helveticathestitcher · 8 months ago
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STRAY DOG <VER. LACRIMOSA>
Zenith-A Project Katalepsis Prototype | Ver'million Blue's use Mobile Suit
I love a monster mech and Millie's Stray Dog (as played by the incomparable @sylvibullet) is one of the coolest. The description of the Lacrimosa Drive activating for the first time lives rent free in my head. I tried to capture the chitinous look and I'm really happy with how the paint job turned out but there's a lot I would change if i did a version 2 (like finding a kit combo that could stand on all fours). I wanted to capture the "crying" oil leaking from the eye effect and I'm kind of mixed on how that turned out, but over all not bad for my second kit bash. I have some WIP and process photos bellow the cut. Stay tuned for the rest of the Rapid Evening coming... eventually? You can check out my other builds here.
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The under coat of the paint job has glow powder in it but the effect wasn't as cool as I had in my head. Oh well, still pretty happy with this one.
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daydreamgoddess14 · 1 year ago
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Support System pt. 8
Roy Kent x Reader, spicy rating - MASTERLIST
CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7
It's gala time! With a sprinkle of Tedbecca cos I've missed them!
ohh and this is the gif on repeat in my head (that SMILE!! JFC):
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He hasn’t seen the dress yet. You’ve hung it up in his spare room while you deal with the other stuff you don’t do all that often like hair and make up - and when you do do it, you have a little shadow following you and asking if she can share your lipstick, what’s mascara, and why do you need to put that weird thing on your eyelashes. You’d both had to rush to get ready for work after he’d fucked you in the kitchen, everything taking that little bit longer when you could hardly keep your hands off each other. He’d gone off to Nelson Road with the promise of meeting you in the city so he could collect his suit. He’d run you a bath when you’d both gotten back to his, kissed each little fingertip bruise on your hips. You’d gone with Sara to get a manicure for the first time in a very, very long time, while Phoebe played Princesses with Roy.
“Jesus, you’re glowing. It’s sickening.” She laughed.
“I know you don’t want to hear this but just pretend it’s not Roy for a sec, cos it’s not really about him anyway, but it’s insanely different. Like night and day different to anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, Sara. My whole fucking life. It’s like I’ve been struck by lightning. With Andy it was just about him, with anyone else before actually. Like they didn’t actually care about me, it was only ever about them. And I mean that in every aspect, not just the sex.” She pulled a face, “I know, I’m not going to talk to you about the sex, I promise. I wish I could, because I need to shout it from the rooftops in all honesty.” 
“I told you, he’s so ready to make someone happy. I’m glad that person is you.”
“I’m still nervous about tonight.”
“Don’t be!” She said, full of confidence.
“These people mean as much to him as you and your mum and Phebs do. It’s like you three top tier, then this entire building full of people he adores.”
“You’ve met Jamie though?”
“Yeah, but he still thinks I’m just your best friend. He’s going to know as soon as he sees me that that’s not the whole truth.”
“So are you labelling this thing when you meet everyone later?”
“He said it’s up to me. But I don’t want it to be up to me. Or not completely anyway.”
“If anyone asks, you’re friends. They don’t have to know that you’re friends who are sleeping together and are almost certainly more than friends.”
“Hmm. You’re right, we can do that. That sounds easy.” 
“Ah. Wait, no. Forget that. I’ve seen his face around you. It’s literally impossible for him to disguise that he likes you. And tonight, with the dress and the boobs and the legs he’s just not going to be able to keep his face like,” she exaggerated Roy’s impassive, grumpy face, “that all night. He’ll never be able to manage it.”
“Oh.”
“So they find out you’re seeing each other - does it really matter?”
“Suppose not.”
“Exactly. So just enjoy it. Enjoy grown up company, drinks and a really fancy night on the town with a whole football team. You’ll have a blast.” You knew she was right, you repeat her comments in your head as you potter around Roy's room - hair done, make up done, you've just finished putting in some earrings and now you're having trouble with your necklace. 
"Not going to fucking lie, if this is the outfit then I'm fine with that. I want my money back and we're not leaving the house, but I'm fine with all of that." He says from the doorway where he's been standing for goodness knows how long. His suit leaves you speechless, perfectly tailored with sharp lines. You know he can tell that it's had an effect on you.
"Make yourself useful." You tell him, handing him your necklace and turning your back on him. 
"There are other ways I can do that," he suggests once he's done the necklace up, hands tracing the line of your strapless bra and your underwear. 
"No time babe, the car is due soon isn't it?"
"I'm sure I've got time for something at least." He hooks his thumbs into your underwear, using them to pull you over to the bed and sitting down, moving you between his knees. You cup his face in your hands and kiss him, knowing you made a wise choice in not putting your lipstick on yet.  
"I don't think we do. God, you look gorgeous." You run your hands down the lapel of his jacket. 
"Bet you a fiver I can make you come and leave you enough time to finish getting ready before the car gets here."
"I'm not taking that bet," you laugh,
"Cos you know you'll fucking lose." He teases. You swat at his shoulder, 
"Aren't you wasting valuable time?" His eyes light up, hands squeezing your bum.
"Well, it's not exactly what I wanted but you'll only tell me off if you have to do your hair again." His hands, as promised, make very quick work of you while he talks about everything else he wants to do. He holds you to him as you come back down from the high. "Dress on then." He tells you, taping your hip. "I'll be downstairs." He leaves you with a lingering kiss filled with promises for later. You step into the dress and lift it into place, reaching around for the zip. You slip on the shoes and apply your lipstick, checking the whole look in the mirror. You feel amazing, you just hope he agrees. He hears you on the stairs, "just in time-" He starts, but stops abruptly. "Holy fucking shit."
"That's what I said." You laugh. "It's OK?" He hasn't said another word or taken his eyes off you while you navigated the stairs. You wring your hands nervously. "Roy? Fucksake, say something please? Is it awful?"
"You look incredible," he finally says hoarsely. "Fucking incredible. Show me?" He takes your hand, urging you to turn around and show him the whole dress. When you stop in front of him again, his hand goes to the thigh high slit up the front of the dress. "I definitely can't wait to take this off." 
"When's the car coming?" You ask, stepping into his arms. 
"It should be outside." He leads you out. In the car, his hand slips under the split of your dress to rest on your bare thigh. "Remind me to take advantage of this later when you’re less fucking nervous."
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Your grip on his hand gets progressively tighter the closer you get to the venue. 
"Look at me?" He asks quietly, "It's going to be fine. They're going to love you. And god, you look gorgeous." You take the arm he offers at the start of the red carpet, you'd tried to skip it completely but you couldn't bear the thought of Roy having to do it alone. Photographers had also asked for Roy on his own but his response had been a very tame "No." Inside the venue, you spotted the only people you knew, the American coaches and Jamie both at opposite ends of the room. Once people noticed that Roy had not arrived alone, they seemed to all be looking at you at once. 
"Royo my man, why don't I escort your lovely date inside and get a table, seems the fellas need you and it might be a bit like throwing this poor young lady to the lions. Maybe give them a Kent word of warning before you introduce them?" Coach Lasso kindly offered you his arm and before leaving your side, Roy checked in with you. 
"Think I can cope with that." You smiled. 
"I'll bring you a drink back." He kissed you softly and walked over to the first group of young men you'd seen out on the pitch. A couple of them clapped him on the back in greeting, looking over at you and then back to him. You could see from his profile how much he smiled. Ted led you into the ballroom which was decorated to perfection. 
"This looks amazing." You breathe,
"It does, right? The boss likes to make it one of the best nights we have. She does a damn good job too."
"Wonder if I'll meet her," you muse.
"Oh you sure will, Faith Hill, she and our Roy are good friends so if he wants you to be meeting anyone tonight, it'll be her."
"Oh. Great," your smile falters just a little.
"She's an incredible woman. Lotta fences, but once you've hopped over those, it's like winning the Premier League. I'd imagine, anyway."
"Hopefully you'll get to find out. Only a couple of matches to go."
"That's right, Manchester next week and then West Ham." He's easy to talk to, friendly and sincere and he has you laughing so much you forget your unease. When Roy joins you with drinks, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you in front of everyone, happy that you're happy. 
"Right, the boys are on their best behaviour if they talk to you."
"You didn't need to do that."
"I did, the dickheads would have been bloody asking for your life story. No filter on 'em. You been OK with Ted?"
"Totally fine, we've been talking about work."
"Boring."
"We're both at an impasse. I need something new, he's not sure what to do. It's all very dramatic," you drink your wine and look around the room at the assembled guests, "I didn't get through the two interviews from the other week." You admit.
"Shit babe, I'm sorry. They're missing out, it's their loss."
"Thank you. Feels like a ticking clock looming over me."
"We can figure it out. I can help." You know he doesn't just mean financially, emotionally too, but your mind is focused on the practical issues first. 
"I wouldn't want you to do that."
"I know. You might have to stop being so stubborn at least for a bit and actually accept help though." You run your fingers over his knuckles, his hand firmly in yours. 
"I know. I'll think about it when I have to though, ok?" He nods. "No more boring talk. Who you going to introduce me to?" You look around again, Ted is talking to Rebecca over by the bar. He's making her laugh. "Think anything is happening there yet?" You ask, leaning in to talk quietly. 
"Not yet, but I think she likes him too." You sigh,
"That's so cute. Look at how he looks at her."
"There is someone I want you to meet," he tells you, pulling you to your feet, "but only if you want to?" You laugh a little nervously. 
"It's Keeley, isn't it?" He kisses you and it’s just slightly over the line of publicly appropriate. 
"Only if you want to." He promises again. You might as well agree, it's easier to get it done sooner rather than later and every time you've looked at her she's been looking curiously at you. He leads you by the hand to where Keeley is sitting with Jamie and two other players. 
"This is Keeley, Colin, Isaac and you already know Jamie." You smile warmly at them all and they welcome you to their table. 
"I knew it!" Jamie grins, "you sly git, I knew something was going on the other week. Friends my arse! You look lovely, I like the Chelsea blue." He nudged Roy, clinking their beers together, you watched the smile bloom across Roy's face, it was infectious. 
"It's lovely to see him so happy. You look fantastic!" Keeley teases. 
"Makes our life easier too, y'know." Isaac laughed with Colin who readily agreed. 
"Alright, alright. I'm not that bad." He grumbles. Everyone around you falls silent but you truly can't help the giggle that bubbles up and out until you're laughing so hard you can't catch your breath. They watch you for a second before Jamie breaks first, followed by Keeley. Colin and Isaac soon relax and laugh too.
"Oh babe, I honestly say this out of love, you are though!" You laugh again. Next to you, Jamie stops laughing straight away. Roy looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Next round on me. Wanna help me Roy?" Jamie asks and gets up from the table, Roy's hand just squeezes yours before he gets up. On the stage, Rebecca is welcoming the gala guests. Keeley turns to you and you grimace at what you think she's about to say. 
"Don't worry, he just needs a minute to process that and wonder if you meant what he thinks you might mean. Better have an answer ready for later." She offers with a gentle smile. "So what do you do?" She's guiding you to a safe conversation topic but you're not quite sure why. Then it registers - your passing comment, her advice, and your eyes widen as you realise what you said, "I know. Spiral later, deep breath now." You try and relax, finishing your wine. 
"I'm a deputy Comms Director. Well, I was. I quit recently so I'm looking for something new."
"Oh wow, I love working with internal Comms, you guys know exactly what you want. Makes my job so much easier!" She laughs and pulls you into a deep discussion about external PR and internal department politics. You glance at Roy occasionally, meeting his eyes more than once. His face is impassive, unreadable. He still holds your hand, thumb resting on your pulse point while he's in his own conversation with Isaac. Your table is visited frequently by other guests and you get introduced to many other people as the evening draws on. At the auction, Roy looks relieved and nudges against you, 
"Thank fuck I don't get auctioned off anymore."
"Tell me about it, I couldn't afford you." You joke, brushing his lips in a brief kiss. 
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Once the auction is over, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You're maneuvering yourself in the cubicle when you hear the doors open. 
"You look cosy with Roy's new squeeze." You hear an elegant voice say. 
"She's so fucking cute, Rebecca. Honestly. I hope he's ready for her because she could be the best thing that's ever happened to him."
"OK, that's not what I expected to hear from you. Really?"
"Really. We're friends, really good friends and yes, I loved him so much. But I wasn't the right person at the right time. Maybe she is. As long as he doesn't cock it up."
"Maybe your time hasn't happened yet? What if it's still to come?"
"All respect, Rebecca, I think how Roy and I go our separate ways is not too tricky to work out. You and Ted however…" 
"There is no Ted and I."
"Exactly! That's my point, and my problem! You can't let him leave, babe!"
"I can't force him to stay either."
"Do you love him?" It's no good, you have to move. Doing so will make your presence known but you just have to suck it up. You emerge from the cubicle to see the two women sitting on a small sofa with a cocktail in hand. Keeley noticeably gasps so you hold your hands up in surrender. 
"I'm sorry, I wasn't eavesdropping, I promise. I didn't realise what a nightmare it was going to be to go for a piss in this dress, it's so fucking big and there's so much sodding material-"
"I'm sorry," Keeley starts, Rebecca is watching the two of you with interest.
"Oh don't be, god it could have been worse! You could have said I was a right bitch, or not good enough for him. Believe me, I'll take what you said no problem." She sighs with relief. 
"Thank fuck for that! Have you two met yet?"
"Not yet, you must be Roy's new girlfriend. Gorgeous dress." Rebecca reaches out to shake your hand. 
"Thank you. Not sure I deserve that title just yet, it's early days."
"You like him, don't you?"
"Like him? She might have just admitted in a very roundabout way that she loves him, Rebecca!" Keeley squealed.
"Well then the girlfriend title definitely fits"
"Stop deflecting Welton, I asked you a question." Keeley got back to business. "Do you love Ted?" She looks at you and you make to leave, 
"Don't mind me, I'll leave you both to it."
"Stay." She urges. "Yes, I think I am Keeley, and I don't know what to fucking do about it."
"Tell him!" You and Keeley both exclaim.
"You can't let him leave without telling him." You tell her. 
"She can't let him leave at all, he's brilliant." Rebecca seems ready to give up on the discussion.
"I'm not going to let you both gang up on me. You should know better," she points at Keeley, "and you, I hardly know. No offence." She points at you. She leaves the bathroom first while you and Keeley linger.
"So, what I said about my feelings for Roy? Totally true, we're friends. I'm getting closer to Jamie again, but I don't know what that really means. The only thing I don't know for sure, is how Roy feels. We've been split up for nearly a year, there's no reason he should shy away from anything with you. But his mind works in mysterious ways. You're better off talking to him. My advice is to be honest and open with him no matter how scary it is." She's taken your hands while she talks and when she's finished, she wraps her tiny arms around you. You're not tall but she's so petite it's comical. "So, we should go and fucking dance?" She gives you a wicked grin. "Maybe we'll get lucky and Ted and Rebecca will start something on the dancefloor. God, I'd pay good money to see those pair bang!"
Roy is looking out for you from across the room as you leave the bathroom, he gives you a little salute. 
"Keeley wants me to dance," you tell him, going for your drink. 
"Told you you'd get along." He leans down to kiss you. "I get one later though." You join Keeley and half the team on the dancefloor where you spend the majority of the rest of the night. As the evening winds down, Roy takes you into his arms where your stay for song after song. You notice Rebecca and Ted out of the corner of your eye dancing together and turn both you and Roy so he can also see. "Fucking idiot should tell her." He chuckles, holding you tighter. 
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In the car on the way home, his hand finds its place on your thigh again. The quiet and the alcohol make you pensive, you're mulling over almost admitting that you love Roy, and Keeley's comment about making sure that he's moved on from her the same way she has from him.
"I'm sorry for saying what I did in front of everyone. It just fell out of my mouth, I didn't mean to ambush you with it." You start. He knows you're not done, you're worrying your bottom lip with your teeth, and you won't meet his eye. "Keeley's so beautiful, Roy. I mean, really so gorgeous." You'd never been one for comparing yourself to other women. You especially tried to avoid comparing yourself to the exes of someone new. You believed in the right person at the right time, and that exes helped shape a person. It had taken leaving Andy to help you regain who you were, for example, so like it or not - he had helped you become you. And so, you absolutely couldn't dislike Keeley, you knew that she'd helped Roy become this version of himself. She’d been so gracious, kind, and sweet during the evening, you’d had a lovely time. But that almost made it worse - comparing regular exes to footballers exes was like comparing apples and oranges. And try as you might, you weren't able to escape the fact that you were not a model. "I'm not her." You tell him, the worry evident in your voice. "What if she's the 'big love of your life’? I don't… I don't want to be a placeholder girlfriend. If you're not done with her, then I need to know." He didn't say anything for a long time, he keeps his hand on your leg while the car travels past the stadium and into his street. He thanks the driver, comes round to open your door and still hasn't said a word. He unlocks the front door and slips off his suit jacket before he turns to you. He takes your hand and guides you to sit you on the stairs and paces in front of you, rubbing his hand over his beard.
"If you'd asked me probably before Christmas, I think I would have said that I still had feelings for Keeley. But in the last six months, I've seen her change and I think I've changed too. Fuck it, I've tried to. I think it's crept up on me and I hadn't fucking realised it, but I am done with Keeley." He's still pacing methodically in front of you, making sure he says exactly what he wants to say, the way he wants to say it. "Properly done, I mean. I love having her as a friend, she's really good at that shit and I'd be lost without her. I could say the same about Jamie too but don't tell him, he's already a massive twat." He pauses to collect his thoughts. "She might have been the big love of my life… if my life had gone in a different direction. But it didn't. It's led me to you, and you could never be a placeholder girlfriend." It takes a couple of seconds but he kneels so that he's lower than eye level with you, leaning back on his heels. "I don't want you to be a placeholder girlfriend, I want you to be my fucking girlfriend, and I honestly say this out of love," you giggle through the tears that have started to fall, "you're a really good one." He leans up to kiss you. "Now please tell me that's the answer that covers all the shit that's been worrying you?" You kiss him back deeply, sliding forward on the step to bring your knees either side of him. 
"I think that covers it. God, I really fucking love you." His laugh is magical,
"Fucking love you too. I love Lexie. I love that you can't park for shit and you're late for everything, and that you made my mum like you within about 5 minutes. She didn't even like me within 5 minutes." You kiss him again as his hands open up the split of your dress and slide up your thighs. He brings you further forward on the step and brings your underwear down your legs. "I'd spend the rest of my life on my knees worshipping you, even if it kills my bad knee." You lean back on your elbows as he brings his mouth to you and you believe every word he says.
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thiriann · 6 months ago
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Extraterrestrial - Chapter 1 "Novelty"
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My Githyanki playthrough inspired me to write a fic about my gith, Ilaara and Astarion's adventures. Haven't written in over a decade but Astarion got me to try again. Astarion POV for most of it.
You can also find me on AO3
Pairing: Tav X Astarion, F/M.
Content: Githyanki Tav, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Alien Cultural Differences, Cleric Tav, Astarion Being Astarion, Flirting, Seduction, no sex in this chapter but will be in later ones. Ongoing fic
Words: 2,178
Summary: At night, he overheard Lae’zel and Ilaara sharing stories of their upbringings. He seized every chance to eavesdrop, even if it was a horribly tedious conversation. Ilaara, like all gith seemed to be, was a trained soldier, devoutly obsessed with their Goddess. She had dedicated her life to fighting in their queen's name, spreading her word across countless worlds. The poor fool—her queen was just another master. Yet, she seemed happy to serve. He couldn't stand her sometimes.
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His plan had seemed perfect at the time. From the moment he saw her fighting those brain monsters, he knew she was no stranger to combat. At first, he’d assumed she’d been one of his kidnappers, considering her alien nature. Later, it was revealed that Githyanki were some sort of experts on every tadpole matter. So he made it his priority to get as close to her as possible and learn everything he could about their parasites.
Only after did he discover that the gith were sworn enemies to the tadpole. Much to his great displeasure, she was adamant that they must turn away what could be a great opportunity. No matter, he still could salvage this situation. He just had to listen and watch, get close to her, learn all the secrets she knew about their uninvited guests and prevent her from turning on him when he ultimately decided to use them or reveal his nature.
And so, he watched her constantly, studying her every move. These days, it felt like he couldn’t look away even if he tried.
Along the way, they had recruited another Githyanki (a much more aggressive one at that) and an incompetent wizard. Together with the black-haired half-elf, they seemed to be forming quite the merry little band already.
As his first night in the wilderness descended his companions started setting up camp on a dirt patch near the river. He scrambled his brain trying to remember how to do this but came up blank. In the end he copied half-hazardly what the wizard was doing and threw some of the fanciest items he’d come across outside to give a more established effect.
He felt so lost and out of place but refused to let it show, instead shifting his expression into an indifferent scowl. At least it didn’t seem like any of the others had noticed his affliction. The wizard was busy being dramatic near the fire, the half-elf seemed torn between being nosy and keeping to herself and the two gith were engaged in an animated conversation about the tadpole.
Astarion had strategically positioned his tent near one of the Giths, hoping to overhear all he could about their parasites, but he was already regretting this choice. As soon as Lae’zel began describing the process of ceremorphosis, he felt an acute wave of nausea and had to momentarily block it out.
He hadn’t noticed Ilaara approaching, but he managed to regain his composure quickly.
“So, we're resting here? Turning in for the night?” he tried a phrase he’d heard once or twice but never really used before.
“Keep walking if you want. I'm getting some rest,” she replied. Her practicality was evident. Everything from her ramrod-straight posture to her stoic face spoke of routine and military training.
“No, I'm more than happy to put my feet up. I'm just not used to this,” he admitted.
He surveyed the camp once more—the quiet sounds of nature filling the air as their companions settled down, the campfire casting an almost cozy glow. But the serene scene was short-lived as a piercing screech shattered the tranquility. Lae’zel had taken to sharpening her sword on a whetstone, seemingly oblivious to the unhappy groans from their fellow companions at the noise.
“Your gith friend seems on edge. Mustn't relish the thought of sprouting tentacles.” he said, glancing over at her tent. “Understandable. Can't say I'm a fan either. It's just hard to join in when all of this feels so new.”
“The night normally means bustling streets, bursting taverns.”
For him, the night had always been for hunting and seduction. It had never been for trancing or resting, nor for chatting idly with aliens about a deadly tadpole.
“Curling up in the dirt and resting is... a little novel.” He couldn’t suppress the amusement in his voice. This entire day had been absurd, yet it was the best he’d had in a long time.
“The right herbs can make a soothing tea if you're restless,” she offered. He raised an eyebrow. An unexpectedly kind gesture, especially from her.
“Ah, no - tea isn't really my drink.” Thoughts of blood surfaced, as they always did. He realized he’d likely have to sneak out to hunt tonight.
“I'll be awake awhile anyway. I need some time to think things through. To process this.” He said gesturing at his head. “You sleep. I'll keep watch.” he offered with a practiced, sweet tone.
“Thank you. I'll sleep better for that.” she nodded and retreated to her bedroll.
He liked that. Despite her tough exterior, she seemed naïve enough to trust him.
“The pleasure is all mine. Sweet dreams.”
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The day had begun well enough; they killed a bunch of goblins, which had been relatively fun, and stumbled upon a druid grove. It seemed there was some spat going on, he wasn’t fully paying attention as Ilaara went to talk to the men arguing.
“Stop squealing like hatchlings or settle this matter in blood.” she commanded.
One man turned to her with a condescending sneer.
“What chewed and spat you out?” the human scoffed.
Astarion’s attention snapped to the human. It took a moment to realize the insult was directed at Ilaara. A wave of indignation washed over him. They had just saved these ingrates from a goblin attack, and now this idiot was slinging insults just because he’d never seen a githyanki before? They should have let them get skewered at the gate.
“Show some respect! This woman saved your pathetic life.” the other man interjected.
At least one of them acknowledged their deed. The tension escalated from there, culminating in Ilaara knocking out the insolent human.
They roamed the grove in search of some tiefling Lae’zel was after. With two githyanki in their group, all eyes were on them as they passed. He wasn’t sure he liked all this attention after years of lurking in the shadows. Worse still, a horde of goblins could descend upon them at any minute. He hoped they would find this tiefling soon and just go.
“B-by Mordai’s eyes, more of them.” a voice quivered.
It seemed they had finally found him.
“M-my friend’s blood not enough? Come to me rip me open,too?” the tiefling sniveled.
Oh, he liked the sound of that, perhaps after they extracted the information they needed.
“In Creche K’liir, a formal greeting begins with a bow,” Lae’zel instructed, while Ilaara shot the tiefling a menacing glare.
Delight surged through him as the tiefling stiffened and slowly bent to bow.
“Lower.” Laezel commanded.
“On your knees. She won’t say it again,” Ilaara added, her tone less of a threat and more of a stern warning. The gith would not hesitate to make good on her words.
A delicious thrill filled him as the man’s knees hit the dirt. Astarion had never felt so powerful. So this was what it was like to be on the other side. He doubted he’d ever tire of this feeling.
“You saw another gith. Where?” “On the road to Baldur’s Gate, near the mountain p-pass. Saw us ‘fore we s-saw it. Jammed its b-b-blade through Yul’s belly, straight to the other side.” the man stammered, his eyes watering as fear shook his voice.
These gith sounded very promising indeed.
“No twisting? Kin must have been in a hurry.” Lae’zel mocked. “The map. Show me.” She demanded, thrusting the map in his face. He marked it hastily.
“Up. You can keep your innards.”
Damn, just when things were getting interesting.
“You’re not going to eviscerate him? I was hoping for a show.” Astarion complained.
“Cool your blood-I’ll indulge you soon enough.” Lae’zel retorted.
He hoped that was a promise.
This gave him an idea, though. The gith were powerful allies, and Lae’zel seemed to heed whatever Ilaara said. If he could somehow seduce the cleric, he might be able to manipulate her into protecting him out here. That is, if he could seduce her at all. He wasn't sure his charms would work on her. But they hadn't failed him yet, so he'd give it a shot.
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At night, he overheard Lae’zel and Ilaara sharing stories of their upbringings. He seized every chance to eavesdrop, even if it was a horribly tedious conversation.
Ilaara, like all gith seemed to be, was a trained soldier, devoutly obsessed with their Goddess. She had dedicated her life to fighting in their queen's name, spreading her word across countless worlds. The poor fool—her queen was just another master. Yet, she seemed happy to serve.
He couldn't stand her sometimes.
“I saw our gith friend inspecting you.” he said, leaning into her, his face dangerously close to hers.
“I have to say, I thought you'd look worse, but no. Not a tentacle to be seen.”
“Not yet.” she replied, her stance unwavering, utterly unfazed by his proximity.
“'Yet,'” he echoed. “Of course, first sign of change and I'll have to stop that pretty little heart of yours.”
Astarion fancied himself an aficionado of murder, delighting in discovering the myriad ways one could die. And Ilaara, with her own lethal expertise, struck him as someone who would not shy away from such topics.
“I am open to suggestions. Knives, poison, strangulation - whatever you'd prefer.” he offered, a macabre generosity in giving her a choice in her demise.
“A knife. That seems quick.” she stated. Ah, so he had guessed correctly.
“A classic! One good thrust to the heart and you're gone.”
“We need a good blade, of course. Don't want to waste time hacking and prodding with a dinner knife...” His thoughts trailed off, the vivid imagery rekindling his hunger.
“Well, I'm getting ahead of myself. This is all a worst-case scenario, obviously.” he stressed the word 'obviously,' prompting her to raise an eyebrow. She wasn't well-versed in the creatures of this world, but his tone suggested a threat.
“And you? How should I kill you?” she inquired.
“Ha! Oh, my dear. I'd like to see you try.” He laughed flashing a dangerous smile that was all teeth. He was definitely threatening her.
But why? She thought they got along rather well so far. Unless…
Perhaps she had entirely misread him. He said he wanted to see her try. Had that been an invitation to spar? An exhilarating thought. Such a duel would provide excellent entertainment and a chance to showcase her combat skills to their companions. She resolved to accept his challenge, perhaps on another night when their circumstances weren't as dire.
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Her pragmatism was appreciated at least.
She didn't waste their time with every lost, snivelling fool. She was straight to the point and took no excuses and didn't beat around any proverbial bushes.
It was a little intimidating, if he was being honest.
Ilaara approached a poor sap who was clearly struggling and failing to attack a dummy.
“Ugh!” the man jumped, startled. “Sorry, sorry. I’ve just never seen... your face is... well. I should get back to it.”
Astarion rolled his eyes. Not this again. How uncouth could these people be?
He looked her over from head to toe. Her skin was pale, almost human-like. She had round grey eyes, accentuated with dark makeup that made them stand out even more, and long black curly hair that framed her face. He would say she was even attractive, especially for a gith. He’d certainly done worse.
“Resume your flailing then, before I give you real cause to yelp.” Her attitude was even more attractive.
“N-no offence meant. I was just surprised- concentrating on this blasted target,” the man backed off “We need to be ready for a fight – but I’m useless with a sword.”
You could say that again. Wasting time on this one was pointless; he was clearly hopeless.
“Inspire fear with a war cry- loosen bowels before you spill them- hrath ajak!” She suddenly yelled, a deep sound that resonated throughout the grove. She really was quite feisty, wasn’t she?
The tiefling had given her an axe as a gratitude for the lesson.
As the camp settled into the quiet of the night, the fire crackling softly in the background, Astarion found himself reflecting on the day's events. The encounters, the conversations, and the subtle shifts in power dynamics had all led to this moment of tranquility. Yet, beneath the calm, he could sense the undercurrents of change stirring.
Ilaara, with her axe in hand, seemed more a fighter than ever. He watched as she practiced with her new weapon, each stroke methodical and precise. There was a grace to her movements that belied her strength, a dance of deadly intent and purpose. Her silhouette against the firelight was both formidable and strangely reassuring.
As the night deepened, Astarion made his way back to his tent. He lay there, eyes closed, listening to the rhythm of the night, the soft whispers of the leaves, and the distant hoot of an owl. He was ready for whatever tomorrow would bring. For now, he would rest, and let the wildreness' nocturnal symphony play him to sleep.
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sulphuryasecretcloset · 1 year ago
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The missing star
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*ST-2199 HQ*
Arms crossed, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe, Kiergan is looking up at the stars, taking in their endless numbers, thinking about how as a child he used to believe that a star was the glowing presence of a person who'd died but stayed to watch over their loved ones. He sighs. A part of him wishes he still believed that.
Hauroko isn't the first Trooper he has lost in his time as a squad leader. Kiergan had felt the pain of every fallen Trooper in his squad and can remember every single one of their faces, young Michael maybe clearest of all, but... Hauroko was his friend. She and Leave-it were the best friends he ever had. No, Kiergan corrects himself, not friends, they were more family to him than the one he grew up with. They made his life make sense. Leave-it made him laugh while Hauroko kept Kiergan strong, and he swore to himself that he would keep them safe.
The singed pauldron he'd recovered on that barren landscape between rivers of lava will forever be an agonizing reminder of his failure; it is hard evidence that Kiergan will never hear Hauroko's voice or see her bright glorious smile ever again. She's gone. She's not even a star on the night sky, merely an invisible scar on his heart from a wound that will never truly heal. Hauroko is gone.
Kiergan dreads the day when Leave-it can't outrun his illness anymore and his laughter will be silenced as Hauroko's smile was erased. It will happen. It is happening, his medicine is having less and less of an effect and will eventually be useless and then he'll be gone too. The thought of both of them gone forever is too horrible to stand.
Maybe Leave-it and Hauroko will wait for Kiergan to join them in some kind of afterlife? And as Jana has everything under control here that means ST -2199 don't need Kiergan, not really, so when the day comes he'll be okay with dying.
Kiergan sighs again. Yeah, he'll be okay with it, but he would give his soul to have Hauroko here at this very moment. She would have known what to say to snap him out of his gloom. Hauroko always knew how to guide Kiergan out of the darkness when he got lost inside his own head.
Turning to go inside the castle, Kiergan nearly walks right into Yurei and comes dangerously close to having a heart attack. “For the love of...” Kiergan snaps, trying recover some dignity after the flailing and the startled yelp that just left his lips. “I swear, I'm putting a bell on you.”
Yurei grins. His eyes are as black as the sky above them and the tiny pinprick of light at the center of them look like dying stars instead of guardian angels. “I told you, you can put anything you'd like on me.”
Kiergan lets out an annoyed breath.“I'm not in the mood for your innuendos tonight, Yurei.”
Yurei sidesteps and blocks his path when Kiergan tries to go around him. His eyes are so very dark and the smile fades a bit as he states in a rather factual way; “You're sad.” He tilts his head a little. “Is it because the blond left?”
“No.” Kiergan glares. Is he still shocked that Leave-it and Zev'sonya had gotten married? Yes. Does the thought make him nervous and he wishes that Leave-it had married someone less... complicated? Unfortunately also yes. But his own feelings on Zev'sonya doesn't matter, what matters to Kiergan is whether his friend is happy and she, for whatever reason, makes Leave-it smile even brighter than before. Kiergan is pleased that Leave-it gets to travel with his new family and enjoy life rather than hide away with him while his limited days ticks away, not sad. “I'm sad because my friend died and I miss her.” He tries to move by Yurei again, but the man reaches out and places a hand on his arm and stops him
“Tell me about her.” Yurei says.
That, Kiergan did not expect. He frowns at him. “Why? You don't care that she's gone.”
“I don't.” Yurei admits readily enough. “But she mattered to you, and I care about you.”
Exhaling no small amount of frustration, Kiergan shifts his hand to shake off Yurei's grip and takes a step away to create some space between them. “Stop. Just stop it. Stop saying that.”
“But it's true.” Yurei insists, now with that eerie smile of his again.
“Why?” Kiergan snaps, out of patience. “Why me? You don't know me. You barely cast one glance my way when we first met before deciding to declare your eternal devotion and start grabbing my ass at any moment. Why me, dammit?”
Yurei's smile widens a tiny fraction and there is a bit of amusement in his bottomless eyes. “I didn't need more than a glance to conclude that you are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.”
Kiergan scoffs. “If you're not going to tell me the truth, get out of my way.”
“I am telling you the truth.” Yurei claims with soft stubbornness. “I would never lie to you.”
And the really unsettling bit is that Kiergan believes him. Due to whatever crazy reasoning Yurei lives by, he wouldn't lie to him. “Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn't choose to devote yourself to someone simply based on their looks.”
Yurei tilts his head a little, still amused and not discouraged in any way. “Men devote their lives and die for lesser causes every day.”
That... Kiergan can't exactly argue against that. Hadn't he joined the Imperial army for an equally foolish reason? He closes his eyes and sighs. His heart aches and he misses his friends. “Just... please. I just can't deal with your weirdness right now. Please.”
Kiergan expects some more innuendos, maybe a lewd suggestion or two, but what he doesn't expect is the feeling of Yurei's hand gently cradling his neck and easing him forward to rest his head on Yurei's shoulder. Kiergan is too surprised by the gesture to object and merely stands there while the cool fingers on his neck warm up from the contact to his skin.
Yurei stands unmoving like a droid, probably copying a move he's seen others do rather than acting on what feels right, but awkward as it is; he is trying, even if it is in a language he doesn't speak.
Kiergan can't fight back a ghost of smile on his lips as the effort does make him feel a little better. As weird as Yurei might be, as unsettling as he definitely is, there is some good in him too. At least, Kiergan likes to think so?
And while the dark sky above them is riddled with stars, Yurei's eyes are even darker and with just a pinprick of light in them.
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lizzie-bennetdarcy · 1 year ago
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Trick or Treat!
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Happy halloween, friend!!!
Most of my treats right now are of the Red, white, and royal blue flavor, and I am uncertain if you go there? But I do have an alternate ending for my sc passions and pastimes fic that I decided not to go with, but couldn't bring myself to fully delete. Fair warning, I think it does end fairly abruptly and it has absolutely not been edited, so don't get your hopes too high 😘
Under the cut so it's not obnoxiously long
"Stevie, what are you talking about?" Patrick asks, sounding more confused than freaked out, which is far better shape than David is in.
Stevie looks between them. "You really didn't figure it out?"
"Obviously not. So are you gonna tell us what's going on before I lose my shit?"
"Did you ever have it?"
"Stevie, I swear to god —"
"Guys!" Twyla interrupts. "It's like an escape room, but instead you have to escape a whole house!"
"What?!" David and Patrick chorus.
"We honestly thought you'd catch on eventually, but then we got separated. Stevie was a little worried, but I told her you'd be fine with Patrick."
"Why were you guys sneaking around here in the dark?" Patrick asks.
Stevie shrugs. "Thought we heard something. Turned out to be you guys."
"But why in the dark?" David asks. "Why did you turn out the lights in the first place?"
"Oh, we think that was an actual power outage," Twyla explains. "This probably would have gone a lot better if it hadn't. A lot of the rooms unlocked automatically, so that might be how you were able to get down here. there's supposed to be a couple ways to solve it."
"Or, we're just really good at this stupid game of yours," David snips.
"Clearly that's not true," Stevie says, with a Look at David. "Now, you can either keep complaining, or you can let Twyla and I finish this thing."
David throws up his hands. "Fine! But hurry. I'm sick of being here."
Stevie turns to Twyla, and they pour over a paper Tyla is holding.
"Okay, based on this, the key should be in the fourth row, three shelves down, which is… oh! Right here."
"There's still like 50 bottles on this shelf."
"One of the bottles should be open. It'll be in there."
The four of them quickly scan the shelf in question using the meager glow from the flashlight, and Patrick is the first to spot it. "There! The cork has clearly been taken out and out back in."
Stevie grabs the bottle in question and yanks out the cork, tipping the bottle so that the small silver key falls into her waiting palm.
"Success!" Stevie cries, and she and Twyla take off.
"Where are you going? Wait for us!" This time, it's David who grabs Patrick's hand, and tugs a laughing Patrick along beside him.
They catch up to Stevie and Twyla, and watch as Stevie wrestles with a padlock on the cellar door while Twyla holds the flashlight for her. "Go, Stevie, go!" She cheers.
The lock makes a satisfying click, and Stevie shouts, "ah-ha!" She pulls out the padlock and pushes up to open the doors, revealing the cool, clear night outside.
Twyla whoops, and the two of them run out, leaving David and Patrick to follow along behind.
"So that was fucking awful," David says, as they follow the girls back to their cars.
Patrick nudges his shoulder. "I don't know, David. I don't think it was all that bad."
"Did you miss the part where we were effectively kidnapped?"
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marylouexpress · 7 months ago
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god forgive me, i can't take things slowly
"o que vc não me pede sorrindo que eu não te faço chorando?" miguel martinelli (aka miguelito)
celebration dinner w mia at lucy liu. and another one at that fancy turkish one, classy and modern.
luca walking in prudence bar in melbourne, on the last time we've seen each other. the closure talk. the "did you really not know i was in love with you?" dead serious question - melting and steaming at the same time over the tempranillo continuous glasses. i just remember feeling everything tremble from head to toe and this chill coming down my spine. like a fucking spell. and i remember thinking "this fkn connection and weakspot for him might turn out to be a timeless effect.
the sunset long walks in maroochydore.
lovers walk. revolver upstairs. café l'incontro.
me calling hannah for the first time in months out of drunk intuition and it being on her birthday. the fact she didn't believe i wasn't aware it was her birthday.
meeting martin in gili. how he nearly fell off his bike cos he couldnt keep his eyes off me dancing at the outdoor stage of jiggy bar. i was peaking the biggest energetic charge my life has experienced up until today. i was untouchable, fully and truly happy, content, present, open, glowing. the peace i felt when i first sat to have that coffee at the bayam café or something like that... i remember thinking while i was dazed by the color of those waters: so that's what people without anxiety feel like, that's how they go about life. that was a real third eye opener and feeling for the first time a genuine and pure love for myself. so much gratitude. so much hunger for discovery. real life magnet and manifestator. the night before leaving, gazing the stars laying in the middle of the road, beneath palmtrees and a milion stars. the bike rides. the hunter phase with the boys. marcel, gorka, jonathan white, artur deltombe, kristy flood, fkn ben, ellister, louie even... the bike rides on shrooms. are u kidding me? is this life still out there to be lived? i need to reconnect with this part of me. im not free right now.
fuck off adam ten for randomly looking for me and making himself present.
i got to hit the breaks.
i also got to make money. i know full well how capable i am to be extremely abundant if i do things right. with intention. with commitment and presence. vibrantly.
right now i'm conditioned.
i can only be in a party if the white lady is attending. and i haven't been doing other activities with my leisure time other than partying when i leave the house.
so are we seriously challenging our asses to learn how to balance or are we strong enough to admit there's no other way to break the "bad habit" other than embracing a complete change of life style. and work. and friends. basically it's like i'm looking at a scenario where it's almost as if i got to ellaborate another identidy.
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frightseeing-15 · 1 year ago
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*The younger blonde blinks in surprise, mouth opening slightly in shock before closing it and twisting the expression into an uncertain smile* Neito.. You actually want to copy my Quirk again?
*Neito nods eating his lunch*
Are you going to scare yourself again? *Rio asks teasingly and raises an eyebrow*
*Neito rolls his eyes* No..
I need to be able to use your Quirk better even if I might not have to use it *Rio nods*
True, if you and me ever team up you should be able to use my Quirk without getting overwhelmed
Precisely
Okay then. *Rio adjusts his uniform making sure he didn't get any food on it* Let me know when you're ready we can practice after school's over
You already know that I'm afraid of so you can brace yourself accordingly
*Rio scoops up his emptied tray*
See you later *He salutes his classmate and dashes out of the lunchroom*
[Time flies quickly and they settle into Rio's dorm]
Neito sits on the floor as Rio tosses his books on his bed and gently sets down his backpack, babbling about his day.
Like how he'd spoken to "Bunny" about Fright Signal and how interesting his theories were.
He plops down in front of him crossed legs and noticeably happy.
Rio rebraids his hair as Neito adjusts himself, fidgeting with his cuff and prepares to Copy his Quirk.
Ready whenever you are
Ready *Rio holds out his hand and Neito mirrors him*
'I wonder if we'll get the same effect like when me and Mom use our Quirks'
*They clasp their hands and Neito breathes*
*Rio gives a reassuring smile and Neito's eyes glow, face darkening in that way Fright Signal does and than Rio follows suite and the world warps*
~ POV swap :0 ~
*Rio's eyes glow a pure white as their surroundings bend and stretch*
*Neito stares down from the skyscraper he's now on, they are no longer holding hands or sitting down but they are and it's complicated*
*Rio yelps behind him*
*He turns, large abnormal birds circle them with far too many eyes staring at them*
*Maybe his owns fears are bleeding into the mirage* Sorry!
*It's strange seeing Rio in reality, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as well as seeing the teen clinging to the building's satellite in fear, mouth quivering*
Nei!
Coming
Nei, the birds!
I know, give me a second..!
*Barely birds really but understandably terrifying none the less, he wills them away grabbing into the pole as well, resting his hand on his shoulder*
*Rio opens his eyes and rather then green he's met with pearl white irises and gives him a wobbly fanged smile* Thank you
So.. *He blinks looking around the cloudy sky around them than gives Neito an odd look that disappears quickly* Where would you like to start.. You can make it scarier
*Neito looks up at him slightly this isn't the first time he's reminded the younger teen is fairly morbid*
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binndnguyen · 2 years ago
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L'Oreal White Perfect Transparent Rosy Whitening
Hi girls...so after a long break I'm writing again. I was extremely occupied with classes, lab test and exams..I'm in semester break now so I'm back again updating about the new products I have tried.
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First and foremost I must thank  the man who found the L'Oreal company Mr Eugène Paul Louis Schueller even though he is no longer around and his daughter Madam Liliane Bettencort  is the director of L'Oreal. If it was not for them who started this giant cosmetics company we would not be able to purchase and enjoy the benefits of this amazing product. The French people are the legends for their perfumes and cosmetics and its no suprise why  French women are so beautiful.
So without further a due lets get into my reviews about the product ;)
It's the L'Oreal White Perfect Transparent Rosy Whitening range. It is consist of  facial wash, toner, day and night cream, I did not buy the face wash just the toner with the day and night cream.
It was on a promotion  so it cost me Malaysian Ringgit (Rm 49.90) ( the day and night cream) normally each of the creams costs about Rm 35-36 so I saved Rm 20 there..he he which I found the promo pack was at a very reasonable price and the facial toner for around Rm 25 plus sorry I'm not exactly sure how much it was.
I decided to buy these products after I tried a few whitening creams which claimed to lighten the face colour, give radiance etc but it all turn out not to stand up to what it claims.
 I have tried Garnier  for almost 4 months! not only it did not lighten my skin it made my skin super oily and grayish ( by the way I have dry skin) so you could probably imagine how bad the product is to make my dry skin look oily. ;( I chucked it into the dustbin.
That's when it triggered to me to try L'Oreal ranges after seeing it at Watson. So I decided to try...and it's the best product ever ! ;) It has tourmaline gemstone powder which gives a rosy glow and SPF 15.
Within few days my skin colour is lightened to 4 tones lighter ;) it's truly an awesome product. I was amazed with the rapid result. It didn't cause irritation to my skin at all, I have sensitive skin that I get reactions with red patches appearing on my face easily but this product however suits my sensitive skin. 
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This is the day cream...it's super thick with creamy consistency and has a mild fragrance which I really really like alot. It has kind of a greasy texture once applied on your face so you need to take some time to massage it well into your skin . But once applied, it instantly gives  radiance to your skin and  a very healthy glow. The day cream contains melanin block which inhibits melanin formation to prevent further skin darkening.;)
This is the night cream..It's an amazing cream. It is watery in texture and slightly purplish to pinkish in colour. It has a faint similar fragrance like the day cream. It gets easily absorbed into the skin when applied and gives instant hydration. I applied it continuously on a perfectly cleansed face before going to bed and when I woke up in the morning my face felt more soft, supple and the skin tone was few tones lighter and no more dull lifeless skin I'm very very happy with the result.
The toner which I apply using cotton balls before putting on the day cream. It really moisturizes and it never dries off the skin like some other face toners. ;) it's another great product.
I highly suggest both the day and night cream should be used rather than just one of it for the best effect. 
I would not really recommend this range to people with oily skin as the day cream makes your face slightly oily.. so I'm afraid it might make people with oily skin even more oilier but as for me since I have dry skin it gives amazing results. It moisturizes and had lightened my face. I just love it! Therefor those who wish to try a good whitening product this is a must try...it's reallllyyyyy awesome ;)
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The night cream however should not be a problem to be used by people with oily and combination type of skin . It's the bomb for waking up to fresh , soft and supple skin.
I also feel that the oiliness of the skin caused by the usage of the day cream on people with oily skin are also directly caused by the humidity and the weather  of the country that we reside. For example countries from the Asian region like Malaysia, Thailand, Indonesia, Vietnam, Myanmar  Philippines, Bangladesh, India, Pakistan etc2 as well as as countries from middle east like UAE, Iraq , Iran etc2 has higher potential of having greasy skin due to our hot weather. I'm a Malaysian and I know the problems of hot humid country. These effect may be less with women from countries from the Europe , America , England and countries around the region where the humidity level is low and it's a cooler. So the usage of day cream may not make your skin that oily .
A word of advice, please make sure to cleanse your face thoroughly with face wash  and luke warm water in the morning and evening  to eliminate all the dust, debris and oil before applying both the cream to ensure it gets absorbed well and start doing it's work to your skin .
This product is suitable for  men and women. I have personally recommended this to few of my guy friends. Hey men need to look good as well ;)
I have purchased this range again for the 4th time and will continue doing it. No turning back. 
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silveryinkystar · 3 years ago
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Rhapsody in Blue; a playlist to accompany the fic, both made by the wonderful @kckenobi.
[Read here | Listen here | Insp]
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Tracklist [part 1 - fic & chapter titles | part 2 - inspiration]
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i. Prelude by Johann Sebastian Bach || ii. the man himself by Gang of Youths || iii. Gardermoen by Julia Kent || iv. Ring of Saturn by Cory Wong, Dirty Loops || v. In the Mood by Glenn Miller || vi. Nuvole bianche - Arr. for Two Cellos by Mr and Mrs Cello || vii. Moonlight Serenade by US Air Force Airmen of Note || viii. Broken Cellos by Samuel L Session || ix. Hospital, Pt. 1 by Gustavo Santaolalla || x. Due Tramonti - Remastered 2020 by Ludovico Einaudi, Marco Decimo || xi. Caravan by Duke Ellington || xii. Hospital, Pt. 2 by Gustavo Santaolalla || xiii. On the Nature of Daylight by Max Richter, Louisa Fuller, Natalia Bonner, John Metcalfe, Philip Sheppard, Chris Worsey || xiv. Asturias by Boston Cello Quartet, Will Hudgins || xv. Danse macabre by Camille Saint-Saëns || xvi. The Life Cycle of a Butterfly by Cory Wong || xvii. Tomorrow and Forever by Cory Wong || xviii. Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin
part 2 (under the cut)
xix. Birdland by Maynard Ferguson || xx. Without Me by Rayland Baxter || xxi. Supermarket Flowers by Stellenbosch University Choir || xxii. Being Alive (Glee Cast Version) by Glee Cast || xxiii. Moon River by Gustav Lundgren || xxiv. Pie Jesu by The Ayoub Sisters, Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, Mark Messenger || xxv. The Swan (From "Carnival of the Animals" by Camille Saint-Saëns || xxvi. i luv him. by Catie Turner || xxvii. Art vs Calling by Sleeping At Last || xxviii. A Million Dreams by The Piano Guys || xxix. Love Theme From St. Elmo's Fire by Stan Whitmire ||
xxx. Thaïs: Meditation (Arr. for Cello & Piano) by Jules Massenet || xxxi. The Lake Isle by Ola Gjeilo, Tenebrae, Kristian Kvalvaag, Thomas Gould, Ciaran McCabe, Jon Thorne, Matthew Sharp || xxxii. Flower Duet by Leo Délibes, Cicely Parnas, Marnie Laird, Brooklyn Classical, Patrick Laird || xxxiii. October by Eric Whitacre, Youngstown State University Symphonic Wind Ensemble, Stephen Gage || xxxiv. Tu Sei - Arr. for Two Cellos by Mr and Mrs Cello || xxxv. Sing Gently (Arr. for String Quartet and Piano) by Eric Whitacre, Dominic Cheli, Adam Milstein, Emma Wernig, Ben Solomonov, Max Karmazyn || xxxvi. Burying the Dead by Kevin Kiner || xxxvii. The Winner Takes it All - From "Mamma Mia!" by Meryl Streep || xxxviii. Butterfly by Gustav Santaolalla || xxxix. A Model of the Universe by Jóhann Jóhannsson ||
xl. Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini Op 43: Variation No. 18 Andante cantabile by Sergei Rachmaninoff || xli. Requiem For An Empty Ballroom by The Stolen Orchestra || xlii. Learning to Drive by Gustav Santaolalla || xliii. The Art of Getting By by Laura Zocca || xliv. Needles & Pins by Canyon City || xlv. Bandstand Boogie by Barry Manilow || xlvi. It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing) by Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington || xlvii. The Jazz Police by Gordon Goodwin's Big Phat Band || xlviii. You Cannot Lose My Love by Sara Groves || xlix. Bad Day by Daniel Powter ||
l. champagne problems by Taylor Swift || li. Landslide by Alex Blue, Sleeping At Last || lii. If This Is It Now by Birdy || liii. God is Just the Universe by Corey Kilgannon || liv. Quiet Man by Roo Panes || lv. Grow As We Go by Ben Platt || lvi. Happiness by We Banjo 3 || lvii. October - Live by gray || lviii. Fare Thee Well by Gustav Santaolalla
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beautifulplaceofyouth · 3 years ago
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JJK FF/Royal guard
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CHAPTER FOUR | SERIES
Ch. 1
Ch. 2
Ch. 3
Ch. 4
Ch. 5
Ch. 6
Ch. 7
When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! × fem!reader!virgin!princess
Word count: 3k
Rating: +18 / not really smut but still someone is needy because of an Angel
Genre + warnings: Fluff, angst, paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious ,being his sexy self, being soft for you . A little bit horny and possessive towards his princess, almost fingering you in the bath, being seductive a bit and some death threats as well. The story isn’t real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!
a/n: this was not a request, just wanted to write something new and really hope you like it. More free time for myself so get ready for nonsense stories coming up, lol. The English is not my native(first) language so please excuse some grammar mistakes if you notice something, thanks!
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There was no time for an answer when the shock lasted mere seconds before you both heard shouts from the hall behind the door. Someone was coming and from the sound of it, they were not happy.
"Fuck, we need to go," Jungkook cursed and lifted you with his hands by the hips to make you stand on your feet as you swayed almost from the force, your shoulder hurting in the cast a bit when your guard stood up also, making him look taller.
"I think it is the king, he arrived faster than I expected, " he says when he starts to pick his clothes and one by one starts to dress in front of you while you just stare at him how he covers himself with the armor.
"My dad? But he left for two days to meet with the council, there is no way it is him," you feared for the worst outcome, imagining your dad knowing about the incident what happened with the vampire and you. If he knows that you were with Jungkook all this time, in his room while he touched you, he will kill him, that you were sure about.
"Well, the guards doesn't shut up and rumors spread pretty fast," Jungkook mutters in anger when he straps his weapons in his armor, checking if everything is in place but not before letting his majestic wings out of his back, stretching them out before he snaps them close.
When he covers his mouth with a mask, tying it behind his head so only his beautiful eyes are invisible, he looks at you. All the warmth gone from his gaze, just coldness like from the start and that freaked you out a bit.
"Princess, we gotta go before someone spots us together, " Walking to you, he gestures you to turn around so you can walk to the door but you stop him with your free hand, gripping his hand in yours.
"Wait."
Your guard looks down at your hand on his and then lifts his head to scan your face, " What's wrong?"
You swallowed," I don't want you to be punished because of me, I can't let that happen. My dad can be menacing when he wants to be and if it is something about me, his anger can turn to you and in the process you will be hurt. I-I am scared," your voice trembled when you heard someone shouting again making you jump.
Your guard gently pulls you closer, lifting your chin up and even you didn't see his mouth anymore, you saw that he is smiling with his eyes, that soft glow in his expression coming back the longer he looks at you.
"Nothing bad will happen to me, love. I'm your guard with a reason, I can handle it," stroking your jaw with his finger, you felt tingles all over your face, making you sigh as you stepped closer, not knowing why he effects you so much and why are you not guilty about being this close to him before your own wedding.
"Jungkook," you whisper and he almost tightens his hold on your jaw because the sound of his name from your pretty lips makes him think about sinful things what he could do to you if you're left alone again.
Feeling some fabric on your face, you realize that he kissed your forehead though the mask, this time hating the fact that he covered his mouth when Jungkook leans away from you with a glint in his dark orbs.
"Just trust me," with that, he walks you out of the room and making sure the area is clear with his eyes looking left and right around the corner, he makes you hide in one of the rooms, with an excuse that you injured yourself and wanted to rest for awhile as you crashed in another bedroom. You obeyed him without a thought because in your eyes he was the one who is trying to save you from trouble. Even you're a princess, you couldn't but help surrender to his stern guarding voice, he was not human after all.
With the last look at you, promising you that it is not the last time you see him, you are rushed in another bedroom, with the door closed as you are left alone again.
Trying to hear something as you put your ear against the door, shouting increases as you finally recognize the booming voice of your father. And he was pissed.
"Jeon Jungkook! Where the hell are you! Why didn't anyone of you useless shits see where my daughter went with her guard! Once I see him, I will - Jungkook, where is my fucking daughter!" Hearing your father cursing and getting angry at your guard didn't set well with you, you were worried that he will so something to him. It would be your fault.
"Your highness, with all of your respect, take your hands off me first and then I will answer, " there was an dark edge in your guard's voice.
You knew he is not human and if someone pisses him off, there can be consequences but the thing is, he was trying to be calm for the sake of your father so you waited for the king to speak, dread filling your chest when the silence became too much to handle.
"Speak," your father ordered.
"We have caught a trespasser in the palace when you were gone, he almost hurt the princess but I was there to protect her and before you get angry at me, she is safe and the trespasser is already captured in the dungeons waiting for his death sentence when we have all the information we need. Your daughter is resting now so maybe we can discuss this somewhere else and-" he was cut off by something and your breath hatched when your father spoke this time.
Trying to see something from the door keyhole, you were surprised that they were in your view shot, the king and your guard facing each other, your father again close to Jungkook when the king grabbed him by the armor collar, the other guards silent behind your father, just watching the scene in front of them.
"How the hell did this happened? Didn't you were by her side all the time?"
"I was but-"
"BUT nothing! You promised to guard her all times and if something happens to her, you will get a punishment yourself! Who was the trespasser?"
"A vampire," Jungkook sounded strained, trying not to break free of your king's hold. If he wanted to, he could because you know your guard is much stronger comparing to humans but didn't dare because he worked under the king's orders to be your guard.
"A fucking vampire?! Did you know what happens when a vampire gets close to humans? Royal blood?" The king was furious and for a second there you wanted to brake through the doors to stop this all so he leaves Jungkook alone but your guard was strong, you believed him to get the situation under control.
"I know very well what happens and I assure you it will not happen again, not on my watch. The princess is safe so please hands off, your highness," he gritted his teeth and even you didn't saw his face fully, you imagine his eyes flash.
The king stepped back, letting him go with angered expression on his face," Be happy I don't throw you in the dungeons myself but because you are her guardian from birth, I will let this slide so if this happens again, I will kill you and I don't care that you're a fallen Angel. This is about my daughter's safety, she is my world," he warned him with a a promise.
You were shocked of course, first time hearing the king threatening your guard but the most confusing part was that he mentioned Jungkook being your guardian by birth. What does it even mean?
"I know that, Sir. I promise she is safe and sound so let me do my job before you go after my neck. We both know I will not let her get hurt if I have a say in it, "Jungkook straightened, his wings flapping open and close again for the show when the other guards stepped backwards a bit.
The king still stood his ground," Where is she?"
Jungkook hesitated for a moment, his head turning to the side, almost like watching the door where you were still standing against and you thought he knows that you have heard everything because you thought his eyes lingered on the keyhole where your eye was, a split second but then turned his gaze back at the king. You feared that he knows that you were listening and still watching all this time.
"She is resting in one of the bedrooms. She was traumatized after seeing the vampire but everything is all right now," your guard said and you really hoped he will not expose your hiding spot.
Your father frowned in confusion, " Why she is not in her chambers?"
"Because she...fainted while coming to the dining hall. I didn't wanted to wake her up so I let her rest in the closest room, Sir."
"I hope that you keep your hands to yourself, we know the real reason why I hired you in the first place so if I see you touching her, I will kill you, understand?"
Jungkook's eyes flash at that," If it means I keep her safe, your highness, it will be more than that. You can't expect me to fail my duty, do you? Don't forget I'm a king myself in my realm, I'm just here for her," his voice is cold with some new power and authority now and you can't but gasp as you struggle to breathe while hearing the shocking news. Jungkook is a king in his realm where he lives? And he is here just for you? Stumbling back from the door, you force yourself to calm down but it is hard when your father answers back.
"I didn't forget but since you are in my realm where humans live, you play by my rules and if you want to protect my daughter, you will listen to me. In here you are just a guard and nothing else, you hear me?"
"Yes, your highness, " bowing to your dad, the king asks your guard to show him the trespasser so when they all leave, steps echoing in the palace halls, you slide down to the floor, eyes staring at the ceiling when you lean against the door, not believing your ears and memory.
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Later you could finally escape to your own chambers unnoticed this time and when you closed the door softly and pulled a deep breath once you were in your room, you started to think.
If everything they say it's true, how come you never knew Jungkook when you were younger? Did you lose your memory or something? Does that mean they lied to you from the very beginning when your father hired Jungkook to be your guard? Only so he can be close to you? That even makes no sense. Why and for what purpose?
Jungkook really is powerful, more than you know and this time you feared that you can't escape the truth. What is worse, your father knew everything.
You knew that your father is too protective of you so why let Jungkook be this close when there is more than that? Does he likes you? Does he want to marry you, that's why he needs the king's approval?
Imagining Jungkook as your husband has you blush. He was so strong and intense but so loving towards you in the past couple of days. You didn't even know what to think of it anymore if that is really true and on top of it, he was so gorgeous.
Feeling warm, remembering his touch and his gaze on you, your eyes shut close with a dreamy smile but you felt your cheeks flush remembering sitting in his lap where you felt his friend poking you in the butt. Does that mean he wants you?
Reading so many romance books has you dreaming about your own man but knowing your guard is a king himself, you felt pride.
Jungkook is so perfect
Not wanting to get distracted by the thoughts of him, you promised yourself that when you meet him again, you will get all the answers you seek.
Opening your eyes, you stood up and stretched your free arm above your head and glaring at the other one in the cast. Your shoulder still hurt so getting in the bath was hard when you went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Undressing with a lot of struggle, you managed to slip into the bubble tub which you prepared for yourself with vanilla scent. As you leaned against the edge resting your head against it, you let yourself to calm down from your racing thoughts of a certain man. With a smile on your face, you imagined him shirtless again, watching you with hunger in those flaming eyes of his but soon stopped because you know it is wrong to think about him like that. He was your guard, for crying out loud!
Drifting almost to sleep in the warm water, you even forgot that you had soaked your arm cast but ignoring it because you just wanted to rest, a warm but dark shadow made you snap your eyes open when you saw yourself in the total darkness. Letting out a scream, you felt fingers trailing over your jaw when you struggled to get out of the water but before you can open your mouth again to call for help, a whisper besides your ear made you freeze.
"Easy, easy. It is just me, princess, " a familiar husky voice responds but you are in confusion because you didn't see anyone. Like the shadow of a man was invisible, you just felt him but didn't see him.
"J-Jungkook? H-how? Where are you?"
"I'm not really here, just checking on you to know where are you," the feeling of calmness washes over you and you immediately melt even though you don't understand how your guard talks to you if he is not there besides you. Does that mean....
"You don't see me, right?" You trembled.
"Why?" The shadow whispered again and for a second there you felt shivers when you feel someone pressing against your body preventing you to move as you keep laying there in the water which starts to turn cold the longer you stay there. Ignoring the question, you gasp when you feel your nipples harden when the shadow slides between the alley of your breasts. They were raising and falling with each passing moment, feeling heat in your core as you couldn't help but moan in sudden need.
"W-what are you doing? H-how you're doing this?" You were breathless.
A deep chuckle against your ear made you squirm when you closed your thighs so the shadow doesn't go lower than your tummy.
"You all right, your highness? " the shadow continued to explore your body, leaving fire in its trail as you gasped, arching your back when the warmth of the shadow went lower till you couldn't stop the moan which slipped past your lips loudly when invisible fingers pressed against your private parts, making you spread your legs open.
"J-Jungkook, oh god, what are y-you doing to me?"
An invisible kiss on your neck made you moan again when his voice rumbled in your ear again," And what I'm doing?"
"You know well what are you doing, Stop touching- oh my God," you gritted your teeth but soon moaned again when his shadowy fingers touched you down there, spreading your folds open, your cheeks flaming when you imagined him seeing you like this.
"Love, I'm just projecting myself where you are, I don't even see you," Jungkook whispers but you feel him smiling.
"Well, how do you explain that you're touching me right now? I'm naked, Jungkook, " getting angry by his clueless and teasing behavior towards you, a deep chuckle in your ear is the only sound you hear which gives you goosebumps, the fingers now brushing your lower lips and you almost jump from the feeling, not even seeing anything through the darkness around you.
"Those are your own desires, love. I have no power over my phantom form. It gives you everything you crave so if you are not clothed right now, you are in big trouble, princess because I feel your need through my projected body to my physical form, it takes everything you wish to happen or what are you thinking of. Do you, perhaps, are attracted to its touch?"
"Fuck you, Jungkook. Stop playing with me if you don't want my father to know about this so don't be a coward and come meet me," it is hard to speak when those invisible fingers starts stroking you gently, so so slowly in a tortured pace and even harder when his lips trail against your cheekbone, a warmth breath hitting your skin and leaving your face flushed.
When the words are out, the fingers stop their stroking and they disappear as you almost whine in protest when you feel heat leaving you, an icy cold shiver now taking its place.
"What did you just say?" He sounds pissed now.
You gulp, the darkness closing you in as you struggle to breathe for a moment but still keep a steady voice," If that's how you take girls by taking an advantage of them being in your invisible form, I see you are not man enough to do it in reality, right?"
The icy feeling of his shadow now presses you deeper in the water and before you can drown in the bath, his menacing whisper is the last thing you hear before darkness retreats back like never been there in the first place but those words makes you shudder as you repeat them in your head.
"If that's how you want me, you could just asked. You will always be mine, remember that, princess so I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight when I arrive after I'm done with your father. And one more thing, I own you."
What. The. Fuck.
Did my guard just say that to me? The king's daughter?
Be continued....
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my patient’s neighbour [two] // wanda maximoff
summary: as you spend more time with your patient's neighbour, you come to realise that your crush may be getting too much
warning/s: none, just fluff tbh
author's note: i’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first part! here’s the next bit :)
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When Sunday rolled around, I did everything in my power to make it the perfect day for Anna. We went out for breakfast at a café around the corner, a stroll around the park, then I made her lunch before she conked out afterwards, napping in her bedroom. I took that as my chance to decorate the living-area with birthday decorations. Nothing too much as I knew she'd kill me if I went overboard, but little things like a banner, some balloons and streamers.
I told Wanda to come at this time, too, and she showed up with a bag of groceries and a pretty smile on her face.
"Here, let me help," I said, already moving to take the bag off her. "How are you?"
"I'm good," she said, closing the door behind her and following me into the kitchen. Her smile widened when she saw the decorations. "Y/N, this is lovely! Anna is going to love it!"
"You think?" I asked, spinning around and doing a once over of the living-area. "It's not too much? I know she'll hate if I do too much."
"It's just the right amount," Wanda reassured, glancing at me. "How has she been today?"
We both began to unpack the groceries as we talked.
"Really good actually," I said with a nod. "I treated her to breakfast at that café she likes. We went to the park, fed the ducks, had a nice stroll. Then I made her some lunch and she's napping which leaves us the perfect time to crack on with dinner."
Wanda chuckled. "Great." She paused, making me look to her to see her smile fading. Nervously, she asked, "Did her granddaughter call?"
I sighed quietly and Wanda seemed to know what that meant without me saying anything further. 
"It's okay, we'll just have to make this the best meal ever," she said, not letting it get to her.
"We will," I agreed, before looking to the food on the table. "So, chef. Where do we start?"
Wanda and I spent the next hour prepping dinner, a beef stew called Solyanka, as it would require two hours to cook on the stove so we were starting early to make sure it would be ready in time.
I was chopping some onions as she prepared the beef, but I couldn't help myself from glancing at her every two seconds, still filled with concern because of her cast and minor injuries.
"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," she said teasingly, making me look up to see her watching me with a stifled smile.
"Sorry," I mumbled, shaking my head and looking back to my chopping board.
"What's wrong?" she asked gently.
I chewed on my lip as I glanced at her wrist again, before meeting her gaze. "How did it happen?"
"I already told you," she reminded me playfully, trying to lighten the mood, but I was still fretful. "It happened on a mission."
"Yeah, but how?" I asked again, hoping she understood what I meant.
She seemed reluctant to share, face scrunching up with thought, before looking down to her own chopping board. I thought she wouldn't tell me, but then she spoke.
"I can't tell you too much," she started, shrugging, "since it was a confidential mission. But basically, I was undercover when my target recognised me and we got into a fight."
Watching her with the utmost attention, I nodded, imagining it in my head.
"It wasn't difficult or anything, but it surprised me, y'know?" She looked to me with a smile, as if trying to make it sound less scarier than it was. "The guy, the target, he managed to get in few good hits. And he sprained my wrist. But it's alright."
I wasn't as amused as she was, wincing at the thought of her being in a fight. "Are you sure you're alright?"
She tilted her head knowingly. "I'm sure, Y/N. It's my job."
Shaking my head, I looked back down to my chopping board and continued chopping the onion. "I don't know how you can do that as a job..."
"Well, it's rewarding," she said like it was obvious. "Why do you spend most of your week caring for the elderly?"
"It's rewarding," I said without hesitation, before realising what she'd done and looking her way.
She was smiling cockily, making me roll my eyes and laugh.
"Okay, I see your point," I gave in. "But still. It's a dangerous job what you do. Just be careful, yeah?"
"Always am," she promised. And I wanted to believe her, but the cast on her wrist said otherwise.
"It smells like home, devochki, spasibo (girls, thank you)," Anna said from her place at the table. "Are you sure you don't want me to help?"
"We're sure, Anna," Wanda called back to her. "I'm just putting the food into a serving bowl and Y/N is grabbing some glasses. You sit and wait like the patient woman I know you are."
Anna mumbled something in Russian which I didn't understand, but it seemed to make Wanda chuckle as she rolled her eyes.
It was finally time for dinner and the stew had turned out beautifully, not that I had doubts since Wanda didn't seem like one to kid around with cooking.
As she was readying it for the table, I was setting everything up and all that was left were the glasses. But, of course (and oddly enough, since Anna was shorter than I), they were stored on the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard and just out of my reach.
In hindsight, I probably could have grabbed a stool and stood on it, but I was too lazy, so I went on my tip-toes and stretched with all my might. The tips of my fingers brushed against a glass and I attempted to move it towards me, unable to see if I was actually doing anything since it was too high. After a couple of tries, I managed to bring it forward, but my stupid self flicked it too hard and it came tumbling off the shelf and towards the counter.
I braced myself for the sound of glass smashing, but instead, a wondrous red energy wrapped itself around the glass and kept it suspended mid-fall.
"Very clever," Wanda said sarcastically, appearing directly beside me. Her accent was daringly teasing.
I looked up and saw her smirking at me with amusement, right hand raised and aimed at the glass. Red tendrils of energy glowed around her hand and the glass; I widened my eyes a little, amazed at how easy she made it look. Though I knew she had powers, I'd never actually seen her use them up close and personal. It was stunning.
"I totally knew you were going to do that," I played it cool, cheeks flushing as she set the glass on the counter.
"Mhm, sure you did," she played along with a melodious laugh, before pressing her front to my back without warning and reaching to grab two more glasses. "Here, I got it."
My body tensed at the feeling of her unexpectedly so close to me. My mouth went dry, her warmth emanating from her and washing over me with the scent of her perfume. Did she always smell so good?
When she grabbed all three glasses, she didn't seem to notice the effect she had on me (unless she did and kept quiet for her own amusement).
"Think you can grab the food without dropping it?" she asked, quirking an entertained brow.
Still distracted by her perfume, I nodded and cleared my throat. "Food. Right. Yeah."
As I stirred the stew to mix everything thoroughly, I felt my heart rate return to its normal pace and told myself to chill out. Wanda just happened to be an extremely pretty individual who was kind and thoughtful and funny. It wasn't a big deal.
When I was sure I wouldn't make a fool of myself, I returned to the dining table with a pot of stew and set it down on the placemat.
"Priyatnogo appetita (enjoy your meal)," I said, trying not to stumble over my pronunciation. 
Both Anna and Wanda raised their brows with matching surprised smiles on their faces.
"You said that perfectly, Y/N!" Wanda said encouragingly, as I took a seat to the right of Anna at the head of the table.
"I see you've been practicing," Anna added, looking to me with an endearing gaze. "A present in itself. Thank you, milaya (sweetie)."
I smiled bashfully. "I have to keep up with you both somehow, right?"
Anna chuckled as Wanda gave me a brilliant smile. Something in my chest stirred as she did, and I was forced to look away, though my own smile didn't fade.
"So, Y/N and I put this together for you and I'm sure you'll know what it is," Wanda said, before serving up a bowl for Anna.
"Solyanka," Anna exclaimed with delight. "Devushki (girls), this looks and smells amazing." She paused, glancing between us both with a grateful smile. "Since you've both been here, this place... it's beginning to feel alive again."
To my surprise, she teared up and began to laugh, using her napkin to pat the corner of her eyes. I rested my hand on hers, squeezing it gently and giving her a small smile.
"I appreciate this very much," she continued, before squeezing my hand and letting go to grab her spoon. "I can't wait to try it."
The three of us dug into our stew and Anna loved it, talking about the first time she ever had it as a kid and how it was one of her favourite dishes. The rest of the meal went by wonderfully, with Anna looking as happy as ever and Wanda listening to her intently. I was listening, too, but my gaze did end up wandering to Wanda as she sat there animatedly, nodding along and smiling to Anna.
For some reason, she was ethereal tonight, though she looked like she always did. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a loose tee shirt over some jeans. Nothing fancy, but she pulled it off so well. Rings adorned her fingers as she played with them thoughtlessly, and it caught my eye before I got distracted by her cast on her left wrist.
She'd said she was okay, but it still worried me. It wasn't my right to worry, but she was my friend. I was concerned. She could take care of herself, but that wouldn't put the ache in my heart at ease.
As if she could hear my concerns, her eyes flickered to mine, a kaleidoscope of blue, green and gold. She sent me a reassuring glance before looking back to Anna with focus. I chewed on my lower lip, trying not to let my worry get the best of me, before looking back to Anna.
Towards the end of the meal, after we'd eaten and were merely conversing, Anna's landline rang in the apartment.
"I'll get it," Wanda said, already standing up to grab the phone from its cradle.
Anna and I watched as she answered the phone with a friendly 'hello', before a surprised expression appeared on her face.
"Sure, I'll pass it on now," Wanda was saying before approaching the table and stopping by Anna. Her expression softened as she said to Anna, "It's Sasha."
Anna's expression fell at the mention of her granddaughter. She nodded slightly, before standing up and grabbing her cane to balance. Accepting the phone, she began to walk away into her bedroom. Wanda and I heard her say a faint 'hello' before she closed the door behind her.
"Her granddaughter rang?" I asked with mild disbelief.
"It is her birthday," Wanda pointed out, returning to her seat.
"Bit late into the day though, isn't it?" I retorted, pulling a face. "Almost like the day is over, in fact."
"Sounding a little judgemental there, Y/N," Wanda teased, leaning forward into the palm of her hands and watching me.
"I'm not," I said with an eye roll. "I just think she should show her grandmother some respect. Who does she think she is?"
I paused as Wanda gave me a knowing look, then winced.
"Okay, I heard it that time," I admitted, making her laugh.
"I get it," she said, nodding slightly. "Maybe she's finally starting to realise though."
I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "I guess... For Anna's sake, I hope so."
Wanda and I talked amongst ourselves until Anna returned silently, hushing our conversation. She returned the phone to its cradle before taking a seat at the head of the table. Wanda and I exchanged looks before I decided to speak, noticing Anna wouldn't.
"Is Sasha doing okay?" I asked gently.
Anna was staring ahead, barely listening, before she glanced at me then looked down to her empty bowl. Sentences left her lips in Russian, mumbled and incoherent, at least to me. Wanda leaned forward, holding her hand and frowning with sympathy as she listened to her words. I felt horrible, sensing something was wrong, but unable to do anything to help.
"I'm sorry, Anna, I didn't mean to upset you," I said, shaking my head.
Wanda met my gaze. "It's not your fault... Anna just misses Sasha."
I frowned. "Oh."
"But I'm glad I have you both," Anna finally spoke, accent thick with emotion, as she looked between us before settling her eyes to me. "Even if you're paid to be here."
She cracked a smile, making my shoulders relax. I returned her expression, glad she still had a sense of humour.
Anna didn't mention Sasha's name for the rest of the evening. We cleaned up, had some tea, played a quick board game before I made sure she was okay for the night.
"She alright?" Wanda asked when I closed Anna's bedroom door and stepped into the hall.
"Yeah, she's tired from all of today's excitement," I said with a smile.
"So are you by the sounds of it," she joked, but stepped forward to rest a hand on my arm. "I think we should call it a night."
"I think we should," I said in agreement.
After grabbing my stuff, Wanda and I left the flat before walking to her apartment and stopping outside.
"Thanks for helping me out today," I told her with a tired smile. "I really appreciated it."
"Well, you asked so nicely... how could I resist?" she said, staring up at me through her eyelashes. I rolled my eyes playfully, making her smile. "I had fun. Thanks for inviting me."
I was going to respond, but a yawn escaped my lips, prompting me to cover my mouth as I did.
"Sorry," I said, trying to blink the fatigue away momentarily.
She chuckled, tilting her head and watching me carefully. "You're cute."
I breathed out through my nose, unsure what to say to her words, but I definitely felt my heart rate speed up a little.
"I'll let you go," she said, clearly entertained by my silence. "Get home safe, yeah?"
"And you look after yourself when saving the world, yeah?" I replied with a quirked brow, eyes glancing at her wrist.
"I promise." She grinned before moving forward to hug me.
I returned the hug, the smell of her perfume permanent in my nose by now, before pulling away with a final smile. Of course, I probably shouldn't have stared at her lips so intensely, wanting nothing more than to kiss them.
"See you tomorrow," I said, snapping back into reality and taking a step back. "Goodnight, Wanda."
"Goodnight," she said sweetly.
I turned to leave and was suddenly wide awake. Did I just think about kissing Wanda?
It was a few visits later when I was caring for Anna and she decided to have a dance around the living room. One minute we were flicking through different radio stations, and the next she was putting on some old records on her record player. She settled on an upbeat, 50s dance song, the music filling the apartment with joy.
"Egor and I danced to this very song when we first met," she told me, talking about her late husband with a twinkling passion in her eyes. "It was a party and he had been staring at me all night, and I him. Then finally, when this song came on, he approached me and said, 'dorogaya, okazyvayesh' mne chest' tantsevat' so mnoy?'"
I suppressed a smile as I watched her reminisce. "And that means...?"
"'Darling, would you do me the honour of dancing with me'?" she repeated in English for my benefit.
My heart melted. "Anna, that's adorable. He sounds like such a gentlemen."
"He was," she said with a sigh of agreement, smiling to herself.
Whenever she talked about her husband, I'd never seen her look more content. The mere mention of his name was enough to put a smile on her face. I could only hope to have a love like theirs some day.
I stepped forward, putting out my hand. "I'm no Egor, but I'd love to dance with you if you'd let me."
"Oh, I can't do that," she said, waving my hand away. "I can barely walk, milaya (sweetie)."
"Hey, as your carer, I am insisting that you dance with me," I said, feigning sternness.
She hesitated, before resting her hand in mine and smiling with gratitude. The two of us danced together, myself being careful to keep her upright and make sure she didn't overexert herself. She was smiling and laughing as I spun her around, dancing her all around the living room, and it warmed my heart to see her so cheery.
A knock on the door caused me to excuse myself from Anna, only to find Wanda on the other end.
"Someone's in a good mood," she said instantly, taking note of my smile.
I stepped to the side to let her in. "Yeah, well, Anna is doing good today. It's contagious, what can I say?"
Before Wanda could respond, Anna called from the living-area with excitement.
"Wanda, idi syuda i potantsuy so mnoy!" she exclaimed, already grabbing Wanda's hand and pulling her in.
It didn't take a genius to know that Anna had basically asked Wanda to dance with her. I chuckled as I followed after them, enjoying the sight of Anna and Wanda dancing together.
"What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, glancing over the short woman and to me with a helpless smile.
"No occasion," I quipped, crossing my arms and trying to hold in my laughter at Anna's speed and perseverance with a reluctant Wanda. "Just having a good time."
Wanda looked like she wanted to retort with a comment, but Anna spun her around before she could, making me laugh aloud.
"Prikhodi odin, milaya (come on, sweetie)!" Anna said, holding out a hand. "Dance!"
Unable to resist, I joined in with the two Sokovian women, appreciating how happy Anna looked and how awkward Wanda felt in the situation. She wasn't much of a dancer, but she was trying and God was that adorable.
We danced for a little while longer until Anna's back began to hurt and she took a seat. Though, she insisted that Wanda and I resume with our dancing.
Just on time, like a sign from the universe or a higher being or whatever you wanted to believe in, a slow song came on next, filling the apartment soothingly.
To my surprise, the awkward dancer that was Wanda was oddly confident as she held out her hand to me.
"Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?" she asked softly, a small smile playing on her lips.
At the familiarity of her words, I glanced to Anna, who seemed to pick up on it, too. She said nothing as she watched us with a smile of her own.
"I'd love to," I said, looking back to Wanda's eyes.
They looked blue in the light, a beautiful sky blue that put me at ease as soon as I stared into them. I slipped my hand into hers, letting her pull us closer together as she rested her other hand on my waist, the touch sending shivers up my spine. I put mine on her shoulder, allowing her to take the lead.
It was the most intimate we'd been, and as she maintained eye contact, I wondered if she could feel my hands trembling slightly, or my heart hammering loudly, or my palms turning a little sweaty. She made me nervous in the best way possible, her smile dazzling without realising and her eyes piercing without meaning to be.
She must have felt it, too, that tug in the pit of her stomach that I was feeling now. Otherwise there was something seriously wrong and I was already too deep into a crush on my patient's neighbour.
When the song ended, it feeling like mere seconds in total, she let go of me and I missed the contact and the smell of her perfume and the way she was looking at me.
"Couldn't have done it better myself," Anna spoke, forcing me to tear my gaze from Wanda's lips. She smiled at me knowingly. "You ladies definitely know how to dance."
I felt a heat creeping up my neck as I smiled to myself, distracting myself with the laces on my shoes. When I finally brought myself to look up, I saw Wanda already looking my way, a calm expression on her face.
As she did most times she visited, Wanda stayed with me and Anna until I tucked Anna into bed and bid her a goodnight. We left the apartment and Wanda decided to walk me to the lift that evening, a distracted look on her face.
It was silent between us, a comfortable one, until the doors slid open and I looked to her with kind eyes.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I told her, making her look to me. "Have a nice evening, Wanda."
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. I watched with amusement, wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers. The lift doors began to shut, so I put my foot between them to keep them open.
"I should go," I said with an awkward laugh, before grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently since she wouldn't speak. "Goodnight."
When I turned to leave, I got, maybe, a step into the lift before I felt her fingers wrap around my wrist and tug me backwards, spinning me around. I didn't get chance to ask what was up as she stepped forward, pressing her lips to mine in an instant.
Startled, I froze at the contact, but then her hand rested on the back of my neck as her thumb caressed my jaw, and I found myself melting into her, closing my eyes at the blissful feeling.
Her other hand fell to my waist as she deepened the kiss, sending me into the lift and the wall hitting my back. I moved my lips in time with hers, revelling at how soft and delicate and gentle she was being. Kissing Wanda Maximoff wasn't something I had realised would be this good, but now that I was, I never wanted to stop.
Unfortunately, the sound of the lift doors shutting pulled us apart. I was breathless, my heart racing and my lips swollen from her spectacular kiss.
"I've wanted to do that for such a long time," she revealed, stepping back a little. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed as she watched me with mild concern. "I completely should have asked though. I'm sorry that I overstepped."
She pursed her lips, forefinger and thumb pinching her bottom lip regretfully and gaze falling to the floor.
"You didn't overstep," I said, already missing the sensation of her lips against mine. "You stepped just the right amount."
She looked back up, eyes softening as her lips curved into a radiant smile.
"You wanna, maybe, do that again?" I asked without thinking, my mind a haze as Wanda still remained so close to me.
She laughed melodiously before raising her hand and cupping my cheek. Her eyes looked between mine before falling to my lips affectionately.
"I'd love to, dorogoy (darling)."
I smiled toothlessly before closing the gap between us, secretly wishing this lift ride would go on forever if it meant I could kiss Wanda like this.
After making out with Wanda in the lift, she asked me out on a date and it was the best date I'd ever been on. Nothing over the top but very thoughtful as she took me for a picnic in the park before getting ice cream for dessert.
We went on a few more dates after that, taking turns to take the lead with them, and she ended up asking me to be her girlfriend which of course I said yes to.
All whilst this was going on, I still cared for Anna and Wanda paid her visits when she could, though we tried to remain as normal as possible. We didn't think it was best to tell Anna that we were together since we didn't want to startle her or make her feel uncomfortable in our presence. Of course, keeping a secret from Anna is as good as nothing when she had eyes like a hawk.
Wanda and I were putting a plate of tea and biscuits together for Anna one day, myself lining up the biscuits neatly as Wanda lingered beside me. She was about to grab a biscuit from the plate when I smacked her hand away.
"Just one," she pleaded, but I shook my head before nodding to the packet on the side.
"Help yourself to those," I told her condescendingly. "These are for Anna."
"Just get her another," she said simply, before reaching over again.
I smacked her hand away again, giving her a knowing look.
"Y/N!"
"Wanda!" I mirrored her childish smile.
She narrowed her eyes petulantly. "Are you seriously doing this right now?"
"Are you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
She pouted and I so badly wanted to lean forward and kiss it away, but Anna was sat on her recliner behind us. Wanda seemed to know this as a mischievous smile fell on her lips, eyes watching me carefully.
"You're not cute," I mumbled, before grabbing the tray and turning to leave. As I was walking to Anna, a biscuit began to float off the plate, red wisps of energy wrapped around it and bringing it to– "Wanda!"
She laughed, eyes glowing red with magic, before grabbing the biscuit from mid-air and taking a bite.
"Such a child," I said under my breath before setting the tray on the coffee table before Anna. Smiling at her, I said, "Here you go, Anna. Do you want anything else?"
As I straightened up, flipping Wanda off behind my back and encouraging her laughter further, I noticed the way Anna looked between us both curiously.
"Everything okay?" I asked, eyebrows knitting together as she continued to study us both.
"Something happened," she decided. "Between you both."
"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch. "Nothing happened."
"Something definitely did," she said knowingly. "I may be old, milaya (sweetie), but I have very good eyes."
"Anna, what are you talking about?" Wanda played dumb, taking a seat beside me, biscuit in hand.
"Don't think I haven't seen the way you two steal glances when you think I'm not looking," she said, pointing between us. "Or the way you," her finger settled on Wanda, "have been helping Y/N out more often than usual."
Wanda and I flushed, embarrassed that we'd been caught out. I was so certain that we'd successfully hid it from her, but clearly we were mistaken.
"We wanted to tell you," Wanda began, cheeks still pink as she leaned forward.
Anna silenced her with a wave of her hand. "Save it. I knew I was right. You two are together."
Pursing my lips, I waited for her to say something because I wasn't really sure what to say myself. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips.
"I'm very happy for you both," she said to us. "Wanda here always needed somebody in her life who wasn't me. And you, Y/N, are the perfect match for her."
I chuckled, looking to the girl in question, whose face was as red as her powers that she used to torment me with. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently, and nudged her in the shoulder.
"You hear that? Perfect match," I teased, making her roll her eyes to distract from her flustered self.
Anna said something to her in Russian, way too fast and incomprehensible for me to understand, even with the extra effort I was making to learn it. Whatever it was, it made Wanda get even more embarrassed, her green eyes darting around the room in an effort to overcome it.
"What did you say?" I asked Anna with amusement.
"Oh, nothing Wanda hasn't heard before," she said dismissively. "It's all okay. Isn't it, Wanda?"
"Yeah," Wanda mumbled.
"I don't know what's happening here, but I'm all for someone putting Wanda in her place," I said, looking between them both with an entertained smile.
Anna chuckled as Wanda shoved me in the arm gently before pulling me close again. I smiled at how cute she looked, pink blush creeping up her neck and teeth chewing on her lower lip to contain her smile.
I'd never get sick of the sight.
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lyssahlyssah · 3 years ago
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Obey Me! The Present
a/n: not suitable for work
Well, this took a week of my life, but it's ok! It's obviously something I needed to get off my chest (ahem). I hope you enjoy. 🟣🔵⚫
pairing: F!MC x Belphegor, category: (very) not suitable for work, warnings: some angst, virgin sex, penetration, oral sex, teasing, man-eating petunias. description: Belphie give F!MC the present she's always wanted. wordcount: 2.1k
"Is there anything else I can do for you for your birthday? Being your present and all. "
In your room, Belphie stands in front of you with his usual coy smile. Tall and gorgeous, he cocks his head to one side causing hair to fall into his violet eyes. He confidently holds your gaze.  As the gaze lingers, his smile deepens, playfully suggestive.
Today is your birthday and you've spent it on a date with Belphie. Feeling guilty after forgetting to buy you anything, he had cleverly volunteered to be your present, granting you any wishes you wanted.
Excited by his creativity (and the prospect of time with him alone), you had taken full advantage, first visiting the planetarium and then the botanical gardens. You'd laughed together, played around, took naps under a tree with his head in your lap. At the botanical gardens, he'd even rescued you from man-eating petunias after you took a wrong turn, and had shamelessly teased you about it since. Everything was effortless and fun when you were together.
And now, looking at his smiling face, you reflected on how far the two of you'd come. This wasn't Belphie from long ago in the attic; the angry and vengeful demon that once tried to kill you, heart twisted with hate from the loss of his beloved sister. No, he had changed. As time had gone on, he had warmed to the whole world, even to his older brother Lucifer, whom he had once admitted hating to the point of murder. He was now letting people to get close to him again. And especially you. He had opened the door to his heart and was inviting you in.
Because of the complicated history you shared, a special bond grew between you. His aloofness drew your open and loving nature like a moth to a flame, and you clicked like magnets due to your differences. Over any of the other brothers, he made you feel comfortable. Facing him now, you realized you've fallen hard for the infamous sloth demon. It was for those reasons, a response to his question immediately floated to your lips.
"Kiss me", you say, giving him a smile of your own.
"Sure", he agrees, a blush on his cheeks. Your lips meet. It's soft and sweet. Somehow, even though you aren't sure where he found the time between naps to become this way, Belphie is an incredible kisser.
His lips push down on yours with a little more force, then abruptly pull back, leaving you breathless. "Is that all?" he asks. "In that case, I'll give myself to you every day" his eyes crinkle in a smile, ever teasing.
You wet your lips, heart pattering in your chest. You did want more from him...a lot more.  Now or never. you think. You catch his hand and hold it. "Ah...Belphie...actually, what I want instead, is to give m-myself....to you." you stammer a little in getting it out. His eyes widen as he realizes what you're insinuating. Silence.
"MC...you sure? With me?" Belphie stares back at you, no longer joking. He pauses. "Why me? Why not Lucifer...or...or...The Great Mammon?" he says, with a sarcastic flourish.
When he sees your face drop, he immediately apologizes and runs a hand through his thick hair, ruffling it. His voice softens. "I'm sorry...I've been angry for so long, you know? Sometimes it just comes out when I don't mean it to."
He takes your hand again and pulls you to the bed where you sit down together. Color rises in his cheeks. "Really though...I've lied to you, I've manipulated you. Not that long ago...I even tried to kill you. Why am I the one you want for this?" He searches your face for an answer. 
"You're my master, I can't refuse you, and I'd be crazy to anyway, but...why me?" Standing up, he paces a few feet in a circle, then sits down again. You've rarely seen him this worked up; it's obvious he still hasn't totally forgiven himself for hurting you.
"I love you Belphie", the words fall out of your mouth. Your eyes widen. You search your feelings and know it isn't a lie. His eyes are wide too. "Do...do you mean that?" he questions, leaning back.
You nod, "I need you, Belphie. I feel safe with you; I know you'd never hurt me now. And...I know you need me too". You continue, your voice low. "I want you. More than anyone else".
The words visibly shake him. He drops his head, staring into his lap, then slowly brings his head back up and gazes at you. You're taken aback by the open desire you see there. It's as if a mask has fallen off and you're seeing the real him for the first time.
When he speaks, it's slowly, deliberately.
"I want to know you that way, MC...More intimately than anyone ever has." His eyes start to glow a fierce purple. "You're mine, and I want to be your first. I want to give you something to remember me by when you go back to the human world." You swallow hard, your heart starting to race and nod.
He leans forward, takes your face between his hands, and kisses you. And again. Deeply, tongue reaching hungrily into your mouth. You whimper against his lips, full of want.
You give yourself over completely to his touch. His hands are on your face, guiding the movement of your heads. It feels so good, all the strength leaves you, and you fully let him hold you up. Between kisses, he makes small sounds of passion.
"You drive me crazy" he murmurs, looking into your eyes. A thrill runs up your spine. He's here, fully here - with you. No distance. Not a trace of sleepiness. In this moment of closeness, Belphie has completely overcome his sin.
You gasp as his fingers effortlessly snap off the button to your jeans with an audible pop. "Oops", he says, not sounding sorry in the slightest.
He leans you back onto the covers. Continuing to kiss you, he slides his hand into your jeans and caresses your lower stomach, playing with the hollow of your hip bone. Ticklish, you sharply draw in a breath, causing him to smile at you. "Don't be nervous" he says reassuringly. "I'll take care of you".
He sides your pants down, and then completely takes them off. You shiver, all at once feeling vulnerable.
"Mmmm..." He murmurs, looking over your body. "You're so beautiful. I've dreamed about getting to touch you like this". He reverently slides his hands up and down your thighs, your hips, your waist. Goosebumps raise up at his touch.
Holding your gaze, he leans down and pulls your shirt over your head then sits upright and does the same for himself. His hair is even more disheveled afterward and the thought of it being that way because you're in bed together turns you on.
Even though you've napped together endlessly, you've never seen this much of his body, and you sigh with pleasure drinking in the width of his shoulders, his flat stomach. He watches you just as avidly and the small smile returns as he sees the effect he has on you.
Leaning in, Belphie captures your lips once more in a steamy kiss. Running his hands up your shoulders, he cups your cheeks, then traces down your back and unhooks your bra. You respond by thrusting your own hands into his hair and pulling him to you.
He kisses his way down your chest and your stomach, where his lips leave little trails of fire on your skin. You try but can't remember ever feeling more aroused. He playfully nips your belly button as it goes by, and smiles when you jump and protest, eyes glinting.
Belphie stops between your legs, breathing out slowly, and kisses up one of your thighs. At the top he hugs it to his face, cheek pressing into the flesh. Pausing, he looks at you sideways and says, "I've wanted to do this since we met".
Taking his time, he hooks your panties with one finger and pulls them down. Admiring the view, he runs a finger down your core, lightly teasing your clit. You sigh, then jump when he gives a jerk. "You're so fucking wet down here" he utters in awed tones.
Seeing you so excited for him seems to unhinge him a little. Looking at your soaked slit with total attention, he raises his finger to his lips and lightly sucks off your excitement. His eyes flutter close and a low groan of desire escapes him. Leaning in, he buries his face in your folds. His soft tongue pushes roughly against your swollen clit and it's your turn to gasp.
He continues to work on you for a few minutes. The pleasure overwhelms you, but still, you want him deeper. Parts of yourself you aren't familiar with are showing up and demanding to be satisfied. You try to stretch your legs further and wider apart so his tongue can reach every needy part of you. More than happy to help, he greedily tongues your tight hole. "B-Belphie!" Your voice rises as you near your climax. He reaches one hand up and laces your fingers through his. "Go ahead, MC...I've got you, you're safe. I want to taste you when you cum." Soothed, you let yourself go fully, shuddering, waves of euphoria threatening to drown you. "Mmmm..." Belphie says contentedly. You can feel his lips as he captures every last drop on his tongue.
You collapse into the pillows as the pleasure ebbs away, but he doesn't give you time to rest. You feel manicured fingers slide into your slippery hole. At first, it's a gentle in-and-out getting you used to the sensation. You squirm, your flesh still sensitive from his earlier attentions. After a few moments, he picks up the pace and starts pushing into you faster and deeper, turning and curling the digits. Mewling with every thrust, you blush bright red, still a little self-conscious  From his place cradled between your legs, he watches your face possessively. "I love your sounds", he says.
Pleasure begins to fill your abdomen once again as you near climax, and you involuntarily start to grind against his hand, desperate to increase the tempo. Loving your impatience, he dips his head down and bites you on the inside of your thigh, near your core. Surprised by the unexpected sensation, you're pushed over the edge, launching into oblivion for the second time. This time he can't help himself and covers your mouth in a passionate kiss, jealously swallowing your cries of pleasure.
Thoroughly ravaged, you look up at him through half-lidded eyes. Belphie looks back at you, spellbound by the state you're in. "B...Belphie", you manage to get out. "What, MC?" he softly answers. "I need you inside me", you pleadingly say to his violet eyes. He shudders and pulls back from you.
"Okay", he says, unfastening his pants button. He pulls them down and his length springs out, large, strong, and perfect. Dazzled, your mouth drops open slightly. He smiles confidently at you and crawls back up your body. Once there, he turns your hips so you're lying on your back with your hips to one side, lined up to your exposed slit on his knees. He runs his hands over your ass, squeezing it, testing its softness, before bringing his hands back to grip your hip with both hands. "Tell me if I hurt you", he says with unexpected tenderness and starts to push inside you.
Due to the position of your hips and your overall tightness, his first thrust is shallow, but the friction makes you both groan. Pulling out slowly, drawing out the pleasure, he pushes inside again, going slightly deeper. Your eyes roll back in your head. He feels blissful, way past anything you had imagined.
Using your hip to pull your ass against his lap, he starts to move more quickly. With abandon, you throw your arms against the covers above your head, your face falling to one side and breasts jiggling as the snap of his thrusts push you up and down. Also lost in pleasure, his eyes are closed and low groans rumble from his throat.
It doesn't take long for you to climax again, and then again. Your walls clenching tightly around him, each climax earns you a growl, but Belphie shows no signs of giving you mercy. Finally, even though you wish it could last forever, he thrusts deeply within you and you feel his warmth spread into your abdomen.
Completely spent, you lay together in the candlelight, your head on his chest, legs intertwined. Your core aches sweetly. He holds you close. Happier than you've felt in your entire life, you both start to drop off. As you do, you raise your head to look at him, and you see he's already asleep. Full of affection, your chin on his chest, you breathe, "Thank you for granting my wish". Seconds later, fading into darkness you hear him whisper, "I love you, too".
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sterek8nights · 3 years ago
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(A) Happy Hanukkah
"You know," Derek says with a grin, turning another donut in the pot of boiling oil, "We can't actually put anything in the sufganiyot until they're cooled."
"But Der-ek," Erica and Isaac protest in unison, "Donutsss."
Stiles chuckles, "You guys can wait like, ten more minutes for the first batch," he says, thoughtfully poking at one of the fluffy donuts from the first round of frying.
Derek mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "Not likely," and Boyd and Stiles both laugh over Erica and Isaac's protests.
"Plus, we should have the latkes first. I'm the interest of a balanced werewolf diet," Stiles says sagely. "I even made some with zucchini and carrots!" Stiles adds more latkes to the towering piles on the counter as he talks, his excitement palpable as the light through the kitchen window begins to turn to the gold-orange and pink-red of sunset, signaling the nearing of the first night of Hanukkah. Derek doesn't bother hiding his smile as he adds to his own mountain of layered sufganiyot and paper towels on the opposite side of the stove.
Before anyone can argue more, the rest of the pack filters into the kitchen.
"We brought blueberry jelly and whipped cream!" Kira declares brightly.
"And peanut butter!" Scott adds from just behind her, digging into a shopping bag and holding up a jar triumphantly.
"Peanut butter?" Noah says incredulously from where he, Melissa, and Chris are stood behind Erica and Isaac at the island. ""Peanut butter sufganiyot?"
Scott shrugs, smile still in place. "I figured peanut donuts are delicious, so why not peanut butter filled ones?"
"Scotty, I both love and fear your brain," Stiles says, slightly awed.
"Oh my god," Boyd says quietly, "I brought Nutella. Nutella and peanut butter sufganiyot."
Most of the pack hisses a collective "Yes," surprisingly, including Melissa.
"Do we really have to wait until after latkes?" Isaac asks, puppy dog eyes in full effect.
"Yes," Derek and Stiles answer at the same time, sharing a glance and matching grins after.
Everyone devolves into animated conversation after that as dinner and dessert get finished. 
As the last rays of sunlight settle below the horizon, Noah leads them all in lighting the menorah, everyone pissed close together, reveling in the closeness and soaking up the momentary quiet as the glow of candles from the handful of menorahs that they've collected over the years fills the kitchen.
Chaos resumes soon after, as everyone descends upon the dining room table, eating the latkes with sour cream and apple sauce, heaping praise on Stiles for his veggie additions, even as Noah grumbles good naturedly "Don't know what's wrong with good old potatoes, son," and filling the house up with the sounds of a happy family.
After dinner, Scott, Kira, and Boyd make quick work of the dishes, and Isaac and Erica lay out the sufganiyot and the various filling options that everyone had brought. Jackson and Lydia arrive just as everyone is settling back into their seats and considering how to fill their syringes with the jellies, custards, and peanut butter that they've chosen.
"Just in time to avoid dish duty!" Stiles greets, standing to hug them both, and accepting a kiss on the cheek from Lydia.
"Yeah, yeah. But we brought presents, so you can't be mad," Jackson says, smacking his own exaggerated kiss to Stiles' other cheek before moving into the room to say hello to everyone else.
"Presents and marzipan for sufganiyot!" Lydia says brightly.
The pack proves its cohesion once more when a unanimously affronted cry of "Marzipan?!" follows her declaration. After a long moment, they all collapse into laughter.
"You don't get any," Lydia says in faux-anger, veggie dissolving into her own giggles. She takes Stiles' offered arm and he leads her on a welcome tour of the table before they settle into their seats."We didn't miss dreidel, did we?" she asks, smiling when Derek shakes his head. 
Everyone quickly resumes assembling their food syringes, several people managing to squirt more filling onto the table-- or the person next to them -- than the get into their donuts, and laughter and the cozy feeling of family holidays settles around them all like a soft blanket.
Most of the sufganiyot are eaten as soon as they're filled, and everyone is vaguely covered in sticky residue of various textures, but they're all smiling and radiating contentment. Derek wraps an arm around Stiles' shoulder, gently pulling him close, and leans his cheek against the top of Stiles' head.
"Happy Hanukkah, Stiles," he says around a smile.
"Happy Hanukkah, babe," Stiles answers. "Hey!" he squeaks, slapping at Derek's hand that is not so stealthily sneaking one of his boysenberry donuts. He maintains his seriousness for approximately half a second before relenting, plucking a donut from his small stash, and holding it up to Derek's grinning mouth.
Derek takes a ridiculous bite, the filling smearing across his lips which had until then remained much cleaner than most of the rest of the pack's, and Stiles laughs at how pleased he looks despite the purple staining his lips.
He kisses Derek, mostly chaste and lingering just a moment, the sound of their family fading for a brief second. "Happy Hanukkah," he repeats into the small space between them, then settles back onto Derek's shoulder, and watches as his pack celebrates, the fading glow of the candles in the kitchen just visible from where they sit.
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All I want for Hanukkah is a sufganiyot party, where everyone brings their favorite filling, and we all share messy donuts and eat too many latkes together.
Please RSVP in the tags, and tell me your favorite sufganiyot filling.
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stormblessed95 · 3 years ago
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Hey stormie 💜 hope you're well and happy
So I've been watching the making of just one day for the first time. I can help but think how different jimin was during this era. I mean, we can barely see him talking on screen here. But now, i think even the editors can't get enough of jimin. Have you talked about jimin's personality dynamics before on your masterlist? Sorry if i had missed. Reading your blogs always makes me feel inspired 😊 I love how you put your thoughts into words. So beautiful ❣️
Hi! You are sooooo sweet. Thank you
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I haven't really discussed his personality as a whole, but I've discussed certain facets of it in different posts under my Jimin topic on my masterlist, which I will link here:
As well as I've talked about parts of it in my BTS group dynamics post:
Jimin is so beautifully complex and dynamic. You cannot put him into just one box and call it him. He is a little bit of everything meshed into one of the most considerate and intelligent people out there. I think what you are referencing here is what a lot of people consider his "glow up" over the years.
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Which isn't so much a change in personality or in who he is, but a change in confidence. It's confidence in himself, who he is, how he feels, what he is doing. It's embracing all sides and aspects of his character and personality.
Jimin since debut has been kind hearted, empathetic, badass, scary when mad, soft, gives great hugs, intelligent, funny, talented, hard working, a perfectionist. He is masculine and tough, while also being charming, cute and delicate. He has always been a great listener. A support system for the others. He has always been a leader.
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Now he is just better at showing all these things. He has embraced his soft side, while never letting go of his tougher side. He has excelled at taking on a leadership role and asserting himself. He has gained confidence in his own ideas and his strengths. He is more comfortable with who he is and all the multifaceted parts of himself and his personality. He went from never relaying on anyone and struggling a lot with figuring out who he is and how to lean on others to knowing how and when to ask for his space but accepting help and praise and love when it's given to him. He went from questioning and asking "am I charming?" To knowing that he is. He still enjoys and gains significant happiness from that praise when given, but he isn't self reliant on it anymore.
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He doesn't shy away from himself, any part of himself now. So this the camera can't get enough of him, he is so much more now. All these things, they were always there. They were always part of who he was and his personality. He has just grown into them and grown into the confidence and ability to showcase these aspects of himself more effectively. He is more comfortable and secure in himself in order to let himself shine in truly stunning ways. We see it in the way he carries himself and presents himself. The way he takes care of those around him. His level of emotional intelligence is extremely impressive and something that everyone around him relays heavily on too. Of course self love and acceptance is a never ending journey, one you are always working on and adapting to. But it is obvious that while he might still have bad days, he is more comfortable as a whole with who he is for the most part.
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This kind of just turned into a Jimin's duality post and me gushing over him and how well he has grown into the person that he is now. His kindness, sweetness, cuteness, sexiness, geniune caring self he let's us see. I'm so proud of him 🥺 he truly is an inspiration to everyone around him and everyone worldwide. A wonderful role model.
If this didn't answer your question the way you meant it, please come back and send another ask. I love talking about JM and could do it all day! Lol he is so genuinely good. Just a good human and so inspirational. They all are.
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forsworned · 3 years ago
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[♥] academyau!substitute teacher {renguko kyojuro x reader}
Genre: Slight Fluff, Comedy
Categories: F/M
Relationships: Kyoujuro Renguko/Reader, Giyuu Tomioka/Reader
word count: 2,538
a/n: this is a pretty long read, so read at your own risk of boredom. i guess it could also b classified as a "x giyuu" but the title is just way too long and kind of throws the main focus off. might turn this into multiple parts so let me know what y'all think! also this is just a filler for the requests i have rn i don't want to leave you guys hanging
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"I literally don't know shit about history."
Giyu sighed in exasperation. "You don't need to know anything about history [first name]. The teacher already has a lesson plan and you literally just need to pass out the papers. I just need you to cover for a couple of a days because one of the teachers are out sick."
You groaned as you threw your head back in annoyance, pushing your feet up against the edge of your desk. Even though it didn't look it Giyu was practically begging you to substitute for one of his coworkers. And he almost never asks for favors.
Giyu ran a hand through his hair. "He's super picky with his subs and everyone he's had come in hasn't come back."
"So you're saying that I'm a good pick." You mused, with your head in your hands with an annoying smug look.
"Don't push it."
You scrunched your face in disgust. "I just really, really don't want to Giyu. Middle school kids are the absolute worst. All they do is make moaning noises and forget or neglect to wear deodarant."
Giyu lightly chuckled. Your eyes darted to watch his usually solemn demeanor melted away into a small smile which immediately disappeared when you caught wind of it.
He cleared his throat and continued to speak like nothing happened.
"Anyway, so you'll do it?"
You rolled your eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. I'll do it."
Giyu looked pleased with himself when he heard your answer.
"I mean after all, I do owe you like a million and one favors." You sarcastically mused.
Which you kind of did. Giyu was your childhood best friend and always kept your out trouble in the nick of time. Whether it was you getting chased down by the neighborhood cat, or when you got gum stuck in your hair and you didn't want your parents to find out so he quickly snipped it out of your hair with everything seemingly in place like nothing happened. Yeah you could say you were a bit of troublemaker growing up, but Giyu was like the older brother that always looked after you.
"I'm so glad you realized." He replied cooly. "Be here by 7:30AM. Don't be late, I already have enough on my plate and I don't need you embarassing me."
You used your hand to shoo him out of your office space. "Mhm, you can leave now."
"I'm serious."
"Yup."
He squinted his eyes at you."[first name]"
"Ok! I got it. I'll be there 7:30 sharp." You exclaimed throwing your arms up in surrender.
He smirked in satisfaction. "Good."
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The morning air was crisp as the sun shone down on your blurred eyes. You absolutely dreaded waking up in the morning and despite that you still agreed to be here. Oh, how you hated that man.
"Good morning." A familiar voice muffled beside you.
Speak of the devil.
He was munching away at his raisin bread walking next to you in the most nonchalant manner. Typical Giyu.
"Shut up." You mumbled miserably.
"You know, you could be a little nicer."
Your eyes narrowed at him. Expression in full death stare mode, but Giyu was as cool as ever, and as always completely unfazed by your behavior. But before you could retaliate, middle and highschool girls were practically lining up to say good morning to Giyu, blushing like mad when he acknowledged them. You on the other hand, were getting the death stares and whispers instead.
"Must be nice to be the heart throb PE teacher." You teased, poking him with your binder.
Giyu ignored you as you walked into the building, showing you to your classroom. You ignored the stares of kids burning holes through your back as you analyzed everything. Tons of inspirational historical quotes lined the walls, pictures and signatures of past and possibly current students covered one single wall. You inspected closely trying to catch a glimpse of who the teacher you were substituting for. One person in particular caught your eye, and he was hot. With a capital H. But before you could look at the other pictures to confirm Giyu called you over.
"Miss [last name], can you come up to the front and introduce yourself."
You sighed as you approached the front of the classroom and watched as the students all stood up. As their whispers got louder, you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.
"Good morning class. I'm going to be your substitute teacher for the day as Mr.--"You glanced over at the desk and moved the plaque in your direction. "--Renguko is out sick today."
As the class bowed in respect getting their good morning greetings, some of the children could't help but show their disappointment. You noticed most of them girls.
"I'll leave them to you." Giyu stated, and then looked at the class. "And be good to your substitute. I don't want to hear anyone misbehaving."
They bowed as he exited the room and now all eyes were on you. You sighed to yourself.
I really gotta learn to say no sometimes.
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To say you were exhausted was an understatement. It’s not that you hated kids or anything, but they always just see to have so much energy and well, you didn’t. Not even a cup of coffee could save you right now. You watched as the clock above your desk ticked and felt yourself getting more and more sleepier by the moment. Your consciousness fleeting as you lie under your warm blankets.
The image of that fiery haired man popped into your head and your eyes shot open.
You totally forgot to ask Giyu about that hot guy!
You let out a loud groan, knowing that your timing was off because now he would most definitely be suspicious if you asked him tomorrow. The curiosity of knowing that man itched at your skin. You absolutely had to know who he was.
What if he was a high school student, or worse a middle school student who looked very grown.
You outwardly icked at the thought, closing your eyes and scrunching your face in disgusted.
No way. He definitely had to be an adult. Maybe even a teacher.
“The history teacher!” You exclaimed out loud, shooting your whole body up.
It had to be him. You smiled victoriously to yourself, mentally patting yourself in the back.
And you had the perfect plan set up to find out.
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You had to have looked in the mirror for about three hours to make sure you looked absolutely stunning. Hair curled to frame your face perfectly, and make up subtle but very much enhancing your natural features. You rubbed your lips one more time in the mirror before smacking your hands to your face to wake yourself up. Giyu was not going to be happy.
The morning bells chimed and you were seated at the desk welcoming students as they walked in. You discreetly checked your make up in your compact mirror under the desk to make sure nothing was running and not a hair was out of place.
“Perfect.” You whispered to yourself, running a hand through your blow out. All this work for a man that probably wasn’t even a teacher here.
“Miss [last name], what are you doing here.”
You froze at the voice. Nothing could prepare you for the icy glare that Giyu shot down at you. It sent a shiver down your spine. But his glare melted right off of you as you glanced over to the man next to him. Your mystery man finally come true!
“Oh hello, Mr. Tomioka. It’s pleasure seeing you.” You smiled, standing up. You looked right over to the handsome man right next to him. His hair like rays of sunlight with eyes to match. You could barely contain your excitement. “And you must be Mr. Renguko.”
His smile as big as the sun. Scratch that. He was the sun.
Bright, beautiful and fiery. He physically made you warmer just being in his very presence. You could’ve sworn you heard simultaneous female sighs in admiration, but you were way too distracted by how utterly gorgeous he was.
“Yes, I am.” He cheerfully stated. “And you must be the substitute that was in for me yesterday.”
He took your hand in his and you could’ve sworn you melted at his touch. Finely calloused hands, indicating that he worked with his hands a lot. Not that his physique couldn’t already tell you how absolutely fit he was.
“Yes, I am. Your class was wonderful. I didn’t have any problems with them whatsoever.” You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. This really was the man and it took every ounce of you not to pinch yourself to see if you were awake or not.
“So are you going to tell me why exactly you’re here today.” Giyu chimed in. This time his icy glare had no effect.
“Oh yes, I thought I was still scheduled for today. I never heard anything back from Mr.Tomioka so I assumed that I would head back in.” You lied right through your teeth and Giyu could see right through it.
He narrowed his eyes at you. “And I remember emailing you last night confirming that Mr. Renguko was fully recovered and ready to work again.”
You couldn’t see it but Giyu was totally spitting out venom with every single word he spoke. It was almost terrifying, but you were way too distracted by the glow of the man that was the literal sun right beside you.
As if the smile on your face couldn’t get any bigger.
“That’s odd. I don’t remember getting an email.” You innocently put a finger to your lip, and looked upward as if you were searching your head for the memory of the email confirmation that you definitely recall getting.
Giyu’s went from you to Mr.Renguko. And then it finally clicked for him. His shoulder dropped in defeat. He did not have the strength required to dealing with your shenanigans today. He turned around heading out the classroom, raising a hand to dismissively.
“Just don’t burn the place down.”
You gave him two big thumbs up. “You got it!”
"So would you like to observe the class since you're already here?" Mr.Renguko interjected. He motioned to the empty seat right beside his desk and chair.
You beamed at him. "Only if that's okay with your class, of course."
"Oh trust me, they are more than okay with that." He grinned at the students. Most of them smiled and blushed looking away from your direction. You sat there in confusion, but before you could inquire about what he said, he shot out of his seat and grabbed the stack of papers on his desk.
"Alright, class we are going to go over your classwork from yesterday and finish the rest of chapter six."
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It seemed like forever until Mr.Renguko had settled into his seat while he let his students work together on their classwork.
"I can see why my students are such big fans of you." He mused. You looked up from your phone and saw him warmly grinning at your face. This time you didn't fight the blood rushing to the surface of your cheeks.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well," He pulled out a stack of notecards and began shuffling through them. "I always have my students write their own evaluations of my substitutes and yours were outstanding. Lots of compliments about your appearance and how you carried the class."
Evaluation? Appearance?
Your jaw went slightly aslack at his words. The only thing that left your lips: "Evaluations...?"
His grin grew. Mr.Rengoku knew that this had caught you off guard but he continued. "Yes, I like to know what substitutes are doing their job and keeping my students in line and comfortable."
You were almost speechless. "Wow, you must really care about your students."
He smiled softly this time, and fondly looked over at his students working diligently and quietly together. "Yes, I do. They're kind of like my own kids. I want the very best for them."
Just when you thought you couldn't admire him anymore that you already did. Hot and caring? It had to be too good to be true. You pointed to the best teacher of the year awards on his desk. "I guess you didn't get those just based off your looks alone then."
He visibly blushed and chuckled at you statement as he rubbed the back of his head. "Nah, I don't think so."
You raised an eyebrow at him and pointed at the wall of photos and signatures that lined his wall. "That wall definitely says otherwise."
He laughed a hearty laugh this time. "I don't really think that's the case. Like I said I just look after my students like their my own. They really are my pride and joy."
It really was incredibly hard to not let yourself melt into a puddle in his presence alone. But before you could collect your thoughts, the lunch bell rang and students filed out to their homeroom's and handing in their assignments on their way out. Most of the girls shot you dirty looks before heading out as a way of showing their contempt towards you before the smiled at Mr.Rengoku who was collecting papers at the doorway. At this point, you literally couldn't blame them. Their teacher was a total hottie and you were practically stealing him right under their noses.
As the last student handed in their assignment, Mr. Rengoku closed the door behind them and approached his desk to set aside the stack of papers. He pulled put a box of tissues, picking one out and sneezed rather loudly into it. Cheeks were now a hue of vermillion and he slighted groaned while holding his head.
"You don't look so good, Mr. Renguko." You stated worriedly.
He waved you off. "Nonsense, I'm fine. And you can drop the formalities when were not in front of students. Call me Kyojuro."
You sighed as you fumbled through your bag handing him some cold and flu pills and a packet of vitamin c. "Ok, Kyojuro. You can call me [first name], but I'm going to need you to take these for me and get on home."
He blew loudly into his tissue before tossing into the trash revealing his very red nose. "I-I'm fine, Miss [last name]-- I mean [first name]. Really, I'm ok." He stuttered as he tried to collect himself and get up. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold himself up for more than ten seconds before collapsing and luckily you were there to catch him. He seemed to have been mumbled incoherent words as he laid heavily in your arms. You sighed as you slowly laid him down on the ground and reached for your cellphone to dial the one person you knew could handle this situation the best.
"You didn't actually burn the place down did you?"
You rolled your eyes. "No, idiot. Teacher down."
"Ah, fuck."
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i-need-air · 4 years ago
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"Dude" — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader [P.2]
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[ Part 1 ]; [ Masterlist ]
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The new message plastered on your phonescreen earned a small smile from you. After a couple of days of sitting together at the same table due to Mei dumping your lonely ass for her babies, Mina suggested to text just to keep in contact more often. Something you did not expect was to be thrown in a group text with her and her friends.
They were absolutely hilarious; until recently they found out you had decent grades and started asking for your assistance, bugging you to join their study sessions, adding something about Bakugou being an absolute beast whenever he tutors them.
Pinky: Aww sucks that you're not coming! You're missing out Bakugou strangling Kaminari lmfao
You rolled your eyes in amusement. Why of course he'd be doing that.
What a strange little man. He really was; just as you started sitting with them, he'd mainly mind his own business, wearing his normal resting gremlin face and poking his food as if he was practicing murder just for the sake of it. First he orders you to sit with them, then he turns into an antisocial bastard most of the times. Yet, somehow, lunch with them was delightful and you found yourself looking forward to spend time with them, hear about their amusing stories and to top it all, making fun of The Great Bakugou Katsuki turned the whole event into a whole different level of fun.
As you weren't completely oblivious, his wandering eyes were really hard to miss anyway; you'd catch his gaze from time to time and he'd look away, annoyed, grunting like the man-child he actually was. Infuriating; how your heart skipped every single time it happened and how you wanted to have those deep crimson orbs on you again and again.
One thing you did not want to do was to leave Mei to the side; whenever she couldn't hang out she would inform you and you'd find something else to entertain yourself with; in occasions you did march in her workshop and sat your royal ass down without permission. Like as you did today, sitting in silence, you enjoyed the normal machinery sounds and her focused hums as she worked with you by her side. It was calming. The much needed calmness that you craved.
It's been a couple of weeks after the glorious incident and you have been noticing how your classmates, mostly the popular ones, started giving you the stink eye; your spidey-senses very much aware that it had to be Midori's doing yet the girl was keeping a very low profile. The hairs on the back of your neck rising whenever you thought about her next step because this level of radio silence was suspicious.
Between your growing interest into the blond and the dread related to your nemesis, Mei stopped her hard work to frown at you.
"Something's on your mind?" She probed, adjusting her goggles better on her head. "You're awfully quiet~"
Through a small giggle, you nodded but took some time to answer. "I guess?"
"Let me rephrase that." She cleared her throat dramatically "Someone's on your mind?"
A sharp gasp left your lips, realization kicking in; you had Hatsume Mei's full attention for the first time ever. In the workshop. Where her babies were! About to point it out, she narrowed her eyes at you, zooming onto you.
"[Y/N]." It's all she needed to say before you looked down, mind on one person in particular, not noticing how your friend smiled fondly to herself as she placed her hands on her hips; she chuckled lightly.
"Mind sharing what's funny with the class, Mei?" You asked trying to decrypt her expression still locked on you. She shrugged and shook her head, her wild pink locks moving wildly.
"OI, WERD—" the brash voice interrupted itself in reconsideration. The owner of said voice clicked his tongue and entered her workspace with indifference, looking around. "My gauntlets fixed?" He asked, curiously checking the lone couch in the corner, then turning his glare at her.
Ignoring his question, Mei's inquisitive gaze locked on him. "Are you looking for someone?"
It was as if she pressed a Total Destruction button because even the hairs on his head spiked up more than normally as he threw her a bloodshot glare.
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LOOK FOR [Y/N]?! I DON'T EVEN CARE WHERE—"
"I didn't mention [Y/N] at all though." she cheerily retorted, seeing his position stiffen even more.
"WHAT— WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT— WHO EVEN IS [Y/N]?!" Word-vomit took over; he was shaking at this point, panicked and cringing at his own mistake. "I'm SO FUCKING DONE with people giving me SHIT about that dumbass!" he kicked a table trying to prove a point but the girl was unimpressed.
"So you do know [Y/N]."
"YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU, GOGGLES! Fucking bothersome assholes always buttin' in—" his voice started fading into the distance as he walked out, fuming with nerves.
She blinked before screaming "What about your gauntlets?" through a smile.
"OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, GIVE ME—" he appeared once again, agitated.
A wave of lava filled your chest as she told you casually, even trying to copy the way he talked, making you laugh in exchange. You shouldn't feel that way, shouldn't you? It was ridiculous since he truly only insulted you and screamed in your general direction; well, it seems he screamed in every direction but it wasn't the point. The point was the warmth in your chest only gave you hope and the still functioning part of your brain begged to differ.
"He's a good guy." You whispered, suddently shy under Mei's knowing gaze.
And he called her Goggles too. You giggled fondly.
A few days later, wild gutural screams made you jolt from your desk in panic. You would've recognized that voice anywhere by now so you rushed towards the infirmary door just to find professor Aizawa and two cocoons made of his scarf behind him. His eyebrow was twitching and had a dark aura around him, eyes glowing menacingly but not directed to you.
"I'll fucking kill you—"
"But Kaccha—"
"Silence." The irritated and tired looking man said entering the room, dragging said cocoons behind him, knocking one in the door and pulling harder. You cringed, sure thinking he wasn't having a good day.
"OOF— What the shit was that?" The bundle started to shake uncontrollably which made you giggle. It stopped; halted and froze in place listening attentively as you tried to hide your laughter, trying not to annoy the teacher that seriously gave off a whole Done with life aura.
"You must be [L/N]." he pointed out, undoing one of the cocoons, a big fluffy broccoli like head appearing, big green eyes trying to focus.
"Yes, sir."
"They're beaten. Broken leg and broken rib. Can you heal them or should we wait for Recovery Girl?" The dark haired man went straight to business.
"I can handle that so no need to wait for her."
"Good. I'll leave them in your care." With a nod, he also released the blond, making him tumble and fall on his face. The poor guy groaned but bolted up with a raised fist.
"Behave." The older man said walking away, not really caring about Bakugou's heated muttering. The door shut gently and you found yourself looking at two boys; one fuming and avoiding your eyes, the other on the floor, staring up at you. His leg looked wonky so you fought back a face of discomfort before going to his aid.
"You." You pointed at Bakugou then at the bed. "Sit." A grin spread on your face as you used his words, meanwhile you leaned down to help Midoriya Izuku.
His eyes were absolutely intimidating, as if the boy tried to search within your soul as you helped him up.
"My name is [L/N] [Y/N] and I'm going to heal you today." He returned your smile with ease and nodded, his fluffy green hair shaking through the action.
"I'm—"
"Midoriya Izuku, yes. You're pretty popular, you know?" His face went all red, taken back by the fact.
Curses could be heard behind both; your hand was supporting Midoriya's weight as he only hopped ahead with his good leg, leaded towards a bed. Shuffling sounded too, still accompanied with another round of indistinguishable curses and grunts.
When the green-haired boy was securely placed, you turned towards the other, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed furthest away from Midoriya, pouting adorably.
"So you've got a broken rib, right?"
"What's it to you?" It was his turn to be a petty little shit and copy your words, still not looking up. His leg was shaking and his posture looked uncomfortable so it was not the time to get into your usual bickering.
"Lay down." He tsk-ed sharply. "Please." You pleaded, pursing your lips at his childish attitude. He finally snapped his eyes on you, just slightly widened in what could be surprise but you couldn't tell. All that mattered was that he ended up doing what you said. Though with more huffing, as if it bothered him immensely.
"Ya happy now?" He snapped.
"Very! Now—" you're taken back yet again by the intensity of those green eyes that looked between you and Bakugou with interest. "I'm gonna have to give you an anesthesic and adjust your leg back in place before healing you—"
Like a working bee, you ran around the infirmary getting your syringe ready, a little bit too nervous as two pair of eyes burned into your back.
"Where do you know each other from, Kacchan?" Izuku asked. Even if his leg hurt like a bitch, he couldn't help but be curious about the person Kacchan has been having lunch with for the past weeks; but what type of response could you get from the one and only?
"Mind your own damned fucking business!"
You sighed, irritated but the nickname didn't fly above your head. In all means, he shouldn't be screaming. He had a broken rib and he was screeching like an idiot. Didn't it hurt to even breathe?!
"Bakugou, you need to lay low and shut up."
There wasn't any time to play around; Midoriya behaved exemplary, just barely wincing at the syringe probing his knee but did not complain at all. The polar opposite of the blond beds away.
After letting the anesthetic to take effect, you moved towards the guy that's been living rent free in your head. He looked beaten up, had a bloody nose, open-wounded knuckles and shaky hands.
"Okay, I need you to relax." You whispered, trying to lift his tank-top but he stopped your wrist.
"The fuck yOu doing?!" his voice cracked momentarily while hyperventilating.
"Dude, take slow, steady breaths. In order to heal you I need to touch the skin closer to the wound." It wasn't entirely true but not exactly a lie either. After a pause for consideration he nodded but his eyes remained wary. "You've seen me do it before! Now show me where it hurts."
You needed concentration, focus, steady hands, rock-hard abs and tanned skin— Nooooo, [Y/N]!
All your might; all of it to act nonchalant and professional, to not fucking stare like a degenerate because he was absolutely built. But you couldn't help it. You couldn't help placing your palm on his ribs gently, instead of just the tip of your fingers as you normally would've needed. His sigh of relief made you incredibly giddy, feeling accomplished and fulfilled knowing you've done a great job for him. You also couldn't help healing his most visible wounds one by one instead of doing it all together in one single touch.
Were you flustered? Definitely and his attention only made it worse. You picked one of his hands and he spasmed away but ultimately gave in with a choked grunt; then grabbed the other and channeled your energy into his body.
Your heads were tilted downwards, both staring at how his knuckles healed slowly. What neither him or you noticed was how all his scratches and bruises all over him healed too, or the prying eyes of a third wheel that was already taking notes of your quirk.
"Okay." You whispered, not really wanting to let go. Your brain screamed Dishonor! but your heart skipped a beat, then another, then exploded when you lifted your gaze.
Crimson eyes looked at you in awe, wide and never this clear. They were shining too and you couldn't help but give his strong hands a squeeze, feeling in the calloused skin of his palm and wondered which one of you was shaking... He blushed then and opened his mouth, yet his brows furrowed as his focus shifted behind you.
"THE FUCK YOU STARING AT, PUNK?!"
Oh, yeah. Your other patient.
In a heartbeat you were by Midoriya's side and got to work, chest heavy and no words coming out of you. No snappy or cheeky retorts either, just trembling hands and warm cheeks. Only with murmurs you guided him through the procedure before healing him completely.
Dizziness overtook you; the downside of your quirk and something you've been training with Recovery Girl for the whole semester.
"That was amazing, [L/N]-san! Thank you!" The boy cheered, staring down at his leg in utter disbelief. His compliment made you grin, full and proud.
"Of course it was!" Your normal self surfaced.
"Fucking woo-hoo." Nevermind. Mood dropped and your face did too.
"Well, since you've been a good patient—" you start and ruffle through your bag "You get a lollipop!" Said candy was thrown in Midoriya's lap and he stared at it baffled. Meanwhile you turned towards the bane of your existence and raised a brow, shaking another lollipop in your hand. "You don't. This one is mine because I deserve it."
His angry, stupid and scandalized expression was everything you were looking for. Did you get out of your way to buy lollipops knowing Bakugou would end up in the infirmary sooner or later? Maybe. Was it worth it?
"What the fuck does that mean, dammit— I—" words caught in his throat as he choked with air, looking at the candy in your fingers with murderous intentions. Definitely worth it.
"Thank you?" Broccoli Boy asked but started unwrapping it, probably not to insult your kindness, and the whole interaction fueled Bakugou's anger. He snapped out of the bed and so did Midoriya, but one was marching towards you while the other just wanted to run away in fear, direction Exit.
"Gimme that shit!" He tried to grab it out of your grasp, but you moved away, laughing at his face.
"Midoriya has been nice and thanked me for the healing—" at this point he was boiling. "Say Thank you, [Y/N], you're amazing and awesome and—"
"LIKE FUCKING HELL IMMA SAY THAT, DUMBASS!" he was so sweet, the guy you liked; yeah, your sudden realization hit as he looked like a tomato ready to bite your head off and the only thing you could think was how adorable and sweet he was. All gurgling in rage, spitting cussed words left and right; dreamy, he was dreamy. He caught the lollipop from your hands, his scowl turning into a full blown victorious grin. So shiny... so bright... God, he was so handsome...
You're suddently falling in his arms in slow-motion, the world around you twisting and turning with him in the center of it all. Warmth engulfed your frame as you hit the most comfortable pillow of your life. His chest.
"Oi, [Y/—" he cursed, taking no time to place you on the bed with ease. "You okay?"
"W-What happened? Is she okay?" It seemed the famous Deku decided to remain for the spectacle.
"Get lost!"
Even if you wanted to pass out, his snaps wouldn't let you and with that thought you chuckled breathlessly. "I'm fine, I just need a nap after healing this much..." you assured into the air.
"Will you be okay, [Y/N]-san?" You turned your head until you spotted him and nodded through a smile but someone else answered for you.
"I see you took matters in your own hands." The sweet, gentle voice of your mentor put you to ease but scared poor Midoriya to the core as she appeared behind him at the door. Bakugou was still hovering over you in bed, not really knowing what to do. "You should leave [L/N] rest, boys." With tiny steps she walked around, not really paying any more attention to the scene.
The blond gave you a glance and pursed his lip, analyzing the candy in his hand. Through half-lidded eyes you saw him secure it in his fist and give you a nod. At this point everything was blurry.
"Thanks... or whatever." He didn't waste any time to bolt towards the door, his broad uncovered shoulders were the last thing you saw before closing your eyes in contempt.
"Kacchan, is [Y/N]-san your—?"
"MIND YOUR GODDAM—" the door shut close, making the room tremble and you giggled like a drunk fool.
Bakugou walked with his hands in his pockets, looking around with little interest as Dunce Face and Racoon Eyes blabbered without pause to breathe. Fuck, he was exhausted and the concept of shoving food down his throat sounded fucking fantastic. His insides turned and twisted knowing you'd be meeting them soon.
"Yo, isn't that [Y/N]?" Like a flash, his head bolted in the direction Denki pointed at and before he spotted you, the blond already wanted to punch himself in the jaw. Why the fuck is he acting like that? The answer faded in his mind as the scene unfolded in front of him.
"You're such a fucking bitch, you know that, [Y/N]?" Arms crossed, you placated the poor first year that was whispering behind you.
"Wow, Midori, so original." With a dead tone and rolling eyes from you, the white haired demon only twisted her face in disgust. "My feelings are hurt."
"Who do you think you are? You're a fucking nobody, [Y/N]! You think you're doing any good here? Go kill yourself!"
"And give you the satisfaction? No, not happening, you fork-tongued lizard." Your nails looked interesting.
Her pale purple eyes got ignited and her diminute frame puffed, like a rabid little mole-rat ready to bite someone. And just like that, she took a deep breath and started yapping and barking. "YOU'RE BETTER DEAD ANYWAY, YOU WHORE! YOU RUIN EVERYTHING! NOW EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT ME! ABOUT HOW YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME! DIE ALREADY!"
Sadly you didn't have any cookies on since you definitely felt like shoving one in her fanged, venomous mouth and patting her head for the effort. Your lips turned oh, so slowly into a grin, enjoying her reaction way too much.
"That's nice. Now can you like, I don't know, go back to making potions with your coven or some crap? Leave the kid alone—"
"This pathetic little shit was talking about me! ME!" her screech hurt your ears so you covered them before you turned to the kid to just see him standing there, petrified.
"Did you try to summon Satan and she appeared instea—?"
"I'M SO FUCKING DONE WITH YOUR CRAP, YOU—" she pushed you but grasped your uniform, a ripping sound following. "UGLY—" nothing prepared you to get attacked by her. "FAT—" she raised her palm. "WHORE!"
No way in hell you were going to back down, instead you clenched your jaw and got ready to block it and finish the fight. She never remotely attended to hit you in a somewhat public place as she was a careful witch, always brewing something in that rotten brain of hers and making sure to keep her sweet appearance on point for the public.
You blinked.
"That was insane!"
The scenery in front of you suddently changed with that one single blink and a tall blond mass of muscle just popped out of nowhere. It knocked the air out of your lungs for a moment and seeing him staring down at her with such hatred, holding her wrist high in the air made you feel immense relief, much to your own surprise.
Were you that tense before?
"Midori-chan, I didn't know you were this rotten." Kaminari appeared in your field of vision too but got ignored by the girl. Her only goal was to free herself from Bakugou's grip but he wouldn't bulge.
"Y-You got it all wrong, Bakugou-s-san!"
Everyone stood there silent, utterly disgusted with her attempt to even try to twist reality.
"Don't even fucking think about it." He warned and those words rumbled deep, threat held within.
"We heard it all, Midori." You shook in place, twisting to see Mina by the kid's side, patting his back. After being used to seeing her easy-going attitude it was only natural to be amazed by her somber tone and serious manner.
Why were you so relieved? kept creeping in your mind. Why?
He then threw her wrist out of his grasp and bared his teeth in her direction, globes so bloodshot scrutinizing her. He oozed rage and fury and was combusting in place. But he did not scream. Bakugou Katsuki did not scream for once when he started talking, instead he growled his words, each with care and clarity.
"If i ever fucking hear you talking like that to anyone ever again I will— fucking— break you." you could hear his teeth grit, the sound making you shiver both in terror and excitement. "NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE! I BETTER NOT FUCKING SEE YOU OR HEAR ABOUT YOU EVER AGAIN!" she yelped, fluttering her tears away and scurrying so fast it could've been comical.
Bakugou then spun to study you, chest raising and falling heavily. You couldn't descypher his appearance at the moment; there was the aggravation, the outrage, the burning flame in his orbs but also... Uncertainty? Guilt? Shame? It wiped off his face before you could figure it out.
"We're taking him to talk to a professor about what happened." Mina's voice faded in the distance. He nodded at Kaminari, who was behind you, and got a nod in response plus a pair of thumbs up, and with that they were gone.
He still tried to control himself, but as soon as you parted your lips to say anything at this point, he snarled into the nothingness. "THAT FUCKING BITCH—"
"Bakugou..."
"FOR HOW LONG?" he then screamed at you, malice gone but tone just as rough and loud.
"For how long what?" You said calmly while also noticing and adjusting the ripped sleeve of your uniform. He ran his palm over his face, eyeing it too.
"For how fucking long has this been going?"
"Oh, her—" there was this pressure to say it out loud, to confirm what it really was, like saying it out loud would give it weight, importance...
"Her bullshit, yeah." he didn't force it either, thankfully.
"Since we were in middle-school." you shrugged, chest and neck aching without an apparent reason. You cleared your throat.
"Stop that— Stop that fucking shit. Don't do that." He got close to you in a single step and you had to look up at him, feeling so small out of a sudden by his side. You smiled, as you taught yourself to do whenever things got tough.
"Do what?" It came out shaky, too shaky for your own taste but he was so close.
"Act like it doesn't fucking matter! Like it's no big fucking deal!" His breath fanned your face.
"I mean..." you started shrugging again but he stopped the action, palms holding your shoulders in place as he gave you a pissed off look. "It doesn't really matt—"
"YES, IT FUCKING DOES!"
His fingers held you in the spot as he inspected your features with a clenched jaw and classic furrowed brow. Flames erupted in your ribcage at his words and you couldn't even breathe anymore.
You licked your lips, not sure if you could say the next words but the fact that he focused on the action too attentively gave you the push needed. "What's it to you?"
His breath hitched, fanning over your face as he stiffened. Deep crimson waved between your own orbs and your lips—
Those flames? The flames that burned your inside? They were spreading throughout your body rapidly, the epicenter at the spot where his thumb caressed your skin at the edge of your shoulder, just touching the start of your collarbone. Even through the layer of fabric you felt it, as tiny as it was, but he did not do anything, just stood there with red tinted cheeks in daze. Much like you were.
"Thank you for saving me today, Bakugou." You whispered and he just nodded, still enthralled with your lips. At least you knew he was somewhat still there with you. Involuntarily, you bit your lower lip, just a little, smiling softly, taking the smallest step towards him; the corner of his lip turned up slightly—
"[Y/N]! Director Nezu wants to talk to you too!"
The spell was broken; you yelped into him, grabbing his shirt for support and checked your surroundings. A waving hand caught your attention; Kaminari was signaling you to go to him then froze and started running away; little did you know someone was sending him a death glare.
You cleared your throat, still warm and fuzzy from head to toe and separared from the blond that caught you in his arms. Bakugou seemed to have noticed the position too because he jerked away a step back and looked completely out of place.
Ridiculous. And hilarious, looking anywhere but you and still made no attempt to move. Neither did you, instead opting to hide a giggle.
Because you felt warm, tingly, all while he was a complete gremlin, sweet in his own personalized way, in which he cared for you, he defended you.
And you're in disbelief because how come this guy, this adorable, blushing porcupine with anger issues made you feel so soft and fragile? How did you end up in this situation and how can you stay in it forever?
"What's so fucking funny, hah?" There wasn't any bite to what could've been an aggressive wording, just hidden tenderness. He fought a smile too and had the audacity to try to act annoyed. Sadly, you had to go, so you shook your head and took a step back.
Bakugou understood, so he nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"I'll see how later, ok?" You promised and he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Now you had his ear in full view for you to see the tips reddened too. You want to melt, even coo at the sight, but you really did have to go. However, you couldn't leave without sending him a cheeky smile.
"Yeah, whatever." His jaw sinked a little in the collar of his shirt as he stomped away too.
The whole afternoon was spent talking to a counselor and to the principal himself about a problematic individual. The first year student was encouraged by your new friends to report it as they escorted him to safety and soon an internal investigation started; maybe, possibly because of you.
Why were you so relieved?
Because they listened to you. Because they believed you. Because you didn't have to prepare yourself every single morning to take verbal hits from all directions. Because you've been given a voice, unlike your old school where everything was brushed off; "It's your word against hers" and much more bullshit. No, this time was real and they proved it by listening to every single word you said.
You were dropped at your dorms just before 9 P.M. and it was too late to meet anyone at the point. But it wasn't important; the moment you landed on your bed a smile broke on your face, a few tears fell and you had the best sleep in forever.
The air changed. The aura around your class switched. Midori was clearly missing, which instantly turns a bad day into a fantastic one, but it wasn't only that. Students were called, one by one, again and again interrupting class and took hours to come back. Meanwhile the Divas in particular looked concerned, another great view to enjoy now and until the rest of time.
It was obvious why this was happening and you never felt this much peace and satisfaction. Even so, you started to feel overwhelmed because people suddently started greeting you. The people that weren't in Midori's toxic and constricted entourage.
They said your name! Without hatred! The school's goldenboy's name, Kaminari Denki, was dropped again and again too. It seems he just casually started mentioning what he witnessed the day before and you suddently felt the need to hug him tight. Gossip spread like wild fire thanks to him, after all.
Maybe you fell into a parallel universe but you couldn't bring yourself to care, you just waltzed on the hallways after the bell rang, wanting to go get some food, then hide at Mei's workshop for some recharging. Another part of you wanted to meet the explosive boy too, though.
In all honesty, it didn't matter where you ended. You were in an incredible mood.They talked to you and it was exhausting but nice!
Was this what it felt in horror movies when the demon-child with rotating head and projectile vomit was finally exorcized? Was the curse really released for good?
As you floated in the skies, high on life and what-not, you turned the corner just to run nose straight into a wall. Your brain decided to take a break for the day, it seems, and you genuinely hoped nobody saw you march head first into— It wasn't a wall, but a boy that gave you a raised brow and narrowed eyes.
"Watch where the fuck you're going, dumbass."
"Great to see you too!" you chippered, walking around him, knowing for a fact his attitude wouldn't be able to piss you off—
"What's with the idiotic expression?" Nevermind, he can go fuck himself. Yet you smiled because you're a Godsend angel and that's what winged saints do.
"Just really happy." You shrugged, walking away with ease and tried to bite a bigger smile off your face when you noticed him turning to walk with you. "What are you doing on this side of the campus?" You inquired.
"Came to walk you to lunch or whatever." Well, damn, that made you halt in surprise. He's behind you, staring out the window with disinterest but froze when he saw your dumbfounded face. "WHAT? IT WAS IN MY WAY, OK? Want me to leave? I can leave! You can fuck off—" You placated your hands and started laughing.
"No, no—" Your eyes glint. "It's really sweet of you." You said, awaiting his reaction with mischief.
He first choked on air, like one normally does, and then showed the worst allergic reaction to mere words. "SW—! THAT'S NOT— I'M NOT— YOU— I— NO—" in no time you're crackling like a deranged witch, adoring every single second of the show he was pulling. He was basically howling and your laughter actually infuriated him more.
"FUCK OFF!" Your amusement calmed down as you studied him, his puffed cheeks, red eyes avoiding you; with a few stomped steps he placed himself ahead of you but made no attempt to stand you up and go be a hermit somewhere else.
Bakugou Katsuki. Ash blond hair, broad back, pink ears... Swears like a sailor, is all bark and and all bite, except with his friends. Has a big heart...
"Something strange is happening." You find yourself saying.
"Hah?" He glances back.
"People have been acting weird." That stops him.
"They better not be fucking messin' with you—"
"No, on the contrary, they're nice to me..." you assured, voice faint as his comment repeated in your mind and your chest warmed up once again because of him.
They better not be fucking messin' with you.
"Good." He says and you can't bite your tongue.
"You're a good guy, Bakugou."
He gives you a face. "Hah? Now you fucking notice?!" But he's grinning at the end of the sentence, cocky and so full of himself and you'd lie if you said you didn't consider him incredibly handsome. Although it seems he did not get the message.
"No. I mean it for real. You really are a good guy." He grunts like he hurt himself in his own confusion, staring stupidly at you, slightly blushing. "You're gonna be such a great hero too." Mouth agape to try to answer, he just gives you plate eyes and nothing else. On the other hand you genuinely expected more explosive reactions but this seemed to have broken him for some good seconds. He stared and watched and stood there like an idiot in front of you, making you want to both bury yourself in your own embarrassment and laugh at him.
You opted to look up at the ceiling, flustered and amused, yesterday's events suddently washing over you; they never really left your thoughts but now all the feelings decided to come visit once again.
"Oi—" he better not ruin it. "Wh— The fuck you kissing my ass for?!" You breathe out, long and loud for him to understand how stupid he sounded and stalked ahead; only food could save the day he's been actively ruining and that's what you were gonna get. He followed your rushed steps with cusses and questions until he grabbed your wrist to slow your pace. "Slow down, dumbass!"
The issue was that his obnoxiously loud voice caught then attention of some students that were just minding their own business.
"Is that Bakugou Katsuki?" Earning a groan from him as if it wasn't his fault!
"—with [L/N] [Y/N]?"
"Are they holding hands?!"
"So they're really together?" You cringe in embarrassment.
"Is that a confession?!" No, no, absolutely not happening. You rush out of the scene, gut burning, the boy on your toes cursing and mumbling whatevers but you didn't reach far until he talks. At least he had the decency of stopping you at an empty spot before giving you a heart attack.
"This is when you confess— or some fucking— dumb shit like that." Even without seeing him, back turned and absolutely petrified, you heard the cocky vibration in his tone that was sprinkled with some light stuttering.
Son of a bitch. That prinkly ass cocky fuck. That absolutely handful of a sea urchin—
You checked the closest stairway, your nearest exit and pathway to your salvation but something in that attitude of his just made you shake as you covered your face and laugh.
"You're... You're the worst." You mumble in disbelief but the grin that almost broke your face got even bigger as he choked and inhaled sharply.
"Hah?! Wasn't I the fucking best a minute ago?!"
"I did not say tha—"
"Same shit!" He bites when you glanced on him through your fingers. Your skin was burning so hot it would've been mortifying if he didn't look just as rattled. The view managed to calm your nerves and spike them at the same time.
"You're the worst..." Finally uncovering your face, he takes in your grin and visibly calms his fuming yet remains just as discomposed. "—and I like you."
Still, you cover your mouth because the blond in front of you started combusting and it was glorious to watch. Hell, you felt like grabbing a snack and watching him go through all those feelings that slapped his face on repeat. First his eyes widened, the teasing from before forgotten, then his skin, already splashed with red transformed completely into the same color, so deep it in resemblance with his eyes, eyes that were reading into you intensely. He went rigid too and as time passed and passed and he did not move, the only thing left was to break him out of his misery. Yes, break him.
"This is when you say it back."
He snapped. "I— DON'T FUCKING— DON'T FUCKING MAKE ME SAY EMBARRASSING SHIT LIKE THAT!" Birds flew away in one mile radius, windows trembled, your eardrums cried for mercy and you hid your smile because even through deafening volume, Bakugou Katsuki did not deny it. A zoo totally high on crystal meth started a revolution in your insides and the feeling threatened to burst out at any moment.
This is it. This ball of emotional constipation was taking your breath away while cussing you after you confessed and all you wanted to do was to squeal... What have you become?
But you said nothing, just stared with your hand covering your mouth, taking in the boy that looked like he wanted to throw fists with you, bared teeth and all, and also simultaneously die of a stroke.
"I—" he tried, you had to give him credit because he really did try. Like a challenge, like he wasn't going to back down, he gave his best and not without looking like it killed him inside. "F—" cuss word got stuck in his throat when you couldn't help a scoff. Suddently the show comes to an end when he halts, gives you a glare and takes a deep breath. For a moment you feared he'd walk away. Oh, how wrong you were because deep down you had to know he did not back down easily.
"I like— you, too." Beautiful words came out of his mouth, looking like it physically pained him to say them. "THERE, I SAID IT! YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW?!" He howls indignantly, crossing his arms, trying to hide his clear flustered self yet it takes him one glance at you to return to his self induced stroke. "Don't fucking make that dumb fucking face—" he struggled to exist. "Don't look at me like that, dammit!"
You giggle, relieved and happy and in all honesty about to cry a tiny bit. You couldn't help it, enamored with how blissful this moment was. Bakugou stops his grunts and watches you in awe, small, minuscule grin taking over his face and he clicks his tongue, trying to fight it.
And deflects, as always.
"C'mon. Have to walk you there before you get lost or some shit like that." You breathe in and nod, even thought you were perfectly capable of walking to the cafeteria as you've done it for a year and some now.
"Okay."
"You'd be starving if it weren't for me." You snort and roll your eyes, but beam like a lovestruck idiot.
"Sure thing, dude." It instantly earns a grunt, then a pout, followed by grumbles and heavy feet by your side. You check on him, noticing his shrugged shoulders and tinted nose and you almost trip with your own legs because of it. He doesn't say anything for the longest time, which you didn't mind as you yourself needed some time to shoo away the butterflies and rainbows that floated all around in your very empty head. It wasn't until you almost reached the cafeteria that he stops you by the arm and looks away.
"You— You shouldn't call your boyfriend dude, dumbass."
Remember the butterflies? Now they're radioactive and fluttering around, crazed and disoriented.
"Says the one that calls me a dumbass, Bakugou." You relent, thankful he took the initiative to answer the question that lingered in the air throughout all the walk.
A wild flush takes over him and he refuses to turn toward you, just observing from the corner of his eyes.
"It's— It's Katsuki to you, dumbass." And he drags you inside without giving you a chance to process it. But when you do, you grin like mad and whisper just as you were manhandled through the door, preparing yourself for his explosive gargling and screaming and silently apologizing to everyone in your general proximity.
"Okay, Kacchan~"
Note: Thank you for reading and for any sweet mesages! I read each and every one of them and they make me so incredibly happy!! I would like to point out that the phone editor switches around paragraphs and it's very confusing. I edited some mistakes and for now it's good but I'm scared it wasn't fixed since I edited before too and I encounter the same problem again... If you find something off, could you please let me know? I want the reading to be enjoyable for everyone after all. Thank you again! 💕
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