#i do think he'd have his hair tied down lower than normal but that up there is pure improvising. i didn't sketch it yet

[starswordartblog]

hey look it’s Kazin from Shining Wisdom! Because being one of the most important NPCs who basically carries the whole ending he was definitely given a nice talksprite right? Right????

Yeah i’m Slightly Mad that he and Sarah don’t get cool art in this game so of course i tried something. Though complex shading is not my thing and i didn’t wanna give up the mega drive bright colors (i don’t know the sega saturn’s colors limitations either) so it isn’t that accurate to the style either, but you know what it is? It’s cute as heck and that’s what we’re here for.

Pose was heavily based on his portrait from the cancelled mobile game, because while that game seemed to be following official art very closely it also gave him a way bigger nose than in SF2, and i wondered if it was a reference to his Wisdom sprite. So I gave it a shout out here as well.

[turiluvr]

kisses on your back

in which tighnari finds himself absolutely helpless when it comes to you

— tighnari x gn!reader

It wasn't uncommon for Tighnari to ask for a massage of some sort after a long and tiring day. On some days, he'd ask you to massage his stiff shoulders with a pleading glance. On others, he'd do the same for you to return the favor—he's a firm believer that relationships should be a give-and-take situation rather than be on the receiving end constantly.

But ever since a certain incident, he's never asked for a back massage. Not because it still hurt but because of something else completely; he didn't know how you would react to seeing it for the first time. To any normal person, it wasn't a pretty sight to see traces of lightning etched into his skin like an engraving. And if Tighnari was being a little honest, showing his back—bare—to anyone made him feel vulnerable. A type of vulnerability that made him uncomfortable if he's with the wrong person.

Finally, you thought as you traced your fingertips along his back. The sudden contact of your fingertips trailing along his bare back sent shivers down his spine and he had to stop himself from moving too much when your palms were pressed against his lower back. You slid your hands to his shoulder blades with controlled force; moving carefully to avoid his scars. You couldn't help but ask him in a hushed tone while he buried half of his face into a pillow, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's fine." He felt vulnerable under your touch. He won't say it out loud but he wanted more of it; he wanted to melt into your touch. "You can keep going."

You continued to move your hands as the smell of burning incense wafted in the air. It was a little difficult retaining your current position sitting beside him after a while and thought that perhaps a change of position would do the trick. You let out a heavy breath as you asked Tighnari, "Hey, can I switch up my position a little? I'm having a bit of a hard time staying like this."

He didn't think much of it and he absentmindedly let out a small hum of affirmation. What happened next was certainly something he didn't expect—before he knew it, he felt a heavy weight push down his lower back and your hands coming back to his skin. It didn't take him long to figure out that you were sitting on his back. His head immediately turned to look at you with disbelief evident in his expression as he asked. "W-What the hell are you doing!?"

You only smiled at him in response. "It's easier to massage you like this." It was clear that you were teasing him a little in contrast to the silent atmosphere just moments ago. "Do you not like it?"

"I don't hate it but—Ah!" The last sound he made sounded a little breathless after the words he meant to say got stuck in his throat. It was hard to not get surprised—not when he suddenly felt your lips pressed against his back. His ears twitched slightly as he felt his face grow hotter with each passing second. His voice got a little weaker. "Hey…"

You didn't respond. You continued to pepper his back with small kisses as you slowly made your way to the back of his neck. His hair was tied up but you brushed away the small strays with your thumb as you placed another kiss there. At that point, it was already difficult for Tighnari to stay still and to keep quiet.

"You… Just what got into you so suddenly?"

"Nothing. I just felt like kissing you—can't I?"

"If you want to kiss me, get off me and I'll give you one properly." He sighed. "Don't you find this embarrassing?"

"No? I find myself quite fond of your back now." Another kiss; he grumbled as he forgot the words he wanted to say.

Quickly, he scrambled to form a coherent response. "That's… not fair, isn't it? I was caught off guard…"

He felt vulnerable but he thought that if it was you, he wouldn't mind it if he became helpless with every touch you leave on his skin as it leaves him breathless. Perhaps he wanted you to continue, to go further and touch him more. Or perhaps he wanted you to stop before he became completely swept away by your rhythm. Either way, your kisses kept him breathless and gave him no time to think. He let out a low groan.

Maybe a little bit more of this wouldn't hurt, he thought as the night stretched on for a bit longer.

[herobsidianheart]

Here is a one shot story from my Led Zeppelin + Dungeons and Dragons cross over series 😆😆

The Westernborne Mystery

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. According to the map Kara gave us, this is Westernborne.” Jimmy replied sharply from the depths of his hood. He spread the map out with his long, thin fingers. Bonzo and Robert nudged their horses closer to look.

“Busy township, my buttocks,” Bonzo chuckled. “They probably still throw their shit out the windows here.”

Robert looked down at the town spread out before them from the peak of Presston Hill and closed his eyes. He focused his energy to summon the image of a magnificent hawk sailing on air currents. When he opened his eyes again, they were as golden as his hair and large. Beside him, Bonzo shivered, still unaccustomed to the Golden Ones’ new abilities.

“They indeed do." he said quietly, studying the town. "And there’s no sign of any damage or the folk being scared. Everyone seems to be going about their day.” Robert blinked, his eyes were blue and normal again.

With a snort, Bonzo laughed “That crooky wizard put us on a wild goose chase!”

“There's more to this, I’m sure of it.” Jimmy replied, his tone cutting into Bonzos laughter. He steered Dubh away from the others and started down the hill towards the town.

Clopping up beside Robert and Bonzo, Jonesy was quiet for a moment before speaking, “I think this is less of a quest and more of a measure. Those robes are weighing heavy on him.”

“They would for me too if it meant no shagging for a year or more.” Robert sighed.

“We could just not tell anyone if he does.” Bonzo offered.

“Jimmy's integrity would never allow…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Without another word, the three followed quickly behind the gray robed wizard. As they neared, Bonzo led his horse beside Dubh.

“You're not a cooky wizard, just to be clear.” he said quietly.

Jimmy's gray hood turned towards him and Bonzo knew the look of thought that was inside. He'd seen it plenty of times when they were weaving a song or concept together.

“I’m not sure I’m any type of wizard.”

“‘Course you are, Jim. Don’t you doubt that at all.” Bonzo looked over his shoulder at Jonesy and Robert each seemingly lost in their own thoughts. “Your magic, it’s different than Jonesys walking up a wall or Robert becoming a bloody wolf or me swinging ‘bout an ax. It’s training and books and the words…” Bonzo waved his hands around and it brought a chuckle from inside of the hood. “And all that sort. You have the magic, Jimmy, you always have. That I know.” Bonzo smiled. "Now let's go find these geese."

“Excuse me.”

The man carrying a bushel of apples looked up at the source of the voice. A man of striking beauty smiled down at him from a top, a pure white stead. The sun shone on him so lovingly, that it was impossible to tell where the sunlight ended and his glowing curls began. “Yes?” replied the townsman coarsely blinking his eyes.

“Can you tell me where’s the best traven?” Robert asked.

“And the second best traven.” Jimmy added.

From somewhere behind him, there came the whisper, “...cranky miser…”.

The townsman snorted, “Tis only one traven here now, ‘cause the trouble. Down the road.” With that, he spat and started off in the opposite direction.

Dodging errant toss of a chamberpot and ogling townsfolk, the four hitched their horses in front of a questionable looking building. The faded wooden sign hanging on a single chain over the door marked it as the traven in question. The building itself seemed to be drunk as it appeared to lean shoveling on the building beside which appeared to have been an apothecary.

The barmaid inside nearly dropped her serving jug upon seeing the four. She was bosom and fair, with a hint of some ogre lineage as her skin had a greenish tint, sharp ears and two lower tusks. She scurried to them, smoothing her bodice as she did. “Here!” she said, pulling an old human male out of a booth. She wiped the table top with her arm and gestured at the booth.

The four slid in and she hurried away to the half hazard looking bar.

Jimmy meticulously folded down his hood and took in the traven. It smelled like old sweat, stale ale and vomit. The patrons of the traven didn’t seem any better. There were about half a dozen, all seemingly filthy, drunk with some coherent enough to stare at the interlopers openly.

“Never mind ‘em, we never get visitors, besides the trouble type.” the barmaid said. She set down four cracked and dirty mugs and poured what smelled like ale into them. She made quite a show to leave her cleavage in full view of Robert as she poured.

“What trouble do you speak of?” Jimmy asked peering questionably into his mug.

“Well, our men folk are disappearing. At least four or three a night. None returned. The search parties we send out never return either.”

“But not all the men folk.” Robert gestured to the other men in the traven.

As they spoke, Jimmy looked at anything in the traven but the barmaid. In a corner near the door, he saw three men huddled together, one raised his head and looked over at their table with a grin before returning to the conversation. Under the table, the wizard nudged Jonesy's foot with a slight toss of his head.

Over the rim of his mug, Jonesy watched as one of the men slipped out of the door.

“Do you have a stable in town?” Jonesy asked suddenly.

“No, but the smithy acts as one when we do get visitors. He might have rooms too, if you're staying.” the barmaid added with a smile at Robert.

“Bonzo, can you help with the horses?” Jonesy asked, sliding out of the booth followed by Bonzo.

“Action?Finally?” Bonzo smiled as they made their way to the door. One of the remaining trio slipped out of the traven ahead of them.

“Have I ever disappointed you?” Jonesys purred.

“As I was saying, no not all the men folk. Only the young and fit are disappearing. Our boy disappeared from the traven two nights ago and he wasn’t more than 16. Splendid boy he was too.” the barmaid sighed.

“And you mentioned search parties? How many have gone out and do they know what directions?” the wizard asked.

Taking a moment to push mousy brown hair from her face, the barmaid looked at Jimmy. She had never seen anyone so intent on studying his mug of ale. Leaning passed Robert, she peered down into his mug too, thinking maybe the wizard had done something magical inside of it.

With her bosom in his full view, Jimmy sank away.

“He’s.. he’s a little shy with the women kind.” Robert said with a forced laugh. He wedged himslef between her and the wizard with a giant grin. “But I am not.”

“Now, isn’t that funny Jonesy? I thought that was my horse and bags with it.”

The middle aged would-be thieves turned to Joensy and Bonzo, their hands literally in the bands belongings. One of the thieves raised his hands in peace but the other snatched a book and pouces from Dubh and ran off.

Bonzo and Jonsey looked at each other with a grin. “Go on, I'll get the next one.” Bonzo said, jerking his head down the road where the thief had disappeared.

“You're far too kind, Bonzo but if you insist. I shalln’t be but a moment.” Stretching his arms Jonesy nodded at Bonzo and leapt up, grabbing a hold of the beam the sign swung from.

Jonesy scampered from the beam to a window sill to another window sill. With the enchanting grace of a butterfly, Jonesy swung himself on to the roof's ledge then on to it. He moved deftly over the thatched roof coming to its peak where he squatted for a moment. Seeing his prey darting down an alley, Jonesy rose and ran down the angle of the roof. As he neared the edge, he closed his eyes and drew all his energy within him. As his foot stepped from the ledge there was a flash of silvery mist and his next step was on to the roof of the shop across the road.

With a Ha! the thief spilled the contents of the porches onto the hard packed dirt ground of the alleyway. His grin soured as he shifted through the other smaller pouches and babbles. As he took the book in his hands there was a sound of rippling cloth.

“I do believe that belongs to my friend.”

The thief stared from the strawberry blonde monk before him to the mouth of the alley behind him.

John Paul Jones shook his head, a smile spreading over his sharp features. He nodded his head at the roof overhead.

The thief flung the spell book to the ground and drew a dagger out of his belt.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.” Jonesy said with a sigh.

The thief ran at him only to be sidestepped, hip checked and found himself face first flat in the dirt, the hand holding the dagger twisted behind him.

“And that's all you know?”

“Yes, sir.”

Releasing the hand he had clamped on the thief 's shoulder, Bonzo smiled at him. “You'll be keeping your hands to yourself now, won’t you?” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, make yourself scarce.”

Without another word, the thief and his one remaining friend that had remained in the traven hurried out the door.

“That's becoming more common, now with the garda gone.” the barmaid said before sweeping away to the bar. A moment later, Jonesy entered carrying their packs.

“I secured the horses and a room for tonight. Have you gotten any information?” he asked.

“There's a legend that has happened before." Robert said.

"Nothing but vague bedtime stories and gossip. The only thing that is certain is that whatever it is, it affects males of a common age group.” Jimmy added.

"Namely, those that are willing and able." Bonzo smirked.

“Some of the women folk have attempted to follow their husbands or sons but the seemingly spell bound men lead them into the woods where they are quickly lost.”

Sitting, Jonesy asked “Any ideas then?”

“We wait til night fall, two of us shall wait at the Western entrance to town, the other the east. If any men begin to wander off, the team spotting him shall alert the other.”

“What if we begin to wonder off? What if this is truly a spell drawing men out?” Bonzo asked regarding his empty mug rudely.

“Well, I have a resistance to charms, if that is what this is.” Robert added.

Jonesy nodded, “I may be able to resist, possibly. I have yet to fully master the ability though.”

“Then Robert and Jimmy to the West and Jonesy and I to the east.” Bonzo nodded.

The barmaid returned with four bowls of meat and potatoes soup. It appeared greasy and the meat questionable.

“Right, we shall retire to the room and rest til dusk.” Jimmy said, picking out the potatoes in the soup.

At dusk, they set out with a sending stones and each a pair of darkvision goggles.

At the Eastern entrance, Bonzo and Jonesy waited in the fading light.

“It’s just like waiting to go on stage, isn’t it?” Bonzo said, leaning against the wall.

“Very, but without those two preening at the mirrors.” They laughed then a heavy silence fell.

After a few moments, Bonzo sighed. “Do you believe what the dragon said? That our time is frozen til we return?”

“I have to believe it is.” Jonesy replied softly. As he opened his mouth to speak but a chill washed over him. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his Ki, the all binding force of life he had been training to harness. The wave washed over him again, but cooler and longer.

Near him, Bonzo spoke strained “What is it?”

“You feel that Pagey?” Robert asked with a slight shiver.

Jimmy opened his mouth to speak but a crackle from the stone in Robert's pocket interrupted him.

“John’s been affected. Headed north. Following closely. Come at once.” Jonesys strained voice said.

The two sprinted down the empty and dark main road of Westernborne. There were a few other men stumbling and making their way to the Easten entrance. Jimmy stopped and studied them.

“They are charmed by some means.” he said, hurrying to catch up with Robert.

“Can we do anything?” he asked.

“Not without knowing the nature of the charm. Let's get to the others, I may have an idea.”

When they caught up to Jonesy and Bonzo just as they were about to enter the tree line of the ominous forest.

“Keep an eye on him!” Jonesy said, stopping to dig into his pack. Robert hurried forward and caught the drummer's arm allowing Bonzo to still walk but keeping a firm grip on him. A moment later, Jonesy fastened a length of rope around Bonzos waist.

“Yeah!” Robert chuckled.

They followed Bonzo deeper and deeper intot he forest. One by one, the other men began to disappear. As the last of the other men disappeared, Robert clamped onto Bonzos arm again.

“You're not going anywhere I can’t follow this time.” he said quietly.

After a time, they began to see a faint red glow among the trees. As they neared, they could see their breath before them. The trees began to glow. They grew sparse as they drew closer to the source of the light.

“Any ideas?” Robert asked, looking over to Jimmy.

“Yes,” from where he had been examining a tree, Jimmy hurried to the others. “I believe we’re dealing with a malicious fey. These trees are infested with a type of magic normal beings can't cast. Once we get to the hub of this charm, we must..” Jimmy's words were cut off by a slender abnormally long hand that wrapped around his mouth.

“You talk too much.” a shrill voice said.

Looking around, Robert realized they were surrounded and Jonesy was struggling to keep Bonzo from moving forward. Grabbing the rope, the golden one turned to the ring of creatures.

The creatures were a mix of alluring and repulsive. Their bodies ranged from pettie to well figured with every variation that one would find attractive, but their features were sharp, with gnashing teeth, slits for noses and overly large fish-like eyes.

“What is this about?”

One of the creatures closest to Robert stepped forward.

“Take them to Mother.” she said, tossing her head.

It only took them a few moments to come to a clearing. They found a horrid sight-The bodies and remains of men littered the ground, in various states of decomposition. Some showed no signs of damage while some were headless or had pieces of flesh missing. Thinking of the creature's wicked teeth, Jonesy was disgusted.

At the center, it was worse. There was a boulder, large and flat enough to sit on. Surrounding it were the heads of men on crude pikes with various coins and trinkets littering the ground below them. Around clearing bobbed floating balls of red and white lights, much like those Jimmy casted. Before the boulder stood three men, stooped on their knees, over them stood a larger creature. Her features more repulsive than the others. She seemed to be judging them and to one she held her long clawed hand over his chest, closed her eyes and after a moment, shook her head.

“No, no, no.” she hissed, before dragging her claws across his throat sending a spray of blood over her. She then turned her attention to the group. She gave no attention to the body that had crumpled to the ground behind her. “What's this? This? This?” she sang, stepping closer.

“Interloper's Mother! They followed their friend here.” the creature who had spoken up earlier replied.

Coming inches away from Robert, Mother smiled. “They still might have a use.”

“What are you and why are you killing the townsmen?” he asked, daring to meet her gaze.

Mother sautered before them. She seemed to be sizing them up and, smiling, announced; “Kill the others. We will use them.”

Two creatures ran forward and slit the throats of the two remaining townsmen. Mother held her hand over Bonzos chest and nodded, “Yes. Yes, they are perfect.” she sang. Next she moved to Jonesy who knocked away her hand. “How dare you? Dare you?”

“How dare you kill these people?” Jonesy spat back at her staring defiantly into her face. He could see in her eyes that she was quite insane.

Moving quietly close to Bonzo, Jimmy put his hand on the hilt of the dagger hidden in the voluous sleeve of his robe. “I’m sorry Bonzo.” he whispered before driving the dagger into the fleshy part of Bonzos shoulder.

The creature that spoke lunged at Jimmy, who darted out of her grasp. He took a small strip of leather from his pocket and spoke “Armis.” touching his own chest. Around him flared the faint glowing orange and red outline of dragons. Near him, Robert cupped his hands to his mouth and spoke, instantaneously, Mother shrieked, clutching her long pointy ears. In her head, she heard a symphony of hellish noise. She scrambled back away from Robert, nearly falling over the boulder and heads as she did.

“What the bloody fuck!” Bonzo snapped holding his shoulder.

Another of the creatures swiped at Jimmy but missed altogether. Yet another ran after Mother.

Jonesy ran after Mother too but as he neared her, he leapt into the air and landed a flying kick to her chest. “As a gentleman, I do not believe in striking women, but you are a vile critter which we will return to the fiery depth from which you crawled out.” He growled, landing a pouch to her jaw and another to her middle.

Screaming in terror, two of the creatures turned and fled.

One of the two who had killed the townsmen swiped at Robert who casually swatted her hand away. “We will win, I assure you. For the moment we’re allowing you the chance to return to your plane.” he said with his best smile. At that, two more creatures disappeared with a flash of red. The creature that had covered Jimmy's mouth before began to sing. Instandly, the wave of coldness washed over the four. Dropping his hands, Bonzo took a step nearer her. As he neared, another of the creatures swiped on him, leaving a wound on his neck. The one that had begun singing stopped and yelled something in their language at the one that had just struck Bonzo, who was now shaking his head.

“Ok, what the hell is going on?” he roared, feeling the neck wound.

“Kill them Bonzo.” Jimmy yelled, dodging a swipe.

More creatures appeared out of the woods, some rushing to the fight while others disappeared back to their plane. Running forward, Jimmy called out “Ignis.” while holding an unlit match in between two of his fingers. From his outstretched hand grew a sphere of fire that flew at Mother. As the flames bustered upon her, Mother crawled over the boulder with a wail. Drawing out his rapier, Robert slashed at the creature who was beginning to sing, missing but scaring the creature enough for her to snap her mouth shut. Robert moved to run at Mother but seeing this, Mother disappeared in a flash of light. Seconds later, the rest disappeared and the four were left standing there blinking in the now dark clearing.

“I ask your forgiveness for stabbing you, Bonzo.” Jimmy said, turning to him. Bonzo swung an arm around Jimmy's shoulders.

“That was some impressive work there, Wizard.” Bonzo said.

“Blighted Forest Nymphs.” the golden dragonborn said, sliding a slim book to Jonesy.

The four had returned to Bloodforged Enclave and now stood before Kara the gold dragonborn Wizard, Angelina the tabaxi Monk, and Krag the Mountain dwarf.

“Considering how stubborn and slippery those…nymphs can be, I’m very …relieved and grateful you returned.” Kara added.

“Yes, that could have ended badly. You did good boys.” Krag chuckled. “Come on, I had Deedee put on a roast for your return.” he added, knocking Robert and Bonzo on the back. As the others exited Karas office, the dragonborn gestured to her apprentice.

“Yes, Ma’am?” Jimmy asked once everyone had cleared away.

“I sensed much confusion and frustration in you before you left and now I sense a lesser degree of both. Tell me, James, are you resolute in your choice to become a Wizard?”

Folding his arms inside his sleeves, Jimmy nodded. “Yes, Ma’am. If anything I am even more set on it. The only regret in me is not having studied since childhood as the other Wizard apprentices have.”

Steepling her fingers, Kara nodded. “Yes, but James, first and most importantly, you must remember- Training and learning only go so far. You have a gift, a great one. Even with the disadvantage of age, culture and of course, being otherworldly you have excelled and flourished. Of course, I'm perfectly aware of the other source of your frustration but as I stated when you asked to be my apprentice, I have lofty standards. Other teachers do not, and no one, even I, would look any less upon you for leaving my service for theirs.” she smiled displaying rows of sharp and gleaming fangs and teeth, "So I ask you again, are you certain?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm more certain than most things I have faced in life." Jimmy replied quickly.

“You are blessed by what many, many lack." Kara mused, "You have friends who are capable and care greatly for you.”

“Yes.” Jimmy smiled.

“Yes, a band of pathwork brothers if there ever was one. Now,” with the wave of her finger Kara opened her door. “Go feast and be merry.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jimmy smiled then turned on his heel leaving Kara's office.

[mypimpademia]

Shinso x reader, Mina x reader, Kaminari x reader, Kirishima x reader

TW: Swearing

Note: another part of my high school AU! I've been wanting to write for some characters that I dont write too often, and I thought this would be the best way, enjoy!

Thank you to @katsuflossy for helping me w shinso and Kaminaris soccer parts😭

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SHINSO.

He's one of the people that genuinely perfers being alone most of the time

And hes very intimidating to most people, but most realize that he's pretty chill and cool if you just talk to him

Hitoshi would be on the soccer team too

Number 12 baby (Ronaldinho's number)

Hed play midfield, and have insane control over the ball

Hes calm on the field just like he is off it

But he gets a little competitive sometimes, might have to sit down and take a breather for a second

He sometimes ends up talking shit about his opponents, and he is NOT quiet about it

Will look the exact player he's talking about dead in the eye and say that shit

"I'll knock your knees out if you push me again."

And he plays a little dirty, might kick the ball around in away that'll make people fall on their ass just to get a laugh out of it

He steps on and kicks shins too

Hes really the soccer teams MVP, they went one game without him an lost and realized just how much of a key he was to them

Hitoshi sees you as his good luck charm during games, if you're not there he feels like he can't play his absolute best

Good luck kisses before he goes on the field are mandatory, if you dont give him one or forget, youre gonna get a very sweaty hug after the game

Hitoshi has only ever come to school in sweatpants and hoodies, and only wears jeans or something other than his usual once a week just so he can switch it up

He probably comes in with major bags under his eyes and smelling like coffee

And just a little bit late

He normally goes out to eat during lunch, and always takes you with him and let's you choose

You're honestly the most underrated couple in school

The loner boy and his gorgeous s/o, it's basically a real life wattpad story

When people try flirting with you, he tries getting his soccer cleats out on them and you have to stop him before someone gets hurt

Hitoshi is just underrated overall and no one but you and his friens realize, give him more recognition </3

MINA.

The really nice popular girl of course

But one of the popular people whose popularity actually means something for once

Gets along with basically the whole school

And she makes sure everyone knows she belongs to you and you belong to her

"Mhm, I've got a pretty s/o, and I love them soo much."

Probably posts you on all her socials (that the whole school follows) everyday

Mina has been in pretty much every club and team, which is exactly how she got popular

She joins as many as she can every year, but her favorites are dance and volleyball, maybe soccer too

For dance she likes to show you her routines, and maybe even teach you how to do them if you're down for it

"How was that?!"

"You wanna learn it too, babe? I could teach you!"

She's the captain of every team she's been on

It honestly just comes from her being so charismatic and the way she can get along with people and bring everyone together

Mina is 100% best dressed

Best everything honestly

Best dressed, Best hair, all that

She's cool with all the staff members, so sometimes the turn a blind eye if she decides to head out at random even when she's not supposed to

The two of you are Thee School Couple

Everyone wishes they were you guys or at least had a relationship like the one you had

Everyone would be in tears if yall so much as fought

So 10/10 for both of you

KAMINARI.

Certified pretty play boy

Hes a flirt, and friendly, and super popular

But the playboy act dropped once the two of you got together, because that's when everyone saw how much of a simp he was for you

Denki would just constantly fawn and gush over you, it would be annoying if it were anyone else, but it was just so cute to see him be so crazy for someone after he was basically known for never being tied down

Hes on the soccer team with Shinso!

Number 5 <3

Who did you think was calming Shinso down when he got mad??? Definitely not their other teammates

Hes the teams striker, and him an Shinso are so coordinated on the field together it leaves their own teammates in shock everytime

Hes a good sport (unlike Shinso), and is very friendly with his opponents

Wishes them luck before the game, helps them up if they fall, even says 'My bad!' If he accidentally trips someone, and tells the good job if they lose

Like Shinso, good luck kisses are a must

They're more like good luck make outs with him, and he usually ends up getting so wrapped up in them that he only makes it to the field by the skin of his teeth (he gets yelled at by the coach a lot)

He gets so god damn DIRTY on the field

And it doesn't even make sense because he really doesn't slide around or fall too much

He just manages to come out covered in dirt, and the sweat doesn't make it better

Oh, and even if you give him a good luck kiss, he still hugs you after the game

He doesn't do it to be mean, he just gets excited when he's on the field and has a bunch of energy left when games are over

Denki takes you to get ice cream after games. Shinso third wheels sometimes, but it's cool and not awkward at all because you're all besties

Denki is the most popular guy in school, and he'd be most popular overall if it weren't for Mina

You guys get rated cutest couple by all the students because no one had seen Denki simp till you came along and it was just too cute

Everyone wishes they could be yall </3

And half the school has beef with you because you're dating Denki and they're jealous

But you guys are still an adorable and amazing couple so who cares

KIRISHIMA.

The super sweet and popular jock!

Hes the older sibling to all the people younger than him and in lower grades

Hes on the football team of course

The quarterback too

Number 44

Hes that player that the coach is really trying to get a scholarship for

The one the coach pulls off to the side and says "son, let me talk to you..." and then tells him how far he'll go

Colleges are already scouting him

Most of the school is crushing on him honestly

But they all know that he's all for you and only you

Eiji gives you kisses before games, after games and sometimes when there's a long enough break he'll run and kiss you really quick

Hes a vv good sport, always wishes players good luck and says nice job after games, and separates any of his teammates that try to fight w their opponents then say sorry

It's usually Bakugo hes separating because hes on the football team with Eiji when he's not in Boxing

Everyone that's younger than you sees you and kiri as big siblings, and those older see you as cousins

Yall are just that couple that everyone loves

The whole school basically gushes when you walk in wearing his letterman jacket or one of his football jerseys

You're the couple the doesn't disgust everyone when you kiss in the halls <3

[internalsealpanic]

Love Through the Ages (Jason Todd)

Summary:  Love like baggage needs to be declared.

a/n: This is part three of a series that is a fic rec list disguised as a fic. For these fics, most of the characters will be speaking different languages, so unless specified otherwise assume that the characters are speaking in the first language I mention. They’re all vampires with centuries under their belt. Why wouldn’t I make them all polyglots.  Also, thank you to the proof reading gang for putting up with my shenanigans.  I will have links to the fics I recommend in the fic itself. ALSO, y'all can thank @littleredwing89 for the poem that comes up.

Warnings: Everyone is dramatic.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist.

You tap at your phone screen, planting seeds in a satisfyingly hypnotic rhythm, the sounds of the train vacillating in and out of your periphery. It was soothing having your own compartment, a little world you can isolate yourself in while you anxiously await for the inevitable. 

It wasn’t a secret that you found Gotham stressful. It was about as much a secret as Tony Stark’s civilian identity. You pulled your knees up to your chest at the thought. Big cities were stressful but Gotham was a different beast entirely. It was a writhing monster of steel and smoke. You wrinkle your nose deciding to sweep the thought away. 

Instead, you concentrate on your plants and your farm. You wince looking at your journal. It looks like you’d forgotten another quest. Pursing your lips, you decide to turn your phone off for a bit and pretend the NPCs can sort it out on their own as you look out the window. 

You lean against the wall, pressing your cheek to the cool window. You can’t help but smile to yourself thinking of a sea of black curly hair interrupted by a shock of white, sea green eye perpetually alight with mischief or intelligence (9 times out of 10, you really couldn’t tell which it was.), freckles like star map, and a mouth permanently set in a cocky grin. It’s hard not to smile like an idiot when thinking of Jason Todd.  

   Your skirt flutters in the wind as you dance your way through the crowd, bobbing up and down on your tiptoes over the sea of humans. Sometimes the smell of them still makes your mouth water but not now, not when the smell of Gotham is so pungent in the air. 

You see a gloved hand wave at you on the other side of the crowd. You pin your sunhat against your head as you rush through the crowd, your luggage dragging behind you.

Jason waves a two fingered salute at  you in front of a motorcycle, his foot clearly stomping a cigarette. You toss your hat to him. It flutters over the crowd. Jason catches it easily, putting it on his own head. 

"Hey Princess, welcome back." Jason greets, the syllables of your native French gliding off of his tongue so easily. Fighting down a blush, you swallow your own greeting. Jason would have been a great ambassador in a different life were he not inclined to murder someone with a desert spoon for being a jackass.

He offers his hat back to you, but you shake your head. "You might freckle too much in Gotham's sunny weather." He gives you a hearty chuckle keeping the hat on. 

"Missed you too, princess."

You roll your eyes. Pinching your nose, you look around. "You forgot to tell me to bring a gas mask."

"Every city smells like this."

"Darling, you've been in Gotham for too long."

"And you've been in your French villa for too long." Jason says, putting his sunglasses on you. You glare at him through them.

"First of all, it's a cottage."

Jason snorts, "As if that makes a difference. It's still in the idyllic French countryside, isn't it?"

"I-" 

"I rest my case."

You cross your arms. "You're welcome to visit, you know?" It was a hopeful suggestion at best. 

"We both know the quiet will drive me crazy."

"I said visit," you say, "besides, I think the train ride alone would drive you up the wall." You remember how Jason is with tight spaces.

"Not with you there." Jason winks.

Your heart presses a bruise into your throat and you hate Jason Peter Todd all over again. 

"Ah yes, you plan on driving me mad. Evil. Truly evil of you." You say, grinning back at him. 

"Here's a wild idea, how bout we just not listen to Roy? How does that sound?" Jason gently suggests, handing you your offensively pink cup of caffeinated goop. Jason can smell the sickening amount of sweeteners added. He might gag. 

"Nope," you say, smiling at him as you slurp your ooze. Jason's stomach rolls. Alfred would have an aneurysm. "He was even nice enough to get us both tickets." You hand him one, fingers brushing against his. They felt calloused as they always did. Jason suppresses any oncoming reaction.

He instead turns his attention to the ticket in his hands. Love Through the Ages: Gotham Museum Exhibition on expressions of love. Jason runs through the numbers. "These are $59 each."

"So sweet of him, isn't it?" You chirp adorably.

Jason makes a mental note to kill both of you. "You're only going along with this cus you want to watch me suffer." Jason says, slumping his chair. His foot kicks out to tap your foot. 

"I'm doing it affectionately," you say, tapping his foot with yours. "Besides, it's a universal pass time at this point." You swirl your drink and grin at him. It was your real grin, all bright and eager and stupidly sweet. Something in Jason's chest twists. It's always hard to breathe when you smile at him but really Jason would rather all the oxygen in the atmosphere be burned up than see your smile disappear. 

He sounds dramatic and he knows that but still he knows it's true.

"C'mon Jay, it'll be fun."

Shoulders slouched, Jason smiles at you indulgently. "Fun for who?"

"Mainly me but you can have fun too."

"You are so lucky you're adorable when you're being evil."

Your smile brightens and with a tap of his foot against yours, he thinks he'll survive whatever Roy has in store for him.

You and Jason have been walking around the museum for quite a bit with Jason's arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders and homicide radiating off of him every time someone even looks at you funny. He'd said that the arm slung around your shoulder was so that you wouldn't get lost. As for the homicide,  he elected to ignore the question entirely. 

You flush as Jason quotes another line from 'Master Valentine' back to you. You definitely regret letting him house sit. You regret even more not hiding your books. You squirm as Jason whispers the quote in your ear in a husky drawl. The erotica in the book is amazing and you're normally comfortable with talking to Jason about everything, but this- this was just cruel and unusual punishment. It's what you get for trying to make him suffer.

All the pet names he murmured in your ear crawled up your spine. You shove his face away hiding your own in your sleeve. He laughs into your hand enjoying your sudden bout of shyness.

Jason mumbles a half-hearted apology into your hand, pressing a soft kiss into your palm. You lower your head. You're still clearly avoiding his gaze but you let him press you to his side. Jason Todd is an asshole.

You point to a pair of ice skates so well worn and well loved that you almost miss the little penguins stitched on the side. "Love on the ice? That's so cute!"

Jason glances at them with mild interest. "Sounds like hypothermia." He says, shrugging. 

Swatting at his chest, you pout at him. He rolls his eyes nudging your shoulder with his. You scowl at him and stick your tongue out. Jason leans down, unable to stop the urge to press a kiss to your brow. You scowl even harder. 

"Admit it, doll. The whole exhibition is just Dickie's favorite fanfiction tropes."

"Professor Todd, be a dear and enlighten my troglodyte ass."

He snorts, "Princess, if I was a professor we both know I'd have the highest attendance rate."

"And the highest failure rate." You say cocking a brow. 

"Probably."

"You're terribly humble today."

"I just know I look good."

No, you don't, you think. You shake your head. "That explains the leather jacket."

"You love my leather jacket."

"Well, Biscuit certainly loved your previous one."

Jason wrinkled his nose thinking of the yellow disaster. "That dog was a menace."

"She is the sweetest creature on earth."

"She destroyed my jacket and ate my wallet AND phone."

"I never said she was smart... wait, we're getting off topic."

Jason narrows his eyes at you then points to a crown. It was an intricate lattice of silvers and golds with diamonds that glittered like starlight. "Royal AU," he says simply, "go on read the description."

"A prince and a princess from rival nations are bound by a marriage of convenience. Through a series of missteps. They fell for each other.... that one was pretty easy. Do it again."

He points to a blue feather. "Mythology AU."

You arch a brow at him. He waves at it, urging you to read. "A god descended to earth to be with his mortal lover only for him to lose his memories of her." The feather's glow is incandescent. You can feel the power radiating off of it, a sure sign of divinity.

Once, you would have brushed it off as mere story. You've spent more than twice your lifetime now dipped into the world of myths. You glance at Jason.  Simple divinity no longer fazes you.

"See?"

"I- Nope."

"You're just being stubborn."

"Would you have been my friend if I wasn't?" Would you have saved me if I wasn't?

You think Jason hears your unspoken question when he frowns. Instead, he turns on his heel to face the other direction. He points to a bouquet of wilted roses tied together by a green ribbon. They still smell of blood and something you couldn't identify.  Your eyes drift down curious. Your eyes trace over the words feeling your stomach tumble.

"Gruesome." Jason vocalizes inanely. He hooks his head on the crown of your head, neatly slotting your body under his. You're safe, surrounded by walls of muscle. The crease in your brow softens. You would think that Jason would be less protective after you'd turned but now that you were a vampire, he was somehow even more protective. Roy always joked you only got Biscuit and your other dogs as lap dogs because you already had Jason. He may not have been too off on his guess.

"This should be in a horror exhibit," you say leaning into Jason's chest, "kind of reminds me of you though." You tilt your head up grinning at him. 

"If you make a joke about me being jack the ripper again, I swear I'll-"

"-Bury me alive 6 feet under concrete with a recording of Roy singing Auld Lang Syne in a terrible British accent. Got it. What I meant was... you're just as protective as the man in the story." You say, smiling at him. 

For good reason, Jason thinks. 

Jason buries half of his face in your hair, hiding his answering smile. You smell like sugar and cinnamon. It's a familiar combination of smells that puts him at ease despite the atrocious amount of people in the museum.

You point to another artifact, afraid that you'd accidentally picked at an old wound. 

"Star-crossed lovers." He mumbles into your hair. 

"Bullshit!"

"Read it and weep, doll."

You read the plaque and the words 'meet' and 'different world' assault your eyes. You scowl at him. "Fuck you."

The grin on Jason's face is genuine. It makes something in your veins sing knowing how much fun he's having. 

Your face softens. "You really love this romance stuff, huh?"

Jason narrows his eyes at you.

"You were the one bawling your eyes out when we binged Spaces Between Us. Who the hell cries during erotica?"

"IT'S TRUE LOVE AND YOU KNOW IT IN YOUR SOUL," you protest, pounding your fist against his chest,"besides, you're the one who was crying nonstop when we watched the IDHY duology."

"I was crying because they were accurate book adaptations."

You blink at him confused. "There's a book?"

"Yes, you illiterate heathen."

"You sound like a conquistador."

“....”

"At least they got their happy ending." You say, changing the subject.  

"That's true."

"Still better than Titanic."

He furrows his brow at you. "What's wrong with the Titanic?"

"First of all," You pitch your shoulders like you're about to give him a lecture, "That was 3 hours of my life wasted on a shitty movie. It wasn't even that accurate."

"Princess, not everyone can survive the Arctic."

"And second, the most romantic scene in that romantic movie was the old couple staying together as they sank."

Jason laughs, a deep rumbling sound. It scrambles your brain, almost dissolving your annoyance until he opens his mouth again. "You sound like Damian."

"Jason Peter Todd, take that back." You screech, swiping at him. 

He jumps back, his laughter still echoing. "Stop sounding like the demon brat first."

You run after him, telegraphing your murderous intent. Jason walks away faster, sticking his tongue out at you. Your growl and claw at the air. You screech obscenities as Jason continues to evade you. He is having way too much fun with this. 

You chase Jason around the exhibition for a solid half hour before you come to a skittering halt.

Your eyes land on a vermillion book, leather bound and carefully crafted by skilled hands. You step closer to admire the swirling, arabesque patterns lining the leather. No title is embossed on the front.  It's thick. You would wager it was at least 400 pages.

Your eyes drift down even further, finding a  familiar scrawl. Below the book were photocopies of some of the pages. Pablo Neruda's 'If You Forget me', Beethoven's 'Immortal beloved', Ibn Hazm's 'My Heart', and a bunch of other poets you didn't know but recognized as ...

"Jason these are your favorites."

"What?" He says, walking over to you cautiously.

You look back down at the pages and your eyes catch on the one in the middle. From the numbering, it was the last.

Love is such a hard thing to define,

I don’t know if I could ever find,

The words to truly express the complexity of such an emotion.

It is an emotion felt in the heart,

Long before it makes sense to the mind,

illusive and uncertain until suddenly it just clicks.

Like so many things in this world,

we tend to know it when we see it in others,

even if we can’t be sure of it ourselves.

I think I’ve always known how much I love you,

When I look at you, 

I see everything I’ve ever wanted.

When I look at you,

I see nothing else but your perfect beauty.

Inside and out.

I'm not a poet, (Y/n), but I will tell you anyway I can how much I love you.

-Jason Peter Todd

Jason is a stone next to you.

His mouth is filled with sand as he looks at the far too familiar handwriting. He knew. He knew the moment he saw the red book what it was. Hell, the moment you told Jason it was Roy who told you to go to the museum, he knew what it was. God, why can't he just turn to ash. 

Jason can't make himself turn to you. He can't bear to see what ever disgusted expression you make. He just can't. 

He feels a tug on his sleeve. He doesn't move. He  feels another tug, this time harder. When he doesn't respond the second time, you lace your fingers in his and spin him around. 

You squish his cheeks in your hands. "Jason, you actual sap." You say. You look like you're glowing. You beam at him, all toothy and scrunched faced. Jason's lungs stop working again. His mind can't process what you're saying. All Jason knows is that something warm is crowding his chest, pushing everything else out.

"Wha?"

"Jason, you absolute dork!" You repeat, unfazed by his temporary bout of insanity.

Jason is blushing, looking like a strawberry with his freckles. Jason is more adorable than anyone has any right to be. But that's ok. That's perfectly ok cus he's yours.

In a moment of uncontained affection, you pull Jason to you, pressing a kiss against his lips. It's soft and earnest and exciting. It was a kiss Jason spent lifetimes dreaming about. It was you and completely you.

"Jay, they're beautiful." You say in a breathless laugh. 

Jason looked down at his feet. "I-" was never planning on giving it to you, he thinks. Because, why would you ever love someone like Jason? Especially, after what he'd done to you. 

As if reading his mind, you press your forehead against his. "I love you too, Jay, and you can't argue me out of it. Sorry bud, you're stuck with me."

Jason can't help the smile as it curls on his lips.

He's happy. He's so stupidly happy and he blames you.

"Plus, I already knew."

"Why didn't you say it first?" He asks, his fingers brushing against his tingling lips. 

"Cus," you say, pirouetting away from him, "you wouldn't believe me if I did."

"How-"

You put your hand up. "Trust me, Jay. I've tried before." You tilt your head back looking up at the sky light. The curtain of light fell on you like a spotlight highlighting everything ethereal about you. "Remember in Milan? When I told you I cared about you and you told me I didn't."

Jason remembered that. He was angrier back then. He snarled that to you like some wild animal and threatened to throw you out on your ass if you ever so much as spoke a word of that nonsense again. It was the first time he'd seen you look hurt. You face was wide open with shock.  Jason felt something in his chest tear at that look. He stormed off, leaving you in that room. 

When he came back, you offered him warm tea and a smile. You were quiet, inconsolably quiet.

It didn't…

He didn't…

It didn't occur to him that look in your eyes was heartbreak.

Jason curses under his breath.

You chortle at him, the mirth in your eyes incandescent.

"Yeah. Exactly." You say, clasping your hands behind your back. Jason would like to be buried six feet under with the only words carved into his gravestone 'I am so sorry (Y/n)'.

You snick seeing the look in his eyes. "Or that time in Paris. The one in the little patisserie when I told you in perfect Catalan that you meant more to me than anything else and do you remember what you told me?"

"I told you you were possessed." Jason's shoulders slump. "Please tell me you don't have a third example."

You smile at him pityingly. "I don't-"

"OH THANK FU-"

"I have 50. Well, 51 but the last one didn't count since I was joking that time."

In Jason's mind, his jaw hits the obsidian floor with an audible 'plop'. It would be loud enough that the entire museum would hear it were it real. He blinks at you. "You tried more than 10 times?"

"I was encouraged." You say shrugging.

"Of course, you were," he grumbles and you laugh. Jason's heart skips a beat but he pushes past the feeling in favor of pleading with you. "Please don't list them."

"Oh, I'm not." You hum. 

Jason sighs with relief. 

"I'm gonna leave that to Roy."

"Son of a- He knows?"

You look over your shoulder. "Yeah. Who do you think I complain to?"

"Who else knows?" He asks, trailing behind you as you walk to .... Jason doesn't know at this point and he doubts you do too. 

"Oh just your family."

"I'm surprised they haven't given me shit about it."

"Oh I bullied them into not doing it."

"Impressive." He whistles and you preen. 

"Always," you say smugly. You begin to walk a bit faster, craning your neck. "Now, let's go find out if Dickie installed that bakery I asked for." 

"That's what you're after?" Jason laughs.

"It's a noble goal." You protest. 

"You don't even need to feed."

"I need to feed my inner sweets monster. She's very fussy and is demanding crepes specifically."

Jason smiles softly at you, amused that of all the human traits you could have retained after being turned was a sweet tooth.

"Sorry to tell you doll face, Dickie still hasn't done it."

You look aghast like he'd slapped you in the face with a large baguette. 

"What?!"

"He hasn't put in your suggestion from 10 years ago."

"Where am I supposed to get my fix?"

"Are we still talking about sweets or have you moved on to cocaine?"

"Dunno, have you tried snorting sugar?"

"No. Why- Have you?"

"...my lawyer advised against answering this question."

Jason cackles. "How am I the stupid one?"

"I-" Your scowl turns sickeningly sweet. "Yanno, the third time I tried was when-"

"OK. Stop." Jason's face lights up again. "I give." 

"Pfff." You smile, looking far too pleased with yourself.

Jason straightens up, something sly passing through his eyes. You stop. The look in his eyes makes you nervous. 

"I think I know where you can get something sweet."

You swallow nervously.

Jason leans in. He’s so close to you. You can feel his breath brush against your lips. Nothing else around you seems to exist at the moment. 

You lean in to kiss him but you freeze when you register his voice. 

“I’m taking you downtown. There’s a new bakery there and I heard the crepes were to die for.” He chuckles, turning to walk towards the exit. 

“What the hell?!” You call out falling into step with him. 

He grins down at you, arms folded behind his head. “Something wrong, princess?”

Heat rises in your cheeks and elbow him in the side. 

“I want to take you on a proper date and I sure as hell am not starting here.” He says, rubbing his side and conspicuously not looking at you.  There’s a dust of peach on his face. Your anger fades away. It gives way to a fluttering in your chest. 

“Where?”

He looks at you then, brow furrowed. 

“Why don’t I take you to the fair, princess? There’s plenty of sweet treats there that’ll tickle your fancy.”

Your mouth waters when you think about all the cotton candy they have. 

“I heard there’s a kissing booth too, so if you’re lucky,” Jason continues, winking at you. Predictably, you blanch at him. You knock your knuckles against his chest. Jason chuckles, rubbing his chest. “Sorry princess, I mean if I’m lucky enough to get a kiss from you.”

The temerity. 

The gall. 

“As long as you get me something sweet.” You huff, exiting the building. 

Jason stops on the steps, turning to you with a sly smile. Crossing your arms, you pause bracing for whatever trick is up his sleeve. Jason tilts his head. He says something but the little noises of the city make the words hard to discern. You lean closer to hear him better. Jason steps closer to close the distance, his lips warm against yours. You’re stunned. Your entire body divided on how to react, some parts stiffen while others turn to jelly. 

He pulls away, wolfish grin unwavering. "That sweet enough for you sweetheart?"

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//okok Anakin has made his return. 😏//

DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AWAY

Dom¡ Anakin x reader

Warning: Daddy kink, rough play, overstimulation, Hair pulling, fingering, Choking kink.

(Y/n's) POV

"I think it's safe to say the little stunt you pulled earlier today was not okay. Don't you think?"Anakin asked, his tone eerily calm, yet sounding like that of an almost patronizing father scolding their child. A firm hand found itself resting upon your right shoulder. While the other lay atop your head, gently caressing your (h/c) tresses, Anakin's fingers were threading through it lightly, in a nurturing, almost loving fashion. But you knew better, this was anything but a lovers warm touch. There was a captivating, controlling notion behind it. He felt his relatively passive outlook towards your foolish actions were what scared you the most. His ability to assert his dominance over you in a properly mature manner; this was the one thing that ever truly concerned you, made you feel that you'd much rather prefer an outburst of rage and seething jealousy. To elicit a common reactor of most men and women, that normal blinding ascendence, anger and or feeling of deceit. Any of these factors were a hundred times better than Anakin's ways in coping with your negligence, disrespect, and flirtatious being. Your insubordination never ceased to go unnoticed by him. You were like a map, Anakin could read you every which way. He could see right through you, although Anakin could sometimes never anticipate your every move. For you, he was like a time bomb; and you knew just what made him tick.

"(Y/n) when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. I always expect an answer." chided, Anakin. Rather timid, actually. Attempting to respond, you could never find the proper words. It was infuriating  how he made you feel tongue-tied without having to do much. Always at a loss for the right thing to say.

While in deep thought, you had not noticed Anakin's hand slide further up and around your neck, his fingers gripping lightly, so not as to suffocate you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as you feel him crank your neck backwards, giving you an upside down view of his gorgeous features. His perfectly chiseled face looked down on you. His eyes, once a crystal blue, were now a pitch black sea consumed of darkness. A dark hunger, a lusting.

You began to tremble in slight fear beneath him, your steady heartbeat quickening. He could feel it. Hear it, what with your continued state of absolute silence.

"Oh little dove, don't go mute on me now." He cooed, mockingly. "You know what you did." More and more, your anxiety grew; heavy breathing now turned into light panting that would surely continue to increase by the minute.

Slowly, Anakin bent forward, bringing his face directly next to yours; his plump lips brush against your earlobe, sending goosebumps all over your body.

"You. know. what. you. did." He repeated, punctuating every syllable" And (Y/n), I want to hear you say it." Anakin whispered, in an almost menacing tone, as he then proceeded to nibble along your cartilage. This little action brought upon a muffled moan from you, one which you had so desperately been trying to suppress as he scolded you. Why did you like it. Love it. You didn't want to like it. He shouldn't have this affect on you. But somehow he did, it enraged and excited you simultaneously.

After what feels like an eternity of frozen time. You feel large hands grip your forearms tightly, bringing you to your feet. Without warning, your small body was shoved forward; now roughly pressed up against the vanity, one that stood quite tall in the shared bedroom Anakin and yourself had been occupying. The only thing louder than that Furniture piece thudding back against the wall from your tiny frames forceful impact, was the uneven intake of breath coming from the both of you. It was not only that of an exertion, but an inhabitant of a voracious hunger, of anger. The panting of desperation.

Anakin held you in place with his left hand, while his right made its way up the valley between your breasts, until it once again reached to wrap around your neck in a possessive embrace.

"I'm not one to repeat myself (Y/n).

So tell me. why is it that your in the position you are right now?" He said. Right as his face found shelter, nestled along the curve of your neck.

His body pressed firmly against yours, you shuddered faintly at the feel of Anakin's hard member. That too, made itself quite known. Not another word was said as he began trailing wet kisses down the side of your throat. Fingers press harshly into your sides 1..2..3 times. This was his signaling a warning to you; speak when spoken to. And right now, he demand you explain your every foolish action of the day.

Where would you begin?

"I'm-I just-I wanted-." Was all you could muster. Anakin did not tolerate the fumbling of words. Even though he found your incoherent babble precious, at other moments amusing. This was not one of those times. At the speed of light, his hand clamped around your jaw forcing your head to the side, both of you finally making direct eye contact. As you expected, the windows to his soul were still a pitch black abyss of lingering lust; an eager dominance swam in those captivating irises. One you had been all to familiar with, staring it down numerous times as the man before you had thrust in and out of your sacred walls.

Mocking a defeated sigh, Anakin's eyes held yours in a deadlock through the vanity mirror. Although he enjoyed watching you shrink back quietly, not able to speak. His patience for such behavior, had its limits. "Alright then...I'm sorry my dear (y/n). Truly I am." says Anakin, a fake sincerity evident within his voice. His eyes, that which held very little playful undertones; had now been swallowed up completely by the endless abyss. His ocean blue orbs, now ink shaded, had become thin slits peering at you from the smallest of crevices. "You brought this upon yourself, little dove. You've forced my hand." He adds, cynically. Before you knew it, the top layers of clothing you had on vanished in an instant. In nothing now but your (f/c) lingerie. vulnerable and in somewhat of a sedated trance, you continued to stare Anakin down through the vanity, not once letting your eyesight slip away from his, then again you were unable to look away even if you so desperately desired to. He held you in place with not only his hands or lean body, but his gripping gaze. It just wouldn't let you go.

His hands began caressing up and down the curves of your body, now and then he'd reach around to feel your supple breasts behind the thin lacy material. You could feel your heart pound against your rib cage, as tingles shot throughout your entire being. Anakin's lips brush along your neck, feeling the delicious thrumming of your pulse. He could sense your fear and delight. "Your enjoying this aren't you? All of it." He cooed. His hands traveled down towards your lower region, fingers skimming at the hemline of your panties. Shivers. An electricity ran up your body like never before. You did.

"Please..."

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you, little dove?"

"T-touch me..."

A deep, throaty chuckle escapes his lips. Retrieving his hands, Anakin leans closer to your ears.

"Why..give me one good reason?" He replies, taking a pause at each word. With no shame, no humiliation; you grabbed hold of Anakin's hand, clinging to it tightly while dragging it back to the one special place you found needed it. Only this time, you pushed his long, hard fingers passed the brim of your undergarments, sliding it across the silken wet folds of your most precious gem. At this, you shudder pleasantly; a fire set a flame within you as a clouded haze consumed your entirety.

You needed him, and you needed him right now.

"I deserve to be taught a lesson, don't I? Teach me a lesson, daddy. One I won't soon forget." Your voice had stopped shaking, now possessing a new found confidence, a sultry sweet essence. You knew it'd drive him crazy, then again. Was that not what you wanted in the first place?

(SMUT)

Before you knew it, Anakin had released himself from the confines of his trousers; aligning his member at your entrance, quickly ramming himself within the drenched vulva. A serious of groans stumble from anakin's lips, all the while you whimper in pure ecstasy.

“I-that f-feels so-.”

“You can never finish a proper sentence, can you dove?” Grins, Anakin;

his hands hold your curvy hips in place. Tightening his grip. Harder, rougher, faster he went. Their were no signs of stopping, he’d go on chasing his delicious release, ever so desperately. Certainly that did not mean he’d cease his attempts at driving you towards the edge, so close, simply to pull you right on back.

You’d never felt such an excessive amount of pleasure in your whole life. No one. Men nor women, would ever be able to bring you the gratification Anakin never abates to give you. Minutes pass and their it is. The stirring; a sensation your all to familiar with. A pressure increasing oh so rapidly in the pit of your belly. You feel as though your body is straining, fighting to latch hold of its sexual liberation. It grows and yearns until it is absolutely unbearable.

“Oh-g-god ye- please l-let me.” Again, your abilities to form a sentence are rendered incomprehensible. You find yourself pushing back hard onto Anakin’s long, swollen cock. At this, he grunts in a pleasurable anger. One hand finds its way into your luscious locks, the other clasps around your neck squeezing lightly. “What exactly are you asking of, pet?” He, scoffs; then proceeds to pull your head back against his broadly defined shoulder. You were so painfully close. Then suddenly, you weren’t.

Anakin halts his fierce movements, his aching manhood still deep inside your Blessed cavern. Gazing at you through the mirror, a smirk expands across his face; eyes still dark with an insatiable need. As you manage to control your heavy breathing, you turn your head to look at him. He could see a pleading look on your face

“I w-want t-to cum, sir. Pl-ease let me.” You beg. As pathetic as it was, you had not a single care left for your dignity to stay intact. Nothing was of importance, except feeling Anakin pummel into your soaking cunt.

“Tsk-tsk”

“My sweet little girl, do you think I’m doing this to please you? No, not at all. If anything, only one of us will come out of this fully satisfied.” Anakin, hisses. His one hand releases it’s hold on your neck, only just enough to push you closer against the vanity. Spreading your legs wider, arching your back further. “You’ve yet to explain yourself, young lady.” He growls, his fingers threading harshly between the strands of your hair. “I just wanted your attention, daddy.” You whimper. All the while, you attempt lowering a free hand down between your legs, wanting to brush your petit fingers along your engorged clit. You needed to be touched, fucked, anything.

However, this little action had only irritated Anakin all the more. Another growl emits from deep within him. Hastily, he grabs hold of your sides once again, pushing past your slippery walls. You scream out in delight while grabbing hold of Anakin’s biceps, nails digging deeply enough to break skin. Low guttural moans spill past his lips here and there.

“My attention, huh?” He grunts. His hips now ramming viciously into yours, it feels as if though you might break. Did you care? Force, no! He could ruin you completely for all that mattered. As each second passes, his thrusts quicken rapidly. Low groaning and loud whimpers were all that could be heard within the enclosure of the large bedroom. Sweat beaded both yours and Anakin’s hot skin. His hands groped your breasts, pinching the hardening nipples beneath the thin fabric of your brazier; your hands reached up to yank his hair harshly. Something you knew drove him insane. Although you hated to admit it, watching him fuck you senseless like this through the vanity, turned you on more than you could ever imagine. Still, you did not wish for him to know such a thing. You turned your head away from the sight of you two in the reflection of the mirror. Anakin, however, was simply not having it.

“Oh no you don’t.” He says, harshly gripping at your chin, forcing you to look back at the bare figures through the looking glass. “Don’t you dare look away, little girl.”

Over and over again, just as you were about to approach your orgasm. Anakin would pull you back from it. This frustrated you immensely. Tears began to brim at the corners of your eyes.

“Whatever is the matter, precious?” Asks Anakin, mockingly. He knew what.

“Pl-ease d-d-daddy! I need to cum. I’m s-sorry.” You cry out, right as you feel him brush against your g-spot. A fast interaction, but it still shot nerves throughout your body. The tears now streamed down your face. Still, as he notices this, not an ounce of guilt travels through Anakin. Well, perhaps a there might be a sliver of regret. Yet, he still maintained his ground. Another few seconds pass, when he finally stills within you, pulsating violently before coming inside of your needy Canal. You follow not to far behind, ready to quell the aching sensation between your thighs. It never comes. You never come. You tremble, not from an outpouring of orgasmic aftershocks, but of complete overstimulation. You look Anakin dead on, a dangerous glare so fierce washes over your beautiful (e/c) eyes in a silent rage.

He pulls out of you rather quickly, making you weak at the knees from such prominent sensitivity. Though seeing this, he grabs hold of you, hoisting you up to a standing position. Your legs wobble incredibly as you try to find your balance.

Another sly smirk finds its way upon Anakin’s deceitfully stunning face.

“There are other ways of getting my attention, darling.” He starts to say. Leaning the both of you closer to the vanity mirror, gradually pushing aside the tuffs of hair that clung to your face from pure perspiration. Before walking away. He looks back at you with just as much intensity as you did him.

“Purposefully flirting with the Jedi’s in training, is not one of them.” He adds, grinning maliciously.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Jesus Christ! I’m son sorry this took so long to post. I wanted to do it sooner, but I was swamped over with school assignments and work. I really hoped this would come out nicely, but it’s really bad. I’m so sorry! I tried, I really did. 😭

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[twstwonderlandstuff]

sebek realizes he likes hima's hair more than he realizes.

a/n: i am so weak to this trope OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHITTTTTTT also, hima is conciously mute, so if i offended anyone with my writing, please tell me right away. thank you!

"hey hima- AHHH!" deuce shrieked mid-greeting, surprised by the mass of hair that clumped on their hair.

"uh... was your hair always that... much?" ace asks, snickering. "no wonder you put it in a ponytail all the time."

the head beneath the forest of hair shakes as grim pipes up. "it's henchman's fault! during alchemy!"

hima manages a grouse, carrying the hair between their arms with a frown. it was an alchemy class gone wrong, where a drop too many of something was dropped onto the cauldron, causing it to explode. when crewel came to check, it was found to be a growth potion regarding whichever body part it hits.

their long orange hair (which has unfortunately been fading back into their original color, black), normally reaches their lower back when tied grew even longer, sweeping the halls of nrc as they walk.

they grumble, unable to pronounce their thoughts as easily. what is one to do in this situation?

"...will you be turning it back to normal?" sebek asks, uncharacteristically quiet. he'd normally throw a fit by now.

hima nods then sighs, miserably so, lifting their fingers to make a 7.

"it's gonna wear out in a few hours." grim explains, already busying himself in hima's hair, much to their chargin.

"ehhh, look at you, grim~" ace teases, chuckling at the sight.

"like a cat playing with a ball of yarn..." epel observes, hiding his laugh under his hand. grim stops instantly, jumping towards ace.

"that ain't true at all! y-yer' going blind!"

"are we?" deuce snickers, laughing at grim.

"i don't think we are." jack joins in, chuckling. only sebek didn't join the teasing, another uncharacteristic moment for him.

"i see..." sebek mutters, taking a lock of hair between his fingers and twirling it around.

before hima could sound a hum, sebek presses his lips towards it and gives it a kiss. "it's a shame. it's so beautiful."

"well, it'll be meddlesome for sir malleus if he were to step on it!" sebek haughtily laughs, dropping the strand of hair.

silence rings between the first years- oh, how the tables have turned.

"???? what? why are you humans looking at me like that?" sebek scoffs.

"you just..." deuce starts, gesturing with his hands towards sebek and hima.

"you're staring like I did something strange. all I did was ki..." sebek's eyes widen at the realization.

"!!!!" a boisterous blush blooms on sebek's face. "WAIT WAIT WAIT I-!"

hima looks down to hide their face, touching the lock of hair he kissed moments ago.

a loud scream pierces that whole school at that moment.

[laprincesaelena]

EOA Discord Ship Appreciation Week Day 1: Valentine’s Day

a/n: hey guys! i’m so excited to be participating in the EOA discord server’s Ship Appreciation Week! i’m posting this a bit later in the day than i intended, but better late than never, right? this is also the first time i’ve ever posted a fic on tumblr, so bear with me here! anyways, here’s some cute gabelena fluff! don’t ask me when in the canon timeline this is supposed to take place in bc if i’m being honest, i don’t really know lol. but who cares about canon this week? take some cute gabelena fluff :)

also, very special thank you to @procrastinateland for doing some absolutely adorable art to go along with this fic!! it won’t be the last time you’ll be seeing her work this week! (but in the meantime, go check out her blog!! she has some more cute eoa art and more!! :) )

fic is below the cut!

Ever since her and Gabe had started dating, Elena had been looking forward to their very first Sweetheart's Day as a couple. She already had a few ideas in mind for the occasion, and the night before the holiday, she had stayed up until practically sunrise, making sure that everything would be ready by the time he'd be off from a shift that morning. She couldn't wait to see what Gabe had in store for her the next day. When she finally got to lay her head on her pillow that night, she smiled, hoping to dream about how wonderful the day would be.

After only a couple of hours of sleep, Elena opened her eyes and stretched out a bit. Not being a morning person, she didn't have any incentive to even sit up. As she rubbed her eyes in an effort to wake herself up, she had a realization, it was Sweetheart's Day! Now, she was definitely awake. She shot upright with a smile, and excitedly pulled off her covers, and headed over to her vanity to begin getting ready.

Elena shivered slightly as she began to brush through her hair, there was a reason she didn't like getting out of bed, she was all warm and comfortable a moment ago. But, she knew that soon enough, she'd be warmed right up, hopefully from a kiss or two from Gabe, or by being all wrapped up in his arms.

A few minutes later, she headed over to her closet to pick out what she would wear. Normally, she wouldn't have to think twice about this, her casual red dress was her usual go-to. But, since today was a pretty special occasion, she figured she'd choose something different. After a moment of going through her many articles of clothing, Elena finally made a decision. She picked out a light and airy hot pink dress with a floral lace pattern, which came to about her ankles. She paired the dress with a pair of wedge sandals, along with her favorite golden earrings.

Elena then returned to her vanity to brush through her long hair one more time. Next to the mirror was a small vase, filled with orchids, a Sweetheart's Day tradition. She picked off one of the flowers and placed it in her hair, and smiled. At some point today, she'd hopefully be receiving an orchid from Gabe, even though she had already been his sweetheart for a couple of months now. But, before that, she had to make sure everything was ready for him!

The crown princess headed down the halls of the palace with a pep in her step. Something was certainly in the air today, as there seemed to be every Sweetheart's Day. But this year was even more special to her, since this year, she had a sweetheart to be spending it with. Every once in a while, she'd come across a member of the palace staff who had already received their orchid that day, or one rehearsing exactly what they'd say to their sweetheart. Elena couldn't help but smile, and give a quick congratulations or word of reassurance to whoever she came across. But then, when she encountered one of the royal guards, she pulled them aside, and told them to inform Captain Núñez to meet her in the parlor immediately after his shift had ended, for there was a 'very important matter' to discuss.

Gabe was just about to head out of the guard barracks before he was pulled aside, and told that the crown princess requested his presence in the parlor immediately, for there was a very important matter to discuss. Of course, Gabe would head right there, though he couldn't help but sigh. He didn't have time for this! But what if something was actually wrong? He didn't want to risk that, so, as quickly as he could, he headed to the parlor.

When Gabe entered the room, he was practically blinded by an overwhelming amount of pink, red, and white. Colored streamers lined the walls, there was a heart shaped balloon tied onto practically every piece of furniture, and in the center of the room, was his lovely Elena.

Elena had a table all set up, with a bundle of balloons attached to either side. Placed on the table was a frame of a favorite picture of the two of them. Red, pink, and white napkins were arranged in a pattern on each side, along with matching plates to go with them. In the center, was a homemade tres leches cake, with "Happy Sweetheart's Day, Mi Amor!" written in pink icing. Elena's face was lit up with a smile, she looked so proud of her little arrangement.

"Surprise! Happy Sweetheart's Day!" she exclaimed.

"So, this was the 'very important matter' we needed to discuss, huh?" Gabe asked her, a smile forming on his face.

"Yup!" Elena responded with a nod. "But come on, this is a very important matter, it's our first Sweetheart's Day together!"

"I guess you're right," Gabe said, and began to take a closer look at everything Elena had out on the table. "Did you do all of this yourself?" he asked.

"I sure did!" Elena replied with a proud smile. "Well, I had a little bit of help from the staff with the streamers, and-" But before she could finish her sentence, Gabe cut her off with a second thought.

"Hold on, did you make this cake yourself too? There's no way." he said with a small laugh.

Though he was born the son of a baker, and was at one point expected to carry on his father's business, Gabe wasn't too good of a baker himself, and he knew Elena had just about the same amount of skill.

"This time, I made it to two leches, all on my own!" Elena told him. "By the third leche I did have my abuela step in, just to make sure we could actually enjoy it. But, I decorated it by myself! Which, I'm surprised wasn't a dead giveaway."

The cake was frosted with a layer of white icing, not perfectly, but it was at least completely covered. Elena had clearly underestimated the amount of room the center of the cake had, for about half of the word 'Sweetheart's' gradually dropped lower and lower. There was plenty of room for the word 'Day', but 'Mi Amor!' had to be crammed onto the right side, below a slanted 'Sweetheart's'. Even though the presentation of it may not have been perfect, Gabe was confident that it tasted better than it looked.

"Hey, it's certainly better than anything I could've done," Gabe said, and walked behind the table to be beside Elena. He pulled her in for a quick kiss as she wrapped her arms around him. "Everything looks great, I love it!" he added with a smile.

"I'm so glad you do, I wouldn't risk destroying the kitchen for anybody else." Elena joked, and leaned up to kiss him a second time. Then, she turned back towards the table, and picked up the knife that was lying beside the cake. "So, want a slice?" she asked.

"Uh..sure!" Gabe said, but mentally hit himself for hesitating. Though he was confident Elena's cake had come out great, and any other time he'd love to sit and have a slice with her, but he was on a bit of a time frame.

"No promises on how even these slices will be.." Elena said to herself as she began to cut them both a slice. She placed each slice on a plate, along with including a napkin and fork.

Elena handed the plate over to Gabe with a smile, and before she could even grab her own, he had already taken a couple of bites. She softly laughed to herself, hopefully that meant he was enjoying it!

"So, what do you think?" she asked him.

"It's really good, Elena," Gabe answered, already putting another piece in his mouth. "You should make these more often!" he added, his voice a bit muffled from the decently sized piece of cake he'd just eaten.

Elena tried a bit of her slice as well, and she had to admit, she was pretty proud of herself, it was really good! She turned to sit on the couch, and patted the space beside her for Gabe to join her.

"You can sit, if you'd like," she said, even though she wasn't giving him much choice, she was implying that she'd like him to sit beside her. "We aren't in any hurry!"

But little did she know, Gabe actually was in a hurry. He knew he didn't have time to sit with her, the two of them might lose track of time and be there for hours! But he also didn't want to let Elena know of this, or act suspicious in any way. He had to think, and fast. So, he turned to the side, and mumbled a quick, 'Captain Núñez!' in a voice slightly different than his own.

"Oh, sounds like someone's calling me!" he said, acting as if he weren't the one to call himself. "Thank you for everything, bye!" Gabe added hurriedly, before quickly finishing his slice of cake, and practically sprinting out of the room.

Elena barely had enough time to process what had just happened before Gabe was out of the room. She placed her plate on the couch before getting up to follow behind him, but by the time she poked her head out into the hallway, she sighed upon noticing that Gabe was nowhere to be found, nor was whoever 'called' him.

She sat back down on the couch to finish up her slice of cake, while thinking of what could possibly be up with him. Was he planning something special for her? If so, what could that be? Or, maybe Sweetheart's Day simply wasn't a big deal to him, and he didn't really care about everything she had done for him. Elena didn't even want to think that was the case, he seemed to love everything, and she had stayed up all night for it to be just perfect! She did know one thing for a fact, though, something was up with Gabe, and she was going to get to the bottom of this.

As Elena began to search around the palace for where Gabe could've possibly gone off to, she happened to bump into her abuela.

"Mija! Just the girl I wanted to see!" Luisa said to her granddaughter with a smile.

"Hi, abuela," Elena replied, returning the smile. "How's your Sweetheart's Day been so far? Has abuelo done anything extra special for you?" she asked.

"Funny that you mention that, because I was just headed to the kitchen to whip up a batch of empanadas for our Sweetheart's Day tradition! You know they're your abuelo's favorite!" Luisa responded. "And, I figured since you did such a wonderful job with that cake last night, you could help me out with the empanadas as well!"

Elena's eyes widened as she shook her head, thinking back to her occasional disasters when it came to cooking. "Oh, no, that's alright abuela, I'm sure they'd come out much better if only you made them, you know what you're doing much better than I do." she said.

"Oh, come on mijita, you'll do just fine! I could use an extra hand, and how could you say no to spending more time with your abuela?" Luisa asked, wrapping her arm around Elena and pulling her in close.

Though Elena was really more concerned about finding out what was up with Gabe at the moment, she knew she couldn't say no. Besides, maybe taking a little bit to get her mind off of that and just spend time with her abuela would be nice. Plus, she might pick up a few more tips and tricks for baking, maybe she could even learn to rival Gabe's parents' recipe!

"Okay, if you insist!" Elena replied with a soft laugh. "Let's go, then!"

Elena got herself dragged into the kitchen, and Luisa got her right to work on mixing the dough. Thankfully, there was no possible way Elena could create any sort of disaster with that (or so she hoped), and with their teamwork, a batch of empanadas was in the oven in record time. But, they weren't finished just yet. Luisa decided they'd start on a second batch, but with a different filling this time! So, Elena reluctantly returned to her task of preparing the dough.

As Elena began to knead the dough, she couldn't help but wonder what Gabe was up to, and her doubtful thoughts returned. If only abuela hadn't wanted to make a second batch, she could've already found out what was going on! But here she was, kneading another batch of dough, which hopefully would turn out alright for her abuelos.

While the second batch was baking, Elena couldn't help but take a look out the window, where she noticed that the sun was already beginning to set. Sweetheart's Day was almost over, and she had barely seen her own sweetheart at all that day. Not to mention that when she did see him, he was in quite the rush. She was snapped out of her thoughts by a tap on her shoulder, and turned back to face her abuela.

"You don't have to stay here while we wait, mija." Luisa said. "You've been more than enough help, and I had lots of fun, you're not as terrible at baking as you may think!"

"Thanks, abuela," Elena replied with a small smile. "Are you sure you don't need any more help? I'd be more than happy to stay."

"No, I insist, you go off and enjoy the rest of your night!" Luisa responded, and was now practically pushing Elena out of the kitchen. "Also, remember to look down on your way out." she added with a wink.

"Look down?" Elena asked, but once she reached the hallway, she understood what her abuela was talking about.

Right at her feet was a small envelope, with her name written in the center, along with a heart. She'd know that handwriting anywhere, it was Gabe's! Elena smiled as she bent down to pick up the envelope, so he hadn't just brushed her off! Now, the pieces were beginning to fall into place. He must've been planning something for her when he rushed out so suddenly, and her abuela was definitely distracting her with baking until everything was ready to go. Not wasting a moment, Elena tore open the envelope, pulling out a small letter inside.

I wanted this day to be special for you,

But most of my ideas just wouldn't do.

You made my day great, so it'd only be right,

To treat you to the very best Sweetheart's Night.

All around the palace, I've left a few things,

Maybe a new dress, bracelets, or rings.

But before you're able to find that out,

I'll give you a clue to think about.

Weekly we fence in the gardens or Castillo Park,

But I won't have you searching outside in the dark.

Where you'd find a person curled up with a book,

Is the very first place I'd suggest you'd look.

Elena smiled as she read along, this was certainly an exciting way to spend the rest of her night! Once she read her first clue, she knew exactly where to go, and she headed straight to the palace's library.

When she arrived at the library, she began to look around for where Gabe could've left something. Right under the painting of Avalor Bay, she found something that definitely wasn't always there!

Elena picked up a brand new sword for fencing and smiled, she couldn't wait to use this at their next fencing practice! She looked it over for a moment, before noticing something else on the ground. Beside the sword was yet another small envelope, her scavenger hunt wasn't over just yet! She tore open the second envelope, and began to read the small letter inside.

I want you to remember, that forever, through and through,

I'll always be living "La Vida Dulce" with you.

On your bed is a gift, that like you is so sweet,

I know you'll enjoy this little Sweetheart's Day treat. 

Elena couldn't help but smile as she read along. She completely agreed, she's always living the sweet life with Gabe by her side. But, thinking of those words gave her an idea as to what this present could be, and she excitedly headed up to her room to see if her guess was correct.

Sure enough, when Elena entered her room, she spotted a heart shaped box placed on her bed. When she opened the box, she'd recognize the contents anywhere. They were chocolates from her abuela's chocolate shop! Elena couldn't help but pick one up and pop it into her mouth. She couldn't help but wonder if this chocolate really was as sweet as she was, since she definitely had her days at some points. But, one thing she definitely agreed on was that she enjoyed this Sweetheart's Day treat, Avaloran chocolate was one of her favorites!

Elena placed the cover back onto the box, and noticed yet another small envelope resting beside it. She tore it open, excited to see where this next clue would lead her.

I hope that you've been having lots of fun,

Sorry for keeping you on the run!

But this next clue is your last, number three,

The most exciting gift you'll soon see.

I'm sure you know that what I've said is true,

That no matter what, I'm always with you.

This Sweetheart's Day was filled with surprises galore,

I hope that together, we'll be spending many more.

I have one last surprise to complete our night,

I can't wait to see your face filled with delight.

Outside on the terrace is where you'll find me and more,

Happy Sweetheart's Day, mi amor.

Elena left the letter, along with the other few things she had accumulated on her scavenger hunt on her bed, and excitedly ran out of her room. She felt like she had barely seen Gabe all day, so she couldn't wait to spend more time with him, and to see what this exciting surprise was!

Once she opened the doors to the terrace, Elena stopped for a moment, and gasped. She took a moment to just take in her surroundings, everything looked amazing!

The terrace was illuminated by strings of lights, and in the very center was Gabe, waiting for her with a loving smile. Behind him was a table, perfectly decorated for a candlelit dinner for two. Elena could've sworn she saw a few of the empanadas she had made earlier on the table as well! Everything looked so perfect and especially romantic, Elena's face was certainly filled with delight.

"Happy Sweetheart's Day!" Gabe said to her, with just as proud of a smile as she had worn earlier.

Elena ran right over and wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him in for a kiss. Gabe caught her in his arms, and once they broke apart, lifted her up and spun her around.

"Gabe, this is amazing!" she exclaimed, the smile on her face only growing. "This is the perfect way to end our night!"

"I'm glad you love it," Gabe responded, a similar smile lighting up his face. "And I'm glad you ended up here, hopefully my clues weren't too confusing." he joked with a small laugh.

"I figured out each place right away, it was a lot of fun." Elena replied. "Thank you for doing this all for me."

"Hey, it's our first Sweetheart's Day together, this is a very important matter." Gabe joked. "Besides, you did so much for me earlier today, I wanted to give you just as great of a day."

"Well, my day didn't start out exactly as I planned, since I was a bit concerned about as to why you were in such a rush earlier.." Elena explained. "At first I thought you didn't care about what I did this morning, which I thought seemed unlike you, but before I could ask you, you were gone! And now, I understand why you seemed to be in such a rush." she added with a smile.

"Exactly." Gabe replied. "And I'm really sorry if I made you feel like I didn't appreciate it, because I absolutely loved it! It was such a nice surprise to come back from my shift to."

"I'm glad you loved it." Elena responded with a smile. "I love this so much too! Speaking of, we should probably stop talking before the food gets cold or the candles go out." she added with a small laugh.

"Hang on, there's one more thing I'd like to give you." Gabe said, and let go of her for a moment.

Gabe stepped behind the table, and lifted up a vase, filled with purple orchids, a symbol of Sweetheart's Day. He took one out of the vase and walked back over to where Elena was standing, and held it out in front of him.

"Even though we've been together for a few months now, I still wanted to ask you this. In fact, I've been hoping for this moment for a couple of years now.." he said.

Elena smiled as he held out the orchid in front of her. She wanted to just take it from him right then and there, since of course she'd accept it! But, she also wanted to hear everything he had to say.

"So, Elena Castillo Flores, will you be my sweetheart?" Gabe asked with a smile.

Elena smiled big as she nodded her head. "Yes, of course I will!" she answered.

Gabe placed the stem in Elena's hand, as she looked down at it with a smile. She placed the flowers behind her ear, now having orchids decorating each side of her dark brown hair.

Elena wrapped her arms around him once again, and pulled him in for another kiss. Gabe wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in a bit closer. Though she thought it was a bit cliché, Elena even felt her foot slightly lift off the ground.

Their very first Sweetheart's Day together may not have been completely perfect, but neither of them minded one bit. All that mattered to these two sweethearts was that they'd be able to spend their day together, and that it would be a day filled with oh so much love. And that's exactly the day Gabe and Elena received .

[morgansunflower]

"You're Grounded"

Batman/Bruce Wayne X Reader

Dick Grayson is Robin. Y/N is a cop for GCPD and is Bruce's girlfriend. Also I'm terrible at writing action. Hope you enjoy!

On my lunch break I sat down in the booth eating my fries at, Bat-Burger. I looked at the case file of two-face. I softly sigh remembering Harvey. He was my friend, Bruce's as well. I sense someone by me, I look at the reflection of the napkin dispenser, Grayson.

"watcha readin'?" I hear the young boy's voice say

I lower the paper putting it aside, as I look at the 12 year old with a grin on his face. I softly smile. He wore his suit, shoes and tie his uniform for when he go's to Gotham academy. He held his book bag with a long strap.

"oh, just an old case file watcha doin' here? How was school?"

"it was same, old whelmed school. Bruce, just picked me up. I saw him lovingly gaze to Bat-Burger and I saw you through the window. So then we decided to come see our favorite cop. Plus he's the opposite of traught. He's seriously needing a little pick me up from you. If you disgustingly know what I mean"

"Richard Dick Grayson!" I scold baffled at what he stated.

I lightly hit his arm keeping my urge to laugh at bay. I shake my head as, Dick sat next to me

He shivered in disgust "I'll be sent away with a lame excuse like every time and pretend I'm oblivious to what you two are doing"

I instantly blushed from embarrassment and face plant with my elbow on the table "first of all we aren't doing anything, secondly that's between Bruce and I, and thirdly where is my love?"

I hear Bruce clear his throat I lower my hand seeing Bruce with a tray. On the tray two burgers, my favorite milkshake, another milkshake and fries. Dick, reached over grabbing his burger, milkshake and fries.

"thank you!" Dick said with a grin. He sat down rubbing his hands together, licking his lips "bone Appétit!"

Bruce, sat on the other side he placed the tray in front of him. He gave me the milkshake I fondly smile to him

"thanks you have no idea how much I needed this"

I took a sip of my milkshake taking a relaxing breath. I see Bruce place the napkin on his legs. Bruce grabbed a knife and fork. I hold my smile back recalling the first time I saw him eat with a fork and knife with his burger. I hear my phone I look a call from, Jim.

"chief"

-"Arkham, ASAP bring your vest and essentials. Croc has escaped I need you here"

"will do" I hung up sighing hating the rare moment of peace is gone "duty calls"

I kiss Dick's head "bye Y/N"

"see ya kid"

Dick stood so I could get up. I got up, Bruce grabbed my wrist. I hear, Dick drinking the last bit of my milkshake.

"I'll be fine I'll call if I need, Batman" I whispered

Dick, eyebrows narrow together in shock "what about his trusted partner? He'd be nothing without his noble bird"

I chuckled Bruce, grunted I lean over and kiss him. He let go of my wrist Dick gently waved.

"see you later, Y/N" Dick said

"bye kiddo" I look at Bruce whom had a 'don't get hurt' look on his face "see ya love"

I made it to my least favorite place in Gotham, Arkham Asylum. With James we both held our pistols and flashlights providing our only source of light. I walked ahead of him. The atmosphere felt eery and I feel my hairs standing on my arm's. I hear a rushing movement

"I don't like this" I said

I feel a tight grip on my throat I see Croc. He held my throat holding me upward

"Y/N!" Gordon yelled I hear James shooting his pistol

I struggled to get out of his grip but couldn't. I feel my breath give out as he tightened his grip. James, bullets causing no effect.

"my midnight snack" he growled

"go to hell" I rasp nearly out of breath

I reach in my pocket and grab my knife. I open it behind my back and stabbed his shoulder. He threw me into the wall....

"Y/N.. Y/N! Dammit, woman wake up!"

I feel someone shaking me. I jolted awake seeing Jim. I took a deep breath

"where the fuck is that bastard" I gasp catching my breath

"I don't know he jolted when you stabbed him" he said

He offered his hand standing I took it and stood. I'm going to be in so much pain tonight. I continued on with a fast pace

"hey slow down! You just had a damn concussion, normal people would call off work. Hell I am going to have to damn force you into retirement" he said

"as I recall you are 6 year's older than me meaning you'll be retired first"

"you think that, doesn't mean I still can't tell you what to do?"

"you talk too much chief your going to draw too much attention to ourselves"

I walked on high alert James in front of me refusing me to take the lead. I saw Batman then on my left Robin. Of course they came they always do.

"boy's"

I saw Croc about to grab Dick. I pushed Dick away with my arm. Croc bit his sharp teeth on my thigh. I screamed in pain

"Y/N!" I hear from Bruce and Jim

"mom!" oh, Grayson

James, shot him he thrust kicked James into the wall. Bruce, threw a batarang at Croc, it casted a net catching him. He shook violently in attempt to escape. I limped to James I felt his pulse he's alive but suffering a major concussion and I don't even want to know how many cracked ribs he has. James, laid unconscious. I called a ambulance and back up to help deal with Croc. Jim, groaned and opens his eye's

"you know one of these days I'm going to get myself killed" he groaned

"I'll take care of Jim just stay here and make sure that bastard doesn't escape or anyone else get any ideas about pissing me off more"

I helped him stand he put his arm over my shoulder. Bruce, gave me a soft look. I gave him reassuring smile. I know he's worried but I'm fine, tip top shape. Actually I'm in so much pain I can hardly stand it but I need to take care of Jim. I helped James outside. I hear sirens the paramedics took James to the emergency room. I take my jacket off. I tied it around my bleeding thigh. I stayed to ensure that every person intending to hurt Gotham remained in the asylum. I walk outside I rub the sweat off my face.

"fuck" I mumbled I can't wait to go to sleep

I saw Dick and Bruce his eye's locked on me. I know I look horrible in other word's I've gotten my ass beat up. I have a lot of bruises that I know will be bothering me for a while. Bruce, looked at me. I smiled he crossed his arms. I limped to him wanting to kiss him

"stand down officer" Bruce said

"oh, please I'm--I'm I.. I'm fine" I said I feel light headed and my vision is fading

I started blacking out my consciousness leaving me. Bruce and Dick bolted running to me. My knees give out but thankfully Bruce caught me and held me bridle style. I took a deep breath feeling his comforting arm's. I was looking forward to him caring me like this but not under these circumstances.

Bruce grunts "you're grounded"

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 4)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy gets sick, and y/n goes to his house for a surprise visit.

Word Count: 1920

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 5

Over the next few weeks, the two of you had done many things together and had gotten even closer. You two went to the movies, a carnival, and even drove over an hour to a beach, where he teased you about your sloppy sand castle making skills. Most of the time he was at your house, eating with your family or just hanging out. There were even times where Hopper found Billy while driving and invited him to his house for dinner.

Because of that late beach night though, Billy ended up getting sick. Although he told you over the phone that he'd be fine, you secretly made a plan to visit him at his home. He always dodged your request to go to his house, but you made a plan to make him soup after school and deliver it to him.

Going to school without Billy felt weird and different. It felt lonely again, which became a foreign feeling. People began to treat you the way they treated you before Billy. Especially in biology.

One girl sat in Billy's seat and leaned into your space. "So how's it been being Billy's little whore?"

You didn't like that. Usually you didn't care about what people said about you, but her putting down Billy's name made you mad, something you didn't really ever have to deal with.

"I'm his friend, but maybe you don't know the difference." You tried to keep your voice calm, though it was surprisingly hard. You didn't want to look at her face, you were afraid that it'd get you angrier.

"Excuse me? You really think you can speak to me like that?!" You kept your eyes focused on the window. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

You looked at her. Her hair was full of hairspray, and you could tell that her hair is naturally straight, but she curled it. She wore heavy make up, and her hair was tied up high in a scrunchie. "Okay, what am I supposed to be looking at?"

She scoffed. "Someone who's way hotter than you." She glanced at a group of girls speculating, who nodded for her to go on. "Maybe you should leave it to the pretty girls to be with the guys like Billy. You probably aren't ready to give them what they really want."

You watched her smile at the group of girls. Your anger began to disappear. You understood now. She was just a girl, trying to fit in with bad people that control other people by bullying.

You looked in her eyes. "That's the wrong mentality. If someone isn't giving you attention, then you shouldn't try to give them your attention. You should just find someone who treats you the way you want to be treated."

She had her mouth open with something to say, but nothing came out. The bell then rang, and everybody went back to their seats.

After school when Hopper picked you up he also picked up Max so she could tell you where they lived. You first went to your home to make him soup and warm tea. When you finished, you told Hopper that you and El were spending the night with Max. So he dropped the three of you off.

"Crap." Max said. "Billy's dad is home. I don't know how he'll react to you giving Billy the soup and tea."

"El might have physical powers, but I have emotional powers. It'll be fine." That caused Max to crack a small smile, with the thought of that asshole of a stepdad losing to someone for once.

The three of you stepped inside, immediately causing Neil Hargrove to stand up from the couch. He eyed you, since you seemed around Billy's age. He stuck out his hand, to which you shook. "Hello sir. It's nice to meet you." You offered him a smile.

"Hey. Mind telling me what your doing here?" You saw him glancing down your body once more, with the snug clothes that Billy had bought you on.

"Oh, my sister and I are spending the night with Max. We just wanted to make sure that she goes to school safely tomorrow in case her brother isn't well enough to take her."

"Billy's always been a lazy ass kid. He can take her to school tomorrow, and you–"

You put a hand on his shoulder, sending exhausted emotions into him. "Sir, you look beat. You should probably go to bed."

"I... No, I–" You sent stronger emotions through him. "Yeah, yeah I'll go to bed now."

As he left for his room, you unzipped your backpack to take out the dinner you made for Billy. Max knocked on the door, and you heard Billy croak out a what?! "I have a surprise for you." Max said. "I'm coming in, so you better have clothes on!"

"What the fuck is the point of knocking when you just invite yourself in?!" He sat up angrily, but then saw you. His facial expression went from annoyed to shocked.

"Hi Billy."

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" You calmly walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "My dad–"

"Is in bed right now." You said. "He agreed to let me and El sleep over for Max before he went to bed." At this point Max showed El to her room, leaving the two of you alone.

"No, that can't be–" He cut himself off with a coughing fit.

"Billy." You said. "I have a way with people. Just trust me. Please?" You asked him, in a teasingly innocent way. He nodded, his face becoming more relaxed. You handed him the soup and tea. "I made these for you, so you can get better. I hope you like them."

He set them down on his dresser and scooted closer to you. He hooked his finger under your chin and raised your head. "You're too good for me doll."

You smiled gently and put your hand over the one that had your chin. As you put his hand down, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You should give yourself more credit."

He stared at you, his face beginning to feel hot. "What was that for?" He quietly asked.

You looked down in embarrassment. "Um, I saw somewhere that a kiss on the cheek was a term of endearment between someone important to you. Maybe I misinterpreted the meaning. Sorry."

He quickly put a hand on your cheek in a slight panic. "No no, sweetheart! That did mean something! I was just a little surprised, is all." You smiled and nodded, leaning into his hand. He gave you one of his charming, cheeky smiles. "Can I get another one on the lips?"

You chuckled. "No, that's different."

"It's to help me feeling better." He began to crawl closer to you.

"That's not what it means." You covered his mouth with your hand as he laid you down, trying to nuzzle his way into a kiss. "Billy!" You giggled. "Your going to get me sick!"

Max made a loud cough, stopping the two of you. "So, maybe you should put on your pajamas."

You sat up and ran your fingers through your hair. "Right! I forgot to bring something to sleep in."

"Maybe you could use one of Billy's shirts."

You looked at Billy, who nodded his head. You then grabbed a Led Zeppelin shirt while Billy stared at Max's smug face. Max did always say that he was a horny ass who would get what he deserves. He guessed that this will be that time; the thought of you in only his shirt and your underwear just sounded so hot to him, and Max was just eating it up.

As Max left, you were about to follow her before you left Billy grab your wrist. "Wait," he said, his voice low. "Can I have another kiss? Please?"

You leaned down and brushed a piece of hair from his face before kissing his forehead. "Good night Billy." You then walked out, leaving Billy to push his face into the pillow, his face burning and smiling.

"Ugh, what do even see in him?" Max asked as you put on the shirt.

You chuckled. "He's a good friend to me Max. Besides you, he's one of the people I know who treat me like a normal person."

She let out a sigh. "Whatever."

"Good morning." You said as Billy watched you put up your hair in the open bathroom. Instead of leaving your hair completely down after taking your morning shower, you put up your bed head in a half bun. "How are you feeling?"

He leaned in the door frame. "Better, thanks to you."

You smiled at him before playing with his hair and getting an idea. "Can I do something with your hair? It'll be discreet, I promise."

He wanted to say the hell you can, but looking into your eager eyes caused him to be reluctant. The two of you went to the dining room for Billy to sit down. He felt your fingers play with the lower part of his hair, and he secretly liked it.

As you finished and tied it together, Max came up and let out a chuckle. "Looks good, which is weird since you always look like crap." She smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't say anything in front of you.

He then got up to look in the bathroom mirror, and smiled. You made a small hidden braid. It looked good. "I like it." He said as he came back.

"Really?" You beamed as he nodded. You all then ate cereal together whilst talking to each other. Billy thought of you in adoration. You somehow managed to make his shithole house into a normal one by just being there. You truly are that amazing.

As you and the two younger girls got into the car, Billy grabbed his backpack and walked out of his room to see his father standing in the door frame and looking at you. "She's pretty fine looking, don't you think?"

Billy felt disgusted at Neil thinking of you in that way. He mumbled out a yeah to please him.

"She isn't like the usual sluts you have, so you probably don't have a shot with her. I think you should go for someone a little more easy." Billy said nothing as his father walked away after that.

As Billy sat into the car, you put your hand on his thigh as the two girls were talking amongst themselves. You gave him a look, silently asking if he's okay. He gave you a small smile and a little nod. You gently squeezed his thigh before bringing your hand back and contently looking out the window. You knew that just asking was enough to make him feel a bit better.

By next week you got sick, to which Billy was at your house every night after school; you had Hopper make sure he was at school instead of with you. He tried his best to take care of you, and it made you feel a different kind of happiness. You still don't know what it is, but it makes your face burn up from the things he says and does.

One day El opened the door while you and Mike were playing a card game, and Billy sat on the ground next to you, scooping you up and putting you on his lap. He handed you a piece of paper. A flyer for prom. "Guess where we're going."

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[iwoulddieforkeanureeves]

Fortune Favors the Kind (John Wick x Reader)

This is like a Mentor!John x Young!Reader, requested by @depressed-comics

You never thought you'd be stuck under the thumb of the Russian Mafia, but your father made some pretty bad decisions, and had used you as collateral to try to spare his own life. So they took you when you were young, and had been training you ever since, trying to make you an assassin that could rival that of the Baba Yaga. They took everything from you, you had no semblance of a normal life, you were stripped of your empathy and emotions for others. The only things you could ever think about were death and destruction.

Those who had trained you in combat, weapons, and espionage had deemed you fit to start. It was only fitting that your first mission began on your eighteenth birthday. Most eighteen year olds would be hanging out with their friends, maybe getting a tattoo, not using the guise of an escort to assassinate a high profile drug lord with debts to the Mafia. Once you had gotten him alone in his room and put a bullet in his head, something clicked as you watched the life drain from his eyes. Your training failed you as you lingered rather than flee the scene. You had never killed anyone before. All of those years of being told to not feel anything, you couldn't help but let emotion wash over you as his blood began to seep into the bedsheets. Shock gripped you as a tear rolled down your check and you gasped as you heard the door crash behind you, before you could react two burly guards grabbed you roughly. You were still in a haze as you began to struggle meekly against the guards, with one swift motion one of them hit you in the temple with his pistol and your consciousness faded.

~

You awoke hours later, your head was pounding and you could feel that you were tied down to a chair. There was duct tape covering your mouth. You slowly opened your eyes, blinking to adjust them to the light. There was a single bulb above you, illuminating your figure. You could see the rough outlines of men that loomed just out of the light. Your training kicked in as you began counting silhouettes and formulating a plan to get out. One of the men stepped forward, you were confused as you realized he was one of the higher-ups in the Mafia's chain. Viggo's eldest son.

He shook his head softly as he approached you, "Oh little белладонна, you had so much promise..." He ran his hand down your face, before gripping your jaw hard, "But you showed weakness, you know my father will not be happy." He said, his tone still soft. "You will be punished."

You cursed inwardly, this must have been some test, and you had failed. Your mind was racing, you meant nothing to these people, so your punishment would most likely be torture or death. Or both. You inhaled sharply as another figure came out of the shadows and slapped you harshly across the face, and another came with a knife to slash you across your collarbone. You dug your nails into the wood of the chair as you saw the brother pull out a revolver, you were sure this was the end. But before he could raise the gun to you, you saw the door to the room fly open as a tall looming man came in, using the body of a guard as a human shield as he began mowing down the men in the room. Within an instant you recognized him, the Baba Yaga himself. Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you heard the sounds of bullets flying above you. You began trying to free yourself from your bonds as you prayed he wouldn't kill you too.

~

When John was infiltrating the safe house Iosef was being kept in, he did not expect to find a young girl strapped down to a chair being interrogated by one of the Tarasov children. He began taking down the men in the room, he didn't have time to reload as he was being approached by more guards, so he threw his weapon, smacking a man right between his eyes and sending him to the ground. He began fighting hand to hand. He observed his opponents and his surroundings. He was slightly outnumbered, there were still four men and the brother, and he had already been worn out. He was reminded by the dull pain in his lower abdomen as he began deflecting punches and flipping men on their backs.

He kept this on for a while, but he felt he was getting into a nasty situation, as he was being pinned to the ground with a knife dangerously close to him. Before he even realized what was happening, the scared little girl from before came back into action. You let out a yell as you jumped up, flipping both you and the chair back onto one of the guards, shattering the wood and freeing your limbs. Lightning fast after you had pulled that maneuver, you had grabbed a gun from the ground. The man who had John pinned looked behind him could only see the barrel of your pistol before you shot him. You slowly stood up and kicked the man's body off of John's.

John sat up and looked at you, then back to the corpse that had been a threat to his life just moments earlier. He looked back up at you, and just stared for a moment. You were so young, he definitely pegged you as a hostage of some sort, let alone someone with training. The thought of it made him angry, you were just a kid. No child should have to live the life of an assassin. John wordlessly stood up and brushed the dirt off of himself. "We should get out of here." He stated simply, and began walking towards the door. "I'm John, by the way." He grunted.

You followed. "(Y/N)." You said softly, still a bit in awe that you were spared by the greatest assassin you'd ever heard of. You knew you should fear him, but you trusted him. After all, without him you'd probably be dead in a ditch. You took the lead in guiding you and John out of the safehouse after he had killed Iosef. You knew the layout of the building incredibly well, as this was where most of your training took place.

~

You were sitting in the passenger seat of John's car now, you started silently ahead as he put the car into gear and began driving. Before long, he was the first to break the silence. "Why were you down there?" He asked, his voice gravely and rough but his tone was soft and inquisitive.

You looked at him before looking back down at your feet. "They were training me to be the perfect assassin, but when they sent me out on a mission I showed emotion and didn't live up to their expectations." You explained, your voice barely above a whisper as you stared out of the window.

John gripped the steering wheel, "You're just a child." He said, his voice becoming more strained, "Why were you down there, before that mission?" He looked at you, besides the large gash on your chest, you looked like an average teenage girl. He couldn't imagine how you had gotten ties to one of the deepest rings of the Mafia. The same one he was in before he had went into retirement.

You began to shake as you thought of your despicable excuse for a father, tears clouding up your vision. "My father, he..." you paused, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, "He has his debts, and instead of fixing them himself he decided to pawn my life to save his own. But they just killed him anyways." You let out a dry laugh, running your fingers through your hair.

John felt even more angry than before, how could anyone give away their own flesh and blood? Let alone give them right into the hands of a ruthless crime organization. "It sounds like he deserved it." John mumbled, looking out at the road ahead of him. His mind began to wander as you didn't speak up again. He thought of Helen, his heart sank as he imagined her smiling face. They had always talked about having children together, and she had always wanted a little girl. He couldn't imagine just throwing away something like that. John pulled up to his home, and put the car into park.

He got out and opened your door for you, "Let's get you cleaned up."

~

You winced as John gingerly dabbed antiseptic onto the large gash across your chest. It was strange seeing this man who had a reputation for being incredibly deadly and focused be so gentle and kind. "I'm sorry, I know it hurts." He said, continuing to clean the wound.

You looked around, seeing the empty dog crate and all of the photos of John and Helen together, but yet the house was eerily quiet. You had heard of John leaving the business, and about his wife. You looked back down at him as his eyes were focused on your wounds, you felt so bad that everything had been taken from him. His voice broke your train of thought, "(Y/N), do you have any other family?" He asked as he stood up, finished with your first aid.

He knew the answer before you even said it, no. He knew looking at you that you were like him, no more family, everyone who loved you was long gone by now. He knew what he had to do, what Helen would've wanted him to do. "You can stay with me, if you'd like." He offered.

You were stunned, you had never been treated with as much kindness as John was giving you right now. "Seriously?" You asked meekly, and he nodded. You couldn't help but smile, "That'd be really kind, thank you John." You said.

John smiled and nodded. He never thought he'd be anyone's mentor, or father, or anything of the sort. But he knew he had to help you, he didn't want to world to keep screwing innocent people over. He was going to help you, and take you under his wing, whether it be trying his best to give you a normal life, or teaching you everything he knows about life as an underground assassin. He would do it, he finally had a chance to create something positive out of all the shitty things fate had thrown at him. To do something that would make Helen proud.

Fortune may favor the bold, fortune may favor the brave, but it also occasionally favors the kind.

Part 2: https://iwoulddieforkeanureeves.tumblr.com/post/185667051574/after-john-finished-up-his-business-with-the

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Addicted Michael Langdon (Rock Star AU) x Reader

Warnings: drug use, overdose, death, smut

A/N: I don't remember right off hand exactly which blog in this fandom started the rockstar Michael concept but decided to give this type of an idea a shot. Note that yes there is drug use and overdose involved resulting in death because of an action taken on reader. This could be triggering to some, might want tissues handy cause it is sad boy hours on this one folks. As always send feedback much love and thanks for reading my fics guys! Note the lyrics used are from Learning To Fly by Pink Floyd.

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//Into the distance a ribbon of black

Stretched to the point of no turning back

A flight of fancy on a windswept field

Standing alone my senses reeled

A fatal attraction is holding me fast how

How can I escape this irresistible grasp?//

Y/N looked on in mute horror. Horror was something she had not felt before in her life. There he was, almost catatonic, a look of aloof disinterest on his otherwise flawless and beautiful face. In his left hand a small bottle was loosely clutched, open, contents scattered upon the ground below. His hair was dishevelled, his upper body unclothed, a trail of saliva dripping from his slightly-parted mouth onto his chest. His unblinking gaze stared at something beyond focus, something only he was seeing.

What what happened? She asked in a cautious whisper. She gently plucked the small bottle out of his hand, realising he had overdosed. Purposely overdosed. What could have happened to drive Michael to such reckless, illogical behaviour? What drove this normally calm and deliberate person to such an abrupt, impromptu act? What demanded such drastic and permanent release?

It was too late. She knew it was too late. Not knowing what to do for such circumstances normally, Y/N only looked on helplessly, slowly crouching down by his side. She tentatively reached out and touched his bare shoulder.

Cold  both her fingertips and his skin. The two of them were both abnormally cool-blooded, he had penetrating and yet distant blue eyes,  fair skin and fine features. And yet he was colder than was normal for the two of them.He gave her no response, didn’t register her presence.

Taking a firmer grip, she shook him gently, knowing he wouldn’t respond. He lost the balance from his precarious position, haphazardly propped against a fallen chair. His right arm, previously draped across a side of the chair, smacked the ground with a sickeningly final thud. She caught his head against her chest, his head lolling down and to the side as if he wanted to suck on her breast. He was heavier than she remembered. She couldn’t think of why this could be.

She cradled him, rocking back and forth slightly. A tightness grew in her stomach and throat, a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her breath was suddenly shaky and her mouth grew dry. A tear froze as it formed at the corner of her eye, falling and shattering upon impacting against the colder-still floor. “Michael… please please wake up,” she stated desperately.

She closed her mind thinking back to the first time they had met, both of them were junkies it seemed to be one of the few things that kept them together asides from the sex. They may have a toxic relationship but like a moth to a flame she was drawn to him and she kept coming back for more.

2 years ago...

‘I need it so badly, and I need to see him, be near him.’

I want to find another dealer, but I can't bring myself to look. I just keep coming back.

I love him. I don't know if he knows it, but I do. With all of my heart.

I took my first fix to impress him. I don't care that I’m an addict; it gives me an excuse to see him.

And I do see him. Almost every day.

I let myself fall into the delusion that he loved me too, at first. When we met, in a bar, he gave me some crack. I liked it, of course, and he told me where I could see him and get more.

At first he just scared me, but gradually I started to look forward to going to see him to see him, as well as to get my fix.

I was a virgin. One night I gave that to him, and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. But when I woke up the next morning, he handed me about three weeks worth and told me I’d earned it all. I slapped him, but he just laughed and said he’d see me soon.

I held off the stuff for about a week, and then I couldn't do it anymore. It was even better than it had been the first time around.

When I ran out I went back to him, same as I always had before, with my money in my backpack.

He smirked, and told me I didn't need to give him any money, looking my body over knowingly. I was so tempted to do it. “Are you brave Y/N?” He asked me not taking his eyes off of mine. I looked at him nervously “why do you ask?” My stomach was tied in knots an excited feeling rushed through my veins.

“You want some of this?" He held up the small baggie to my eyes, which contained a fairly sized black hunk of something. I didn't have to ask him to know what it was.He had the sexiest face when he was offering you drugs, a straight, poker face, with a little smirk that just screamed "Come on, you know you want to,". I chewed at my bottom lip contemplating it for a moment. "Come on, it's the greatest feeling ever. I'll shoot it for you and everything, I guarantee you won't be able to move for the next hour, I swear. It's the best, no lie." Michael urged me.

I hesitated slightly, my heart thundering against my ribs. Everything in my brain was screaming 'NO! You idiot! Remember health class?' "Awh hell, off to the races!" I said, laughing, and instantly feeling a rush of anxiety. Michael laughed, "Yeah, you want this," and then he pulled out a spoon from his pocket, breaking off a chunk of the black tar heroin and setting it in the spoon to melt it down. He was always so cocky, but it suited his personality.

My stomach was starting to feel funny from all the adrenaline pumping though my body as he patiently turned the black mass into a liquid; I hadn't felt this antsy since the last time we were tweaking out on shards. I couldn't believe I was about to do this; one hit and I could be addicted.

Before I knew it, Michael had taken a hold of my left wrist and was holding my arm out straight, tapping against the main vein in my elbow until it was raised and throbbing.

"You're gonna want to look away for this," he said, as he held up a small syringe he'd filled with the drug. "This is gonna be like nothing you've ever felt before."

I smiled, and said "Hell yes," before I looked up into his eyes. He met my gaze, his blue eyes distracting me from where the needle was going. I felt the pinch, and winced slightly.

“You're ok, you will be ok Y/N," he said, he smiled, still staring into my eyes. "Eyes right here."

I stared back, smiled, and felt the needle being withdrawn from my arm. I exhaled slowly, wondering when it was supposed to take effect--

The rush of euphoria you get from shooting up heroin is unlike anything else. You could be going through horrible withdrawals, but after you see that red cloud of blood erupt in the syringe, you’ll feel like you're on top of the world in seconds. You feel weightless, and warm, and safe.

“How you feeling Y/N?" Michael asked, getting down to my level to look me in the eye, his smirk setting my nerve endings on fire. ‘fuck why is it that his smirk damn near destroys me?’ I thought to myself. I tried to speak, but my mouth wasn't working with my brain...or, my brain wasn't working with my mouth. Actually, I don't think my brain was working at this point at all, it was all just too slow. Even my tongue felt heavy.

It seemed like a long time passed, I heard Michael opening up the small baggie once again, heard the lighter click to life, closed my eyes and felt my breathing, watching the colors dance past my eyes as I heard him hiss from the needle, heard the THUMP as he hit the floor.

A few moments had passed then I saw Michael get up from the floor, and plop down onto the end of the bed, smiling and looking down at me. I looked back up at him, and in my mind a vague feeling was starting to swim around, to spark to roaring life amidst the haze that I was feeling everywhere else.

“You feelin' good?" He asked, tilting his head and grinning at me in the way he always did after witnessing me getting fucked up in some way or another. A grin that said, 'Now that's what I'm talking about', before always asking the same question; You feeling good?

I tried to wrap my mind around how I was feeling, to grasp at how hot it was starting to feel between my legs, how when I arched my back upward I wanted something to be there, to be in the space between my legs, in the heat and the wet, to fill me up, make me moan.

And without really meaning to, I did moan. I let out a low, hungry growl, closing my eyes and allowing my head to fall backward.

Michael chuckled, a low, almost animalistic sound. “Y/N...you want to fuck don't you?" I didn't respond, merely laid there, eyes still closed, feeling my head fall to the side, my nose against my right bicep. It was so hot, I could hear myself panting, feel it in my breasts as they rose and fell with my breath.

"Yeeeeeaaaaahh, you wanna fuck," I heard Michael  say, his words long and drawn out. "You're so horny right now it's driving you out of your Goddamn mind, isn't it?"

I heard myself moan again, still unable to think my way out of the warm cloud that had settled over my body. All I knew was that I wanted a dick, a hard, long, thick dick, shoved into my pussy, and I wanted it now. I gave a small growl of frustration, arching my back upward again.

Michael takes hold of my wrist all of a sudden, forcing me to still. Then he lowers my arm, meeting my stare in the dimness of lamplight shining from a table. “You look like you have somethin’ you wanna say, Miss Y/N.” I bite the inside of my cheek. “Do I?” “Yeah. Do you?” “I – I.” I was unable to formulate a complete sentence. God he’s beautiful. I’m mesmerized. Enthralled. Captivated. Whatever this emotion of want is.

Long, blonde hair dusts him all over. Glazed in a sheen of sweat.“Oh…” I’m at a loss for words, so awestruck. He begins undressing himself,His hands are on his belt, undoing the buckle. His trousers sag some, slipping down his waist.I close the distance between us, pushing aside his trembling hands to use mine. I undo his belt then unfasten the button of his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles.

Michael looks at me he holds my face in his big, calloused hands. “You can’t be real.” “No?” “No. You have to just be some illusion I’ve thought of. You’ll disappear soon.” “I don’t think I’m leaving, Michael,” I confess, voice breathless. His touch is like fire, letting me feel that more than I desire.

I flush with heat, taking in the truth that he’s naked now. Naked. In front of me.“You wanna join, darlin’?” “J – Join?” He gently traces his fingertips across my arm I can't help but shiver “yeah you look cold  guess even angels need warmth, huh?” he narrowed his gaze on me, he stretches out an arm to grab my wrist. He pulls me into him, sitting up to hold me in his strong arms. Heat blooms all over my skin as he embraces me from behind, sensations I had thought I lost or maybe never realized I had.

He makes it seem like I have nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to do but relent, to surrender and release the tension I’ve been holding in. His breath warms my ear, tousling strands of hair. He moves closer, pinning me to the wall. I hold in all the breath I can as his scent overwhelms me, musk and oil and smoke. He has one arm over my head, bracing his position over me. His other hand rests near my abdomen, hovering over his shirt that I have on. His blue gaze doesn’t leave mine. “Can I touch you?” I blink, dark lashes fanning out tears. “I – I’ve never been touched like this.” “Never?” “No.” 'sure we had had sex before but this moment seemed different electrified. This was the first time he even really touched me at least like this… so soft, so sensual.

“You – You don’t have to.” I managed to stutter out awkwardly. “I can. You look like you want me to. You have for a while. It doesn’t have to be more than this, and I don’t mind doin’ it for you.” His touch is like fire, as before. That tingling that I hunger for. The licks of heat over my skin sets my nerve endings on fire. His rough fingers slither over my slit, forcing me to let out a muffled noise as I shudder. “Want me to stop?” “No. No. More… do more.”

He pushes closer, leaving no space amid us. His teeth sink into my throat, biting sensitive areas I didn’t know I wanted to be bitten. I arch my back, bending a little as he presses a knee between my thighs.He rubs, for a few minutes. Stroking. Caressing.He nibbles my neck, the muscle that runs down to my shoulder. His shirt falls off of me some, slipping off the shoulder his mouth is on. I rest my palms on his chest, nails scratching over his skin. He hisses then sucks beneath my ear, licking his tongue back and forth. “Oh, Michael,” I moan my breath becoming more rapid making me almost dizzy.

He parts me with his fingers, rubbing the warm slick that’s dripping out of me. “God, Y/N. You moan like an angel.” He pushes one thick digit into me, then another. Stretching me, he thrusts in and out at a slow pace. I fall into a haze of bliss, drowned in the blazing sensations that wash over me. I move my hips in time with his hand, finding a tempo with him. A blinding crescendo rises and rises. Hotter. Brighter. ”I’m so close, so close –”  Then the flat of his thumb circles over my clit and I scream, coming undone.

This was an all new heightened sensation, and throughout our relationship it seemed the more we experimented with different drugs the more the sexual connection we had seemed to get more and more intense. Hell we were just as addicted to the sex as much as the drugs. To be honest I think we tried just about everything, Crystal meth, shrooms, coke, mollies you name it then most likely we had tried it. But it seemed like nothing was enough, another fix needed to keep the euphoric rush going. Each time more and more it seemed like he needed, like a junkie he couldn't seem to get enough. But it seemed heroin was always his vice, his ultimate fix of choice.

Being on heroin is akin to being in a toxic relationship. You start off knowing you're playing with fire, but you tell yourself it’ll be casual and you have more will power than to let yourself fall into addiction. Unfortunately, the pull of heroin is stronger than you, and by the time you realize you’ve lost control, you already lost it a long time ago. This kind of end was not for the likes of him. In one long continuous movement she eased him to the ground, laying him on his back and lovingly straddled him. She had one hand pressed against his cold chest, the other gripping the handle of the blade. Her hand wavered a little as it hovered above his chest. She glanced away, eyes a little misted by tears that were unaccustomed to forming, and thus shy of coming out.

Die by the blade, she whispered barely audibly. He never was much of a fighter she was the warrior of unparalleled potential of the two of them and yet she believed, she knew, that he wouldn't want it any other way either.

With one efficient movement, she plunged the blade neatly into his heart. She opened her eyes with a start, sharply glancing down at him as she felt a tensing beneath her and the slightest of hitched gasps. His eyes, free of the madness, clear of the haze, looked back at her with such a whirlpool of emotions and questions she nearly choked on a gasp of her own. She felt a new horror. A new kind of chill. She couldn't find her voice, and wouldn't have known what to say anyway. She looked back into his eyes, silently pleading.

“Michael Langdon?”

Questioning turned to acceptant understanding, forgiveness, and finally to a slightly guilty apology. The corner of his lips twitched into the briefest of smiles, as if trying to reassure her that everything would be fine.

“L-love,you.”

His eyes glazed over again. This time he wouldn’t be waking up for her again. The crimson trickled over his skin and stained her sleeves and her skirts. Never had she made such a costly error of judgement.

Michael Langdon died of an overdose. A plaque in his memory was put up, reading, “There is no substitute” Unfortunately for music fans, as well as the family and friends of the victims, too many singers have died before their time either directly or indirectly because of drug use and abuse.

Michael Langdon

The raspy voiced rocker died at the age of 27,  from a heroin overdose. Born Michael Reese Langdon, but known as “Mick” to his friends and family, Joplin is famous for some of his hit singles such as “Tear Me To Pieces,”Come Undone With Me” “Cry,” “ Asphixiate, “Bring Me To My Knees,” and his personal  favorite, “Sex Goddess.” In 2017, Rolling Stone magazine ranked him #46 on their list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.