he called after me, a giggle escaping his throat at his own joke.

"thanks! it'll be their loss anyway!" you laughed, as you sped walked to the break room. "there you are." you whispered to your phone that was sitting on the counter.

your eyes drifted to the note you had left earlier only it was gone. a new note sat in its place, a reply scrawled on it.

'ill have you know my mother is a very nice lady'

you smiled and rolled your eyes, slipping the note into your pocket as you walked briskly towards the jet. you walked out and saw reid waiting for you at the door of the jet, motioning frantically for you to board. you had taken a little too long looking at the note.

"10 more seconds before you're officially late!" he yelled, looking at his watch.

you broke out into a sprint, running as fast as you possibly could, trying to get across the runway in time.

"dont leave without me!" you yelled out, knowing they wouldn't.

you looked at the windows, seeing the team's faces pressed against the glass, watching amused.

"5 seconds!" he warned as you neared the stairs. "3..." almost there! "2..." just a few more steps. "1!" his arms shot up as you pushed past him into the jet, just in the nick of time.

"wow im impressed pretty lady!" morgan laughed, giving you a high-five which you exasperatedly accepted.

"have a seat y/l/n, we have a long flight." hotch said. you began thinking he was made at you but then you saw him trying to stifle a smile, "i dont think ive even seen you run like that in the field."

he held out his fist which you bumped with your own before flopping breathlessly down onto one of the chairs on the jet.

~time skip to the end of the case because i feel like it~

you walked out of the police department, watching your own breath swirl around the air in front of you.

"could you believe that detective?" jj scoffed walking with you towards the suvs in the parking lot.

"i know he was so...creepy." you agreed, "if i smelled his coffee breath one more time id take his tiny d-"

you didnt get to finish your sentence, though; you felt a cold snowball bash against the back of your head.

"gotta go!" jj laughed, hopping into one of the last suvs and driving off.

"whoever threw that snowball, your moms a hoe!" you yelled out crouching down to gather some snow.

"what?" spencer yelled, emerging from behind a trashcan.

"IT WAS YOU!" you laughed, throwing a snowball and hitting him straight in the chest.

"wait no. what did you just say?" he asked, eyes wide.

"i said whoever threw that snowball, your moms a hoe." you stated, suddenly feeling bad, "but not your mom, diana is-"

"a very nice lady." he finished, reaching into his pocket and fishing out a crumpled little paper.

"oh my gosh," you breathed, pulling out a note from your own pocket.

"i had a feeling it was you!" he laughed.

you raised your eyebrows, "yeah right! you had no clue!"

"i totally did! i was like, 'hmmm who in the office talks like this? oh yeah my idiot best friend'." he countered, smirking.

"well i had a feeling it was you too!" you lied, crossing your arms.

"youre lying!" he laughed.

"no im not!"

"yes you are! you have a tell!"

"i do?!"

"yes! you purse your-" he swiftly reached to the floor and picked up a small amount of snow, wiping it across your mouth, "-lips."

the cool snow melted quickly on your now very warm face, causing you to instinctively wipe your it with your sleeve, "oh its on!"

snowballs were flying left and right in the nearly empty parking lot, seeking refuge all over your bodies. you watched him sneakily duck behind a trashcan, thinking you hadn't seen him. letting out a small chuckle you creeped towards the trashcan, standing behind him as he peered his head around the other side, looking for where you had gone. you took a small amout of snow and reached your arm around his head, wiping it against his mouth as he had. he jumped letting out a small scream before turning around and latching his arms around your waist.

he picked you up and spun you around, loosing his footing on the slippery, causing a strange mix of a laugh and a scream to escape your mouth. he fell back on a fresh layer of snow, with a dull thump. you fell directly on top of him, your foggy breaths melding together as your laughs started fading. his eyes flickered from your eyes down to your lips, a new rouge gracing his cheeks and nose, one that would be there regardless of the cold.

"ca-can i kiss you?" he asked, looking back up at your eyes.

"please." you smiled, heart close to bursting out of your chest as he closed the gap between you.

[lewdbabies]

~The neighbor ~

part 2

nanami kentox reader smut

warning: MDNI, 18+, Raw sex , praising kink, Language, Rough sex, Breeding, smut

Part 2

Work was slow as usual, after morning hours the cafe tends to slow down lunch and dinner were served but it wasn’t very popular. Judging by the way Nanami was in a rush earlier it seemed he didn’t have time to stop by for his regular Black coffee. You lean against the register catching up on the latest novel you’d been reading. Your boss is in the back doing “Inventory “ which really meant taking a nap in the office. You glance at the clock perched on the wall, 1:30 pm, you sigh time was dragging on today. You turn your attention back onto your book engrossing yourself in the literature.

“Hello may I see the lunch menu please”

You jump.

You’d been so enraptured by your book you hadn’t even heard the door bell ring.

“Y-yes W-welcome let me grab that for you one second” you slam your book shut and quickly squat down grabbing a laminated lunch menu.

You look up and you’re met with brown eyes.

He smiles grabbing the menu, your hands brush lightly. You’re panicking, this is the first time he’s ever came to the cafe for lunch. He nods walking to A booth furthest from the entrance, you watch in awe admiring his physic. You grab a towel and begin to buss tables giving him time to decide what he wanted. Your eyes keep darting over at him blushing every Time your eyes meet. He doesn’t seem to mind he gives you a small smile in response.

After a while you walk to the register to grab your note pad and pen. You reach in your pocket for your lip gloss dabbing some on before making your way over to his table. He’s looking down, his brows scrunched in focus.

“Is anything looking good” you call out cheerfully.

“Yes you are” his tongue slides across his lips.

“Pardon?” You asked unsure of what you heard.

“I said yes it is” he rubs his chin staring directly into your eyes.

You ignore it deciding you’re just hearing things, He points to a item on the menu.

“This will be fine “ he states.

“The eggs Benedict, Alright and for your drink?” You scribble on your note pad.

“Black coffee should suffice” he nods to himself in approval.

“Alrighty I will have that right up” you rip the paper from your pad and start towards the kitchen.

“Order up!” You call back, sticking the ticket up.

You were in charge of making all the coffee related orders, came with being a barista/cashier. You didn’t mind though, you learned to Create lots of different foam patterns. Coffee making was fun if you made it, you even created a couple secrete menu items of your own.

You reach for a mug, pouring the freshly brewed coffee inside, steam swirls from the cup. You set the mug ontop of your silver serving tray and make your way back to his table. He’s looking through a stack of papers, his briefcase sits open on the table top.

“Here’s your coffee” you grab the glass in an attempt to hand it to him unaware of how hot it is. The glass burns your hand causing you to drop it out of reflex. It crashes down spraying all over Nanami’s suit and paper work.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You grab a fist full of paper towels frantically trying to clean off his suit. You pat the spilled coffee from his lap, He shifts in his seat.

“Uhn-“ he makes a soft noise catching you off guard.

You bolt up your face is red hot, you look away in embarrassment.

“I-I can pay to have this dry cleaned! Ugh I’m such a klutz-“

He interjects “no it’s fine you don’t have to do that”

“Please allow me too I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t” you bite your lip in guilt.

His eyes darken at the sight of you standing there looking so remorseful and innocent. He looks away for a second debating his next move.

“If you insist, the jacket only will be enough I assure you” he says slowly, sliding his coat off. His arms bulge through his white button down shirt.

He hands you the jacket hesitantly You’re dying of embarrassment.

“I’ll have this back to you tomorrow I swear it” you blurt quickly walking away.

~

“That coffee was a nightmare to get out kid” The dry cleaner complains.

You give an apologetic look as you sign the ticket finalizing the payment.

“Thanks again For getting it done so quick Danny”

“Yeah yeah yeah next time tell the guy to make the coffee land in his mouth got it” you laugh as you wave goodbye walking out the door. You check your phone , 6:10 pm, Nanami asked you to be there at 5:30 but work held you up today.

Luckily the dry cleaners is around the block from your apartment like most things. Before you know it your apartment entrance is in sight, You push the elevator button. It takes forever as usual, when it finally arrives you walk inside. Nanami lived on the same floor as you just opposite sides. You walk down the hall that connects your building’s searching for unit 12.

Your phone lights up, it’s a text from nanami ‘having trouble finding me?’ You laugh to yourself stopping to type back.

‘Closer than you think’ just as you press send the door in front of you swings open.

You jump with a fright, he sure had a way of scaring you. He’s standing there dressed completely different from how you were use to seeing him. He wore a green long sleeve top, Casual dark jeans , his eyes were covered by strange glasses.

“Come on in” he smirks.

You step over the threshold laying the jacket across his cream couch. His apartment was clean, not regular clean, everything was perfectly in its place. Despite all the lighter themes there wasn’t a spec of dirty anywhere in sight.

“I’m sorry I’m late work-“ you explain

“I understand, would you like a drink “ he disappears into the kitchen, returning with two wine glasses and a bottle of an unknown expensive looking champagne.

“Uh-uh yeah sure”

You sit on the couch crossing one leg over the other nervously. The space beside you dips as he sits next to you. You watch the muscles in his hands twitch as he pours your glass. You squirm in your seat, squeezing your legs tightly together.

‘Is he smirking’ you think to yourself watching him out the corner of your eye.

He hands you the drink before pouring his own. He watches curiously over the rim of his glass as he takes a sip, His stare sends a twitch through your clit.

“You like Austen as well?” He asks, you give a confused look.

He continues “ The book you were reading earlier” you realize he must have caught a glimpse at it earlier.

“Oh, Yes I do she is one of my favorites actually” you admit.

He reaches over tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m sorry im kind of a neat freak I hope I didn’t offend you-“ he doesn’t move his hand away.

“N-no it’s okay” your body is warm, the alcohol creeps up on you slowly. Before you can stop yourself you nuzzling closer into his palm, his thumb strokes your cheek. He slides his hand to the nape of your neck gently pulling you closer as he leans in.

“Is this okay?” He breathes parting his lips.

Your breathing becomes erratic as you glance down at his lips inches from your own.

“Y-yes...” he runs his tongue gently over your bottom lip before capturing them in a hungry kiss.

He briefly breaks away removing his glasses setting them on the coffee table. In one swift motion he grips your waist hoisting you onto his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck in surprise. You lean into him pushing him into the couch cushion his hand travels up your back to your neck pulling you to his waiting lips. “Mmm Uhn-“ He moans slipping his tongue between your lips.

You grind against him the clothing between you becoming an unwanted barrier. His skillful hands slide up your back release your bra clasp, he pulls away flustered and messy hair’d. You lift your arms as he slides your shirt and bra above your head tossing it into the far corner.

“Keep your arms above your head” He orders.

You obey holding your arms up, His tongue attacks your strained nipples. He sucks gently, Using his hand to tease the other, it’s too much to take and your arms drop.

“Arms up or I stop, Little one” you whimper raising your hands above your head.

He sucks your hard bud into his mouth giving it a soft nip sending lighting between your thighs.

“Ah Ah Please mmmnh-“ you plead for more. His hands travel up your skirt pushing your panties aside invading your soaking folds.

“Mmmm so wet already” he brings his fingers to his lips tasting your excitement.

“You’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you, watching me stroke my cock through your drapes at night “ he plunges two fingers inside your slippery hole. You gasp holding back a scream as he finger fucks you slowly.

“Take it out” he demands.

You waste no time unzipping his pants and freeing his pulsing member. You stroke his length admiring how big he is.

“Sit on it” he grips your waist positioning your entrance with his tip. He strokes your slit teasing you making you beg for more.

You grind against him pushing down desperate for him to fill you up. He lets out a feral growl slamming you down on his cock mercilessly.

“Fuck yeah take it, Ah you like the way I stretch your little pussy don’t you” he slaps your ass bouncing you up and down.

He rails into you at a feverish pace, your hips colliding relentlessly.

“ Look at me, Look me in my fucking eyes, show me that pretty face while I fuck you” he groans.

You look at him tears of pleasure staining your face as you get closer to your climax.

He grabs your hair crashing his lips to yours entangling your tongues.

“Ah Ah I’m gonna cum” you cry out, he Drills harder into you biting the soft skin of your neck.

“Cum for me princess, yeah just like that, good girl” he moans.

“Look at me, Look at me, show me how you cum baby, Ah fuck” it sent you over the edge your walls clench around him juices washing over his twitching cock. His eyes roll back as he messily pumps into you filling you with cum. You fall forward, he wraps his arms around you holding you together. You’re both sweat drenched and fucked out depending on each other’s bodies for support.

“You should have spilled coffee on me sooner” he states seriously.

You look at each other in silence before breaking into uncontrollable laughter.

“I agree” you say smiling like a idiot.

~the end💗 comment please tell me who you’d like to see next 🥵🥲

[oikawaplssteponme]

locked lips

pairing: Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI [please im literally begging you], swearing, legal consumption of alcohol, slight praise, fingering, use of the name ‘baby’, deku being a little bit of a cocky jerk, unprotected intercourse, make-up sex

genre: ex’s to lovers, smut, aged up characters, fluff/angst (?)

word count: ~2.2k words

synopsis: You broke up with him on impulse. That doesn’t mean you stopped loving him. Now you’re back at his place, at a party you planned, with him looking just so desirable. What else were you to do?

a/n: hi hi! alright friends, this being my first nsfw post i cannot stress enough how important it is that minors don’t interact. if i catch any minors interacting with this post, ill delete this post and block them, which i obviously don’t want to have to do. just please respect these rules :)) anyway, reblogs are greatly appreciated and enjoy xx

You scrolled through your phone, mindlessly. You tried your best not to double tap on any of the pictures on your screen. The last thing you needed was for him to know you were stalking his page.

“You should start getting ready,” said Uraraka. You looked over at her, cocking a brow.

“Uh I'm not going?” you huffed. Uraraka sat down beside you.

“Don’t be like that Y/N. You still have to go tonight, regardless of Deku.”

“The party is at Deku’s house. I’d look like a total idiot showing my face there after we broke up.”

You sat up and crossed your arms. Ochaco sighed. She grabbed your shoulders.

“Y/N, you are gonna go to the party and make Deku regret his entire life. Anyway, I’m bringing you as my plus one, so you have to come!”

You sighed. “Fine, but I’m staying with you the whole night.”

Ochaco smiled and gave you a quick hug. She got up and began scanning through her closet again.

You had been staying with Uraraka since you and Izuku had broken up. It was a blow out fight. You yelled at him for caring about work more than you. He shouted at you for not being understanding of his career. The words you meant mixed with the words you didn’t, and chaos erupted between you and him. So, you packed a bag and left. You didn’t want to, but you were done.

While you and Deku were still together, you helped him plan an event for him and his fellow Pro Heroes, as an opportunity for them all to get together. Now, you would be attending that same event. Only, not with him.

“Who would’ve thought there’d be a day where I’d have too many clothes to choose from,” laughed Ochaco. You smiled.

“You should wear that pink dress Iida bought you for your birthday. I don’t think you’ve worn it out yet.”

“You think? It’s not too much…”

“Of course not! You’ll look hot,” you teased. Ochaco smiled.

“Alright alright I’ll wear it. But then you have to wear this!” She pulled out a bag from her closet and handed it to you.

“Please don’t tell me you bought me something…”

“I had to! All your clothes are still at his place...and I wanted to make sure you felt good tonight.”

You gave Ochaco a nudge and pulled out the tissue paper. You felt the soft material in between your fingertips, pulling it out from the bag.

“Uraraka...”

“No need to thank me. You’ve been through hell and back these last few weeks, the least I could do is get you a pretty dress.”

You jumped towards your friend, engulfing her in a hug.

“Thank you.”

“Hey now, let’s get ready! The limousine will be here in just a few hours!”

~

You sat in the back of the limo with Ochaco as you were on your way to Deku’s party. You looked like a million bucks. A little part of you hoped someone would take notice.

The estate where Izuku lived was gated off. Once you were let inside, you could see the beaming lights from the top of the hill. You felt your stomach clench, nerves building inside of you. You wanted to see him, but you also didn’t want to see him doing better without you. You haven’t even been apart that long. A month maybe? Certainly not long enough for him to be over you, because you certainly weren’t over him.

“Oh wow, Deku went all out!” cheered Ochaco. You looked to see the endless decorations and glamor that surrounded you.

“Yeah, these were my ideas,” you mumbled. Ochaco placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t stress about it. Let’s just have fun, okay?”

You exited the vehicle and began to make your way inside. Champagne fountains and blasting music greeting you. His house was just as extraordinary as you remembered it. Nothing less than perfect for the No. 1 Hero.

“Uravity! Y/N!”

You turned to see your friend Iida, plus others from your old days at UA.

“You two are looking stunning tonight!” smiled Kirishima.

“Why thank you, it’s all thanks to this one,” you chuckled, giving Ochaco a nudge.

“I honestly didn’t expect to see you here tonight Y/N,” said Shoto. You shrugged.

“Well, I was invited after all. So Mr. Number One Hero can deal with it,” you huffed.

“Sounds like you could use a drink.”

Kaminari handed you a glass of champagne, which you took happily. You clinked glasses with your friends before dousing the beverage down.

“It’s gonna be a long night,” you mumbled to yourself.

You found yourself on the living room couch of Izuku’s large complex. You watched as Pro Heroes danced mindlessly with far too many drinks in their systems. You chuckled. At least they’re having fun.

You hadn’t seen Izuku all night, which was strange considering this was his party. You looked over to the glass staircase, knowing more than well that his bedroom was upstairs. You knew the layout like the back of your hand, after all, you lived here for a year.

You knew all your stuff had to be upstairs. You only had time to pack a small bag the day you left. Surely he wasn’t awful enough to throw your things away. You got up from the couch and quietly made your way up the stairs, hoping no one saw you sneak away from the action of the party.

His bedroom was at the end of the hallway. The doors were closed. You placed your shaky hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. It was unlocked.

You stepped inside. The smell of his cologne filled your senses, causing memories to flood in as well. His room was neat, as if no one had been sleeping in it. You turned to the closet. All your clothing should be on the right side.

“Sneaking around?”

You jumped, removing your hand from the closet handle. You turned around slowly.

“Just wanted to make sure you didn’t burn my shit,” you huffed. Izuku chuckled. He took a few steps towards you, opening the closet.

“Don’t paint me as a villain Y/N. All your things are safe and sound.”

Your side of the closet was just as you left it. Exactly how you left it. You looked back to Izuku.

“Perfect. Then I’ll be taking it with me when I leave-”

“I’m surprised you came at all. I figured you’d want to be as far away from here as possible.”

“I didn’t come for you, I came for Ochaco.”

“Oh right.”

Deku took a step back, placing his hands in his pockets. That devilish smile stared you down, causing your face to burn. You could see the outline of his muscles through his white button down.

“You look incredible by the way. New dress?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes.

“Well since all my clothes were here, yes.”

“Well serves you right for leaving out of nowhere.”

Your eyes widened and you clenched your fists.

“I didn’t leave out of nowhere, I left because you cared more about your job than me!”

“That’s not true-”

“To hell it is! I was tired of being second to everything so I left!”

Izuku took a deep breath and stepped closer to you. He placed his hand under your chin, having you look at him.

“I didn’t want to break up.”

Your breathing got heavier without you even realizing it. You also didn’t realize that Midoriya had you pressed against the closet door.

“I-I didn’t want to either…” you whispered. Izuku smiled.

“Then tell me baby, why did we?”

“B-Because I didn’t know what else to do…”

Izuku brushed his thumb against your cheek, then took a step back.

“Look, I’m sorry. The last thing I wanted was to make you feel under-appreciated...but-”

Izuku moved closer to you again, pinning your arms to your sides and pressing his torso against you all in a swift motion.

“-I can think of a better way to prove it to you.”

You tried to catch your breath. All you wanted was him at this exact moment. Was that a good thing? Of course not. Did you care? Of course not.

“Then prove it to me.”

Izuku wasted little time in moving you onto his California-king. He pinned you down onto the mattress and instantly kissed you. You felt the rush of butterflies swarm your stomach. You hated how much you had missed this.

Deku let go of your wrists and you began to unbutton his shirt. With little patience, he helped you from out of your dress. He dived back down, locking lips with you once more. You dragged your nails down his back, listening as soft groans escaped his lips. He moved down to kiss and suck on your neck.

“Fuck~” was all you were able to get out. Izuku’s hands grazed your burning body, feeling the skin that he had been craving since the day you left. He snaked his hand to your back, unbuckling your bra easily.

“I’ve still got it…” he teased. He threw the bra to the floor and gave you little time to breathe before kissing you again. You ran your fingers through his fluffy hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Izuku...please…”

His puppy dog eyes stared back at you.

“What is it?”

You panted heavily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I need you.”

A smirk creeped onto his face. Izuku kissed your cheek.

“I promised I was gonna prove it to you, wasn’t I?”

Izuku sat up, unbuckling his belt. He slid off his pants and boxers. You caught a glimpse of him, causing your body to feel on fire. Midoriya placed his head in between your legs. He teasingly kissed your inner thighs, keeping his hands glued onto them. The anticipation was practically killing you.

“Izuku-”

“Patience baby...I’m in no rush…”

He moved up to your underwear, biting onto one of the strings and pulling it down. They were practically soaked already. Same with your bra, he tossed them to the floor.

He continued to kiss and nip at your thighs, inching impossibly closer to you. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed Izuku up and kissed him feverishly.

“So eager baby~”

“Please just fuck me,” you whispered. Izuku chuckled. He licked his lips.

“As you wish.”

Izuku spread your legs apart, dipping one of his fingers inside of you with ease. You arched your back, letting out a moan, and gripping onto his arm tightly.

“That’s it baby~”

Midoriya slipped another finger in, stretching you out even more. You clenched around him as he added more pressure.

He removed his fingers and better adjusted himself above you. He held his cock in his hand before slowly pushing it inside of you.

You didn’t remember him ever feeling this good.

Izuku began to thrust into you, slow at first before building in speed. You could feel yourself clenching around him, sweat forming on your skin. Midoriya groaned with each movement as he pushed even deeper. He kissed you as he fucked you, though you were such a mess you could barely keep up.

He knew exactly how to get you worked up.

“Oh god...I’m c-close,” you mumbled.

“Not yet…”

Midoriya moved his hand down, taking his thumb and rubbing your needy clit. You gripped onto him even harder, digging your nails into his skin as he pushed you over the edge.

“Oh fuck-fuck-”

“Fuck baby, I-I love you-I’m sorry-” he stuttered out.

“I-I love you t-too. Fuck Izuku- I’m gonna cum-”

“Cum with me baby-”

Izuku went even harder as he reached his climax, following you. You let out a pleasure filled scream as you let go. Izuku laid on top of you, catching his breath as your body shook below him.

He looked up at you, brushing his hair back.

“I love you,” he repeated, in case you didn’t believe him the first time. You smiled.

“I love you too.”

~

You had forgotten all about the party that was occurring below you. As you got redressed to head back down to meet Ochaco, you felt Izuku grab your hand.

“What is it?” you asked him. Midoriya took your other hand as he stood before you.

“I really am sorry. I don’t want you to leave again,” he explained. You sighed. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his cheek.

“It’s okay, I won’t.”

You walked downstairs with Izuku, his hand interlocked with yours. You watched as Ochaco’s jaw dropped at the sight of you.

“Oh so that’s where you were for the last hour and a half?” she huffed. You chuckled nervously.

“Yeah sorry…”

“Well the limo is here to take us back home, or are you staying here?” she asked. You looked up at Midoriya.

“I’m staying.”

Soon the Midoriya residence was quiet, just you and him remained. You curled up with him on the couch, his arms holding you tightly as he kissed your head.

“You wanna know why I didn’t get rid of any of your things?” he said. You laughed.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I knew you’d be back.”

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[feliix]

more than friends (with benefits) ↠ felix

↠ Felix x Reader

↠ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, FWB!AU

↠ Rating: M (18+) ↠ Word Count: 2k

↠ Summary: You always thought being friends with benefits with Felix was a dream. At least, that was until the benefits starting outweighing the friendship and your feelings got sucked in.

↠ Warnings: friends to lovers, fwb to lovers, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, praise, multiple orgasms, mutual pining

↠ A/N: hi sorry this is very unedited I might go in and fix stuff later sorry Im lazy right now and banner creds to me okay enjoy!

“So wet for me,” his deep, gravelly voice fills your ears, the room spinning around you with each buck of his hips. Teeth sinking into your lip, you grasp for the sheets beside you. His rhythm is quick, persistent, and you’re unable to catch your breath.

“Felix,” his name leaves your lips in a high pitched whine. It's getting harder to hold on with a pace like this. Had you not already cum twice just tonight, maybe your stamina would be a bit higher. But the familiar knot in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter as his thrusts persist. 

It's not long until you're coming undone around him. The force of his hips driving into you, the firm grip his hand has on your ass sets you aflame. Just a few more powerful ruts; he’s angling himself just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. And that's when your legs begin to shake, the force from your third orgasm taking over.

A gentle scream escapes your mouth as you ride out your high, Felix’s pace only quickening to grant himself an orgasm of his own. Oversensitivity sets in quickly causing your eyes to slam shut in dismay; mind blurry with small white stars as your pussy continues to spasm around him.

“So fucking tight,” Felix’s thrusts persist through your orgasm, leaving your legs shaking and all you can offer is the tightening spasms of your pussy. You clench around him rapidly, enticing him to come to his finish. “ Fuck, baby. Such a good slut for me.”

Unable to catch your breath as your orgasm begins to subside, the sound of his voice shooting right to your core and letting out an extra gush of arousal. Felix takes this as a sign to go harder, busing himself by pounding into you. Each time his hips meet your ass he leaves a gentle slap on your supple skin. When he bottoms out your back arches instinctively. The pressure of his tip on your sweet spot drives you wild, your fingers grabbing for the sheets underneath you to hold onto. 

But him fucking you from behind causes you to miss the sweet contortion of his face as he reaches his high. You can only feel the grip he has on your waist tighten, the pads of his fingers pressing deeply into your skin as he ruts into you with such fervor. 

He doesn’t pull out, you’ve already told him that he doesn’t have to. All that's on your mind is being filled to the brim with Felix’s cum. “Fuck,” you’re aching for his release, squeezing your core as hard as you can to ease it from him, “want you to fill me up.”

With a few especially hard thrusts Felix is collapsing over you, holding you close as his cum paints your walls. The pace of his thrusts slows as soon as his hot body presses against yours, eyes fluttering shut as you both come down from your highs.

If you didn't feel his heavy breathing fanning over the back of your neck you may have forgotten where you were. The labored sound of breathing fills the room around you. His rapid heartbeat pounds against your back; it's slowing now, that's how you know he’s about to pull out.

It's the same routine every time. He comes over, you fuck, you cuddle, he leaves.

Which is okay, the two of you aren’t dating or anything. You’re friends with benefits; emphasis on the benefits half and a little less stress on the friends part. This isn’t how it’s always been. Things used to be the other way around, ironically. 

Felix was your best friend, it wasn’t until you initiated this little arrangement that things changed. 

It’s a blur how it all came about actually. Just one day you got a little too worked up while looking at his plush lips, making a move and changing the dynamic between the two of you forever. After letting him fuck you once, you never came back from that.

The Netflix nights faded into the dark as the Netflix & chill nights came more frequently. It isn’t something that you noticed at first, you were into it, gosh, why wouldn't you be? So many girls would love to be in your place – hooking up with their highly attractive guy best friend. But over time you began to miss the relationship you used to have. Watching a movie without pausing halfway through to have sex is unheard of now. You can’t remember the last time you were actually able to do that. 

The worst part is you think you might be missing something else. The more you hookup the more you find yourself longing for him – not just his touch. When he leaves, you feel lonely. Not just the ‘I’m alone’ lonely, either. You want to be with him all the time, spend time doing fun couple-y things in addition to the hot sex you have every night. You want more from this, you need to be more than friends.

And before you know it, Felix’s body is relaxing as he pulls out of you slowly, a trail of cum following in its path beginning to drip down your thigh. A deep sigh leaves your lips when the weight of Felix’s body flops down onto the mattress next to you. You want him to know you’re bothered, you’re just too scared to bring it up on your own.

It doesn’t seem that he notices, though, he just lets out an exhausted grunt in return. In a split second reaction, you sigh again, trying to cover it up by extending your limbs to look like you’re stretching. The second one may have been a bit too dramatic; Felix noticed it this time, the look on his face riddled with confusion.

“Something wrong?”

Oh, great. Well, you got what you wanted, not having to start the conversation but you’ll definitely be the one to ruin it. You could just deflect, say ‘nothing’ and carry on the way you were – but that won’t do much to help your own feelings. 

“Actually, yeah.”

The phrase surprises you just as much as it surprises Felix, you just do a better job of covering it up than he does. His eyes are wide, head turned in your direction now as he begins to sit up. Luckily both of your clothes were in close vicinity – this probably isn't a conversation that neither of you wants to have naked.

Or have in general, for that matter. But getting dressed is a nice way to avoid eye contact, which seems to be the only thing you’ll be able to avoid in this awkward moment.

“What’s up?”

The concern in his voice is prevalent. He’s doing what he can to stay calm but deep down he’s worried. The meek thought of you cutting him off crosses Felix’s mind briefly; a pang of anxiety cuts through him like a knife. And he doesn’t do a great good job of hiding it, but thankfully you’re too caught up in putting on a shirt that you don't notice. 

Guilt starts eating away at you once you realize what you’re doing, what you’re about to tell him. This could ruin everything between you. You don’t think he’ll cut you off, no; but chances are you tell him and things will change forever. The second you speak up about it will determine your future with Felix – if there even is one.

“Have you ever thought about,” your voice stalls, letting a deep breath pause your thoughts in an attempt to ease your mind, “not just having sex anymore?”

“You wanna stop hooking up?” 

“N-no, that's not what I meant!” The words fly out of your mouth more forceful than you intended, and before you're able to stop yourself from spilling them. A puzzled look quickly crosses Felix’s face as he waits for you to continue. There’s a strange tension beginning to surround you, making your palms sweat and stomach twist. 

The air is feeling heavier as thoughts are flooding through your mind. The longer you prolong this conversation the more it's going to hurt you in the end, “Things have just...changed.” 

His head nods along with your words, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his face sinks. Somewhere along the timeline of between being best friends and friends with benefits, that friendship you had was lost. It isn't just you who realized that.

“Because I have feelings for you?”

“Y-you what?” 

You have to pinch yourself to make sure that this is real and what you heard Felix just said was true. But he finds humor in your response, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as your jaw slowing drops. All this time and you both have been oblivious to each other's feelings…

“I thought you knew that…” His voice is soft, trailing off at the end as embarrassment creeps up. A rosy blush tints his freckled cheeks, soon covering them as he buries his head in his hands. 

“You never told me that,” you chuckle endearingly, butterflies pounding at your chest as heat rises to your cheeks, “did you know that I have feelings for you?”

“Noooo,” his voice is playful, head sinker deeper into his hands as small giggles leave his lips.

It a split-second reaction your hands are taking hold of his wrists, gently moving them from his face to look at his eyes. They’re narrowed into squints, his face squished into a smiling mess as his ears are red with embarrassment. 

“So were you just not gonna tell me?” You say in a joking tone, doing your best to ease Felix’s nerves. 

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

The mood of the room suddenly shifts. Felix’s smile is quick to fade, his cheeks settling back to normal as his eyes slightly widen. Your heart twists with his words – the thought of losing him to something so silly hits you like a million bricks. Sucking in a deep breath, he reaches for your hand, noticing the change of your expression and giving a sympathetic smile. Your eyes follow the trace of his tumb over your hand, stroking the skin lightly as you sit in silence. 

You wonder if that thought has weighed heavy on his mind for a while, how long he’s had feelings for you. It must have hurt him feeling like this was nothing more than sex to you; if only he knew.

“You wouldn’t.”

Felix’s eyes light up at your words, his hand gripping yours a little firmer now. The butterflies you first felt are still there, flapping away in your stomach each time the corners of his lips curl up into a smile. Just when you thought you couldn’t fall any harder there he is, cheeks blushing as his head turns to face you. A swift hand is brought to your neck, holding it as he effortlessly moves in towards you. 

Your heart pounds in your chest as he moves closer, focusing your eyes on each of his features; catching his tongue swipe across his bottom lip. His face is just centimeters from yours, his eyes staring down at your lips and his hot breath fanning across the soft skin of your cheeks.

“I love you,” his deep voice whispers over your lips. You aren’t given enough time to return the words before he’s moving in closer.

Time stills in slow motion when his soft lips meet yours; the world could stop turning but all that would matter is that you are here, right now, in this moment with Felix.

‘More Than Friends (With Benefits)’ is copyright 2020 @chaangbin​​, all rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[heyitsmerose]

Ateez Reaction to their s/o calling them when they’re in danger (maknae line)

TW: Sensitive content and mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2.6k

Mature Language*

San: (creep at the beach)

(From the perspective on San’s Girlfriend - read pt.1 for Yunho’s girlfriend’s pov)

You and San were at the beach with the rest of Ateez and their girlfriends. It was a nice way to get away from their busy lifestyles as idols and for everyone to just have a day off. You and Yunho’s girlfriend were quite close and decided to go shell collecting together.

The rest of Ateez’s and Ateez girlfriends were taking pictures, building sand castles and having fun, while Yunho and his Mingi went to go get ice cream for everyone.

You were laughing and giggling with one another, collecting sea shells, and comparing one another’s like kids, until two tall men interrupted the both of you.

“Hey ladies! are you here at the beach to have a fun time?” One of them said. You, being the bubbly and friendly person that you were, decided to respond and make conversation.

“Yeah, we’re just collecting seashells” You smiled back at them 

“with our boyfriends” Yunho’s girlfriend added

“Hey, it’s alright they’re just being nicee” You whispered back to her

“You never know” she just shrugged back

“Anyways, do you girls know where we can pick up some hot ladies” At this point, you looked a little uncomfortable. Who just comes up and asks you stuff like that?

“There’s a bar up ahead, hope you find what youre looking for, it was nice talking to you” Yunho’s girlfriend sternly said. You were glad to have a stricter mom friend like her, she was quick to take charge. She grabbed your arm and turned the opposite direction, and you gladly accepted.

“Hey, no, no wait up, we just want to talk” The other man grabbed her wrist.

“Let go of me” She sternly said. You tried prying his arm off of her wrist but to no avail. You were starting to get a little scared. It was surprising how she was able to keep her composure

“We need to go back now, let me go!” Yunho’s girlfriend yelled at him. At this point your eyes were watering. This was such an overwhelming and scary situation, not to mention, these men were way taller than you and could easily do anything they pleased. That thought gave you shivers.

The man holding Yunho’s girlfriends arm looked to his friend and his friend then looked at you. He walked closer, and you tried taking a step back. Before you could however, he gripped your chin and neck with one of his hands while the other was one your shoulder. You felt disgusted and at this point, the tears were already flowing out your eyes.

“Let go of me!” You yelled at him, trying to step back, only for his nails to further dig into your shoulder

“Let us go!” Yunho’s girlfriend yelled at the both of them. She then managed to kick and shove the one holding you onto the ground and you were free. You looked back at her with watery eyes, she just nodded at you and told you to call someone for help. Looking at the situation you both were in, you got more overwhelmed and fell to the ground with your phone in your hands fumbling on the dial pad, trying to call someone. You called Yunho, as you were scared for his girlfriend. 

[Yunho-yah] You cried on the phone

[Hey, hey, hey, Y/n, what’s wrong]

[We were collecting seashells and these 2 men started talking to us and touching us, please come get us] you tried getting the words out

[What the hell!? both of you stay right there, me and San are coming to get you, don’t worry. Stay on the call with me okay, you’re going to be alright]

[Please hurry, they’re hurting her] You sobbed loudly scared for your friend.

You then looked up to see the one that was holding you before was walking towards you. You tried to stand up, but your legs would not cooperate. The man abruptly pulled you up by your waist as you tried to get out of his grip. 

“Already falling for me, eh?” He said creepily

“No, please let me go” you tried saying as sternly as you could, only for it to come out as a bare whisper. He then proceeded to slip his hands under you white sundress, as you tried getting away. 

“Don’t touch me please! Im begging you!” you tried reasoning, while sobbing loudly.

“Y/N!” you heard your boyfriend San’s voice and relief flooded in. Yunho kicked the guy holding you and then ran to his girlfriend. As soon as the man let go of you, you fell to the sand crying and sobbing. San crouched down to your level and took you in his arms, sitting you on his lap. You hid your face from him trying to look down, however he grabbed your cheeks and made you look at him. You were surprised to see tears in his eyes too, flowing freely.

“What the hell is wrong with those creeps” San yelled as Yunho and his girlfriend both felt bad for the situation you were in. This man had inappropriately touched you, and you were scared.

You were hyperventilating and flinched at his touch and San had never felt more devastated.

“Baby, follow me okay” He guided your hand to his chest to feel his breathing. Soon enough, you started taking longer breaths and were no longer hyperventilating.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to protect you” He said, voice cracking at the end

“It’s not your fault” you reassured him leaning into him further. The last thing you wanted was for him to blame himself. 

For the rest of the afternoon, you noticed how two members had followed you at all times, and how San, specifically never let you out of his sight.

Mingi: (kidnapper)

You and Mingi had just started dating, it had been a few months and you were slowly falling more in love with him. None of you had said it yet though. You lived separately and took turns to go to each other’s houses. You always looked forward to your week, when you had to visit his house though. Upon reaching his house, it was like heaven, it smelled like him and you couldnt have asked for more. Today, it was your turn to go to his house and you were excited to say the least. 

You quickly packed some gum, extra leggings, your phone and a charger with you. You plugged in your favourite song and began skipping down the streets carefree. It was around 4pm so you weren’t really too worried, however one thing that was weird was how empty the streets were. Shrugging it off, you began humming and walking to his house. It was a few blocks away, so you didn’t mind walking. 

After a few turns, you came across an older man, supposedly in his 40s with a young kid. It was quite normal to bring your kids with you on walks around the neighbourhood, so again you just decided to not pay to much attention to it. As you reached closer however, you could hear them arguing over the music, while the older man tried pushing the kid in your direction. You looked away, trying to be less awkward in this situation. The little kid shook their head a few times at the man and he glared at her. She soon ran up to me and tapped your leg. 

“Um, miss, I think you’re really pretty, here is a chocolate for you” The little kid gave you a chocolate and ran away back to the old man. He pat her head and they both turned away. You should realised how big of a red flag this was but, just shrugged it off and ate the chocolate. In a few minutes, you started feeling dizzy. Mingi’s house was still around 5 minutes away, so you just decided to call him to pick you up. You called him and he picked up after a few rings.

[Mingi-ah] You weakly said

[Hey Y/N? you usually never call me like this is everything alright?] he replied

[I don’t know I feel light headed, I’m about 5 minutes from your house, and I-] as soon as you said that you fell to the ground due to weakness.

[Y/N! I heard a thud are you alright?]

[No, I can’t get up, my legs and hands feel numb] you whispered

[Okay wait there I’m coming to get you]

[Okay] you whispered weakly, after which you closed your eyes and passed out.

[Y/N, stay on the call with me okay?] he called out to you

[Y/N?] He asked a little louder

[Y/N?!] He was frantic at this point, shuffling heard through the phone.

He tried reaching your location as quick as possible. When he did he noticed a strange man trying to carry you off the ground.

“Listen you bastard, let my girlfriend go!” Mingi yelled at the man pushing him off of you.

You were still out cold, unaware of what was going on around you. 

When you wok up, you were in Mingi’s bed with a cold cloth on your head and water by your side. Mingi was also sitting on the bed just looking outside, not realising you had gotten up.

“Mingi-ah” You said weakly

“Oh my goodness, Y/N” he engulfed you in a tight hug not letting go of you

“I thought I lost you, I love you so much”

“I love you too Mingi”

Wooyoung: (break-in)

You and Wooyoung had just fought. It was some stupid reason, however both of you being the petty people you were, didn’t back down and it resulted in Wooyoung stomping out of your shared apartment. You stared at the door as he did, too paralysed to do anything. You had never had a fight this big before. You decided to cook dinner to hopefully cool off, eventually Wooyoung would come home right? You decided to cook dinner for the both of you. 

You put something on the stove and left it to cook for a bit while going to the other room to set up the table. While setting the table up, you couldn’t help but regret what happened earlier, you felt guilty for letting escalate so far and let a few tears fall. As you kept setting up the table, you decided to check on the food cooking and once it was done you plated it nicely, adding a heart of sauce to Wooyoung’s plate, and simply sitting at the table waiting for him to come back. After a while, you got tired of waiting for him, and decided to just call him. You called him once, but he didn’t pick up the first time and so you tried calling him again, which he picked up.

[Y/N, I thought I told you not to call me] He said sighing

[I know but I made dinner, and I was just waiting for you to come home] you whispered out feeling guilty for bothering him.

[Alright then, I’m coming home, we can talk it out] he said, you were relieved and happy that you would be able to sort it out, but also nervous to face him again.

[Okay, Woo-] You were interrupted by a doorbell ringing, and you went to go check the door.

[Wait, Y/N who is that?] Wooyoung said

[Isn’t that you?] You asked him back.

[No it’s not. Check through the peephole]

[It’s a random man, do you have any friends coming over?]

[No, they’re all here, don’t open the doo-]

You both were interrupted by a noise on the door, banging. You gasped and spoke to Wooyoung again.

[Woo, I don’t know who that is, and I’m scared, please help]

[Stay on the call with me! Don’t hang up and lock yourself in our room, Don’t come out until I get home!]

[Wooyoung you can’t come home, what if they attack you or something?] You said voice breaking at the end, even the thought of Wooyoung getting hurt was so hard to think about.

[Y/N, are you crying?] He asked lovingly

[No] you replied whispering, not trusting your voice. Wooyoung video called you, and you covered your face.

[Baby, there’s no need to worry, I have Seonghwa and Yeosang with me too, now show me your beautiful face please, I’ve missed you] You looked up showing your tear stained face, gaining a gasp in return

[Why is my baby cryinggg] he whined over the phone. You giggled, and were quickly interrupted by police sirens, suggesting they called the police and were here to save you.

The second you saw Wooyoung outside, you ran out the house into his arms, jumping onto him, wrapping your hands around his neck, and legs around his waist. 

“I missed you” you cried into his neck, “I was so scaredd”

“Aigoo, I promise I won’t ever leave you alone again alright? Now let’s go have dinner”

And that promise was definitely fulfilled as her tried to stay with you whenever he could acting clingier that usual fro the next few weeks.

Jongho: (creep at night)

You and Jongho had gone out for a late night stroll as you finally got time to spend with each other. Oftentimes, he was busy with the band, or couldn’t leave the house. At night like this however, you were both content. You were calmly strolling around a park when you decided you go pick a few flowers. Not going too far, you saw these blue and purple flowers that you quite liked and further ventured into the park to get them. Jongho was still on the bench of the park eating some ice cream you had gotten together. 

You decided to to sit down and collect a few flowers so show your boyfriend you you made yourself comfortable and sat comfortably. After a while, you heard shuffling behind you and saw a strange man walking towards you. Warning bells ringing in your head, you tried standing up to walk away, only for the man to come up to you and hold you down your shoulder. He was squatting down, so you had to look up at him.

“Excuse me sir, I don’t know who you are or what you want, please let me go” You tried saying as nicely as you could. Despite this however, the man just grinned at you as he inched closer and closer. 

“I like the innocent ones the most” He said sneering

At this point, you were scared as hell and were struggling to get out of his grip to no avail. You started breathing heavier and started getting worried, no one was around, what would this creep do? 

“What do you want, ugh!” You tried squirming out of his grip, only to be shoved back to the ground. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll let you go after I’m done” He said wickedly. At this point you had had enough

“Jongho!! Help! Please help me!” You yelled as loud as you could. No response. 

“Guess your little boyfriend over there, doesn’t mind either. Now where should we begin?” He asked trying to trail his hands towards your neck, only to get shoved to the ground by Jongho. 

“You bitch!” Jongho yelled. Kicking him a few times as well.

“How dare you touch my girlfriend!”

Jongho picked you up and took you back home. Although you didn’t show love to each other physically too much, it was moments like this where you realised how in love you were with him. you were thankful to have such a protective boyfriend.

[t0wnspersonb]

Say My Name (Todoroki Shoto x Reader)

im-blossoming

Wow you’re doing so amazing with your fanfiction!!! Can you write something with Shouto where he gets jealous bc the reader is a nice person and he think she’s flirting with other guys,, and they argue and smut ensues. I hope that makes sense🤍

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So I am taking requests if any of you wanted me to write anything else:) again, I’m not that good at writing and I’m just barely getting started on writing smut. So just bare with me ya’ll lmao. Obviously these precious little babies are aged up because we definitely don’t stan for any underage bullshit. But yeah we all love SHOTO!!! I might love Bakugo more though (das my baby)👀 anyway I hope you enjoy it!😊

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,778 

Disclaimers: Smut, Language, HELLA FLUFF, Bakugo being a fucking shit but what else is new, this was a request, @im-blossoming​ I hope you like it! Sorry it took so long!

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“Y/n-chan! Help me study please?” Kaminari pleaded, immediately breaking out the puppy dog eyes. His hands clasped together as he peered down at you.

 You cocked your head to the side, “I thought Kacchan was going to help you and Eiji?” You pondered aloud.

 Too loud maybe, because you gained the attention of some of your classmates.

 “Dumbass! I told you to stop calling me that!” Bakugo screamed, fixing his eyes on you with an annoyed glare.

 “Bakugo man, stop screaming at a girl. That’s not manly at all.” Kirishima piped in. 

 “Shut up shitty hair! It’s not manly for you to get shit grades either!” He growled back, the palm of his hands crackling with explosions.

 “You see Y/n-chan! I don’t want that guy teaching me! Please;” Kaminari all but cried to you.

 You were smiling in amusement during the entire exchange. Your friendship with these three was strange to say the least. You were a sweet girl, an all around genuine person, and let’s not forget smart, incredibly smart. 

 It’s unclear how the boys had gravitated towards you at the beginning of school, but you didn’t care. If anything, being around them was always fun, for you at least.

 “Why don’t we all study together?” you suggested thoughtfully, “we can meet up in the dining room after dinner?”

 “I don’t want to study with you dumbass.” Bakugo grumbled.

 “Do you not like me Suki?” You pouted playfully. 

 Bakugo growled, his red eyes turning into slits. “Don’t call me that either!”

 “What do you want me to call you then?” you frowned. Midoriya got to call him Kacchan, you didn’t see why you couldn’t either. 

 “If you’re going to call me by my first name than say it properly you fucking idiot!” He snapped.

 “Fine Katsuki.” You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “Is that better?”

 He grumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from you. 

 It was now time for lunch, all four of you walking out of the classroom, still discussing the plan for later tonight.

 Unbeknownst to you, a certain pair of heterochromia eyes had been watching your every movement.

 Todoroki hadn’t realized that he had been frowning the entire time he was watching you interact with your guys’ classmates.

 “You okay Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asked, seeing the troubled expression on his friend’s face. 

 “Yeah.” he said simply as he followed him out of the classroom and into the cafeteria.

 The entire lunch he was silent, his mind wandering, but always coming back to what perplexed him the most: you.

 It wasn’t like you guys were together, he wasn’t your keeper and you weren’t his either. He liked to think that you guys were closer than the three morons that you hung out with. 

 But then why have you never asked him to study together? Why do you call those guys by their first names but still refer to him by his surname?

 His frown deepened. 

 Before he even realized it, it was already past dinner time, and right now he was watching you and Kaminari work on English together. Bakugo and Kirishima had their own topic of studying to cover, but you all sat at one of the tables, books and papers scattered around you.

 You were too engrossed in the lesson plan to even notice the intensity of Todoroki’s stare, but Bakugo felt it immediately, his eyes snapping up with a glare.

 “Why do you keep looking at us icy hot!?” He screamed, catching your attention. You looked up from the sentence you were helping Kaminari with, and made eye contact with blue and grey eyes. 

 You tilted your head to the side in curiosity, lips parting slightly as you stared at the beautiful man staring right back at you.

 “I’m sorry Todoroki, are we being too loud? Do you want us to move to another room?” You asked softly; ignoring the loud protest of Bakugo not wanting to “move from his fucking spot.”

 You watched as his lips pursed, a crease forming between his eyebrows. 

 Cute, you thought, vaguely aware of the blush that was creeping up on your face. 

 You had hoped that your crush on Todoroki wasn’t obvious. You had seen him at the entrance of U.A. on your first day of classes. You had thought he was incredibly good-looking. You had already formed a physical attraction to him, but it wasn’t until you had partnered up with him for a school project, and then as partners for most of your hero training courses, that you began to actually develop feelings for him. 

 You had a large amount of  respect for Todoroki. You admired his quick wit, his strength, his always quiet and calculating demeanor, and most importantly, his strive to become the best hero.

 It wasn’t that you didn’t want to become the best hero either, you had worked hard to get to where you were now, and you still had a long way to go. It was just that you admired the fact that he wanted to be better. You thought that he was already perfect, but his goals, and his determination to be better than his father, to be better than All Might himself, well, that motivated you too.

 “You’re fine.” was his short response, his eyes flickering back to his book.

 You sighed softly to yourself, you had always thought that you two were close, at least closer than how he was with most people. But, he was just so cold towards you sometimes. You couldn’t help but wonder if you actually annoyed him and he was just being nice by letting you think you guys were actually friends.

 “I’m going to go make some tea, do you guys want any?” you asked quietly, standing up. You tried not letting your deflated feelings show.

 The three boys at your table chimed in with requests from what they wanted from the kitchen, none of which involved tea. But you didn’t say anything else and quietly left the room.

 Bakugo’s eyes shifted over to Todoroki; another scowl deepening into his face. “Oi, half and half bastard, do you like Y/n?”

 This caught Kaminari and Kirishima’s attention, immediately turning their attention to Todoroki.

 Todoroki frowned, staring back at Bakugo. “Yeah. Y/n is a nice person. She’s strong too. And smart.”

 “That’s not what I meant icy hot!” Bakugo growled, growing further annoyed with his daft classmate. 

 “What did you mean then?” Todoroki asked.

 “Yeah Bakugo what did you mean?” Kirishima asked curiously. “Of course everyone likes Y/n-chan, she’s sweet and cute!”

 Todoroki’s eyes hardened at Kirishima’s statement. Something deep in his chest bubbling up; he didn’t like what Kirishima had said, while it was the truth, hearing someone else say those words aloud didn’t sit right with him.

 “I think what Bakugo is trying to ask: is if Todoroki wants to be more than friends with Y/n-chan.” Kaminari grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Well what do you think, Todoroki? Are you attracted to Y/n-chan?”

 Todoroki shifted in his seat uncomfortably; what did he think? The feelings you made him feel were too confusing. He wanted to be around you all the time, he didn’t like that you were always hanging out with those three, and he definitely didn’t like the fact that you never called him by his first name.

“I don’t know. She’s weird.” he said bluntly, but before he could finish you came by and slammed the tray of goodies down on the table, startling everyone. 

 You had heard the last two exchanges; getting your hopes thinking that he would say that he did like you, just like you liked him. 

 His response that he said definitely wasn’t the one you were hoping for. You could feel tears of hurt and frustration gathering at the corner of your eyes as you glared at Todoroki, startling him completely.

 You had never looked at him like that before.

 “If you think I’m so weird then you can find another sparring partner, stupid Todoroki;” you snapped angrily and stormed off to your dorm room, sniffling as you went.

 Everyone was still for a moment, not fully registering what happened until Kirishima finally spoke.

 “Don’t just sit there Todoroki! Go be a man and comfort her!” 

 And he did.

 He raced towards your room, he wasn’t exactly sure what happened, but he didn’t like the way you looked at him, it made his stomach twist uneasily.

 He didn’t bother knocking, he opened your door abruptly. His stomach dropped as he saw your teary gaze found his eyes.

 His stomach twisted in guilt.

 Did his comment really make you fucking cry?

 “Go away Todoroki, I don’t want to see you right now.” you snapped, looking away as you rubbed the tears out of your eyes.

 “You’re crying.” he stated, the door closing behind him as he stepped closer to you. 

 “No thanks to you.” you fired back. “Just go away.”

 “No.”

 “Go. If you didn’t want to be friends with me Todoroki you just had to say so.” You cried out angrily at him. “If you think I’m so weird, then why do you keep trying to talk to me?”

 Something inside of him snapped at the mention of his surname; the feelings he had been suppressing, the feelings he had no idea how to identify came flooding out.

 “Why do you call me that?” he asked abruptly. 

 You raised your eyebrows incredulously. “It’s your name?”

 He frowned, stepping closer to you. You were now only an arms length away from each other, and he looked furious.

 “Why do you never call me by my first name? You call everyone else by their first name except for me? Why? Is it because you don’t think of me as your friend?” His voice was deep and husky.

 It felt like your heart was about to burst out of your chest, your tears were long forgotten about. 

 But the adrenaline was still pumping, blood ringing in your ears and all those feelings you had suppressed about him began to bubble up; spilling from your lips. “Don’t think of you as a friend!? I don’t call you by your first name because I have so much respect for you Todoroki! You inspire me to be a better hero! I-I-I like you Todoroki! Since the day I met you I’ve liked you!”

 Fuck.

 You didn’t mean to confess, your hand was clutching your shirt above your heart, your eyes screwed tightly shut.

 It was quiet.

 Fuck, I messed up, you thought.

 “Todor-” something cold and soft slammed against your mouth. 

 Your eyes flashed open as you had lost your balance from whatever force had come at you. But you didn’t fall.

 Instead, you felt strong arms wrap tight around your body. Cold fingers pressed into your jaw, and you felt something cold and wet wiggle its way into your mouth.

 Your eyes all but bulged out of your head.

 He was kissing you.

 Todoroki was fucking kissing you. And it felt good. You moaned into his mouth, melting against his strong body as you began to kiss him back. Your fingers tangling themselves into his hair, something that you had always dreamed about. You tugged gently at the locks near the nape of his neck. 

 Todoroki groaned deep and low in his throat, his grip tightening on you. His lips moving urgently against yours. He moved until the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, both of you folding down on top of it. 

 He grabbed your left leg, having it wrap around his waist as he began exploring your body with greedy fingers.

 His left hand sliding up your shirt; warm, rough fingers moving against the soft skin of your ribs. Just stopping below the edge of your bra.

 “T-To-Todoroki, please,” you whimpered against his lips, moving away as you panted for air. His lips pressing hot open mouth kisses along your delicate jaw. 

 You could feel his member growing harder against your leg.

 “Say my name.” he murmured softly against your skin, sliding his mouth to where it was on the outer shell of your ear. “I want to hear you say it.” he whispered, his tongue flicking out against the lobe of your ear.

 Your eyes all but rolled into the back of your head, your hips jutting out against his, causing a deep moan to escape his lips. 

 “Sh-Sho-Shoto,” you moaned out as his hips pressed down into yours. “Please, touch me.”

That was all he had to hear. His fingers tugged to remove your shirt and then your pants until you were left in nothing but your bra and panties.

 He paused as he gazed down at you. Lips parting in awe and want. 

 You were fucking beautiful. Spread out beneath him like this, your lips wet and swollen, your perfect tits heaving up and down as you struggled to catch your breath.

 His hands slid underneath your back, carefully pulling you forward into a sitting position as he moved to unhook your bra. 

 He sat back, watching intently as your breasts spilled from the cups. Todoroki moaned softly as he moved forward and captured a taut nipple between his lips, carefully tugging and pulling at the sensitive bud, before switching to the other one.

 You moaned loudly, hips bucking up, looking for some kind of friction as he assaulted your breasts, leaving behind already forming bruises.

 He pulled away, moving to pull down your panties. Watching you carefully to make sure that it was okay, but when he heard no protests from you his eyes flickered down. He groaned at the site before him. Your pussy lips were dripping in arousal for him.Todoroki couldn’t help but lean in, swiping his tongue along your slit, collecting your wetness on the tip of his tongue.

 You sobbed out in pleasure as he began his new assault on your cunt. How was he so good at this? He had you writhing in pleasure as your climax approached, crying out his name loudly as you came.

 You didn’t notice the way he had stripped down until he softly touched your leg, causing your eyes to flutter open.

 And - oh fuck. He was beautiful. His muscle rippling as he settled down onto the bed, his skin glistening with sweat and his eyes held nothing but want and need.

 Your eyes moved lower, trembling at the gorgeous sight before you. 

 His cock stood up painfully hard, his head already weeping with neglect. 

 “Y/n,” he uttered your name softly, catching your attention as you met his gaze once again. This time though his expression was soft and gentle. “Can I have you?” 

 Your heart squeezed in your chest. “Yes. Yes, you can take me Shoto.”

 Carefully he rubbed the head of his cock against your folds, before pushing in. You gasped loudly, your head thrown back as he entered you slowly before he bottomed out.

 Todoroki leaned down, supporting his weight with his forearms as he got comfortable on top of you before leaning down to kiss you again.

 This time it was sweet, soft and passionate as his mouth fitted perfectly against yours. And then he began to move his hips.

 Sliding perfectly and easily in and out of you, your walls velvet soft and hugging every ridge, every vein of his cock.

 The moans you both shared being swallowed down by your mouths still working together. 

 “You’re perfect.” Todoroki breathed, moving to stare at your face twisting in pleasure. “Are you close?”

 You nodded urgently, you could feel your orgasm bubbling up once again. The pleasure rippling through your body, getting ready to snap open any second.

 His cold fingers reached down and began carefully rubbing your clit, his movements soft but firm.

 But that was all it took for you to come undone, unraveling beneath him hard and fast; crying out his name you felt him slide out of you, you watched as he gripped his member and pumped three times before spilling himself all over your stomach. His face twisted in pleasure, eyes screwed tightly shut as soft moans escaped his lips. 

 His release was hot and sticky against your skin but neither of you cared as he leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips. 

 “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, drinking in the sight of you. “I like you too. Have since the moment I saw you too.”

You laughed softly, looking at him with the sweetest expression. “I hope you like me back Shoto, it would be a bit weird if you didn’t after all of this no?”

 He smiled slightly; “Yeah.”

[kuroopaisen]

HELLO IM SHAKING AS I TYPE THIS PLEASE REWRITE /THAT/ SCENE FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER OF TINY LOVE FROM IWAIZUMI'S PERSPECTIVE

HELLO YUE DEAREST sorry this took me a while but i hope you enjoy it :( i love you lots and lots (more than iwaizumi ever could >:( he can fight me and ren for your hand and maybe the two of us could win if we tag-teamed) 

Iwaizumi knows he’s made a mistake as soon as he feels the weight of your head on his shoulder.

But as he feels your hair tickle his chin, he also knows he doesn’t have the heart to push you off.

Of course, girls wouldn’t be interested in monster movies. He doesn’t even know why he invited you to watch Godzilla with him in the first place. The opportunity had just presented itself and he’d tried to catch it before it could slip away.

It’d been instinctual.

How pathetic. How teenage.

And yet he doesn’t regret it.

Even as his conscience nags at the back of his mind, telling him that he should move you, shake you off, wake you up and tell you to go to bed.

But she’s finally asleep, he reasons with himself, at least she’s getting some rest, now.

It’s not the strongest line of logic he could come up with, but he’s never been one for that sort of thing. It sufficies for now – and for the next two hours as the black and white reel footage of Godzilla flickers on.

The movie comes to a close.

Not that he’s paying attention. His mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you – how close you are, how your body rises and falls with each gentle breath, how comfortable you look.

But the time for excuses is over.

“Hey,” he murmurs, nudging you ever so slightly. You squirm a little, but you show no signs of waking.

He knows he should push you of. Maybe shake you awake. But he just can’t.

“Wake up,” he mumbles, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’d shift off him without noticing the rather incriminating position the two of you had found yourselves in.

You stir.

He holds his breath.

You’re definitely awake now. He can see your eyelids flutter open, gentle and delicate. Has he ever paid attention to anyone’s eyelashes before?

God, what if you push him away? What if you admonish him for being a creep? There’s no surer way to break his heart. He prizes the trust you place in him. It’s something he’s humbled by. But maybe this would be crossing a line…

You aren’t moving. You’re staying right there with your head on his shoulder. Does that mean you… like it?

“What time is it?” You mumble, stifling a yawn.

“It’s two,” he replies.

“Oh…” Your voice is so quiet. So sweet. “Whoops.”

He chuckles. “I thought you said you couldn’t sleep.” That’s why you’d been up in the first place, right? Why he’d run into you in the kitchen?

“Yeah,” you groan, “but then I got sleepy.”

“Then you should’ve gone to bed,” he teases. What he doesn’t say is that he’s glad you stayed with him.

There’s a part of him that feels like he’s taking advantage of you. Not that he’d do anything disrespectful – unless, of course, not pushing you off his shoulder when you leant on it in your sleep is considered disrespectful.

You huff, shifting your body down and tilting your face towards him.

You look tired – puffy, droopy eyes, a flush in your cheeks, your lips a little poutier than usual.

Fuck.

He brings a hand up to cup your cheek. You lean into it, the weight of your head resting against his palm.

His pulse quickens.

He stares.

He knows he shouldn’t. He knows that it’s not the polite thing to do.

And yet, you were staring right back.

If there’d been fear in your eyes – hell, if there’d just been apprehension in them – he would’ve drawn back, giving you a respectful amount of space.

“You’re so cute,” he murmurs, running his thumb over your cheek gently.

Your face is hot to the touch, your eyes glimmering in the half-light of the TV. Are you… excited?

He thinks about all those walks home, all the times he’s lingered at your door. How he slows his pace, just to catch a few more moments with you. How he wants to reach out and take your hand, lace his fingers through yours.

He thinks about how he wants to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, propping his chin on your head or shoulder, to feel you pressed so close to him. How he wants to be honest with you – to tell you how he really feels.

Every fantasy overwhelms him; every little hope, every little place he’d let his mind wander. Even he, stubborn Iwaizumi Hajime, can’t stop himself from getting carried away sometimes.

He leans in, pressing his lips against yours softly.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’d be the first to admit that. But God, this is exhilarating.

You don’t push him away – no, you lean in. You want this.

How long is a kiss supposed to be? He doesn’t know.

But he pulls away, taking a moment to gaze at you. He thinks he might be smiling, but he’s not sure.

He’s too captivated by the look on your face – soft, elated, flushed. You’re smiling, all your features bright and full.

He feels like he should say something. What, he doesn’t know. There are things he doesn’t even know how to express – he’s just a teenager. He’s not equipped to deal with this sort of thing.

Sure, he’s had crushes before. Oikawa had that list memorised in his mind, just to tease Iwaizumi at any given difference.

But this is different. He’s sure of it. It’s something bigger, something stronger. It’s weaved its roots through the chambers of his heart, braiding them with his veins.

“We should go to bed,” is all he manages to say. It’s too late (or, perhaps, too early) for him to try and put words to the cacophony rattling in his chest.

Your cheeks flush an even deeper shade.

“Different beds,” he fumbles out, clearing his throat. His mind has already gone somewhere it shouldn’t – somewhere he’s ashamed of. He knows better to indulge that line of thought, at least.

He continues aggressively sanitising his mind of such unbecoming thoughts as the two of you make your way up the stairs (even though you’re walking in front of him, and if he just let his gaze wander downwards…).

He still can’t think of what to say as you nod at one another, the silence expectant with the desire to linger just a little longer.

He just doesn’t know what to say. ‘Thank you’? No, that’s strange. ‘I’ll see you in the morning’? No, that doesn’t sound right either. ‘I hope you sleep well’? That sounds a bit too formal.

But he’s already heading off, his feet moving on their own accord.

Iwaizumi manages to look over his shoulder as he goes, giving you one last smile. He hopes it doesn’t look too dorky or forced. Or lopsided. Or strained.

But most of all, he hopes that it expresses more than he can with words.

[lord-explosion-baku]

Opia (Night 3)

Vampire!Shinsou x reader x Kirishima

warnings: sexual content, (i wouldn’t call it smut because it’s not graphic, but sex happens...), dark themes, drinking, MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING FOR DRUNK DRIVING HIT AND RUN, blood, pain, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, dead dove do not open, blood drinking, vampire shit, jealousy??

A/N: this honestly turned into a miniature vent??? idk what about, but this was kind of relieving to write. anyways, the reader is still kinda dumb... im not sorry

Night 3

The streets were alive with rabid students, elated to be over and done with the autumn semester. Winter break was starting up, and kids in your neighborhood were celebrating by tossing their notes and flash cards out wherever they could (which they thought was virtually anywhere), drinking the night away, and partying hard. You’d heard shrieks of joy and kids hollering at one another and there were a couple of boys from a nearby fraternity passing out fliers for a rager they were throwing tonight. They were supposedly combating against another party house and you had a vague idea who that house might have belonged to. You wanted nothing to do with it.

Ever since the last party you attended, you’d been feeling...watched—unsafe, even in your own home, and it was even worse when you went out. If you were the same as you were a couple years ago, you’d be out and in the same Jeep that had sped down your street for a total of three times this night, smiling and laughing with your friends, singing along, but now you were perfectly content staying home with your movies. Well, not perfectly content. You had to admit that you were lonely.

The phone at your side glared at you, and you had to pull your legs into your chest, locking your arms around them to ensure that you wouldn’t dial any numbers. But you wanted to. It was selfish, and you knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t fight the gravitational pull your phone had on your hand.  

Just after two rings, Kirishima answered. “Hey, you! What’s up?” You could hear people talking around him. Damn.

“Hi...Ei…” you cringed at the nickname. Calling Kirishima anything but his last name or ‘Kiri’ felt unnatural to you, but when you hooked up with him in the past, you knew that he thoroughly enjoyed it when you called him, ‘Ei.’

“Hey…” Kirishima’s tone dropped. You were glad he wasn’t dumb; he could catch your mood from a simple greeting.

Shifting in your seat, you laid halfway down on your couch, staring out the window. You could tell from the subtle amber hue on your neighbor’s window that the sun wasn’t quite gone from the sky yet. If he was throwing a party, he must’ve just been greeting guests right now. It was early, but you were hoping it wasn’t too early.

“What are you up to?” You purposefully heightened the lilt in your voice to sound sweet—a little more coy than your norm in hopes of grabbing his attention.

“Who is it?” You heard someone—a gravely voice—ask on Kirishima’s end.

“Nobody. Shush,” Kirishima hissed, probably trying to cover the speaker. You didn’t mind being nobody. That was probably for the best. “Uhhh-“ He was walking now, and you heard even more voices and loud music playing. “Not much. Why?”

~

It didn’t take much to convince Kirishima to come over to your place. Just one, ‘I’m feeling uneasy and I don’t want to be alone,’ got him through the door in no time. You’d heard a few of his friends protest, telling him to just invite you to the house, but those demands went ignored which you were delighted about. You felt a little guilty using Kirishima’s righteous sense of gallantry for your own selfish gain, but that guilt dissipated as soon as you found him on your front porch.

Though it was winter, Kirishima sported basketball shorts and a tank that showed off his impressive brawn. He always used to say that he ran hot and never really got chilly, which you knew to be true when you pulled him into a snug hug. His arms were warm as they wrapped around you and he smelled vaguely like spicy cologne. Taking him in, you thought it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“Thanks for coming,” you murmured into his broad chest, “I know I’m just being a baby, but I’m glad you’re here.”

“Nah, it’s no problem at all! I wouldn’t leave a lady all alone in a big house like this.” He pulled his head away with his arms still wrapped around you. “You look really nice.”

You bit your lip. You didn’t do much besides shower and put a tiny bit of mascara on. You were in your pajamas shorts and you might have put on that one bra that made your chest draw more attention than usual, but you had on a simple look...and you tried very hard to obtain it. Judging by how Kirishima’s eyes kept flicking down to your cleavage, you knew that you’d pulled off your alluring nonchalance with success.

“Can I get you anything?” You asked while walking towards the kitchen while Kirishima unshouldered his backpack next to the couch. “Water? Juice?...Beer?”

“What are you gonna have?”

You casted a bashful look his way. “That depends entirely on you.”

“I’ll have a beer.” Kirishima grinned, his hands in his pockets.

Returning to the couch with two glass drinks in hand, you handed one off to Kirishima and seated yourself next to him, purposefully brushing your bare shoulder against his arm before settling in. Neither of you really cared about what played on the television so you chose a random channel, nervous about spending too much being indecisive, and landed on an old cheesy classic horror movie that was in black and white. Zombies. What a mood setter.

Idle chit-chat survived as the yawning drawls of menacing pale-faced villains gathering to hunt in herds. Kirishima asked how you did on your finals and you inquired about what exactly he was doing when you called. He admitted that there was a party at his house, but said he wasn’t all that into it, explaining that it was Kaminari’s idea.

“He said it was supposed to be a favor for a friend, but I think that was just another excuse to get shit-faced,” Kirishima explained, taking a sip of his second beer.

“Uh-huh…” A friend. You couldn’t help but think about how Kaminari previously referred to Shinsou as a friend, but quietly shook that thought out of your mind. You didn’t want to think about that strange, albeit beautiful enigma while you were with Kirishima.

A blood curdling shriek from the movie snapped your attention back to the scream. You were about to laugh and make a comment about chocolate syrup used as blood, when Kirishima tensed next to you. You looked up at him and saw that he was grimacing, even recoiling a little bit as the zombies claimed their next victim.

“Are you scared, Ei?” You asked, scooting closer to the redhead. You rested your head on his shoulder and peered up curiously, pouting your lips.

“Huh?” Kirishima eyed you. “Nah, ‘course not. I love scary movies.” You could tell by the tenor in his voice that he was lying. You thought it was cute that he was trying to tough it out. “What about you? Sure you can handle a scary movie after you’ve been feeling jittery all night?”

He poked your side and you jumped, laughing bashfully as you attempted to hold his hand back. You gazed up at him through your lashes, focusing on using that innocent look you’d used countless times before when you wanted something.

“I feel very safe with you here,” you whispered breathily, watching as Kirishima’s pupils expanded while your fingers tip-toed up his arms. You pushed yourself up and hooked a leg over his waist, settling evenly over the growing bulge in his shorts. You took the glass bottle out of his hands, kept eye contact with him while you took a sip, and placed the bottle on the side table.

Kirishima didn’t miss a beat, his large hands resting comfortably at your hips. “You really mean that?” He asked as his fingers curled around the hem of your shirt.

You leaned into him, your lips a breath away from his. “I mean everything that I say.” Then, you kissed him, slowly at first, smoothly drawing your tongue along his bottom lip, before he ran his hand up your back and pulled you deeper onto him.

Kirishima kissed you like he was drinking in the taste of you and still coming back thirsty. His hands explored your body as if it were both his first time and possibly the last, wanting to get the most out of you as humanly possible. One of his large hands trailed up your shirt, squeezing your side before cupping your right breast, while the other hand brushed through your hair, tugging on you lightly to elicit soft moans out through your lips.

The familiar sensation of being leered at came after Kirishima stripped you of your shirt.

“You’re so hot,” he breathed before kissing the rounded curve of your breasts. While he worked to unclasp your bra, you glanced back to the window to see your curtains drawn open. Kirishima noticed and asked, “should we close them?”

There was nothing to be seen out the window, but you still felt watched. The thing is, you didn’t care. If there happened to be mesmerizing indigo eyes staring at you through the window, then so mote it be. “It’s okay. Nobody’s out there.”

You sighed when Kirishima took your left nipple into your mouth, pinching your right one with his fingers until they were both taut and colored by the flush of your blood. You massaged his head while his sharp teeth worried at you, growing a little more aggressive. The creeping feeling of being monitored intensified tenfold when you reached down to stroke Kirishima through his shorts. He moaned when your thumb ran circles around the wet spot at the tip of his tent. He pulled you down so you were rubbing against him, and you felt an aching tension grow in your hips.

“Ei,” you mewled, pulling at the drawstrings of his shorts.

“Yeah,” he rasped in understanding, and briskly swept you over and onto your back.

Years ago, an ex-boyfriend of yours told you that he loved to fuck you because you weren’t breakable. He could bite you until you bled, choke you until you nearly passed out (sometimes you did), and hell, he’d even hit you a couple times while he was inside of you. He left bruises all over your body for everyone to see—like he wanted people to know who you belonged to. You didn’t really mind it, at least, not while you were with him. The thing is, he was wrong about you. You were very breakable. You had bones that could shatter and skin that could scar. But a part of you wanted to be broken and that was why you never stopped him, even when you knew he treated you wrong.

Kirishima never treated you wrong. He provided service between your legs, making sure you were shaking and clutching the couch cushions, barely able to form a coherent sentence by the time he was done, and he kissed you up your torso as he would make his way back to face you, where he asked if you were okay and if he could continue. When he was inside of you, he started off slowly, whispering to you all about how good you felt, how tight you were, how he thought about this all the time. No, Kirishima never treated you wrong, but he also knew about your ex-boyfriend. He knew he didn’t have to hold back with you. So after easing into you, after making sure you were well taken care of, he knew that he didn’t have to restrain himself. He hurt you too, like how you’d asked him to in the past.

With each stroke came a pained pleasure, a violent hunt searching for a violent release. He fucked you like you were a secret that he wished the world to know about, and when you yelped and when you cried, it was like you were granting him his wish. You knew it would come to this, and though you wouldn’t have asked him to hurt you now, you didn’t mind it. Kirishima was still a good guy—a sweetheart, your loving friend. You also knew that even the kindest, most caring guys had animalistic urges clawing at their skin. And how could you really deny him this clandestined divulgence when you were the one using him from the beginning?

He came inside of you, panting out a string of obscenities as he thrusted the last bit of his energy into your already tender core. He seized your lips as if they were his to take, though in that moment, one could say that they were, and cradled you in his strong, too-hot arms.

“Holy shit, that was...you were ncredible,” he muttered against your jaw as he began peppering you with more kisses. “I love you so fucking much.”

“What?” You put a hand to his broad chest and pushed back very gently.

Kirishima brows frowned. He was already realizing his mistake. “I...didn’t mean…”

“What?” You asked, gathering your shirt from off the ground. “You didn’t mean it, or you didn’t mean to say it?”

The absurd paradox that was your sex life: you could do pain, you could do borderline abuse, but love was where you drew the line. Kirishima knew that all too well. If you counted on your fingers how many times you have had this conversation with him, you’d need to use your toes as well.

“You know how I feel about you,” he argued, decently handing you your pajama shorts when you pointed at them. “I didn’t mean to say it.”

“Well,” you sighed, not even really having the energy to disagree. Instead, you grabbed your shoes.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. I think I’m gonna go on a walk. I need to cool down.”

“Let me come with you. You said you were feeling uneasy earlier.”

“Are you going to try to talk about us?” You asked, using your fingers to make quotation marks around the word ‘us’.

“I don’t see what the big deal is!” Kirishima stood up to put his own shorts back on. He stopped you when you were at your front door, throwing his hand up to keep it from opening. “You know that I would be good for you…”

“Let me leave, Kiri.”

“Oh, so I’m Kiri now?”

“You’re always Kiri.”

Kirishima shook his head, incredulous. “Not when you want to fuck me. Then I’m Ei,” he accused. He had a point, but you were too upset to admit it. So instead, you crossed your arms and took a step back, glaring out the window. Kirishima sighed. “I just don’t understand why you won’t give us a chance.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

“Then when?”

“Ideally? Never.” You reached for the doorknob, but Kirishima kept his hand on the door, unmoving. You shot him a look, softening up an ounce. “C’mon, Kirishima. Let me just...clear my head. I...am aware that I’m overreacting, and I’m sorry. It’s just a touchy subject, I guess.” Gingerly, you touched his arm, and despite knowing better, you gave him a peck on the cheek. “We can talk when I get back, okay?”

Kirishima exhaled, relaxing a bit. “Yeah, okay.” He cleared the way and ambled back to the couch, not casting you another glance until you opened the door. “Just be safe.”

“Will do,” you promised, and you were out the door.

~

The night air was brisk which you were thankful for. The cool was refreshing against your more-than-hot skin, so it kept you grounded and alert. Your thoughts raged war inside your head as you chastised yourself for being a manipulative bitch. You thought about what you would say to Kirishima, how you would explain to him yet again exactly why you didn’t want to be in a relationship, and what you would do to get any more romantic thoughts out of his head. Growing frustrated with trying to find the right words, you decided to start picking up the litter the kids from earlier tossed around. There was so much of it around, and honestly? you felt like you should do maybe one good deed tonight to balance out your karma.

You zigzagged through the streets, collecting the trash in your hands. You felt gross because a lot of this shit was lodged in the gutter, plastered down by the rain. One flier in particular was especially stubborn with letting you pick it up. You had to use your nails to finally get it in your clutches. You thought that you’d have to make a second shower when you were done with this. Kirishima would probably want to join you...

It came before you knew what literally hit you. Pain shot through you as you were projected back maybe twenty feet through the air. You wanted to scream, but when your back hit the ground, the wind rushed out of your lungs at the same time you heard an excruciating crack. Your ears rang as your fingers and toes twitched until they stilled, disobeying your commands to tell them to move.

Blaring music cut out, and you heard erratic voices muffled by the dull roar of an engine—the Jeep you’d seen earlier.

“Go back!” A female voice cried. It was familiar. Was that Yui Kodai? You were too...out of it to tell, and when you tried to raise your head to check, sharp pain seized up your spine. You attempted speaking, but it was like your lungs were crushed and mangled, no longer able to do their job. All you could do was listen. All you could do was feel.

“It was just a fucking cat!” A man yelled back.

“It wasn’t a cat! You just killed that girl!”

“Will you shut the fuck up!” Quieter and quieter the voices came. “It was a fucking cat, and we don’t tell anybody about this, end of story.”

But I’m alive, you thought loudly at them. Please...come back…

The screeching of those tires bolting down the street was the most devastating noise you’d ever heard in your entire life.

Karma was a dirty bitch that played with her own deck. You affronted yourself, reasoning that if only you had stayed inside with Kirishima, work things out, kiss him, make him feel better, this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe you shouldn’t have called him at all. That really should’ve been for the best. You knew what you were doing when your fingers dialed his number. And now you were paying for it.

So this was it. This was your punishment. This is how it ends. You, laying abandoned in the gutter of your street, dying. At least, you could see the night sky. You had the stars to keep you company, though focusing on them was painful when you fought dizzying sensations that kept the stars blurred and seemingly...red.

“What a shame,” came a familiar loquacious purr. Your mind told you to move your head to find the source of the voice, but again, you were stuck, hopelessly sputtering and defeated.

Then a beautiful creature came into view, though from where you were positioned, Shinsou’s face was upside-down. Still, you were glad—glad that the last thing you were going to see before you died, was something so...incredible.

The movement was like a blur; one moment Shinsou was standing above you, the next he was crouched beside you. Pearly white arms stretched out in front of you, and you felt a scorching burn, then Shinsou brought his hands back, and inspected the crimson liquid that coated his fingertips. He inhaled, closing his eyes as if the smell was enticing to him, and you were suddenly struck with unease. That was your blood.

Blinking up at him in disgust, you were frustrated that you couldn’t bark out a thousand questions like: why don’t you call for help? Why did you just touch a dead girl? Why are you looking at my blood?! But you were stuck, paralyzed, unable to stutter out a single word.

That was when you saw two elongated fangs poking out through his gums. The caged organ in your chest gave a strained thrust and Shinsou’s eyes snapped open as if in direct reaction to your heartbeat.

He sighed. “A shame that you get to taste me before I get to taste you…”

Shinsou’s eyes shifted down the street, then you felt his arms wrap around you. The sky became a blur and then it disappeared, suddenly replaced by shrouds of leaves and branches. You wanted to cry. Being touched—being moved was excruciating, but you couldn’t do a thing besides stare and blink.

“Here’s the deal,” Shinsou began, pulling up his sleeves and discarding the bracelets from around his wrist. “I’m going to give you my blood.”

Hah?! Your brows creased.

“Oh, you can understand me. Good. My blood’s got a healing agent in it that’s probably the only thing that will save your life.” Shinsou looked you in the eyes and you saw the same thing he showed you at Kirishima’s last party: pupils so black that they appeared white. “It’s a highly addictive substance, but I think since you’re already so far gone, it won’t be all too affected by it. You might experience some side effects, such as heightened visual and auditory senses, feeling euphoric or stronger than you are, and-“ he smirked- “increased libido.”

As he kept talking, you felt your mind swimming, as if you weren’t going into hysterics already. Maybe that was it. You were imagining this because you were dying and your brain was graciously giving you a scenario that was better than your reality which was actually you alone and broken on the side of the road. Despite the situation, your lips managed to twitch upwards. At least you were sticking to your character. These past couple weeks, you’d been going insane and now you were leaving the world as batsy as ever.

White wrists met pale lips and a grim noise made your stomach turn as you watched Shinsou bite himself. He hovered his injured arm over your mouth, then he hesitated.

“But wait,” he said in a sardonic tone. “What was it you were going off about the last time we met? Consent?”

If your body could have shuddered, it would have. This was exactly like when you’d try to fall asleep and remember all the embarrassing things you’d ever said and done in grade school, only now you were nearing death’s gate, and you had to endure the memory of you awkwardly sputtering your righteous jargon to a stranger. Good grief. If there was a god who had control over your mind, he was a damn sadist.

“So what say you, darlin’? Want me to save you? Blink twice if yes-“ he shrugged- “die if not.”

You glared at him. Let’s just rub salt into your wounds, why don’t we? Deciding to entertain your delusions, you blinked pointedly, twice, hating the self-assured expression on this sicko’s perfect face.

“I’m glad to see that you value your life,” he said, then raised his wrist over your mouth. You felt droplets fall against your lips. You no longer had the energy to protest—not even to grimace and tighten your mouth. Instead, the liquid lazily trinkled onto your tongue and down your throat.

The change started immediately. Your muscles tensed and tightened in a sort of soothing, weaving motion. You’d heard pops as your bones cracked back into the place which would have disgusted you if you weren’t so distracted by the wonderful sensation on your tongue. Shinsou tasted like nothing you’d ever had before—sweet nectar, rich and pleasing. Your tongue lapped at his skin until feeling returned to your hands and you grasped firmly onto his arm and began sucking harder, greedier, at once needing more and knowing you wouldn’t be able to get enough.

Shinsou began raising his arm away from you, but you chased it, following his motion by lifting your healed torso as more of your bones snapped back into place. Your entire body was frenzying with elated tingles. You felt euphoric, high, and if you were still coerced to believe you were dying, you’d have thought that you’d gone to heaven. But you knew better now. This was present and this was real. This was everything.

“I see that you’re enjoying yourself.” Shinsou pressed his hand against your jaw and dragged it back to the nape of your neck. He stilled, then tightened his hold on you, trying to ease you off of him. “That’s enough.”

But it wasn’t. You pulled, knowing full well this was going to end, but wanting desperately for it to not. Shinsou’s fingers sunk into your hair and pulled, baring his teeth—baring his fangs—at you. Once you were pried away, he sucked in a breath and hissed.

“That’s good,” he said, his thumb wiping at the corner of your mouth where renegade blood seemed to have escaped. “That’s good,” he cooed again, the melody in his voice all but worshipped you. You eyed his wrist, noting that there wasn’t a bite mark in sight. You shook as his thumb brushed against your bottom lip. “Satisfied?”

“More,” you demanded childishly without a care. It wasn’t fair. He was a bully dangling a treat right in front of you while you were starving and tied to a pole. Gathering some sense of morale, you breathed and asked, “please. More.”

“Greedy girl.” Shinsou sneered. God, even when he was making such a nasty face, he was still so...pretty. You couldn’t stand it. “There’s a time and a place for everything, and there’s not a lot that I do without asking for something in return. It all comes with a price.”

“A price?” You asked, still dazed from your elation. At this point, you’d do borderline anything for just one more taste. And honestly, with someone with the same aura as him, you certainly wouldn’t mind doing anything…

“A price,” he reiterated darkly, his lips curling into a grin. “An eye for an eye, as the saying goes…”

“Do you want...my blood?” Your heart jumped.

“I do,” he purred, and as if on reflex, you extended an arm out to him, ushering him to take whatever he wanted. Balls to thinking about what a ludicrous idea that was—you had one thing on your mind: his blood. Shinsou took your arm and brought your wrist to his mouth. You tensed, thinking he was going to bite, but he merely placed a tender kiss to the back of your wrist, sending jubilant waves of pleasure to flutter up your arm. Then, he snickered. “But I can’t take yours tonight. You’ve already lost so much, and your veins are tainted with...well, me.”

Trepidation settled deep in the pit of your stomach. You were not much closer to thinking like a normal human being, but you were hit with the realization that you just drank some guy’s blood...after being hit by a car. You stirred, raring yourself to stand up—if you even could—but Shinsou held you firmly, forcing you to look at him straight on.

A light buzzing noise rang in your ears while you swam in the pools of his magnificent eyes. Your body went numb for the second time this night, but this numb was more of a warm blanket than anything else. You felt secure, despite your situation, and that was what he wanted.

When he spoke, he was simultaneously right in front of you, and inside of you. He was a whisper of a thought, but a furore of a demand as well. He said, “you’re going to go home...send that putrid, hormonal mongrel on his way...and hide yourself under your covers. You’re going to go into a very deep sleep, and if you can help yourself, you won’t be dreaming about anything. Not even me.” His words rocked you gently like a lulling cradlesong. All you could manage to do was nod at his every request. He went on, “and the next time you feel my presence around your home, you’re going to open the door and invite me in. Do I make myself clear?”

As quickly as it came, your calmed mood disappeared as Shinsou blinked at you. Suddenly very sleepy, you tilted your head at the stranger. “Putrid, hormonal mongrel? Do you mean Kirishima?” You grinned when Shinsou’s eyes narrowed. “Were you watching us?”

A low rumble came from Shinsou’s throat that confirmed your accusation. This certainly wasn’t anyway to thank someone who might’ve just saved your life, but you couldn’t help but poke the bear. “What is it?” You ragged. “Are you jealous?”

His demeanor changed in a flash. One moment he looked ready to kill, and in the next, he was tame, wearing a cool mask to support his laxly facade. Shinsou abruptly stood up, cursorily bringing you to your feet with him, and held you so your back was pressed against his chest. You felt the need to stumble—you weren’t used to moving so fast!—but his arms locked you into place.

“You mean like how you were with Miss Kodai,” he quipped against you, his chilled breath caressing your ear. You inhaled sharply, striving to keep yourself from warbling out any embarrassing, telling sounds, but when he pulled some hair away from your neck, and his pinky finger just barely grazed your oversensitive skin, you couldn’t stop the shaky sigh that departed your lips. “Is that why you went out of your way to put yourself in such an uncomfortable situation? Because you were jealous.”

“I wasn’t,” you lied in an attempt to convince yourself that you weren’t. You had no reason to be. You didn’t know him. He was just some kid you saw at a party, and now he was...what was he? Your savior?

Your breath hitched as his hands slithered down your sides, taking their place at your hips. Your heart pounded against your chest when his fingers intentionally grazed over the bit of skin that was bare between your shorts and your shirt.

“You sure about that?” Shinsou dipped his head to lick the column of your throat. A rush of heat settled between your thighs when he flicked his tongue over your pulse point, sucking the tender skin into his mouth. You felt something sharp press against you, and you instinctively craned your neck more to the side to grant him more access, while you pushed your ass back against his hardening groin, nails digging into the arms that were caging you against him. A low groan escaped him, and for a moment, you thought he’d tear through the skin, rip out your vocal chords, and leave you for dead, when he finally pulled his head away.

“Don’t...stop.” You wanted to cringe at your plea. It wasn’t everyday that you actually had to ask for something like this to happen, forget wanting it to begin with. But as Shinsou toyed with the little hairs at the back of your neck, you felt nothing short of longing for things to escalate.

A dark chuckle sounded in your ear. Shinsou whispered, “go home and do as you're told,” before kissing your earlobe. You bit your lip, wanting for his kiss to linger, but instead, he took your chin into his hand and turned you to face him. “And please note that if you don’t, I will find out. I’ll know if your lips touch that mongrel again, too.” You half wanted to inform him that you and Kirishima did far more than ‘touch lips’ earlier, but seeing that threatening look in his eye, you decided against it. “There is a price for everything, my sweet sanguine.”

He released you, and it took everything out of you not to fall to the ground. Shinsou paced a few steps ahead of you when you reached a hand out and called, “hold up!” He stopped, turned his head, and waited. You were going to demand answers to the questions jostling in your head, but you were suddenly very shy. “Where... are you going?”

Shinsou hummed, considering the question and probably enjoying the look of desperation on your face. Finally, he said, “I quite like cats.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and waited for an explanation. When he didn’t give you one, you prompted, “cats?”

“Yeah, cats. I heard there were a couple cretins running around assaulting cats. I just want to make sure your neighborhood is safe.”

“For cats?!” You demanded, but without explaining himself further, he was gone. Like he literally disappeared. The only thing left of him was a playful message resounding in your head.

‘Do try to not get hit by a car on the way home.’

~

You sauntered the way back to your house, not feeling the least bit sore from the events that unfurled over the night. Having past the spot you’d been hit, you saw dark spots in the road from where you probably had been bleeding out, so you knew that it happened, but your mind was too fuzzy to really contemplate how and why you survived. All you really could think about was how good it felt to have Shinsou touch you—how you’d be counting the days until you would feel him prowling around your house again.

When you got home, you saw that the downstairs bathroom light was on, and the television was on some kind of sports channel. It looked like Kirishima wasn’t entirely invested in the zombie movie you’d put on. You quietly crept up the stairs and slid into the bathroom adjacent to your bedroom. When you saw yourself in the mirror, you gasped.

“Troll,” you hissed at your reflection. Your face was crusty with reds and browns—blood and mud?! And your hair was a mess of dirt and leaves! Your pajamas were shredded and splitter with the same essence that covered the rest of your body. You were disgusting! It didn’t stop there, either! When you took your shirt off, the bruises that littered your skin on your ribs and meat your stomach were countless. You really put the zombies in that old movie to shame.

While you showered, you agonized over the thought of Shinsou seeing you in such an awful state. The water ran down to your drain in a river of rust-colored muck and you wanted to be swallowed down with it.

When you were out of the shower, the only evidence left from the night’s events were the purpling contusions on your torso which you tucked away with your towel. You were sure that the bruising would be worse tomorrow, but you pushed the thought out of your mind and tried to focus on the great night’s sleep you were supposed to be getting.

However, when you opened the door to run to your room, you were greeted with a sheepish looking Kirishima, his hand on the back of his neck. When he saw you standing there in nothing but a towel, his eyes widened and he quickly looked away. “Oh shit, I’m sorry!”

“What were you expecting?” You asked, grinning at the blooming flush of red at the tips of his ears. For god’s sake, he fucked you earlier.

“I...don’t know. Shit, shit. Uh-“

“It’s okay, Kiri.” You leaned against your doorframe and watched his adam’s apple bob. Chewing on your lip, you could already hear Shinsou’s demands swimming around your head.

Send that putrid, hormonal mongrel on his way…

“I just wanted to really apologize to you about earlier...” As Kirishima went on, your attention shot to the bead of sweat appearing on his temple. Heat radiated off his body which made you yearn to be closer to him. God, he was such a good guy. You couldn’t just kick him out in the middle of the night. You didn’t want to. You wanted to be closer to him, which should make you feel bad, but you didn’t feel anything but ravenous.

“Kiri,” you murmured and dropped your towel. Kirishima froze, and with the willpower of a thousand suns, managed to keep his eyes away from you.

“Um. Yeah?” He gulped.

“Ei,” you strummed, lifting your hand out to cup his jaw. You turned his face towards you, watched his eyes trail down your naked body, and kissed his lips, pushing him back and into your room.

When you were done with him, you hid on the covers, and fell into a very, very deep sleep, where you didn’t dream about anything. Not even Shinsou.

[iaminlovewithtrr]

Christmas with a stranger

This is my submission for 'gift of cheer' by @cordonianroyalty and @texaskitten30. This is the fluff one shot requested by @anjanettaexcordonia.

Characters belong to pixelberry

Pairings:LiamxRiley

A/N: this is the first fic I have ever written, so i apologize for any mistakes. Criticism is openly accepted, negative or otherwise. Feel free to say anything!

Tags: @texaskitten30 @cordonianroyalty

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Summary: Two strangers spend Christmas day with which each other, which changes the rest of their lives.....

Song inspiration: All I want for Christmas is you

Word count:2683

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

Don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas Day

I just want you for my own

It was the morning of Christmas, and Riley was overly excited. She always waited for this time of the year, especially Christmas. Nothing is more enjoyable than sipping cider in the presence of her beloved and enjoying the Christmas meal, she always thoughts. Orphaned at 4 ,she didn't had a blood family to celebrate with , but was blessed with a great deal of foster family and friends. Every year, during Christmas, as a sort of tribute, she spends the entire day celebrating with the children of her previous foster care. Watching those kids playing merrily reminded her of her own good days in the past.

She quickly ate her breakfast and made her way out of her NY apartment, whistling and softly humming to the tune of All I want for Christmas is you, her favorite song.

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

Baby....

She was so engrossed in her little singing gig that she barely registered the stranger coming towards her, and crashed right into his broad chest, spilling her reticule's content on the sidewalk.

"Oof"she yelped, rubbing her forhead.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me help with those! " the stranger apologized.

Riley and the stranger kneeled down at the same moment to collect her scattered belonging, and for the first time the two glanced into each others eyes. Ocean blue eyes locking onto dark ones. Damn... Those eyes.. Riley swallowed.

"Ahem" she softy cleared her thought, quickly collected her belongings, and stood up.

"Sorry for that. Should've watched my steps. " then she quickly disappeared into the crowd, not noticing the stranger eyes on her from behind.

Riley finally arrived at the foster care. Loving hearts. A bit strange name, but filling her chest with warmth nonetheless. She rummaged through her reticule for her Digital key card, but it was not there.

"Uh...?"she muttered. "Where the hell is my keycard? "

After a few moment of searching she gave up. "Im not going to get in there without my key card...."

"Excuse me Miss.... But I belive this is yours. " a voice behind her startled her.

Riley turned around and found herself staring at the pair of those same dark eyes she encountered earlier. I'd recognise those eyes anywhere, even though I had stared at his eyes for less than 5 seconds. The (cute) guy i bumped with!

"Ahem" the stranger let out a exaggerated cough and riley realised that she has been staring at his face for a solid 10 seconds.

"Right.. Ahem... Sorry... I mean... Thank you for returning this. You totally saved my ass--, i mean my...my...job". Way to make a fool of yourself Riley.

The stranger laughed quitly. "Well then I am glad I could save your job. But I should get going."

Just as he turned, a little voice in the back of her head called out to her, and instinctively she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Er... Sir... I know this is extremly forward of me... But if you would be kind enough to spend the day with volunteering at the orphanage I work at? We are kinda short-staffed tonight, and there aren't much volunteers. Those children at the orphanage will be quite happy to see a new face. You could spend the with them. And me. If you are free, that is?

Crap. Crap. Crap. This i really asked a random hot stranger to volunteer?! Snap the hell out of it Riley!

Plz say yes. Plz say yes. The little voice inside her screamed.

To her surprise, he gave her a smile. "Id be happy to. I don't have any special plans for today. Btw. "

He smiled, and stuck out her hand to shake hers.

"Liam Rys"

"Riley Brooks". She said she she shook his hand. A familiar electric tinge sparked through her veins as she held his hand. His hand impossibly smooth underneath her. Woah! Are guys even supposed to have this soft hands? I wonder what kind of moisturiser he uses....

"Miss Brooks --"

"Call me Riley. "

"Well ahem, Riley.. it is rather cold outside. What say we make it inside? "

"Oh right."

She quickly swiped her keycard and stepped inside, sighing contentedly as the warm air from the heaters enveloped her. She melted a little inside as she felt Liam's warm body alongside her. Brushing this aside, she focused her attention on the scenario in front of her. Numerous gift boxes piled beneath the Christmas tree... Children merrily running and there... Volunteers mingling with each other and the children... The aroma of the food... And the Christmas songs softly playing in the background. A wide smile played on her lips.

While Riley was busy observing the surroundings, Liam found his sight stuck on the beautiful women he had known for not more than 15 minutes. She was beautiful, in a way that the noble ladies back at home in Cordonia arn't. And seeing her here in here element, smiling widely without giving a damn about public decorum or whatsoever, he found himself attracted to her. And without a second thought, he agreed to volunteer. We'll see how the day goes...

Liam cleared his throat, claiming her attention. "So what needs to be done? "

"As you can see this is a orphanage, so the children here dont have any families to celebrate the holidays with. So each year, myself and many other gather here to celebrate the celebrate with them. Thats what we have to do. Mingle with the children, play with them... And make them feel loved. "

"Sure. I can definately do that. I actually volunteered too at orphanages back home."

"If I may ask, Where are you from?

Liam immediately stiffened at the question. When he asked his father for a quiet getaway before the beginning of the social season, meeting Riley was not on the itinerary. And the fact that he was leaving Tommorow didnt helped either. The last thing he wanted to do was to lie with her, but he wasn't going to destroy these good moments he had with her by revealing that he was the crown prince of cordonia.

"I'm actually from one of the small islands surrounding Greece. "

Before she could open her mouth to ask more, Liam immediately turned away to play with one of the children.

The day went on quite peacefully and quite enjoyable for Liam. Holidays back home were anything besides spending with families. It was all about press conferences and photo ops and disguised motives hidden away in gifts. But here I was a lot more different, the sight of children playfully jostling each other without giving a damn made him smile, as that was the part of childhood he missed.

He suddenly felt a small hand on his shoulder and his pulse quickened at the feel of skin over his clothes. Behind her was Riley, holding a eggnog mug in her hands.

"Not to ruin your volunteering gig, but I got you something. "She said as she handed him the mug. Their fingers brushed, and lingered for just a moment longer.

"Ahem. Thank you. " Liam blushed, his ears turning pink.

Riley chucked softly at his antics. He is already so cute, and looks extra cute while he blushes.

Night came quickly. After winding up all the activities for the day including the gift exchanging and christmas dinner, all the children were put to bed and the volunteers were bidding their goodbyes. Only the foster care staff plus liam was left behind.

Riley glanced around. All the staff were mingling on the rooftop, with only her and Liam left in the main hall.

"Hey.... " she softly asked Liam, who was lounging in a chair beside her.

"Yeah? "

"Will you accompany me for a little walk around the times square? I just wanna clear my head a bit. " And hopefully spend some time with you...

He smiled. "Sure! Just let me get my coats. "

The pair walker out of the building and into the cold, brisk night. Celebrations were in full swing outside. Its called the city who never sleeps for Nothing.

Outside was really cold, and with the softly falling snow Riley barely suppressed the shiver that ran up het spine. Suddenly she felt strong arms around her shoulders and a moment later a coat was wrapped around them.

"I would be a terrible gentleman if a let a beautiful lady like you freeze to death. "

"Beautiful, huh? " she teased.

He blushed. That blush.

They both arrived at the square, staring at the enormous Christmas tree situated in the very middle. The glow of the lights and mini bulbs bathing them both in a gentle bluish light.

"Its really beautiful, isnt it? Riley asked. Just as she turned her head towards him liam's eyes quickly found their ways towards the decoration. Was he really admiring me than the beautiful decoration in front of him? Was it possible that he was feeling the same fluttering in his heart that she felt whenever they interacted? No, it can't be. I am reading onto this too much. We are strangers. Strangers.

"Indeed it is. " Liam quitly whispered, hiding the blush in his cheeks. Crap, she caught him staring at her. I hope she doesnt think i am creep or something. To Liam even the most beautiful decorations paled in front of her, she was more beautiful than any sights he had laid his eyes on. Don't get too attached, Liam. Its temporary. You are going to leave tomorrow. There can nothing be between you and her. You have a duty back home. This is just a little escape from reality. They are strangers. Strangers.

Just then the local band striked up a a waltz. All around them peoples paired up, with Riley watching the couples with a hopeful gleam in her eyes... which didnt went unnoticed by Liam. And in that moment, he knew what he had to do.

Liam bowed a little in front of her, and held out his hand, his other arm draped around his back. "May I have this dance? "

She smiled as she put her hand into his, her pulse quickning, "It would be my pleasure. "

She awkwardly bowed, earning a chuckle from Liam as he sweeped her in his arms, her one hand on his shoulder, his on her waist, their free hand twined together. They elegantly twirled together on the makeswift dance floor, stepping in time to each rhythm. As they glided together, liam couldnt help but gaze down at her angelic face, illuminated by the surroundings. His gaze strayed to her lips just as Riley glanced at him, they met each other halfway as their lips come together in a magnetic kiss. Time seemed to stopped when his lips met hers, and the flutter in their chest intensified. Riley's finger gently curled in his coat as liam tangled his hands in her soft brown curls. She smelled like jasmine, a scent that liam is all too familiar with. Their hands tighten around each other, almost desperately, refusing to let go, their lips moving against each other in perfect harmony. Liam tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest, and Riley softly sighed as she breathed in the scent of him.

For that moment it was only the two of them in the entire world, all the surroundings fading into nothing. Their little bubble of heaven was broken as the pair heard the the sound of clapping and soft cheering. Flustered, Liam grasped her hand and led both of them out of the dance floor and into the streets, grinning all the way.

The two of them found themselves at the threshold of a quint restaurant, and they both collapsed onto the stairs, still holding each other while wearing goofy smiles.

"So... That was.... Something else.. " Riley chuckled.

"Indeed it was. " Liam snickered.

As he glanced down at the lady in his arms, Liam felt a sudden tinge of guilt in his chest. I still haven't told her who I am. I have to tell her.

After her laughter had subsided, Liam gently took her shoulders in his hands and looked square in her eyes. "Riley, can I have a word with you? "

"Yeah... What happened? "

"I haven't told you where I am from, or what I am doing alone in a unknown city without my family. The truth is I am the Crown Prince of a small country called Cordonia. "

Riley stared at him, then burst into laughter. "Haha, Liam, nice joke. If you are a crown prince then i'm Kate Middleton." She stopped laughing when she saw the look on his face. "Oh, you are serious?"

Liam nodded. "Of course. I have no reason to lie to you. I just wanted to let you know that....that...." He struggled to move forward. "That i'll be leaving for Cordonia Tommorow morning. My social season will commence once I get back. I have to choose a bride from all the noble ladies presented to me as suitors. "

Her face fell. "You... You are really going back... I just thought we.... " She trailed off.

"I knew Riley, and I am sorry that I didn't told you sooner. I understand if you are mad--"

"Of course im not mad Liam. You did what you thought was the best. You just wanted a nice time without wandering about your duties."

"I... I wished we had more time together Riley." He whispered.

"Then lets make the most of it. We just have this night tonight, Liam. And I want to make it count. For just this one night let's just be Riley and Liam, two peoples without any obligations.

Riley pointed to the mistletoe over their head, then leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss. He immediately responded, his hand cupping the side of her neck tenderly as she ran her hair through his dark hair. They pulled apart, staring into each others eyes, then their lips came together again, more passionately this time.

"Merry Christmas, Riley."

"Merry Christmas, Liam."

The night was spend together in Liam's suite, tangled in the sheets and in each other's arms.

************

The next morning

Liam woke up in his room.... Alone. He glanced around, none of Riley's belongings were in sight. A single note was on the coffee table beside the bed.

Liam,

I want you to know that the short time I have spend with you more to me than I could describe. You gave me the one thing I wanted most for Christmas...Family. I'm grateful for that. I'm sorry that I had to convey this to you by a letter, but i thought it would be better for both of us. Perhaps we will meet again.

Riley

Liam reached and wiped the lone tear that has escaped on his cheek. "I'm grateful for our time together too, Riley.

**********

Cordonia

It was the evening of the masquerade ball in the palace. Liam was dressed in his usual black regalia with a matching ornate mask. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts managed to make their way back to Riley. Be a good prince, Liam. She's gone.

Liam stood in the huge elegant ballroom, a queue of noble ladies in front of him. Each lady he encountered, whether it was the poodle loving lady Penelope, the diplomat's daughter Kiara, or his best friend Olivia, made him realize that none of them were her.

The next lady approached, who was adorned in a white angel costume, with a literal halo above her head, her blue eyes peeking out of the glittering mask. Why are those eyes familiar...

"Hello..." Liam greeted her politely. "I don't believe we have met... Have we?"

The women smiled, then reached behind the back of her head to loosen the mask strings, Liam caught a glimpse of a familiar face as she removed her mask.

"Riley..."

[hopelikethemoon]

Bleed (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Bleed Rating: PG-13 Length: 1400 Warnings: Violence (mentions of gun violence, bullet wounds, blood, and medical procedures) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in late November 1991. I’m going to do a follow up chapter in a few days, I do believe.  Summary: Reader is shot. 

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From where you were laying, you could see a body laying on the opposite side of the Jeep. There was shattered glass on the ground from the busted out car window. 

And there was blood — your blood. Your arm wasn’t even the worst of it. A few spots were bleeding from slamming your arm into the broken glass on the way down…

But the main concern was the wet sensation pooling under your leg. 

The world was swimming around you. The pain had shifted into a numb throb, a tingling sensation radiating up your thigh, into your hip, before fanning out. 

Your cheeks felt simultaneously hot and cold — and there was sweat clinging to your brows. 

Everything felt far away. 

You closed your eyes slowly, your eyelids feeling weighed down. Something touched you and you jerked, eyes going wide as you focused on Javier who was kneeling beside you. 

“Baby, baby… you’ve got to stay with me okay.” Javier urged as you watched his hands go to his belt. 

“I’m honored,” You said wryly. “But I’ve been shot.”

A faint smirk played over his lips, “Yet your wit hasn’t been affected.” He quipped as he slid his belt from the loops. “I need to cut these off.” He told you, “Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

You shook your head, “You should see the other guy.” You turned your head, looked across the broken glass to the body of the man you’d shot. 

He had been aiming at Javier. You hadn’t even thought twice about pulling the trigger. You hadn’t even seen the second gunman. 

A soft cry tore from your lips as Javier used his pocket knife to cut your jeans off. The motion caused more blood to gush from your wound and you felt a fresh wave of dizzying nausea take over. Fuck.

This wasn’t good. 

“Keep talking,” Javier told you as he rubbed the back of his hand over his forehead, causing blood to smear there. Yours. That was your blood. “Baby, keep talking.”

“Buy me a drink first,” You hissed out as Javier tossed your ruined jeans aside. 

“That an offer?”

“Maybe.” You could be dying. There was a lot of blood and you felt… off. Was this what dying felt like? 

You’d seen death before. 

Death was a slow creeping shadow. 

One second, a person could be laughing at your kitchen table… and the next minute they could be dead behind the eyes. 

“Hey, hey.” Javier patted your cheek. “Eyes open.”

“Trying.” You mumbled, tilting your head to watch as he wrapped his belt around your thigh and pulled it taut to stop the blood flow. It hurt like a son of a bitch, your skin pinched under the leather. 

But the gaping bullet hole hurt worse. 

“Where the fuck is the ambulance?” Javier seethed as he reached for your hand, giving it a squeeze. “Hey, you’ve got to keep talking.”

“Did they hit you?”

“Baby, I’m fine. I’ll be better if we can get this bleeding stopped.” Javier squeezed your hand again, before shifting to examine the wound. “I think we’ve got it slowed. Goddammit where’s the ambulance?” He looked around frantically. 

“I’m glad you’re here.” You whispered, your eyes falling closed as you let yourself sink into the strange tingling sensation that seemed to envelop you. “I don’t want to die…” 

“No one’s dying.” Javier leaned over you, patting your cheek. “Come on. Open your eyes. Let me see your eyes, baby.”

“I can’t…” 

“Fuck.” Javier rubbed his hand over your cheek, “Come on. I can’t fucking lose you. You can’t do this to me. Come on.” 

You heard a car door slam shut.

“Holy shit—“ Steve swore. “The ambulance was behind me. Fuck. That looks bad. Is she—“

“Still… kicking.” You mumbled, though you weren’t sure how loud your voice was because Steve didn’t even acknowledge you. Javier, on the other hand, squeezed your hand hard enough to hurt. 

“She’s lost a lot of blood and I can’t…” Javier sounded like he was crying. 

You tried to open your eyes, but even that little gesture felt like it was taking too much of your energy. 

“Javier—“ You whispered, weakly squeezing his hand. “It’s okay.”

“Stay with me, okay? You’ve got to stay with me.”

“Peña, you’ve got to let go.” Steve urged, and you felt Javier’s hand jerked out of your grip. 

There were other voices — new ones. You were too tired to translate the Spanish they spoke, your brain catching one or two words as they shifted you from the ground to a stretcher. 

When had the ambulance shown up?

“Javier?” You questioned as someone peeled your eye open and shined a light into it. It wasn’t Javier. 

Someone else had your arm and you flinched as you felt a needle jab into your arm. After that, everything got a lot more confusing. Your thoughts swirled in your head, just out of reach of making coherent sense. You dipped in and out of consciousness, easily drawn into the dark nothingness of whatever shit they had pumping through your IV.

You hated this shit. 

Yet, in this situation you didn’t have much of a choice. 

 ——

 Javier was sitting by your bedside when you woke up. He was sound asleep, resting on his folded arms that he had propped up on your bed about halfway down. His face was turned towards yours — like he had fallen asleep waiting for you to wake up. 

It probably meant something that in what might have been your final moments, he was all you could think of. 

You knew he’d been the one to find his mother and you didn’t want to add to the tragedy in his life. Hell, you knew how he acted when things went wrong for his informants — that guilt he carried with him. 

You had been afraid that you’d be someone else he felt responsible for. Someone else he’d lost. And maybe you were putting more value on yourself, than you actually held in his life. But then again, he was sitting by your bedside and no one else was. 

“Javi,” You whispered as you reached out and touched his cheek, before you stroked your fingers over the hair that fell against his forehead. 

“Morning.” He grumbled, stretching just arms out in front of him before he froze. His eyes snapped open and he jerked upright. “You’re awake.”

You laughed quietly, “Unless heaven is a hospital, yeah.” 

“You scared the fuck out of me.” Javier reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Do I still have a leg?”

He nodded, squeezing your hand back. “They, uh… they said it was close to an artery. A little to the left and you’d be—“

“Yeah.” You lifted your hand and rubbed at your face. “And to think that handsome face of yours would’ve been the last thing I saw.”

“I suppose that’s why you were spared, baby.” Javier snorted, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. “They should be releasing you in a day or two. Steve’s settled all the bullshit at the office.”

You smiled at him, “Tell him ‘thank you’ for me.” You stretched a little, rolling your shoulders back against the mattress. “I don’t think I can handle getting desked, Javi. You’ve gotta get me back in the field.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, “I’ll see what I can do for you.” He winked. “But first, we’ve got to get you out of here.” He gestured around the hospital room. 

“Are you going to get me out of here?”

“Wish I could.” He shrugged. “Office won’t be the same while you’re laid up.”

“I expect you to call me at least three times a day to let me know what’s going on.” 

He cracked a grin, “I’ll see what can be arranged.” Javier dragged his hands over his face. “You’re gonna get to catch up on all the good novellas.”

You rolled your eyes. “Which is why you’ll have to call for updates.”

Javier nodded, “Wouldn’t miss it.” 

“There goes our New Years plans.” You remarked as you rubbed at your eyes. “Shit, I don’t like whatever they’ve got me on. I feel like I’ve got cotton in my eyes.”

“You need rest.”

“I don’t need this shit to sleep.” You groused, “Are you staying?”

“As long as they’ll let me.”

You ran your finger along the side of his hand. “I don’t want you to go, Javi.” You let your eyes flicker closed, “I never do.”

Javier stood up, leaning over the bed to press a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep.” He told you softly. “I’m just glad you’re still here.”

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Can you do a Diego Hargreeves x reader, where she is part of the Sparrow Academy and has powers like Scarlet Witch? She works at a library and the library at the academy is her’s? And Diego falls for her when he sees her? Can she also be 5’1, wears glasses, and Mexican like me? Oh and she dresses like the late 30’s early 40’s.

I hope I didn’t disappoint 💖 (also I used google translate and there’s most likely a few errors here and there, I apologize!)

***

The first time Diego ever laid eyes on her, he saw orange.

No literally, orange.

It was all around her, a misty sorta orange that protruded from her hands—her fingers stretched a curled, as if physically moving the strange power—wrapping around her entire body with that signature smirk she adorned at first sight, and the one thing that he remembers the most is how bright her eyes shined with it behind those glasses of hers.

It captivated him. Intrigued him, even.

“She’s dangerous,” Five told them as soon as he discovered her powers. “We all need to keep an eye on them, but especially her. She can do things to you that’ll make you beg for death, so let’s make sure it doesn’t come to that, alright?”

She didn’t exactly look to be the type, but Diego took his word for it anyway.

Which brought him to the next thing he noticed about this strange girl from The Sparrow Academy was her clothes—the first day they met, she was wearing a blue dress that stop just above her knees, with a proper collar that just screamed 1930’s. As the days went on, he noticed that that was pretty much her entire wardrobe; the day after they arrived, she adorned a green dotted dress with ruffles at the top. 

In his eyes, she matched it with equal beauty.

So he kept his eye on her like he was told to. From what he could gather, she was the quietest of the bunch, and he would hear her deescalate a situation no matter how big or small it was rather than feeding into it—something that he and his siblings could take a page from.

One day he waited until he away from his wandering eyes, not wanting to bring any unwanted attention to himself. She was in one of the biggest rooms in the mansion he once called home, which happened to be a library.

It was bigger than he remembered. Rows of giant bookshelves took up about half of it, with chairs and fairy lights in the corners, some away from the windows. It wasn’t too hot, nor too cold, it felt wholesome, and Diego wasn’t so sure he wanted to leave quite yet.

“You know it’s not cool to stalk people,” she said with her back turned.

Diego jumped, not expecting to be caught like that—when did his plans ever fall through the way he wanted?—and awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Sorry,” he winced. “I just...” Just what, Diego?

She laughed, catching him off guard; it was the kind of laugh that seemed to have been bubbling over for a while and that’s when it hit him.

“You knew.”

“Hey,” she scolded lightly. “It’s not like I’ve been the one following you around like a creep. You could’ve just said hello.”

It wasn’t full of malice or disgust like he half expected, and he was surprised to find himself mirroring her smile despite himself.

“Sorry,” he said again. “You’re the only one who didn’t jump us as soon as we got here.”

She rolled her eyes, standing on the tip of her toes—she was wearing black heels with a little strap around the ankles—to grab a book off of one of the shelf.

“My siblings did not ‘jump you’. They’re just as cautious of you as you are them. Can you really blame them?”

Given that he just got caught stalking the most seemingly powerful and calmer one of the bunch, he didn’t really have much to say to that.

“I guess I see your point,” he shrugged his shoulders. “You know I don’t remember this room being as nice... or big.”

“That’s because it’s mine,” she said nonchalantly. “Reginald let me have my own library here, and I work at the one in town. Books are like my safe space, stories that I can escape into; if I start to feel overwhelmed I come here.”

He clicked his tongue. “Could never get into the whole ‘reading’ thing, really. I mean I l-like them but—” Oh god he was starting to ramble and he had no idea why; it was like his brain was starting to short circuit the moment she laid eyes on him. “What are your powers, anyway?”

“Energy manipulation, telekinesis, mind control, time manipulation—though I haven’t quite gotten the hang of it—and probably more, but I need more training with it.” She finished with a small sigh, pushing her glasses up her nose and clutching her book to her chest.

He stared at her dumbly. She waited patiently with a tilt to her head, as if she were studying him.

“Wow,” he finally said, sounding a little loud to his ears but continued on with a lower voice. “I—“

“Trajectory manipulation,” she interrupted. When she realized what she did, she quickly blushed—a faint pink beneath her tan skin that he thought was pretty fucking adorable, but he wouldn’t tell her that yet—and apologized. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off like that. Sometimes I get waaaay too ahead of myself.”

Diego chuckled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “It’s okay.” Then he paused, a cheeky grin slowly spreading across his face that made her squint her eyes at him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head with a chuckle. “It’s just that you were quick on that. Does that mean you’ve been watching me too?”

She quickly looked away, but a smile was playing on her lips. “I suppose we’re even then.”

“Yeah.”

Silence followed, a little uncomfortable for him but she seemed to not mind it at all, and when she sat down on one of the fluffy chairs—pink ruffles that contrasted to her blue dress—and gestured to another similar one next to her.

“Why don’t you sit? I’ll tell you everything you need to know, mi acosador.”

He inwardly groaned but plopped himself down on the chair nonetheless. “You’re never gonna let that down, are you?”

“Not for a while.”

***

He was in love. 

He’d been in love before, of course, but he could feel it - this one was different. She was different in the ways that he craved, in the way that met his wants and needs with nothing but love and devotion and patience. 

And he hadn’t even told her yet. 

So today was the day he was going to do it. It was sunny, warm, and just overall beautiful out, and he wanted to tell her in the most special way possible. 

He parked outside the library she worked out, trying to calm his rapid heart. He honestly didn’t know what he was so fucking nervous, because he was no doubts that she felt the same way, and they’re relationship was blossoming and growing each and every day; this was the right moment and he felt it deep inside him. 

The scent of cinnamon and paper immediately hit him as soon as entered the building. There were only a few people inside, as the library was closing up early. He saw her, bright smile and gleaming eyes, helping a young man check out a book. He smiled and waited patiently by the threshold.

“Hey baby,” she grinned as soon as she was done. “I missed you.”

“Haven’t been gone that long,” he joked; he missed her, too.

“Cállate,” she scolded playfully.

“Hazme.”

She silenced his quiet snickering with a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Like that?” She raised her eyebrows and wiggled them.

“And more,” he laughed, holding her hips. “Ready to go?”

“Just let me put a few books away.”

The orange, glittery mist protruded from her fingers and wrapped around the small pile of books—they looked to be old and worn out—placing them in their respectable places, all the while she watched from afar, concentrating.

For some reason, in that exact moment, he blurted it out.

“I love you.”

She whipped her head towards him, and it was damn luck that he had said it as soon as the last book was placed, otherwise it would’ve fallen or whipped... somewhere from the shock of those three words.

“I’m sorry,” Diego shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair—the hair he decided to keep long—and assured her quickly, “I-I don’t m-mean I’m sorry—I mean I d-do but not for saying it I just—“ he sighed, taking a deep breath; she waited silently and patiently with an encouraging smile. “I wanted it to be special, you know? But just seeing you here now, I couldn’t help it mi amor.”

Instead of saying anything she crashed into him, making him tumble back. Thanks to his fast reflexes, he managed to catch himself before they both fell—not that either of them really cared, as long as they were still in each other’s arms.

She smashed her lips to his before he could take another breath in a heated and passionate kiss that made his heart pound against his chest, relishing in the taste of her as his lips moved perfectly with hers in sync.

She was also the first to pull back, keeping her forehead pressed against his. “I love you too, goofball.”

It felt like a ton of weight was lifted off his chest. He felt like the happiest and luckiest guy in the world, a feeling he hadn’t felt to this extent in a long time.

“Well,” he reached behind him where the coat hanger happened to be, grabbing her long, red coat. “Let’s continue this at home.”

Translate: mi acosador - My stalker

Cállate - Shut up

Hazme - Make me

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[wolferals]

🌟HIM AGAIN🌟

arón piper preference

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-it was a totally normal Saturday for you

-you got up around 9:30, took a quick cold shower to cool down since its been really hot lately

-afterwards you had some breakfast, just some toast with strawberry jam and a glass of chocolate milk

-it was around 11 when you had decided to have a day just for yourself

-you‘ve made a little plan of what to do today

-just some general ideas what you could do

-first on your last was going to the grocery store

-quickly you grabbed your keys from the living room and put the rest of your stuff like phone, lip balm, a bottle of water and a scrunchie in your backpack

-then you hopped in your car and drove as close to the center as you could so you were able get all your stuff without walking long distance

-all the stores were in your reach

-on your way to the grocery store, which was only like a 5 minute walk you first put on your sunglasses due to the bright light and then checked your phone for a second

-then you looked up

-and a guy walked past you

-he was handsome you thought but didnt really pay attention until he sent you a cute smile

-you smiled back and kept walking

-u‘ve never seen anyone in Madrid who just passes you on the sidewalk smile at you

-especially not a guy

-but you didnt think anything of it, you just wanted to concentrate on yourself today

-it was officially you-time

-very well deserved after the last project you had to do at college

-it had been stressing you out for weeks

-but now it was over and you needed a break

-at Mercadona you just wandered around the aisles for a while and eventually got everything you wanted

-the usual

-some bread, milk, eggs, some juice, pasta and some rice and a bunch of different candies for your soul

-you really needed this right now

-after paying for your stuff you put all of it in a tote bag and left to bring all of it back to your car

-since your car wasnt parked anywhere far away it took you only a couple of minutes until your bag was secure on your backseat

-quickly you checked your phone for the next destination

-which was getting your eyebrows plucked

-your friends sister did that for you for a great prize and you really liked the way she did it

-so you headed there real quick

-„hey girl!“ she greeted you as you walked in

-„hey nice to see you.“ you spoke and hugged her for a second before she had to go back to her customer

-„looks great.“ you complimented the girl who‘s makeup she was working on right now

-she smiled at you and thanked you

-„just sit down, I‘ll be done in a minute.“ Ella told you and you did as she said

-so you just spend a bit of time scrolling through your phone but that got boring soon so you just looked around

-out the window mostly

-not to sound like a creep but you liked watching people

-more like observing characters

-its so weird how different people can come off as just by walking by

-you saw two girls together

-one of them blonde, wearing super girly clothes like a crop top and a cute dotted skirt

-the other one had black short hair, bangs in a bright purple color, wearing more like emo-clothes

-you liked how people showed off who they were with their clothes

-and then a guy walked by

-he looked familiar

-you had passed him before, you had remembered his blue shirt with the little picture on it

-weird you thought but forgot about it the second Ella told you to sit down at the chair

-after your eyebrows were in a good shape again you went to the next store

-you‘ve been looking for a knitted top for a while and your friend had told you you could find it at Zara

-so off you went

-the walk was a bit farther but not like a challenge

-as you walked past a busy street

-you noticed a very cute dog sitting in front of a store

-he wasnt on a leash

-must be a very well behaved dog you thought

-you went up to him, you just couldn’t resist

-you pet him carefully and looked around to maybe see the owner

-„naw who do you belong to?“ you asked the dog in a cute voice

-he just looked at you and obviously enjoyed you scratching his head

-„me.“ you suddenly heard a voice and stood up from the ground

-„he‘s mine.“ a tall handsome man spoke and put his phone in his jeans pocket

-it was this guy again

-the one who you had seen twice in one hour already

-„he‘s really cute.“ you just spoke and kept on walking

-all you heard was a laughing „thanks.“ as your back was turned to him

-it did feel very strange to see this guy all the time

-considering that madrid is huge

-it was probably just a coincidence

-to bluntly summon this, you didnt find the top you were looking for because it had been sold out in your size

-unfortunately

-so you decided to go to another store to check

-but they didnt have anything close to it either

-after another hour you quickly grabbed a sandwich at a bakery nearby and wanted to head back to your car

-while eating your sandwich on the way you got a little bit distracted by your phone

-so you dropped a piece of tomato on the ground

-but before you could pick it up to throw it in the trash can nearby someone was faster

-well not quite a person

-a dog

-and you had seen this dog before

-you were weirded out by now

-„oh.“ was all you could say in this situation

-„paco.“ someone yelled and you looked up to see this guy, the fucking same guy AGAIN, jogging up to the both of you

-„i‘m sorry he‘s young and...“ he stopped and looked at you as if he had recognized you as well

-„its okay, i would’ve eaten it anymore anyways.“

-the guy laughed a little

-he had a gap between his front teeth

-your first boyfriend had had one too

-well, you were 12

-„sorry, he keeps bugging you.“ he said and grabbed the dog at the collar

-„no dont worry! He‘s just playful I understand that. But my full respect that he doesnt need a leash.“ you spoke impressed

-„yeah my dad taught him that. He‘s a good boy.“ the guy smiled down at his dog

-you smiled back

-„yeah he seems like it.“

-„anyway I have to go. But I‘ll probably see you again today.“

-you started laughing

-he joined you and then added a:“Im sure. Have a good day!“

-„you two as well!“ you replied and smiled one last time before finally reaching your car and driving home to have a nice afternoon all for yourself

*2 days later*

-your friends had invited you to a game night at their shared apartment

-you were super excited

-Sheila just told you her boyfriend would be coming too

-and that he might bring a friend so that you guys would be an even amount of players

-you were just sitting at the dining table sipping on a glass of wine as the doorbell rang

-„oh finally.“ Sheila groaned and ran to open the door

-you heard them greet each other and someone took off their shoes and their jacket

-„Guys, thats Jorge, but you‘ve met him before. Like once? And that’s Arón, his best friend.“

-you looked up

-and you couldnt fucking believe it

-„No.“ was all you said and stood up

-this wasnt true, man

-that dude again

-„You.“ he started laughing

-Sheila looked around all confused

-„You two know each other?“ she asked

-Arón and Jorge sat down

-Arón then eventually spoke:“Funny story.“

-you couldnt keep his eyes off him

-other than the other day he was wearing a flannel and jeans not the sweats and the oversized shirt

-and he smelled good

-„Yeah really weird.“ you added to his comment

-„Tell us!“ your other friend encouraged you

-arón kept staring at you

-and when sheila responded:“maybe its destiny“ you knew it too

-and judging from his face, he did too