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Twisted, Chapter 1 (feat. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)

A/N: Oh look! Digi’s not dead! 

This is part 1 of a multi-part series that I’m tearing out of my DM drafts and posting as an actual story. 

I’ve split it up because (1) I’m too busy to write much and (2) I feel like this is much too overdue at this rate.

Thanks so much for sticking around and hopefully I’ll see y’all again somewhere in the next month or so!

2868 words

Tags/TW: Minor Degradation, Foot Fetish

Thanks to @sooyadelicacies​ and @midnightdancingsol​ for editing and ideation

Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth.

Especially after a gruelling work day of board meetings with people you’d much rather fuck mercilessly against the conference table than listen to droning on about sales reports and popularity ratings.

Don’t forget all the tiresome discussions with your secretary over why her pencil skirt isn’t already hiked up to her waist—she claims it’s because you’re too busy fucking the models to fuck her instead, but you know it’s really because she’s trying her best to hide that she’s not wearing anything else under her skirt. You swear she’s been fucking herself at the desk while nobody’s looking, but you’ll use that knowledge to blackmail her into something much more dubious later on.

God, it’s great to be your boss.

Your office is plenty spacious— you were paying one of the highest rates in Seoul to get such a picturesque view of the Han River with the sun setting over the horizon. Bathed in the yolky glow of the setting sun, it’s like a scene straight from a movie.

You throw open the door to your office, fully expecting to wrap things up and call it a night.

Until you see her.

Her main job isn’t as a model, but she sure as hell can pull off a look. A floral print long-sleeved blouse boasts shades of cream dotted with pastel pink as the woman swings her legs back and forth. A short, electric pink skirt accentuates her long, slender legs as she sits atop your wooden desk, gazing at the skyline through the ceiling-to-floor window. It’s as if her outfit was designed to outshine the hazy pink bleeding from beyond the cloud cover.

What catches your eye most, however, is the pair of red platform heels she’s swinging so nonchalantly. Other than giving her the much-needed height boost to meet your eyes, they’ve also got the added benefit of making her feet look like a delicately wrapped present, the laces of which snake up her ankle to just below her calf where they’re tied in an elegant butterfly knot. The soft, rhythmic thump of her heel knocking against the front of your wooden desk becomes the metronome that sets the beat of the coming hours.

“Hello, Miyeon. I didn’t expect to see you here.” You playfully tease.

“Just enjoying the view,” Miyeon shoots back, brushing strands of her ashy brown hair over her shoulder. She isn't even turned to face you, yet you can tell from her tone that she’s hiding a smirk under that guise.

“Likewise.” You close the door, leaving your coat by the couch near the door. 

You loosen your collar and slide along the edge of the table, clipping your hand around Miyeon’s waist as you sit by her side, admiring the gradual roar of Seoul’s nightlife as it charges up right below your feet. Miyeon’s perfume matches her dress to a tee, with bold rosy notes that fade to accompanying undertones of musk and sandalwood. Both of you share a moment of silence, letting the moments pass by in each other’s company.

“I assume you’re not here to discuss business matters,” you say, running your hand along her waist. You rake your eyes over Miyeon’s slender figure, but you sense something off when your hand hits something cold.

Miyeon places her hand on yours, stopping just before her navel.

“Not strictly business matters,” Miyeon says as she slips out of your grip. She gets up and plops herself in your seat behind the desk. “Just, here to let off some steam after today’s photoshoot.”

“Oh, is there something on your mind?” you turn and say, admiring how casual Miyeon looks as she runs her fingers along the armrest of your chair. 

“Hmm~ Nothing too much. I know how much you tire yourself from running this company, working overtime. Every. Single. Day.”

“And?”

“You’re always too busy to come over and say hi,” Miyeon says as she pouts and lolls about in her seat. 

“Miyeon, it’s late. I need to go—” 

Miyeon interrupts you by slamming her heels onto your table with a loud bang. Your eyes snap to attention at Miyeon’s feet wrapped up in her red heels in front of you before shooting back to her. Her angelic features have you feeling like someone spiked your drink, a mesmeric allure to them that clouds your thoughts and stammers your speech.

“Go where?” she retorts, crossing her arms. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Miyeon. I swear, if you don’t get your legs off this table I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna what?” 

A devilish smile creeps its way along her lips. She’s got you right where she wants you.

“What’re you going to do to me, Daddy?”

Miyeon presses your buttons in just the right way and your animalistic instincts fly into first gear. You hastily fling yourself over to the opposite edge of the table, scooping Miyeon’s legs into your lap.

Before you can even get to unwrapping the present in front of you, Miyeon presses the tip of her heel into your chest, staining your white dress shirt with the outsole of her heel. You try to push her foot away, but wrapping your hands around her ankle is the most you manage to do as she has you pinned against the table.

“You know how feral those heels make me, baby girl?” Your breaths are heavy and stifled, but your arousal peaks with her additional pressure. You slide your hand down towards the knot keeping her straps on, but before you can undo anything Miyeon drives the tip of her heel even harder into your chest.

“Don’t be so aggressive, Daddy. I wore these heels as a present for you. It’s not nice to rip open your gifts. ” Her voice is sickly sweet, a honey-like consistency to it that contrasts heavily to the footwear dagger prepped to bore a hole through your sternum.

“Is this your tactic to —urk— keep me here?” you playfully shoot back, Miyeon comfortably shifting her body weight onto the pinpoint of her heel so you get a close-up view of her polish. 

Her pedicure makes her toes shine like tiny pearls, specks of silver dust like bits of shattered glass that  

Your eyes run under her skirt as you slowly undo the straps, watching the red fabric fall apart to give way to reddened skin underneath.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You should’ve told the stylist to get you a larger pair of shoes. I can’t keep having you scarring your delicate feet from these shoes that are just too tight,” you say, massaging away at the reddened marks on Miyeon’s feet.

“It’s the only size that fits me. The others were too big for my feet.” She wiggles her toes in your hand, the same sort of credulous innocence that made you fall for her time and time again. “I want to show my gratitude to Daddy for being so good to me, and I want Daddy to keep giving me what I want.” 

“You’re so thoughtful,” you say, letting Miyeon’s heel drop to the carpeted floor with a thud. You move to begin undoing the laces of Miyeon’s other heel, but she catches you off guard by sliding her foot past your chin such that your nose is caught right between her big and second toe. 

From scent alone, you can tell Miyeon has had a long day. Occasional hints of rose perfume find their way into your olfactory senses, but the majority is replaced by the telltale sour, leathery smell of dance practice and modelling shoots. Miyeon’s reward for your efforts today is trapping your nose 

“I'm sorry if my feet smell, Daddy. I hope they don't put you off too much."

"Oh, you hope they don't put me off? I don't think that's it, baby girl. Why don't you tell Daddy the truth.”  you say as you teasingly run a finger along the length of Miyeon’s sole, watching delightedly as she giggles at the touch.

“You shouldn’t lie to your Daddy. You wore those red heels, came all the way up to my office from the dance studio, sat on my chair and demanded that I give you a raise by scratching my beautifully varnished tabletop…” Your voice trails off as you trace your fingers over the gash in the wood left behind by her playful antics. “You walked around in them all day so they would hurt and smell. And now you’re here to ask for Daddy’s help in taking away the pain, hmmm?”

Miyeon giggles as she nods her head. "Can't say I don't enjoy getting caught red-handed, Daddy. I make them sore and stinky so Daddy's fingers can spend more time rubbing my feet and playing with my arches. And I also know that Daddy loves to take his time burying his nose between my toes to enjoy the wonderful smell."

Miyeon shows exactly what she means by shoving her foot right into your face, splaying her toes so your vision of her is obscured by her digits. The scent of her feet is unavoidably potent, flooding all your senses until all you can think of is nothing but Miyeon’s feet. You hastily slip off her other heel before tossing her shoe behind you, listening to it bouncing off the couch with a comedic boing before falling to the floor.

You grab both of Miyeon’s legs by the knees and pull her towards you, startling her. You take in a long, deep inhale of Miyeon’s feet, the sudden rush of air between her toes leaving her in a fit of laughter. Miyeon quickly composes herself as your tongue wraps its way around her toes, sliding in and out of the gaps between them. Your office fills with obscene slurps and pops, the animalistic desire to drench the entirety of Miyeon’s feet in your saliva blotting out all other thoughts of professionalism and office ethics. (Not like you even cared for them in the first place)

Miyeon’s soles have this slightly salty, ascorbic taste to them. Sucking on Miyeon’s toes is like popping one of those kid’s multivitamins in your mouth, her petite little digits are just the right size to squeeze three into your mouth in one go. The sensation of Miyeon’s toes brushing against your upper lip alongside the divine sight of a hot and flustered Miyeon is enough to have your cock straining against the fabric of your dress pants, a very obvious tent from your pent-up member.

"I love it when Daddy takes what he wants. Daddy gets so rough when he sees his little princess’s feet. But don't forget to give the rest of your little princess a bit of loving too~” 

You’re so engrossed in letting your tongue study each and every wrinkle of her soles and toes that you fail to register Miyeon’s words. At least, not until you hear squelching noises that come from somewhere else that isn’t your tongue on Miyeon’s feet. You look over to see Miyeon’s fingers quietly pistoning in and out of their owner, keeping pace with your ministrations.

"Daddy will get to every part of you in a bit. Don't you worry baby girl." Between squelches and sucks, you brazenly attempt to fit all of Miyeon’s toes in your mouth, much to the amusement of Miyeon.

“I'm surprised Daddy's so hungry today. You’re drooling everywhere, all over my toes, my feet. I hope I'm enough to satisfy your appetite." You hum to acknowledge Miyeon’s lofty ambitions, before continuing your assault. You’ve practically sucked her toes clean, strands of saliva webbing their way between her toes.

"Don't forget my arches, Daddy. They miss the way your hands feel." Miyeon groans, the sounds of your slobbering on her toes accompanied by the squelches of fingers against slick as Miyeon leans further back in her chair. 

You bring her feet out of your mouth and admire the saliva and drool coating them before deeply kissing her arches. You leave behind voids of space amidst the translucent sheen on Miyeon’s sole that catches the final fleeting moments of the sun’s ochre glory. The room dims and Miyeon’s natural radiance fills the room, beads of sweat on her forehead accompanying soft, gentle hums of pleasure as she ups the pace of her fingers diving in and out of her pussy.

"Awww, Now my little toes are the ones missing your touch. Daddy promised he'd give everything to please his little princess, right?" Miyeon wiggles her toes in your lap, playing with strands of your saliva. "Hmmm... I bet Daddy would like to see something else webbing between my toes too..."

The sun’s practically set, but your cock is miles away from achieving release. And your patience has long since worn out.

"Use your toes to unzip my pants and fucking get them on my cock already, baby girl." 

“Awww… but teasing Daddy is the fun part!” she chirps, “Daddy should promise to finish rubbing my feet before he cums. They're just so sore." Miyeon's dexterous foot hovers over the zipper of your pants, but she takes her time in finding the pull tab, stretching the one moment into millions.

"Good things come to those who wait." She teases, scrunching her toes against the massive bulge in your underwear. Your cock stiffens upon every contact of her feet against the fabric, but being so close yet so far gets you even more riled up.

"Don't tease me baby girl, feet on my cock right fucking now. You want that massage? Then be a good girl for Daddy. My pleasure comes first, always."

Miyeon begrudgingly tugs down your pants, freeing your cock from the constraints of its fabric prison as it flops out at full attention. A string of precum connects the head of your cock to your underwear, and Miyeon knows you're eager to bust a nut all over her soles. 

Maybe a little too eager.

Miyeon gently teases the head of your cock with her toes, playing with it like a joystick. The warmth of her foot coupled with the cold, slimy texture of your spit rolling down the side of her foot has you breathing unsteady, your cock twitching at every little movement she makes.

"Get my cock nice and hard baby girl. C’mon!"

"Daddy's so in a rush, he doesn't have time to play with his little princess's feet. I'll get Daddy hard for sure. But it's gonna take a while unless Daddy takes what he wants for himself." Miyeon presses her feet into the sides of your shaft, stroking at a painfully slow pace.

"I always take what I want." 

You grab her ankles and start forcefully fucking her feet at the pace you want her to go. Her feet felt fucking amazing, but you didn't like the bratty attitude that came along with them. Oh, you'd get her back for this.

"That's much better, Daddy. I like it when your hands are all over my feet." Miyeon says, releasing the tension in her arches as you wrestle her feet up to your desired speed. The sensation of her slick arches running up and down the length of your cock while Miyeon teases the head of your cock with her toes has you raring to burst all over her feet.

You groan from the pleasure, maintaining momentum to match your thrusts with the motions of Miyeon feet sliding up and down your cock. "C’mon baby girl, toes on my tip, don't make Daddy do all the work. You want Daddy's cum, work for it."

Miyeon places her toes adjacent to the tip of your cock, baring her wrinkled sole for you as her arches squeeze and tug at your shaft. Miyeon could certainly hold this position for much longer (if her weekly pilates classes were anything to go by).

But she doesn't, opting to stop stroking when you let go of her arches to adjust yourself. You groan in displeasure, swiping Miyeon’s feet off your lap as you stand up to switch on the lights.

“Daddy… Why did you stop?” Miyeon’s tone carries a fairy-like playfulness to it that, while normally funny, now irritates you to no end.

You grab the office phone and punch in an extension number.

“Daddy… come back… I was only—”

"Enough teasing baby girl. If you don't start pleasuring and putting Daddy first, maybe I'll just call someone else who can."

"No! Daddy! I'm sorry! I-I'll be good." Miyeon removes her hand from her pussy to grab hold of your wrist, her two fingers drenched in slick.

"You know… there’s a certain coworker that you always seem to be competing with at the company, I wonder how she’ll be at pleasing Daddy."

A puzzled expression falls over Miyeon’s face as she’s clearly racking her brain thinking of such a competitor. Miyeon might be on friendly terms with most of the company, but someone who shares such an intimate relationship with you that isn’t her? That’s simply impossible.

Without waiting for Miyeon’s response, you hit the call button. Not long after, the dial tone cuts to reveal a familiar voice on the other side of the line. 

"My office. Now."

[the-haikyuu-trash]

OIKAWA TOORU || happy birthday

in which oikawa got drunk and he forgot what his girlfriend looks like

word count : 749

tags : suggestive (?) , fluff , female reader , she/her pronouns, timeskip!oikawa, alcohol mentions, alcohol consumption

a/n : i have… 100 plus followers omg guys— thank u sm! (Is it because of the last post i made) i hope i get to interact with you guys more IF ONLY IK HOW TO RESPOND IN A SIDE BLOG ahhh <3 im suppose d to publish this on his birthday but i got lazy— happy birthday oikawa!

Oikawa couldn’t remember when was the last time he got really drunk but it feels like a very long time now that this time it feels like it was his first. The alcohol surging through his veins, anything from his point of view is blurry, the light of the party seems dimming and his body feels heavy with every step he takes.

Ah! Right, it’s his birthday and his highschool volleyball teammates planned to celebrate this special occasion is by dragging him to the club. It was fun, at first at least but now, there’s nothing more he wants but to go home… he swears he’s forgetting something—

“Hey baby,” a hand grabbed his arm and Oikawa suddenly jolted up awake, head is still in pain but he made an effort to look at the blurry woman in front of him. “You look like you’ve had your fun, c’mon, let’s get you home—“

“Don’t— don’t touch me.” He croaks out, prying his arm away from this unfamiliar (somehow familliar) woman in front of him, he looked away from her, looking at everything but her. “I have a girlfriend.” Oikawa prides in himself that he’s not a cheater like everybody paints him to be (absolutely loving the surprise look sent to his way when they find out they’re six years together.) and the bruenette would rather die if he lost the woman he loves with all his heart. The woman distanced herself, hand coming up to a mock defense, he turned his head to look at her and could see her red painted lips turned to a cheeky smile as she tilts her head to the side. “Oh yeah?” She mused. “What does your girlfriend looks like?”

Almost like an instinct, he reached out for his phone and opened the small device in his hand, the picture of a beautiful woman wearing silk pajamas, hair is all a mess and she’s eating messily of a cup noodle, looking innocently at the camera came to his view. God he loves this picture of his love so much that even in his drunken state a warm honest smile made it’s way to his lips.

“Here!” He boasted, pushing the phone to the woman to make her look at the lockscreen. “That’s—“ he stops, burping because of the alcohol before continuing; “that’s my girl!”

“I—“ she started, he could painstakingly make out her appearance slowly. “I told you to delete that picture, Tooru!”

Oikawa Tooru blinks. Again and again. Until his view became clearer slowly. Then it clicks, his breath knocked out of his chest to see his beautiful girlfriend wearing the dress he brought out for her, looking absolutely gorgeous and he swears this is the best birthday gift he could ever ask for.

“My baby.” He cooed, tucking back his phone in the pocket of his jeans and his hands finds her waist, pulling her close to him and immediately (Name) wraps her arm around his neck, a beaming smile sent to his way and his day suddenly ten times more special. He pressed his lips to her soft ones. “My one and only.” Another kiss to her nose. “My love of my life.” Another kiss to her jaw and (Name) couldn’t help but giggle at his affections.

Oikawa hummed, burrying his head to the crook of her neck, swaying slowly at the music with her. “I’m so happy you’re here with me.” He murmurs, wanting nothing more but to be in her arm in this moment. “I’m such a lucky man—“ he whines, feeling dramatic because of the alcohol but (Name) knows better, her man is always dramatic every single day. “you have no idea.”

“I love you too.” (Name) responds, a giddy smile om her lips and before Oikawa could even respond to her, he feels like throwing up that he pulls away, afraid staining her dress because he didn’t drank responsibly and whines. “I just wanna make out with you in the middle of the dance floor, baby.”

“I know, but how about a better idea and finish whatever plan you have for us back home?” (Name) suggested with a teasing smirk and Oikawa loves her and her ideas.

Somewhere in the corner of the club…

The three looked at eachother, Makki sent a cheeky look at the two and Matsukawa grinned.

“Oikawa’s getting it tonight—“

“Alright!” Iwaizumi slammed down his drink and point at the two with a knowing look. “How about you two get your asses out there and get a girlfriend, hm?”

[cynettic]

Hey so I just read the Laser Tag AU and maaaan, now I really want to play Splatoon smh aksksjjdjs

Anywayyy my point is: may I request more hcs but with the other boyos (Childe, Albedo, Bennett, Razor, Chongyun, Xingqiu and maybe Aether if you do him too xD)

Laser Tag ( genshin x reader )

Summary - Genshin characters playing laser tag with you their s/o.

Pairings - Reader x Childe/Bennett/Razor/Chongyun/Albedo/Scaramouche

Warnings - Mention of guns and shooting.

A/N - Added in Scaramouche- But I couldn’t think of anything for Xingqiu. I can surprisingly see the majority of the Genshin boys being good at wielding guns, even though they’d probably suck lol

Laser Tag

Childe

Childe is a beast.

Whether it’s in the terrain of his battlefield, or the streets of Liyue playing laser tag, Childe plays to win. He’s always been the competitive type, enjoying the thrill of battle, or in this case, laser tag.

He loves the game.

And of course, you just have to end up on the opposite team as him.

This game is the perfect setup for an enemies to lovers kind of vibe btw. With him shooting at your comrades and eliminating them from left to right, and you doing the same for his team. Very few people stand against him in this game, and his accuracy and sense of battle.

The two of you will spend the entirety of the game playing cat and mouse. Childe chasing after you while you simply escape his sights every time, taking down his teammates while you’re at it.

Childe isn’t as interested in winning, and once you prove to be worthy of a decent laser tag battle, he tries his best to force you to confront him.

Of course you on the other hand take his reckless behaviour to your advantage to turn the game in your favour and strike down his team. You know it’ll piss him off later when you win.

However, it Childe does manage to catch you…

The two of you will fight, that much is obvious. Dodging and attacking him, he will get very into it. Maybe a little too much, but you don’t give in, not until the very end.

Not until he’s on top of you, the two of you toppled over a bunch of hay that cushions your fall when he crashes into you. Not until he’s holding the plastic revolver against your temple, staring straight into your eyes with his signature smirk.

He might sneak a little kiss in there just to throw you off.

But in the end he will make sure he wins, or rather, he eliminates you. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t win the entirety of the game, taking you down was satisfactory enough, and he feels well accomplished and content after.

Would definitely rub it in your face.

If you brush it off as something you didn’t really try in, be prepared to be pinned against the wall and kissed until you admit that you were in fact, doing your best. And yes, he won fair and square.

Bennett

Omg this precious boy-

Bennett will try his hardest, stick by your side and shoot at any approaching target. Considering that the two of you are on the same team, he will promise to protect you.

With one problem.

No matter how well he aims, whether it is going to hit his target or not, the lazer disagrees. Rather, his terrible luck absolutely ruins it and somehow his lazer point ends up somewhere completely else.

“It changed its direction completely!”

Well… you never know, maybe it’s the gun that sends the lazers ray so far off, but considering it’s Bennett, you know it’s no coincidence.

So you end up protecting him.

Dragging him from place to place and shooting down your opponents, the two of you spend your time tripping over random large ass rocks ( with only Bennett’s terrible luck to blame ) and attacking opponents.

You make sure that Bennett is not shot, no matter what. And you give everyone else a terrible glare that basically screams that if they shoot him, they’ll face your wrath.

Nobody shoots Bennett.

By the end of the game, he’ll be grinning ear to ear. And even if he didn’t manage to eliminate anyone, he’ll boast about how his amazing dodging skills pulled him through the game. You’ll agree, lacing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him to the good Hunter to get a good meal.

Just to buy one though, the poor boy can’t cook for his life.

Razor

“Razor… very confused.”

The wolf boy has difficulty with the rules of the game, but the concept of pointing the gun at an opponent and shooting them with a lazer isn’t too hard to grasp.

You find out very quickly that Razor is actually pretty good with aim.

His hands don’t shake for one, and he is so adept to his surroundings that people struggle finding the source of their depleting health. Despite being overall confused at how to play, Razor easily becomes one of the main players taking opponents down.

As someone on his team, he makes sure to keep you by his side the entire time. He understands the elimination part, and he doesn’t want his lupical to get taken out, even if it’s a game.

He can be oddly affectionate at certain times, pushing your face against his chest as he takes out the remaining players in the field you both are in. He will carry you, and take no hesitation when pulling you out of the way, even if it’s a little too rough.

When the game ends, it might take a while to explain to the poor boy that your team won. And that it was a good thing.

Razor will begin to smile when he notices how content you are with it.

Chongyun

This man has the audacity to wield a gun while licking his ‘popsicle.’

Like goddamnit Chongyun, being good at shooting is already a flex, you don’t have to nibble at your popsicle while you’re at it.

You can’t really blame him though, it’s hot outside, and with the sun beaming down on the poor boy's head you know he can’t stand it. Especially with all the adrenaline and yells from opposing teams.

As someone on the same team as him, you take on the job of Chongyun’s personal popsicle restocker, and shooting anyone down once he gets tired. As good as the boy is at shooting, he sucks at keeping himself unknown to the other players.

So you take on the job to make sure they don’t shoot him down.

The two of you are a good team, and if it gets too hot, Chongyun might even let you have one of his popsicles. Of course you don’t have his talent of being able to shoot while having a popsicle in your mouth-

Your team will end up losing though, and even though Chongyun isn’t bothered, he will be slightly worried if you care. The two of you were obviously trying your best, and as long as you both had fun that’s all that matters to him.

But if it really bothers you that much…

He knows you feel comforted by physical contact, so he’ll hold your hand and offer a comforting smile. Tell you that you played well, and that he had fun.

That cheers you up right away.

Kiss him on the cheek please, even though he will flinch at the contact, his cheeks are flushed red and he won’t admit it. But he likes it.

Albedo

Why is it so easy to picture Albedo as a hot sexy stoic mafioso wielding a gun?

Anyways, Albedo is terribly good at wielding a gun. So good at that he only holds the plastic revolver with one hand, never missing a shot as he walks down the streets of Monstadt.

He knows the area well, so good luck trying to sneak up on him. The way his eyes so carelessly sweep the buildings, it hardly looks like he’s trying. Eliminating players with his lasers as he mindlessly strides past the fountain.

Of course, you’re against him.

Albedo isn’t really motivated to play, he’d rather be in his lab experimenting or recording down his discoveries. But he was dragged into this mess, he might as well play his part and support his team.

Albedo won’t hesitate to shoot at you and take you down.

As much as you may be important to you, he plays this game fair and square. He will take you down, or rather, he will try, because you get creative :)

He knows Monstadt well, but he can’t possibly keep his eye on all angles around him. So you’ll aim for his blind spots, throw yourself at him and tackle him to the ground. Simply eliminating him isnt satisfying enough, you need more.

So you turn this into a little game to fluster him.

Tackle him and pin him down, watch him scramble for the gun and then give him a peck on the lips. Watch as his grip loosens, and one of his hands instinctively come to nestle against your hair to pull you closer, and then you pull away.

Watching his idle confusement turn into a light blush on his cheeks is just too good, and how he grows even redder when you start laughing is even better.

Of course his team wins, not that he cares.

The minute the game ends he’s back in his office, conducting experiments. You can go interrupt him though, sneak into his office and press a kiss against his neck. He doesn’t often react or do much to it, but after your linger kiss at the game, he will pull you close and sit you on his lap. Have a proper make out session after you left him hanging with that peck earlier ;)

Scaramouche

This little man is ‘terrifying’.

It’s scary enough that whether you’re against him or on the same team as him, you keep your distance.

“Are you avoiding me Y/n?”

You play on the same team, and even if he’s your boyfriend, you know better than to stay too close when it comes to battle. He shows his cruelty, and you really weren’t looking forward to be put in the middle of that.

‘Unfortunately you didn’t have a choice-‘

Scaramouche will literally drag you, a hand looped around your waist to tug you to his side and take you along with him as he takes down opponents after opponents. He doesn’t ask for your praise, but you still give him it knowing he appreciates it. Mentally.

When he’s tired or bored, he will lean his head on your shoulder, wait there for a bit before jumping back up and shooting a random straggler on the sides. Heavens knows how the boy knows he was there, it’s like he has some sixth sense.

We don’t even want to get into his accuracy and precision, Scaramouche is born a mafioso.

At the end when your team wins, no surprise, give him a hug. Tell him he did well and even if he tries to push away, hold him tight. Even though he could easily pull your arms away if he wanted to, he’ll just pretend to give a little struggle and then give in to your warmth.

[ragingbookdragon]

I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 4

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, ALL THE ANGST Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines @starflyer-104 @justine-en @iwillstaywiththemforever @weirdgirlfromtx @edlothia-baby @soul-end @notsostraightweeb @candlestudy

Author's Note: Some of y'all didn't tag so see if that's something on your end. Enjoy the angst and cliffhanger! -Thorne

Wally didn’t come into the coffee shop for almost two whole months after their fight—not that she blamed him—she was still vaguely upset with his harsh words. But she had to admit that she’d gotten used to his warm presence every morning, and not seeing him messed her up more than she thought it would. More often than not, she found herself absentmindedly staring at the door, waiting for him to walk in with that stupid grin on his face and proceed to boast and recall whatever exciting exploits he and his friends had accomplished earlier. It hurt not to see or hear him, and she realized that Wally had become the greatest friend she’d ever had.

Barry still came in though, and if he knew who she really was, he didn’t say anything because he still acted like he always did. So, even if Wally were still angry with her, at least he’d kept his word and not said anything to anyone about her identity. Which if she were honest, tasted bitter when she thought about the price she paid for his silence—his friendship.

It was getting colder again, which meant a lot more people were coming and going from the shop, so at least she could take her mind off her feelings for at least a few hours. Until she got home, and all she was left with were them and a whole lot of silence to think about them with. Sometimes she thought about calling Wally, at least to hear his voice. Hell, even if their last words to one another were frigid, she missed the interaction. She’d give anything to hear him, even taking another round of cold snipes and trades.

She heaved a sigh and wiped down the last few tables of the evening rush, smiling politely at the people who were still sitting at tables or so across. Today had been hectic and there’d been no let up of customers until the last hour of the shift. She’d never thought they’d run out of coffee, but it came close to that a couple hours ago.

The bell above the door chimed and with her back turned to the entrance, she didn’t see who came in, but with another barista at the counter ready to take the final orders of the evening, she didn’t particularly care. All she wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed. Sleep until hell froze over. That, or until her feet stopped hurting—whichever came first. She let out a quiet laugh that made her chest ache—Wally would’ve found that absolutely hilarious and probably shot back about how if anyone had the right to complain about their feet hurting, it would be him. God, she really missed Wally.

“Melisandre,” someone called quietly, and she glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening when she saw the familiar red head behind her.

Speak and the Devil will appear.

“Wally,” she breathed, voice thick with shock, and before she could stop herself, she was throwing her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

He returned her hug in fold. “I guess I wasn’t the only one who missed this,” he quipped.

She huffed a laugh and pulled away. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t feel right when you don’t come around.” Her eyes narrowed almost sadly. “I’ve missed seeing you, Wally.”

“Same here,” he replied, then glanced at the clock above the espresso machines. “Are you almost off? I want to take you somewhere.”

Nodding, she took a look at her watch. “I get off in about ten minutes. Can you wait that long, or will you perish from boredom?”

“I think I can survive ten minutes, Melisandre,” he retorted and collapsed into one of the booths. “Hurry though, I don’t want to be late.”

She rolled her eyes and deadpanned, “Wally, I can’t speed time up. That’s not how that works.”

“Works for me.” He proudly stated.

“I wonder why?” she retorted sarcastically, then gave him a smile before wandering off to clean the last tables.

***

Despite the fact that Wally could run anywhere he wanted in less than a second, he still owned a vehicle and that was downright baffling in her opinion.

“Dick got it for me.” He suddenly said, shifting the car into drive and she blinked internally wincing at the mention of her brother.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I know you didn’t, (Y/N). But you were thinking it.”

“Uh huh,” she doubted and crossed her arms over her chest. “What am I thinking about right now?”

“Knowing you? Probably food, I know you like to ea—” he dissolved into laughter when she reached over and shoved at his side.

“No, I don’t you ass.”

“Really? Because I distinctly remember the time I took a fry off your basket and you looked at me like I’d killed your favorite dog.” (Y/N) glared at him and he pointed at her. “Yeah, that’s the look right there.”

“I don’t like sharing my food,” she said. “You should’ve known better.” Her eyes drifted to the windshield. “So, where are we going?”

“S.T.A.R. labs.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow and stared at him. “Really? S.T.A.R. labs? What’s there?”

Wally shrugged. “Wanted to show you a bit of what it’s like to be me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You mean you came to see me after all this time and the first thing we’re doing is going to a lab so you can show my what you do?”

His gaze momentarily darted to hers. “Is that a problem?”

“I dunno, I just figured we’d go eat a diner somewhere and apologize to each other.”

“Are you sorry?”

“Beg pardon?”

“Are you sorry? For all of the last three years?”

“Not particularly,” she griped, and he shrugged again.

“Then I’m not sorry for what we said to each other that night.” he let out a sigh. “But I’m willing to let it go, because I’d rather us just have a disagreement than lose what our friendship over it.” he looked at her. “What do you say?”

(Y/N) stared at him for a long moment, then she sighed and nodded. “…Yeah, I agree.”

Wally smiled. “Good.” He turned the wheel and pulled into the parking lot of the lab. “But there is food there for us, so you’ll be satiated anyways.”

“Hardy har har. Shut up, Wallace West,” she shot back, climbing out of the car. Her eyes traveled up the tall building. “Wow, this place is huge, isn’t it?”

She felt him stand next to her. “Yeah. Did you know they had to replace the glass windows a whole bunch of times because Barry and I kept shattering them when we’d run up ‘em?”

(Y/N) blinked, unsurprisingly stating, “No, I did not. But I can see that happening.”

He started towards the doors, leaving her to follow and soon they were stepping into an elevator. She watched him hit the rooftop button and she looked at him.

“If you’re showing me what you do, why are we going to the roof? Shouldn’t we be going to some laboratory inside?”

Wally chuckled. “Patience, young padawan.” He ignored her rolling eyes. “Food first.”

“Oh, dinner in the moonlight? Well, aren’t you just the romantic.” (Y/N) cocked her elbow on his shoulder and grinned. “Don’t tell me you fell in love with me all that time we spent away from each other?”

This time, he was rolling his eyes. “Hardly, (Y/N). I just figured you’d want a nice evening where you weren’t staring at your bland kitchen walls.”

She scoffed and pulled away from him. “Look, I’d paint and hang shit up but the landlord wouldn’t be happy.”

“Since when do you care about making people happy? You’re typically a ‘I’m going to make someone unhappy’ type of person.” Her eyes shifted to his and he waved a hand. “Not what you’re thinking about—I was talking about the coffee shop.”

For a moment, she didn’t say anything, then she hummed. “There’s nothing more fun than telling someone I’m going to get the manager and then do my magic little spin and cheerfully greet, ‘Hi, I’m the manager’.” She grinned. “Does wonders to see Karen’s little head explode.”

Wally chuckled and the elevator dinged. The doors split open, and they walked out onto the rooftop. Surprisingly, the roof was enclosed and lighted, giving her perfect vision and when her eyes fell on them, her heart seemed to stop in her chest, and her feet to a halt.

They stood from the table they’d been sitting at and with her heart hammering against her ribcage, she immediately spun on her heel, intent to flee back into the elevator, only to come chest to chest with Wally, who wrapped his arms around her waist—effectively keeping her in place.

Her feet were still moving on their own accord and she shoved against his chest, trying to get back to the lift. “Wally, move.”

“No, (Y/N),” he murmured, and she could feel her breath starting to come in and out in panicked spurts.

“Wally, please, I’m begging you, move.” She stared up at him and plead, “Please don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything, just please let me leave.”

His evergreen eyes were narrowed in pity, but there was a firmness that rested within that pity and he shook his head. “I can’t let you leave, (Y/N).”

“Wally, please,” she begged, arms starting to go limp against his chest, the tears flooding her vision. “Don’t make me do this.”

“You’ve gotta stop running, (Y/N).”

She couldn’t help the sob that escaped her, and she rested her cheek against his chest. “I hate you…so much.”

“I know,” he murmured.

“You’re a liar and I hate you.”

Wally sighed. “I know you do.”

(Y/N)’s face contorted in anger despite her pain. “I should’ve left the night we fought. I knew you wouldn’t be capable of keeping it from him. From any of them,” she sneered and suddenly pulled away from his grip, eyes flashing with rage.

“This wasn’t your right to tell!” she shouted at him and shoved him in the chest. Wally didn’t budge an inch and she shoved him again. “God, I was so naïve to assume you’d keep your fucking mouth shut! That’s one thing you’re not capable of doing!”

She growled and turned from him, running her hands over her face. “Three years of relative peace shot straight down the fucking drain,” she shot him a teary glower. “All because of you and your big bleeding heart for your best friend.”

Wally frowned. “I’m doing what I think is best, (Y/N).”

“Forcing me to meet them isn’t what’s best, Wally! I didn’t want to be found! I didn’t want to be associated with them again!” she snarled and in an instance her anger cooled, her shoulders drooping as she lamented, “…This wasn’t a decision you should’ve made. This was never your right to decide. For me…or for them.”

“Perhaps it wasn’t,” he agreed. “But if you weren’t going to draw the line in the sand, I was.”

(Y/N) met his gaze and held it for a long moment, then she turned her attention to the four men who were standing in front of the table, their expressions a mixture of regret, anger, and relief.

She let out a long sigh and reached up to rub at her temples. “Let me guess, I’m not allowed to leave until we’ve had our picture-perfect reunion scene?”

Wally nodded. “The elevator is sadly,” his hand shot backwards and with a sharp crackle of lightning, the light went out. “out of order.”

(Y/N) shook her head in disappointment at him then declared, “The next time I run, I’m settling in a city that has no superheroes.”

“Good plan,” he quipped. “But I don’t think there’ll be anymore running.”

She got up in his face and hissed, “Then you underestimate my feelings regarding the brothers and father before me.”

[narrators-journal]

Hello, I really like your work! and i would like to know if you can make yandere killua and yandere illumi fighting each other for the reader. The reader is a friend of Killua and is the same age as him, 18 years old.

Alright! This might be a bit iffy in parts because I never write actual confrontations, but I hope it's enjoyable! I couldn't really slip in some real yandere behavior, so I kinda implied it to keep things short lol.

Killua'd known you for a while now, about two years, from the age of 16 to now, his eighteenth birthday, and he liked you quite a bit. Because of this, the silver-haired man had begun to keep an even stricter eye on you than he had in the past. That's why you were tagging along to Killua's family home with him and Gon to let his family celebrate so that he could keep you safe and close. Besides, he'd rather you met Illumi under his watch than on the roads and by complete chance. So, Alluka was safely in a secure hotel room and you were walking up to the gates to Hades with him and Gon. "You sure you can't just do this over the phone?" You asked, your (e/c) eyes swimming with concern for him, it made his stomach flutter with butterflies. "Nah, my mom would have a fit if I didn't come home for my eighteenth birthday. But, if they try to introduce me to a 'nice girl', we run." That made you and Gon both giggle, but nod. Despite it being silly, the three of you knew it was highly likely. It would be too much to ask that Illumi and Milluki be the favored ones. Killua thought bitterly as he spotted the gates to Hades up ahead, but no. He and Illumi were something akin to the favorites out of his five siblings, the most 'loved' was Killua, he was the heir, so of course he was expected to breed and carry on the line, but Illumi was the eldest, so he too was expected to find a wife and have children. It was an awful fate that some part of Killua, deep down, felt sorry for his brother over, but it was a small portion.

With a firm shake of his head, Killua shooed the thoughts away and huffed at the doors that he now stood in front of, "We'll do our best to get out quickly," Gon chirped, giving the white-haired assassin a confident smile, which he returned, "Yeah! Real quick," he confirmed, before leading them to the testing gates and easily opening them all. "Y'know (y/n), each of those doors is supposed to be 2 tons each? and each bigger one is twice the weight of the corresponding one!" Gon boasted, bringing an astounded look to your face, "Holy shit, really?! Isn't that...128 tons though?" Gon nodded "Yep! Killua can open them all," he boasted, beaming with pride in his friend, ignoring the pink-cheeked glare Killua threw his way as they walked onto the mountain.

As to be expected, the Zoldycks had sent Gotoh, their head butler, with a car, so the trio was spared the miles of walking it took to get to the actual main house. So, instead, they spent the ride talking and joking, which helped to combat the knot of dread in Killua's stomach. Something just told him that this visit wasn't going to end well, but he couldn't say why he felt that way. When he got inside the manor, he got his answer.

It wasn't that he and Illumi were still on bad terms, he'd tentatively begun to mend fences with his eldest brother at sixteen after years of blubbering and pestering from his mother, but the way Illumi's soulless eyes locked onto you when he spotted you did not sit well with the silver-haired Zoldyck. However, his mother tackled him before he could stop his brother from approaching you and striking up a conversation. The only comfort he got was in knowing you were talking to him almost solely out of the need to be polite, you'd been warned enough about the manipulative snake to know to be wary. "you've grown so much! I barely recognize you anymore," Kikyo half squealed and half chided as if Killua could help himself growing to be Illumi's height, maybe a bit more, but the man just rolled his icy blue eyes, staying quiet to avoid his mother shrieking at him about how she was a good mother who loved him or something.

After his mother was done fussing at him, Killua returned to you, sticking close to you and Gon so he didn't lose his cool, doing so would only lengthen how long they'd have to stay. However, he also came over to interrupt Illumi's conversation with you, "Hey, (y/n), ya doing okay?" he asked, not bothering to hide his concern about his brother, which got him a pointed look from said brother, "Oh, yeah, just been chatting with your brother." you hummed, and while he could tell you were still wary, it was far less rigid as it was before. Of fucking course he'd do this bullcrap he thought, scanning over you to ensure his older sibling hadn't stuck you with a needle. Thankfully he hadn't, so that meant Illumi'd just charmed you. Disgusting.

Nonetheless, he bit back the urge to grab you and run and instead just talked to you and slowly led you away from Illumi. After that, things mellowed out for Killua and the day wasn't as much of a nightmare as he'd thought it would be, though that was mostly because he hung out with Gon and you more than his family. That wasn't to say he wasn't polite to his siblings, especially Kalluto, and nice to his parents, but he kept a distance from them. He especially kept a distance from Illumi, and he made sure you did the same so that the assassin couldn't put a needle in you or charm you anymore. However, Illumi approached him around evening, when you'd been drug off by Kikyo to 'have a chat' aka be interrogated for knowing her son so well. "I know why you avoid me nowadays," Illumi hummed in his usual bored, almost-sleepy voice as he watched the tv and acted as if he didn't notice his younger brother's evil look. "but what bugs me right now, is you keeping (y/n) away from me. You know that I need a partner, your friend is a viable option, you're just being rude to stop me from at least trying to date her." He continued, and Killua could almost taste the annoyance in his deadpan brother's aura, but all it did was put a spark of malicious joy in his soul. "First, my friends shouldn't be options for you, second, quit fucking talking about them like they're a piece of meat. (y/n) is a fucking human, not a damned broodmare for you." he pointed out in as cool of a tone as he could manage, both so no malice slips into his aura and affects Gon, who was next to him, and to further annoy Illumi. "Is it because you have a crush on her? No offense, Kill, but that won't stop me from making a move if she's available. they're very cute, and I wouldn't mind having her for myself." the dead-eyed man said coldly, staring down at the younger man.

For a moment or two after that, Killua and Illumi gave each other lethal looks, having a silent argument that was so palpable that Gon finally got up and moved, knowing better than to try and intervene or help his friend with family spats. It turned out the dark haired boy had the right idea, because almost as soon as he'd gotten up, the two went at each other like a pair of hostile dogs.

Killua was swiftly thrown to the ground by his older brother, but since he was no longer twelve, Killua's punch in response did actual damage instead of being ignored. Though he still stood no chance against him, Killua did his best to punch, kick, and bite his brother, managing to roll him over and slam his head into the floor before he retaliated with a punch to the throat. Meanwhile, Gon, Milluki, and the other siblings watched and cheered, either for Illumi or killua, encouraging them or throwing out advice for how to win the fight until Silva and Zeno finally came in and pried the two brothers apart. They ended up having to hold the two apart, because as soon as they were on their feet, Killua kicked his brother in the stomach and was nearly yanked off his feet as a result. "That is enough." Silva snapped, his voice not loud, but still firm enough to clear the wrathful red from Killua's eyes a bit and stop him from initiating another fist fight. "You two are now adults, having squabbles like this is unacceptable." he scolded, the brothers deflating in shame as they were finally released and further chewed out.

Finally, they were returned back to the social setting, and Killua was forced to put on a happy face for the rest of the night. He would've stayed pissed, maybe even attack Illumi a fifth time, but you were there, and he didn't want to worry you with the story. However, through dinner and the onslaught of gifts you and Gon helped him carry out, whenever you weren't looking or he was alone, Zeno and Silva once again would have to stop them from coming to blows before Killua finally left to go to a hotel for the night despite his mother offering his old room.

[rosesdrabbleblog]

Have a Drink With Me

Pairing: President!Wilbur x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, hate fucking, cursing, 18+ content

Note: I’ve seen the concept of this thrown around by a few different people, and I just had to write a fic for it. Tagging one of my favorite writers aka @sallysimp because Wilbur content.

Ever since you heard about the L’Manberg presidential election, you had the idea of running for president. In fact, you boasted about being the one of the few female candidates. You had nothing against Wilbur, Quackity, Schlatt, or anyone else running for president. But you knew this was something you wanted to do.

You missed the angry glances Wilbur had sent your way. To you, he seemed kind and respectful. In reality, he was pissed at the fact that another person had decided to run for president. It was bad enough with the likes of Schlatt and Quackity, but you? Someone he barely knew a thing about? He wouldn’t have that.

You were a bit shocked when he invited you over for a drink. You didn’t know him that well, so you didn’t think a drink would do any harm. So you agreed. You would meet Wilbur over at his place the night before those running for president would make their speeches.

Wilbur greeted you at his door, a smile on his face. “Glad you could make it! I’ll be serving us some whiskey, and maybe a snack?” You nodded, “sounds good. I’m good with whatever.” He gestured for you to come in, and you did so. You felt awkward to be standing in his home, having barely known the guy for a couple of weeks or so. “Nice house,” you said shly, hanging your coat on his nearby coat rack.

He chuckled from the kitchen, “thank you, I built it myself.” You could hear the sound of him grabbing wine glasses as you sat down on the couch in the front room. You stared around the room, taking it all in. Despite only knowing him for a few brief encounters, the room suited him. You couldn’t explain it other than it just....was very him.

He returned with two glasses and a bottle, a grin on his face. He Wilbur settled in next to you before pouring the whiskey into the two glasses. He raised his to toast you, which you accepted. You both took a sip after your glasses clinked, and it wasn’t even a second later when he said, “so, running for president, hmm?” You took another sip, nodding. His smile faded a bit as he continued, “now, why would you go and do that? I mean, do you even know anybody in L’Manberg?” “Does it really matter? I want to help keep this country safe, and I can do that without knowing the full story of everyone that lives here,” you said almost proudly. That earned a glare from him as he took another sip. You took a sip as well, eyes locked onto his. Despite the tense conversation, you weren’t gonna back down easily.

He chuckled, “god, you think you have a chance tomorrow? You think you can win against me, love?” You hated the way your stomach grew butterflies from his tone and words, “yes, I do think I can win against you.” Wilbur’s jaw tightened, and he set down his now empty glass. Without a second thought, he poured himself another drink. He settled back into the couch, watching you grab the bottle as well. Just to piss him off, you took a sip from the bottle itself. You wanted to laugh as you watched a look of shock come across his face. “Oh, you fucking-“ he muttered under his breath, now looking pissed. You went to grab another sip when he grabbed your arm, stopping you from doing so. “I let you into my home, I offer you a drink, and this is my repayment?” he growled, his brown eyes narrowed as he stared intensely at you. You put on a condescending smile, “and what about it?”

Wilbur set down his glass again before he reached out and grabbed your jaw, forcing the smile off of your face. “God, you piss me off, love,” he growled, “so. Fucking. Much.” Part of you wanted to slap him for being an asshole. Part of you also wanted to piss him off even more. “What are you going to do? Stop me from running for president?” you taunted, “too bad, pretty boy. I’m going to make you look like an idiot tomorrow. In front of all your friends-“

Wilbur cut you off by shoving his fingers into your mouth, causing you to gag in surprise. “I’d shut up if I were you,” he said darkly. And something about the way his fingers felt in your mouth and the intensity of his gaze made you let out a moan. His eyes widened, and he looked rather confused. They narrowed again as he let out a dark chuckle, “oh, what’s this? Don’t tell me I’m running for president against a slut.” If you weren’t thinking about how hot he was before, you certainly were now. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and wiped them onto the couch, looking at your lips intently. Without much of a warning, he dove in and kissed you roughly, his hand back up and gripping the side of your face.

Wilbur pushed against you, forcing you to lay down on the couch. You could see that he was beginning to get hard in his trousers. “Oh, did pretty boy get a hard on from that?” you taunted, rolling your hips up into his. He let out a moan at that, his hips rolling in response, “shut up.” He got his revenge by unbuckling you pants and nearly ripping them off of you. Wilbur began to tease you through your underwear, a smirk on his face. “Oh, someone’s enjoying this a little too much,” he taunted. You couldn’t even find the words to taunt him again, lost in the feeling of his long fingers against you. He soon moved your underwear away, his eyes darkening as he saw you were enjoying it. Wilbur teased only a moment more before slipping one of his long fingers into you, smirking as you moaned. “Ah look at that, she is a little whore. And so tight...” he taunted again. It wasn’t long until another finger pushed into you. You whined at the intrusion. “Oh fuck you,” you hissed. Wilbur just grinned at you, “impatient, are we?”

And just when you were about to cum, his fingers were gone. You glared up at him, angry that he edged you like that. Your glare soon went away as you watched him pull out his hard cock. Wilbur gave himself a few soft strokes, letting out a few groans. If you weren’t desperate to hate him, you would have almost thought he was cute. His cheeks were pink, and his hair and forehead were sweaty. Perhaps you did find this image attractive, just a bit.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the feel of his cock pushing against your soaking entrance, him looking at you with an eyebrow raised. You nodded, looking away in embarrassment. Wilbur scoffed, but nevertheless pushed into you slowly. You whined at the intrusion, and he let out a moan as you clenched around him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he said shakily, keeping himself from moving for a moment. After what seemed like eternity, you scoffed, “well? Are you just gonna sit there? Thought the guy running for president would at least know how to fuck someone.”

You couldn’t tell if you regretted your words or not as he pulled out before thrusting into you roughly after that. You clutched to his back, whining loudly. He smirked as he began to thrust into you again, building a rhythm as he leaned down to bite at your neck, littering it with dark bruises. Wilbur took one of his hands to grip around your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make you sob out a moan. “Look at you, absolutely giving yourself over to me,” he taunted, grinning widely, “sobbing over how good my cock feels. Such a cockslut...” Your nails dug into his back as he sped up his thrusts, the hand on your neck tightening slightly. “Wil-Wilbur...I’m gonna cum,” you panted out, already so close to coming. His grin only grew, “yeah? You gonna cum on my cock?” Wilbur yanked your chin up so you looked right into his eyes as he said, “then do it, slut. Cum on my cock.” With a few deep thrusts from him, you came with a loud moan. He groaned as you clenched around him, slowing down just for a moment. You stared at him in confusion, “why did you..?” You were sitting up just as he thrusted into you again, catching you off guard. Wilbur smirked as he said, “oh, I’m not done with you. Not yet. I’m going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” You whimpered out from overstimulation as he sped up his thrusts again. This was going to be a long night....

Wilbur brushed off his jacket as he walked up to the podium to deliver his speech. On the outside, he seemed calm and collected, giving a rather impressive speech to the audience below. But he was trying his best to hold back a maniac grin as he spoke. For you weren’t there to deliver your speech. Wilbur Soot had fucked you until you just about passed out, and had overslept due to exhaustion. In fact, you had gotten up in realization halfway through the event. Standing up on wobbly legs, you got dressed and made your way to the gathering. Wilbur had just about finished his speech when he saw you walk up, his smile fading into a look of hidden anger.

You looked like shit, eyes baggy and clothes a bit wrinkled. Nevertheless, you made your way to the podium after, delivering your speech to the crowd. You had even gotten a few claps after you had finished. The crowd, in fact, seemed to like you.

And that pissed Wilbur off even more. It was getting harder to keep his anger at bay. You walked off the podium and were dragged behind the large structure. “Oh, you little bitch,” Wilbur snarled. You smirked at him, “oh? Did your little plan fail, pretty boy? Better luck next time.” Wilbur looked frightening almost, the dark look on his face both exciting and scaring you. He chuckled darkly, “oh, you’ll get what’s coming to you, love. I promise that.”

With that, the two of you walked back to the audience, pretending the tension between the two of you was nonexistent. Despite the hatred you held for one another, you both knew the previous nights events wouldn’t be a one time thing.

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ starting prompt: “if I was your boyfriend, I’d pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad.” 

♡ pairing: tim drake (Robin YJ S2) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “if we go down then we go down together, we’ll get away with everything, we’ll show them we are better.” 

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

Tim Drake was a special one, everyone knew that. he wasn’t Dick, the happy go lucky Robin, he for sure wasn’t Jason Todd, the sarcastic and very rude Robin. he was the tactical Robin, the one who made sure everything went as planned, whether it was on a mission or when all of you decided to hangout. 

you were not apart of his plan. at all. 

when you first joined the team, you were very similar to Garfield and Bart. very playful, extremely flexible when it came to hanging out with everyone on the team which made you very likable amongst them. Tim didn’t really like it at first. 

he thought all you liked to do was have fun and play games but when he finally saw you out on the field, he was more than impressed. it was like a flip of a switch. your playful personality immediately went out the window and it was like you became a whole other person. 

the team at the moment was having a bit down time. more than usual that is. you were lying around the lair, kicking your legs up against Bart as Nightwing walked in with Robin following behind him. 

“hey guys!” you murmured through a mouthful of chips, “afternoon ( hero name ), enjoying that bag of chips?” Nightwing asked. you nodded happily as Bart reached in and ate some, “what has all of you here? you guys aren’t usually around at this time of day,” Garfield exclaimed. 

Robin sat next to you, making sure he didn’t sit too close to you. when he started developing his crush on you, he immediately sensed himself getting nervous around you so he made it his mission to remain a close yet far distance. 

“we need to talk to the team and since some of you are here, we figured it was best to break the news to you now,” you gave Tim and the rest of the boys a nervous look, “is the team breaking up? because I can’t afford to be back on the street,” you practically blurted. 

Nightwing laughed, shaking his head, “nothing like that! the city of Gotham actually wants to honor the team this weekend at a special dinner,” Nightwing said. you sighed in relief as he continued, “they want it to be a black tie event so all of you need to be dressed appropriately. Wonder Woman herself offered to buy your attire if you choose to attend,” he mentioned to you.

you perked up in excitement. 

“awesome! I’ll give her a call right now, thanking her in advanced,” you said, getting up from the couch and heading to the nearest phones. Tim sighed, watching you walk away as Nightwing gave his brother a look of confusion. 

“any of you planning on asking any of the girls as a date?” Nightwing asked off handedly. Garfield and Bart instantly perked up, eyes darting in the direction of where you went, “definitely ( hero name ),” the two boys said. 

suddenly, the air went thick as Bart, Garfield, and Tim looked at each other. a competitive stare fell on their faces as Nightwing could tell something was up, “mind telling me what all of you are thinking?” Nightwing asked them as Garfield and Bart instantly looked at each other. 

“I’m asking her out!” the two of them shouted. 

Nightwing shook his head disappointedly. he knew that this would become an issue. there wasn’t many girls on the team that could be asked out on a date so that really only left you and Cassie on terms of availability. 

“please, like she’d accept you as a date,” Bart told Garfield as Garfield immediately stood up in defensive, “you’re the one to talk!” he retorted just as loudly. 

Nightwing could tell his brother was thinking to himself. something he did often and while he wasn’t exactly the best at figuring it out, this time, he knew it had to do with the conversation at hand. every now and again, Dick could see the way Tim looked at you. some of it was eyes of admiration but more often than not, he had that lovestruck look. 

Dick could just tell that Tim was also apart of the competition in trying to ask you out. you had walked back inside to the living room but this time with Cassie at your side. you were laughing at something she said before Garfield and Bart attacked you suddenly. 

“do you want to be my date to the dinner?” they both yelled in unison. Cassie immediately started laughing as you stood in place, not knowing whether to accept or not, “uh, Garfield? I thought you seen me as a sister?” you asked, seeing Gar’s dejected face. 

last week while all of you were playing a game of cards, he had mentioned that he thought of you as a sister in passing. while he never thought that the comment would ever come back to haunt him, sure enough it did. Gar hung his head low as Bart gave you a hopeful look. 

“you serious?” you asked the redhead. Bart nodded excitedly, “yeah! we can get matching ties and dresses!” he practically boasted as he grabbed your hand, shaking it in excitement. 

you shook your head, “whatever Allen, the color we’re wearing is dark green so find a tie and I can find a color to match a dress with it,” you stated, making Bart nod in agreement. 

once you were out of earshot with Cassie, Bart fist pumped the air in excitement as he danced in place, “told you I’d get the girl!” he exclaimed happily. Tim sighed, not saying much as he tried to not make it sense that he was both jealous and disappointed. 

he had no idea that they were going to ask you out this quickly. Tim figured that maybe he could get you alone and ask you out when the time was right but now....Bart had beat him to the punch and by the looks of it, you seemed pretty interested in him too. 

Tim wasn’t one to get insecure about himself rather quickly but seeing someone he had grown to like over the course of the last few months, he felt that small bit of insecurity rise up. 

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Saturday morning at the lair was busier than usual. since Gar hadn’t acquired a date for tonight, between him and a few others, they offered to take patrol for the night. you were feeling nervous bubbles in your stomach. you had never gone on a date before and while you had never saw Bart as anything but a brother, maybe the dinner could change it. 

you ironed out the forest green dress and hung it in your designated room closet. while you were trying on a few heels Wonder Woman had bought you, you heard a knock on your door before seeing Megan walk in with a solemn look on her face. 

“hey Megan!” you exclaimed happily. she gave you a tight lipped smile, “Bart’s on the phone. he needs to tell you something,” she murmured, handing the phone over to you. 

you grabbed it, hearing the hacking cough coming from the other end of the phone. you instantly sighed knowing exactly why Bart had called you. he wasn’t going to be able to make it to the dinner. he had caught the bug that Jaime had a few days before and wasn’t able to get out of bed. 

“I told you not to hang out with him Thursday night,” you threatened, clutching your heel in your hand, “but did you listen? no you did not. now I have dress that won’t be worn because the IDIOT who had offered to be my date was irresponsible,” you exclaimed. 

Bart tried to makeup an apology but you practically waved it off, “have fun in bed you jerk!” you said before hanging up. Megan gave you a sad look, “you’re really not going tonight?” you sighed, shaking your shoulders, “you should! Wonder Girl, Robin, Blue Beetle, Nightwing, Superboy, and the rest of us are still going. you could always just tag along with one of us!” she offered. 

you thanked her silently. you figured since Wonder Woman had already bought the dress for you, you couldn’t just let it go to waste. “sure, I’ll tag with Wonder Girl tonight,” you murmured, trying not to seem disappointed. 

Megan gave you a quick hug before letting you go back to doing your makeup. Tim walked in with his suit in hand as Megan walked out of your room, “what’s going on?” he asked Nightwing. he looked to his brother, “Bart caught the bug Blue had a few days ago and can’t go to the dinner with ( your name ), he whispered. 

Tim tried not to seem happy by what he had just found out but since Bart was sick and Gar was staying for patrol, he figured his stars must’ve aligned. the dinner was going to be happening in under an hour and all he was told to do was bring his suit so all of you could head out in one car. 

“that must be upsetting for her,” Tim replied, seeing as Dick started to laugh, “some how I get the sense that you aren’t as upset as she is,” he said before walking away. 

Tim didn’t say anything as he heard Dick tell him to get dressed within the next few minutes before all of you were late. as Tim went into the bathroom, he heard you call Cassie or Megan over to your room. he wondered what you needed but figured it wasn’t his place to head over if you didn’t call for him. 

putting on the suit didn’t take as long as he thought. all he needed was help tying the tie and he went back out to the front of the lair. “she looks great, doesn’t she?” he heard Zatanna say to Megan, “I feel kinda bad for Bart. he really missed out,” she added on. 

you walked out of your room as you struggled to walk with your heels on. Garfield, Tim, and even Nightwing were a bit taken back by how you looked. you had never been so dressed up before so they were in a bit of shock as you walked out with Cassie. 

“wow,” Garfield whispered, “can I be your date tonight?” he said as you smacked him in the back of his head, “sorry Gar, you have patrol or else I would actually take you up on that,” you giggled before sitting down on the couch. 

Tim almost instantly sat next to you as he gave you a smile, “you look....fantastic,” he mentioned. you looked at the ground, not trying to get caught with a flustered expression, “thanks Rob, it means a lot coming from you,” you said, not realizing what you were actually saying. 

Dick smiled to himself as he watched the interaction. his heart warmed up at the sight of the two of you. he knew Tim took himself a bit too seriously sometimes so seeing you break that harsh exterior made him happy. Tim needed to loosen up and maybe you would be the one to do that for him. hell, Tim trusted you with his life and that was not something he said often.

after all of you arrived to the dinner and thanked everyone who coordinated the event, all of you sat down at separate tables to eat. you had asked for a two seat table since you figured that Bart was going to join you but now, you realized that you’d probably be eating alone on the balcony. 

just as you handed your jacket to the hostess, you saw Robin walking your way, “mind if I sit with you?” he asked nervously. you perked up, “of course! you sure you don’t wanna sit with Nightwing or even Blue?” you asked. Tim shook his head no, “I’d prefer if I sat with you,” he tried to say without a blush covering his face. 

he pulled your chair out, making sure you were already seated before pushing you back in. Tim sat across from you, giving you a smile before looking to the hostess who was making her way over to the two of you again. 

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the night had went relatively quickly. that semi-awkward tension between the two of you quickly disappeared as both of you got comfortable around each other. 

Robin, underneath that shell of his was a pretty funny guy. he would tell a joke that would have you crying from laughter for at least a few minutes and while the hostess that was attending the two of you had mentioned that it was getting a bit more cold and the two of you should just head in, neither you or Robin made the move to actually go inside. 

the two of you were sitting down on cushioned lawn chairs, talking about a failed mission the two of you had went on a few months ago that made Bart lose his eyebrows due to an explosion. 

“I swear, it was the funniest thing ever,” you said through giggles, “you really should have been on our team.” Tim sighed contently as he watched you run your hand through your hair, “hey, can I ask you something?” he asked suddenly. 

you nodded, a bit nervous on why he changed his mood all of a sudden, “do you have a thing with Bart?” he asked. you were taken back, not knowing that this would be the question, “uh, no? we’re just friends. I know we were supposed to be each others dates but I think he really only asked me because of his little competition with Garfield,” you murmured, “why do you ask?” 

the two of you had been leaning up against the rail of the balcony as you had taken Tim’s jacket earlier in the night and wrapped it around yourself. 

“I was wondering...if after this dinner.....you’d be interested in going out on another date with me?” 

you stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what to respond with. 

“with me? really? I never thought of Mr.Perfect asking me out on a date,” you replied, trying not to make it too awkward, “I don’t think you’re any different than I am. I’ve liked you for a while now and have been wondering if you felt the same.” 

you let out a sigh, “of course. I’d love too. I’m just not sure what you see in me is all,” you responded with. Tim grabbed your hand and held it, “you’re amazing. whether it’s on the field and kicking someone’s ass or just lounging around the lair with Gar and Bart. if I was your boyfriend, I’d pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad,” he confessed. 

you stayed silent, not knowing how to reply. you had never taken Tim as the romantic type and was not expecting that kind of confession. 

Tim leaned in and placed the smallest kiss on your lips as he put his forehead on yours after he pulled away. you smiled, putting your hand on his cheek and brushing your thumb against it, “that means I should probably tell you who I really am,” Tim murmured, taking off his domino mask. 

“I’m Tim, Tim Drake.” 

“ ( your name ).” 

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Persistent (Request)

Marvel cast x f!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst-ish, fluff

Request Description: Hellooo! Could you write a all the marvel cast men x teen! reader? Like they all go out to eat and hangout at a mall or something and when she goes in the women’s part of a store while they are all on the men’s side, some creepy dude keeps on hitting on her and like after she tries to politely decline his attempts and stuff rdj and the rest are like nuh uh this ain’t happening lol

Warnings: language, hints at smexual stuff, harassment, persistent asshole 

(A/N): this story includes anthony mackie, winston duke, sebastian stan, chris evans, robert downey jr and mark ruffalo. im sorry i didnt include alllll of the marvel dudes, but i just find it hard to cram them all into one fic :((( ALSO sorry if the ending is shitty hgssghsgsh

“You don’t have to bring me with you.”

“It’s too late, we’re bringing you.”

“But-” 

“Y/n, you are not spending your birthday alone!” 

You and Anthony were bickering like always. There was a short break in filming the next marvel movie, and while many people, including you, were planning on going home for the week, Sebastian, Anthony, Winston, Chris and Tom and arranged a ‘guys night out’, if you will. 

You were going to enjoy your birthday that day with your family, but a couple of days before your family had cancelled, because of exams and overloading work. They promised you’d celebrate some other day, but you were still bummed out.

Anyway, Anthony had somehow reluctantly made you admit that you were celebrating alone, and had decided to instead drag you with him and the guys to their ‘night out’. 

“I don’t wanna come and just be a bother to everyone,” you mumbled. Anthony sighed and looked at you. He then diverted his eyes back to the road. 

“You’re not bothering anyone, N/n.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to cancel your plans to the strip club or whatever you were gonna do!” You stressed. Anthony gasped like a TV mean girl.

“Did you really think we were gonna go to a strip club? Y/n, that’s private business, you don’t do that with your guys.” 

“Well, what then?” 

The mall, apparently. 

You and Anthony both stood with your necks craned to look at the proud and boasting sign, ‘mall of America’. He’d shut up after your question and just parked the car, leading you to stand exactly there, in front of that famous mall. 

“You’re gonna go shopping?” you looked at him. 

“Yeah, and what about it?” 

Before you could start another argument with Anthony, you heard a familiar ‘hey!’ and snapped your head in the direction of the caller. Winston, Sebastian, Chris, Robert and Mark were all gathered together, seemingly waiting for you two. 

“Hey, there you are! We were waiting for you,” Chris said with his usual big, dorky smile on his lips. Him and Anthony hugged and then he pulled back to look at you. 

“Y/n, you okay with spending your birthday with us?” 

“Whatever, man,” was all you could say, making the group burst into laughter. 

You would never admit it to Anthony, or any of the others for that matter, but it was actually a lot of fun. You went into many stores for no apparent reason. The guys bought and helped you make a Build-A-Bear, which you named Svenbjorn, and he had a little detective suit and a little bag. 

You ate at a Denny’s, where Mark unfortunately, but rather predictably, spilled maple syrup on himself. Then you looked around stores for fancy suits and clothes and gifts for their loved ones. Your mood was brightened, and the guys sure didn’t seem to be displeased that you were there. 

“Let’s go in here real quick,” Sebastian had said, and everyone walked with him into the clothing store. You hadn’t actually bought anything that day, so you decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to look around a bit.

“I’m gonna go to the women’s section,” you said, pointing to the area at the other end of the store. 

“Sure,” Robert waved you off, as him and the others crowded around a blue suit. You rolled your eyes and bounded off to the women’s area. 

Your eyes found a pretty yellow shirt hanging on a rack near the back. You quickly made your way to it, standing and admiring it, checking the fabric and the price. 

“Hey, babygirl,” a cocky voice sounded beside you. You turned your head to see a boy around your age, an ugly smirk on his lips. His words almost made you vomit the Denny’s pancakes you’d just eaten, but you shook off the feeling. 

“Uh, hey,” you mumbled, turning back to the shirt. Now you fiddled with it nervously. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone, huh?” his voice was strangely predatory, something about it just didn’t sit right with you. It made you feel alerted and uncomfortable. 

“Looking at shirts..”

“I bet you’d look good in this one,” he said. You didn’t have to look to know he’d found some sheer-ass, see through, titty exposer. You did however peep, and, yes.. You were right. 

“Look, I’m not interested,” you sighed. 

“That’s too bad, girlie, I could make you feel real good.”

You scrunched up your nose in disgust. Your fingers gave up their grasp on the shirt, deciding that it would be best to just get out of there. The sound of your boots hitting the shiny floor sounded, as you began padding away.

“Hey, wait, where are you going?” you heard him walking behind you, the action of persistence making your heartbeat speed up. You were now panicking.

“Hey! Why are you following her?” you breathed out in relief. Winston was standing not too far away, Sebastian and Anthony behind him. He had lowered his voice to sound more threatening, which you normally would laugh at, but considering the situation, you were pretty relieved he did it. 

All the three men looked pretty damn angry. You didn’t know how much of the conversation they’d heard, but obviously enough. Hearing another set of boots, you snapped your head to see Chris, Mark and Robert jogging towards the scene. You made eye contact with Chris, who furrowed his brows in confusion. 

The boy was now looking at the six angry and buff men, swallowing fearfully. He was shaking and surely starting to sweat. You smirked. Asshole. You walked over to stand between Sebastian and Chris.

“Are you okay?” they both murmured, searching your eyes worriedly. The fact that they were so protective of you made you smile a bit. Although, the thought that you needed several men with you to the mall to protect you kind of sucked.

“I’m alright,” you said. Meanwhile, Winston, Anthony and Robert were approaching the kid with disapproving looks. 

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you to respect women? Huh?”

“What’s your issue, kid? You had such a big mouth just a moment ago?”

“Don’t ever talk to any woman like that ever again, you hear me?” 

They didn’t even touch him, just the anger and seriousness in their voices and on their faces was enough to get the message into the kids head. He nodded, breath shaking. Then, he dashed off between Winston and Anthony, running out of the store, like a dog with its tail between its hind legs. 

When the other three turned back to you, they were still angry. 

“I can’t believe him! I can’t believe that asshole!” Anthony muttered, disbelief ridden in his voice. Winston had grown softer, looking down at you in concern. 

“Are you okay, N/n? He didn’t touch you, did he?” You could tell he was actually worried. 

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s okay, guys, it really wasn’t that serious,” you explained, wanting them to calm down. You couldn’t be the reason why their ‘guys night’ was ruined.

“Not that serious? Y/n, he wasn’t backing off when you told him to!” Robert seemed even angrier that you were denying the severity of the issue. You just shrugged.

“This kind of stuff happens all the time, this time I just had you guys with me,” you explained. By the looks on their faces, that wasn’t the most reassuring answer. In fact, even Chris and Sebastian and Mark (the sweetest human being ever, theoretically incapable of feeling anger) were angry now, scoffing. 

“That’s not- That’s-” Chris put his hands on his hips like an angry mom. Sebastian squeezed your shoulder, making you look at him, to see his jaw clenched. 

“Y/n, if that ever happens to you, no matter how big or small, just call us, please,” Anthony said, eyes catching yours to express how serious he was. You nodded. “I mean that shit.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you.” 

There was a moment of silence where everyone just basked in their anger, before Mark spoke up. 

“Hey, how about we just continue as planned and go watch a movie at the cinema?” 

Reluctantly, everyone started walking to the cinema. You noticed how your walking formation had changed, almost caging you in, protecting you. Although you, Mark and Winston kept a pretty solid conversation, you couldn’t help but overhear the other’s talking about how angry they still were. Of course, they had every right to. 

The night turned out alright again, as they slowly shook off their anger. The movie was great, and it created something new to talk about other than the ‘disrespectful little shit from earlier’. 

When Anthony drove you both back to the hotel you were both staying at, he had another serious conversation with you. He talked about staying safe and keeping a backup weapon and such.

He wasn’t usually serious, so you listened carefully. You were thankful that they had been there that day. So were they. And from that day on they all were a little bit more protective with you - whether it was in interviews or just in daily life - they kept you close and was always slightly suspicious of anyone talking to you. 

It meant a lot to you, and you thanked them, both for their protection, for an awesome birthday, and for one bitchin’ build-a-bear :)

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We’re all a little bit crazy (4)

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 4 trigger warnings- swearing, Mentions of suicide, mentions of fighting, mentions of abuse and mentions of blood and acts of violence 

 if that makes you uncomfy don’t read!

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chapter one here    

chapter two here  

chapter three here 

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Izuku stood staring at the shut the door with a wide eyed look. He had his assumption that shinsou was a rather chill person who wasn't afraid of anything. Making him more nervous over the last thing spoken from the lavender heads mouth

“Are you alright Midoryia?” Uraraka’s voice rang out, calling him out of his trance as he turned around and faced her once more “Uh, yeah. I’m alright..” Ochako let out a weary smile as she placed her hand on his arm and led him down to the next room, her heels clacking against the ground making it that more scary.

They got to a room that was obviously dented, the door had been hit a couple hundred times and the handle had dents on it from being gripped really damn hard..it seemed as if you hit the doorknob witha feather it would fall off

Ochako let out a deep breath and hummed “I advise you to be careful of this room, I have no doubt you’ll get hurt.. This is Katsuki Bakugou’s room..” Izuku shuddered, did OChakos voice lower just to tell him that? How dangerous really was this guy? He gave a soft nod and flipped to his file page..

F I L E 3

(Patient Name) Katsuki Bakugou (Patient #435)

(Date admitted) 7-3-18

(Patient age) 24

(Patient disorder) extreme anger issues, PTSD, Trauma, attachment issues and possessive behavior

(History/cause) He grew up relatively normal, his mother was verbally and physically abusive as a child and picked up on his mothers outrageous temper, He has a very boasting behavior and a very out there presence not wanting to be seen as weak, or incapable. He is very loud, and very angry because of his past

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide?

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm?

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

(Other).He always references others with mean nicknames such as “twinkle toes” “dunce face” “shitty hair” “half and half” and “eyebags” The others don’t seem to mind, so we haven’t tried to stop it, beware if his temper starts to rise which can happen very quickly, run away and lock the doors, he will throw one explosive fit

(Danger level) 9/10

Izuku gave one more deep breath before scanning his hand and getting himself in just like the other times, the passing inside the second was thicker than the rest, though it was heavily torn in some places not repaired at all.

Izuku opened the door with a long sigh peeking into the room, proceeding to enter and stand close to the door keeping it open, just in case he needed to make a break, he was terribly nervous to have to talk to Bakugou, he had heard about the stories of his short temper and hard hitting fists.

“Hello?” As he came to his senses and looked around the room. It was pristine. not a single thing out of place. The bed was made not a single stain on the white sheets. Not a single speck of dust on the walls, windows or fan

. In the corner there was the spikey haired blonde reading something, he looked up as Izuku was looking around and he stood up slightly angry

“what are you doing in here?”

Izuku jumed softly “Oh, Hello I-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before the book came flying at his head causing him to duck “hEY” he let out a yelp dropping the papers in his hands as Bakugo angrily spat out his threats “What the fuck are you doing in here.” His voice was loud and it made Izuku's knees wobble and not in the good way

“I’m I-Izuku a-and I’m gonna be your t-therapist-” he put his hands up as Bakugou started seething “Who the hell do you think you are to be coming into my room-” Bakugou cut himself off when he looked down and caught eyes with Y/N’s profile “Y/N” he paused before looking Izuku up and down, “You’re nothing. You’ll never be safe from us. From me, just wait. If you hurt Y/N I swear to god You fucking” His fist was raised and ready to swing, but a smaller voice rang out distracting Izuku making his head turn “Katsuki? ‘M here to see-” before it was cut off as well when a fist came flying to Izuku’s head

The person who spoke out previously let out a little yelp as Izuku tried to see who had entered, was it Uraraka? No, the voice was too feminine for that.. But he saw them hug Bakugou and give him a hit on the head that the blonde just responded to with a “tch” and watched as they turned their head to Izuku himself, who now had a bloody nose about to pass out on the floor

Izuku focused on the swaying of their h/c hair, his eyes slowly blinking not really registering what was going on anymore, he heard hushed whispers that he couldn’t decipher before he felt himself picked up and taken out of Bakugou's room.

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A/N: FNSAJKFJAK WOW WOW WOW you guys are absolutely incredible and I cannot believe how much support this series has so far.. Thank you for dealing with my slow ass writing much love to you all <3 

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[g4rous]

Sunlit memories (Garou x Reader)

tags: slight mentions of blood, no warnings really

words: 1.5 k

notes: this one is slightly longer than the two before bc I had to put in a lot of stuff here lol but anyways aa here it is finally! Tried making it a bit lighthearted <3

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Chapter three

After lazily opening your eyes, pain spread through your head. The blackness from your vision cleared away, leaving a fog in your mind and the painful sensation was the first thing you could register before you felt the cold brick wall you were leaning on.

What just happened? Trying to recall how you got in that position, your eyes trailed to the opposite wall, now realizing you didn’t even remember being in this alley in the first place.

“Yo, you’re awake.”

Looking over at a few large wooden crates, your focus now shifted to the silver-haired teen sitting on top of them. You didn’t even make out a response upon witnessing the injuries behind his torn, black shirt. The puzzle was coming together.

Last sight you remember before going unconscious were the heroes from that mini-market fighting the same person right in front of you now. For a moment you almost thought you were being delirious, yet those wounds only proved your suspicions. Was he the self-proclaimed “Hero Hunter” everyone has been wild about recently?

“So…” he looked at you with an awkward expression, “ you gonna go now or?”

Slightly flinching as you snapped back to reality, now you were left completely perplexed on what to do. On one hand the realization made you feel quite uneasy, but on the other you were safe for some reason, despite getting caught up in the ruckus from before.

“What happened to those guys earlier..?”

“Oh, their bodies are probably still lying face down right around the corner,” he grinned, “if no one found them already, that is.”

However after picking up your distraught expression that boastful tone faded in an instant.

“Hey, hey they’re not dead, jeez quit freaking out.”

You only frowned after giving him a small glare. Your head still ached, although not as strong from a few minutes ago. How long have you been out? Judging by the still-sunset sky it shouldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, much to your relief. The street was still deserted and silent as well.

“Well, thanks for saving my skin back there I guess…” you looked over at his injuries, staggering for a moment after standing up.

“However, you should definitely get those injuries checked out. I think I saw a hospital or something around here somewhere.”

A few seconds passed as he looked at you with a blank stare.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Dude you’re literally bleeding all over.”

“I said I’m fine!-“, he exclaimed only to flinch in pain. “-why are you so worried anyways? Just go home.”

“Talk about stubborn,” you thought to yourself.

Though, on second thought you do see a good reason why he shouldn’t. It’s almost as if you had forgotten that you witnessed him straight up thrash some A-classes. That and all the other questions that piled up still haven’t left your mind, but be as it may now wasn’t the time for overthinking. People must be pursuing him everywhere now, huh?

You leaned against the wall, still contemplating the situation. Water droplets from the roof were the only thing breaking the silence as you both stood there quiet. That is, until you got an idea.

“I don’t plan on talking you into it anymore…” you spoke with a tinge of nervousness, “but I do have some bandages at home. It’ll just be ten minutes until we get there, I give you them and you can leave. I don’t think sitting on those crates until you bleed out is really practical.”

The teen almost reflexively wanted to protest but not a single sentence came out. He really couldn’t think of anything that made your idea sound regrettable, and as much as he hated to admit it he wasn’t in the best shape. You on the other hand felt almost obligated to help him out. Putting aside that shocking realization from earlier, he did watch over you after you got KO’d.

After finally jumping off the crates, he shrugged and put both hands in his pockets.

“Eh, sure.”

You gave a relieved smile before taking a look at the still empty street you were both heading for. The sky turned into shades of amaranthine and bit by bit street lights began illuminating the path. The streets nearing your house weren’t as deserted as the one you woke up in, and occasionally you had to move to a more hidden route. Fortunately you’ve been greeted by your neighborhood cat soon after, indicating the destination- your safe home.

“I don’t think you told me your real name yet, if I may know? I’m y/n by the way.”

“It’s Garou,” he responded after looking around, almost hesitantly.

“So… Why were you doing that today?” you spoke as you reached out for your keys.

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Dunno, you don’t see someone beating up heroes every day.”

Taking a quick glance around your surroundings, you opened the door at last.

“You sure like answering questions with a question, huh?” you gave a tired smile, “ah, I won’t force out any answers from you I guess.”

The lights in the hallway were already open, illuminating the other rooms, some half empty. After all you still had some work to do in the house. Making your way to your room, the bag of trash next to the wall caught your attention briefly. You couldn’t remember the reason you left off in such a hurry, not even throwing it away.

“Well, come in!” you shouted from the other room, “just don’t get any blood on the carpet please.”

But much to your amusement the on-the-outside intimidating man just stood there with a blank expression ever since you stepped into the apartment. You weren’t sure was it politeness or just plain awkwardness but it made you cackle internally.

Even so, after your call he cautiously stepped out to the living room, actually being careful not to dirty the carpet as you told. The room was pleasingly decorated, and even if he didn’t know you it simply radiated with your energy. It was oddly comfortable.

And as you finally stepped out of your room with that first-aid kit, a ring on your doorbell caught you both by surprise. You almost asked yourself whether that’s a hero in front of the door, before your memory got jogged again.

“Well shit.”

You gestured an already alert and intense Garou to step away from the door, to which he only raised an eyebrow.

“Ah…” you whispered, looking over to the side, “I kinda forgot I called a friend over.”

“You remembered just now!?”

“I was knocked out!” you complained, much to his discontent.

What were you supposed to do now? You thought to yourself as your eyes trailed from the door to the teen. The doorbell rang once again as to make the atmosphere grow even more unsteady.

“Guess we have to improvise…”

“You’re joking right?”

“If she saw a beat-up guy jumping out my window I wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

He only rolled his eyes as you went to the door to finally greet your friend, adjusting your shirt along the way.

Frankly, you felt somewhat guilty for roping him in, all bloody and bruised to socialize with your rather concerned friend. Well, who wouldn’t get a little suspicious to see a strange man in their friend’s living room. To make things even more awkward he hadn’t said more than two sentences in the past hour, not that it’s surprising.

“So-,” your friend smiled, desperately trying not to glare at the man’s injuries, “- how did you two become friends?”

“Ah, it’s from that monster incident I told you about earlier,” you smiled back.

“So that’s why he’s so bruised,” she glanced over at him sympathetically, to which he only glared at you deadpan.

“Nothing special.” He spoke in a bluntly before yawning.

“Oh, how come?”

“He delivers stuff!” you exclaimed before any other thoughts came to mind, “sometimes he comes across them there too unfortunately. Poor guy.”

As if his deadpan look couldn’t get any drier.

It was crystal clear he hates being pitied, and you desperately tried not to let out a chuckle because of the ridiculous situation. Truthfully you weren’t even nervous anymore since you let out so many laughs. And your constant teasing only made him talkative since he just had to drop something even more embarrassing for payback, making the evening even more amusing. You didn’t even notice the clock struck midnight already from all the banter.

After saying farewell to your friend, you came back to your living room to see Garou already at the window.

“Looks like you really don’t wanna use the door today huh? Well, way better now than having to explain why some bloody dude jumped out my window earlier,” you grinned, to which he scoffed.

“Pfft, yeah, yeah. Don’t drag me into any more of these things though.”

“Aw, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Well, it better not happen anymore,” he rolled his eyes before flashing a small grin.

“See ya.”

You only gave your small wave before finally closing the window. The apartment was now rather serene, contrasting all the playfulness from earlier. Yet still you couldn’t help but notice that smile caught you by surprise. Nothing like that cocky smirk in battle- this was genuine.

[cats-pyjamas]

Midnight Blue (Chapter 2)

summary: the heart is among the best of poets.

words: 1683

work tags: romantic logicality, confessions, pining, hurt/comfort, platonic lamp, poetry, apologies, gift-giving, kissing, overstimulation (sort of?), guilt, angst with a happy ending, post-pof

chapter tags: n/a

notes: sorry this chapter’s a bit shorter than the first! thank you so much to @spicycreativity for beta-reading again <3 if you’d like to be added to/removed from my tag list please just lmk!

tag list: @red-imeanblue @lonelymuffin 

chapter 1 | read on ao3

Patton’s mouth is dry. 

“Logan-”

“Patton. Are you alright?”

“Huh?” He blinks several times in succession, before he glances down at the precariously- balanced tray and registers the other’s question. “Oh-! Yeah, I’m just peachy!” 

“Hm.”

Patton isn’t sure how Logan’s gaze is rendering him so utterly stupefied, but he wills for his sense to return to him soon, otherwise this could prove to be a rather painful visit.

He lets out a soft sound as Logan reclaims the tray from his grasp, and gives a lilt of his head as he retreats back into his room. Patton hastens to follow, and as he closes the door behind him he spares a glance around the room, absorbing its familiarity. The entire wall lined with bookshelves, boasting titles he can’t even begin to pronounce; the extensive computer system and monitor, that neighbours a collection of grey filing cabinets; the large office desk, its shelving decorated with sticky notes, calendars, to-do lists- Patton is the anomaly, the only thing out of place, and he wrings the sleeves of his hoodie in his hands, shifting as Logan slides the tray onto the nearby coffee table and picks up his mug. Willfully ignoring its “my science puns barely ever get a reaction!” inscription, he studies its contents, then takes an investigational sip. He seems to deem it satisfactory, as he brings the drink to his lips a second time before he finally lends Morality his attention. Patton’s heart jumps.

“It is my understanding you wished to open up a dialogue with me about the…recent happenings regarding the aftermath of Lee and Mary-Lee’s wedding.”

Patton winces, a nervous laugh bubbling in his chest as he gives a slight nod.

“I wanted to- I wanted to apologise, properly. For everything.” He halts, inspecting Logan’s expression carefully, and when he gestures for him to continue, Patton sucks in a breath. 

“I’m so sorry for not listening to you before, Logan. This whole mess we’re in is completely my fault. I let my emotions get the better of me, again, and I shut you out because I thought I knew what was best...because I’m supposed to know what’s best, when it comes to these things, but… I was wrong. It was...horrible the way I treated you. I just wanted to...let you know that I really do think you’re amazing, and I know how important everything you do for Thomas- for all of us- is. You’re the smartest person I know; I’ve always admired that about you. You always have such valuable information to add to the conversation; you’re level-headed; and you know so many things about- well, so many things, and I let my own fears get in the way of hearing what you had to say, and I just- I really, truly am sorry, Logan. I promise I’m going to try to do better.” 

Patton’s mind is still reeling, but he forces his mouth shut, figuring it best to give Logan some time to respond. The quiet seems to drag, and his hands twitch restlessly in anticipation before he shoves them into the depths of his pockets, gaze flickering around the room as he searches for something to focus on. Logan slowly lowers his mug, placing it back on the tray, and crosses his arms neatly. He seems to consider his words, and regards Patton as he does so, before he clears his throat to finally break the silence.

“...Thank you for your apology.” 

Patton straightens up slightly, and he’s quick to respond.

“It’s the least I can do,” he replies. Logan appears suddenly restless, his fingers curling into the fabric of his tie and adjusting it needlessly. Patton, sensing there’s something further, slowly leans back to brace himself against the back of the sofa and simply observes him, waiting. Logan clears his throat once more.

“...I do admit to finding these dilemmas particularly frustrating at times,” Logan continues eventually, and Patton’s head bobs encouragingly before he can stop himself. It may be difficult to hear whatever it is that the other has to say, but Logan is so slow to spare even the most minor detail about anything that could even be remotely considered sentimental that Patton will readily cling to his every syllable. And in truth, being listened to is the least Logan deserves. Logic hesitates for another moment. 

“Such issues can be…emotionally-charged as it were, so I understand that it can feel overwhelming and even invalidating when someone attempts a more factual approach that appears to disregard one’s feelings, which I can assure you was not my objective. But I was…angry at first. It can be tiresome to not be heeded when you have the best of intentions and simply wish to achieve a solution.”

Patton’s chest aches.

“However, it is my observation that you have a tendency to punish yourself harshly for your mistakes, and it is evident you have been dwelling on this for an extended period of time. It is hardly accurate to put the entirety of the blame on yourself. In addition, I would like to reassure you that I am not upset with you, in spite of my initial discontent at the situation. I know you did not harbour any ill-intent- that is simply against your nature.”

“But still-” Patton’s fists clench anxiously, and he sucks in a slow, steadying breath, sedating his instinctive rebuttal, and instead musing over his reply for a long moment. He notes Logan’s polite patience, feels his eyes on him, and he slowly lifts his gaze again, biting back the unswerving guilt that gnaws insatiably at the pit of his stomach, and swallows. “I mean, I…appreciate that Logan, I really do, but- it’s okay for you to be angry. I...treated you badly, whether I meant to or not. You don’t have to forgive me, if you’re not ready. And if you’re never ready then- that’s…o-okay too.” His eyes resign themselves to studying the carpet. “You don’t owe me anything, you know?”

“I am aware of that, yes. Our dispute was not monetarily motivated after all.” Logan purses his lips, then continues; “I have spent some time reflecting, and have decided that I would like to move forward from this…together with you, if that is agreeable to you.” 

Patton blinks, lips parting helplessly for a moment and then closing again. He can feel tears beginning to well, and Logan startles at his glassy expression, and he holds his hands up defensively, fumbling over his words.

“Are you alright, Patton? It was not my intent to-” He’s suddenly silenced by Patton thrusting his own hand out towards him, his little finger jutting out. He stares blankly at the display before turning his questioning gaze back tothe other Side, who’s puffing his chest out, pink lips pressed firmly together in determination, in contrast to the softness of rosy, freckled cheeks.

Logan swallows.

“I pinky-promise to listen to you from now on, Logan! I don’t want to fight again!”

“I believe the ‘pinky’ aspect is rather unnecessary,” Logan retorts, however, after a longing, pleading look from Patton, he lets out a short huff before briefly entwining his little finger with the other’s.

“While it is extremely unlikely that we will avoid any future disagreements, considering our contrary personalities and functions, your…sincerity is appreciated.”

He hurriedly retracts his hand again and adjusts his glasses sternly, avoiding looking at Patton’s beaming face.

“Ah, I believe I have yet to thank you for my beverage.”

“Oh, it’s no problem! I hope you find it’s high quali-tea!” 

“Yes, it’s- wait-” Logan lets out a low, exasperated groan while Patton dissolves into prideful giggles. When he finally quietens down, he glimpses Logan again through light lashes, appearing almost shy. Logan tilts his head, puzzled, and when Morality speaks again his voice is warm and subdued. 

“Thank you, Logan.”

Logan’s tongue is suddenly heavy in his mouth, and after a moment he gives a curt nod.

“Of course. It is in Thomas’ best interest for us to get along, being that we are two of his core aspects of his being.”

Something about Patton’s expression seems to toil as he smiles up at Logan, though he nods animatedly, his hands clasping together. 

“Yeah! Well, I should be on my way, and leave you to your smart guy stuff! You want me to take the tray back down to the kitchen with me?” 

Logan shakes his head, lowering himself back into his chair. 

“I shall return it later- I will see you at dinner, yes?”

“You betcha!” Before Patton revolves to head towards the door, he turns to wave eagerly. “See you later, educator!”

“Farewell, Patton.”

As the door clicks shut behind him, it’s becoming increasingly impossible for Patton to ignore the heat blossoming across his cheeks, or the irregular caper of his heart. He begins the journey back to his room, hoping that will rid him of the jittery feeling encroaching on his limbs. By the time he reaches its refuge, however, he has more questions than answers. He stares around the room aimlessly, before his gaze finally settles on his desk, with paper and pencils and poetry books strewn across its body. He worries his lip between his teeth, uncertain, before he finally approaches, sinking down into his desk chair.

And incited by the lyrics of poets, bared to him by a jumble of open pages, and the secrets of his own heart, he picks up a pen.

Midnight Blue

I had never seen eyes like stars before, 

Though perhaps they have since visited me

In dreams, just once, or twice, or maybe more,

After meeting yours so delightedly.

A galaxy, so close and yet so far,

I’ve known the warmness of its every sun,

And surrendered to its deepest power,

Though fear never informed me. I’m undone-

Undone by each glance my way; each flutter

Of my heart, so beautifully broken;

Each smile you disguise; each time you utter

A word my way I’m breathless, unspoken.

Every doubt fades, so suddenly untrue,

When I catch your gaze, bathed in midnight blue.

[tarithenurse]

Nightingale - 42

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi &/x Fem!OC Contents: Uhm...feels. Fluff. Bit of angst. Awkwardness? Mentions/reference to smut. A/N: Yeeeeaaaahh *scratches neck* so I might have a little thing atm but I don’t think I’ve got a lot of cross-readers that’ll catch me in this. Aaaaanyways: as per usual, ASK or REBLOG for tag! HUUUGE thanks to all who are reblogging already <3

Ch. 42

Kakashi wakes from the light sleep the moment Uguïsu’s hand begins to move with purpose, gently and one centimetre at a time sliding down his belly before finding his half-hard cock. Mostly, he wants to let her do as she pleases because he loves the feeling of those slender fingers wrapping around him tightly...but there’s a tension rolling off her body that he can’t ignore.

The callouses lends a sternness to the grip even though he tries to hold her wrist loosely. “Sweetie, you don’t have to -”

“But last n-”

Last night, he had brought her to the peak not once, not twice, but thrice before finally coaxing her down gently when he finally dared hope Uguïsu understood that sex – no, intimacy – could really be about feeling good. Every time she had wanted to reciprocate, he distracted her with kisses and touches. In the end, he had tended to the aftercare as she shifted from a daze directly into a peaceful slumber.

“Last night was more than I could ever have hoped for,” Kakashi whispers, his tone calling for her to meet his gaze, “thank you.”

“...thank...thank you, too.” She hesitates, dark eyes roaming his face for some clue, and he knows what’s coming. “Why don’t you want me to do...anything?”

Because I don’t want you to think you have to. “It’s not...” How do I explain? “It’s not that I don’t...but...” Oh, how he wishes someone else than Jiraya had been the one to talk with him about girls and such. “Please, believe me when I say that your touch is amazing. There’s something you need to remember...” the jōnin's got her undivided attention as he continues, “never let anyone feel like you owe them anything sexual, okay?”

He can see recognition and understanding in Uguïsu’s slow blink. “Like...when you said, I only should do anything I want to, right?”

“Haï. The fact that you let me let you cum three times...all I needed from you was to witness you enjoying it.” It’s not strictly true – he had had a raging boner throughout it all and eventually jerked off as quietly as possible while she slept – but the animalistic need neither was nor is going to blind him. “So don’t feel indebted. Except for having me run all this way when there’s a potential alternative back in Konohagakure, hmm?”

The nightingale’s pretend pout is quickly overpowered by the smile she flashes Kakashi in return at his tease. “Fine! Let’s get home so you can show me that place you were babbling about!”

Home. She calls it home.

...

The couple takes it slow that day. A cold front is pressed down from the north as they leave behind the craggy upland and follow the road, and it’s freezing the mud and little streams created by the storm and making it less tiring to walk. They have plenty of energy left by nightfall, but Kakashi prefers to ask for shelter at a farm rather than continue the journey.

“It’s not much, but it’s warm and dry,” the farmer explains as he leads them to the hayloft above the stables, “please, come eat with us as a way to compensate for the lacking lodging.”

The man might be in his mid 40ies, hair already greying around a tan and weathered face that’s boasting early crowfeet of happiness.

“Thank you,” Kakashi replies for both of the travellers.

Once seated around the low table in the main house, it makes sense why the farmer couldn’t fit the shinobis inside for the night but is able to offer food without worrying about having enough. It’s a huge family. The apparently ancient matriarch has become too old to get up and down from the floor, but thankfully any of the ten grandchildren are more than willing to bring her anything she could possibly need including wild tales about their achievements of their day.

“I almost caught a dragonfly, o bāchan,” a boy professes with a shy glance over at Kakashi.

The more-wrinkles-than-face of the old woman splits in a toothless smile. “That’s nice.”

Although the mood is somewhat subdued, the white-haired jōnin senses the mirth bubbling underneath the surface as the family becomes accustomed to the visitors. If only Uguïsu could relax a bit. Instead, she’s sitting silent as the grave except the few times the wife of the farmer tries to engage in polite chitchat – the result being a few mumbled and evasive replies that eventually dissuades their hostess from further attempts.

Kakashi is generally not a talkative type but tries to move the attention away from the blue-haired woman by answering the questions of the bolder kids. Perhaps it’s a bad idea to stay for the night after all? Uguïsu has been wary of strangers, only slowly warming up to others and trusting almost no one. While she normally puts up a good front, fooling people to think she’s at ease, tonight her discomfort is obvious to Kakashi as it warps into a protective shield against the family surrounding her.

Well...one person doesn’t seem to notice or care about the female ninja’s attempt to shirk socializing, choosing instead to meet the challenge head on. Dark-grey eyes have locked on their target despite the wobble of the gait of the owner – the youngest child has barely learned to walk, much less care about social norms, and is using the newly gained power of walking to get close enough to the stranger before throwing herself onto Uguïsu’s lap with a high-pitched giggle.

“Oh! My apologies,” the mother is quick to stammer as she sees the chubby small hands tangle with blue hair.

Both the parents and Kakashi are moving to separate them, but are stunned by a shy smile.

“She’s...cute,” the nightingale coos.

As if understanding, the little one returns the smile, showing off a single tooth before launching into a bout of unintelligible babbling as she squirms into a more comfortable position. And stays.

...

The white-haired jōnin isn’t entirely sure when it began but he notices the tune when the children are ushered off to get ready for the night. First, he thinks it’s the house creaking. Then he realizes, the grandmother is humming softly as she rocks side to side in her chair with a smile stretching the wrinkles and obscuring her eyes. She’s following a foreign melody as best as she can, a tune set by Uguïsu who still is cradling the little child. Head bent, the blue hair falling almost like a curtain around the girl who’s sleeping peacefully in the arms of the guest. A tentative fingertip traces a path down the bridge of the tiny, upturned nose, earning a puff of a sigh now and then though never enough to disturb the lullaby.

Kakashi can’t make up his mind about what part of the scene it is that takes his breath away. To him it’s as though the world has been rearranged or something inside fell into place with an inaudible click.

[taeyohonic]

stolen dances | chap. III

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: swearing

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 1300

links: prologue, chap. I, chap. II, chap. III, chap. IV, chap. V

note: lower case letters intended

“i did nothing wrong”, jungkook whines in your direction as you sip on the just creamy enough pina colada in your hands. your best friend is glowing in the tropical sun. the both of you are spread across loungers with your feet brushing against hot sand.

“you are so wrong it hurts”, you snort and look at his skin. he gets tanned so easily, you think in envy. you arrived two days ago – a long weekend made your last-minute escape possible. that and jungkook’s private jet at your disposal. you can hear taehyung and jimin arguing in the water, their bare chests pushed against each other in mocked hostility.

“cut it out”, seokjin shouts from the shore. the boys are as chaotic as every and even after all the practice juggling elementary school students daily, their boastful energy still overwhelms you. so much so that you don’t notice how jungkook gets up and moves closer to you. without asking – as if he ever does – your best friend snatches your drink.

“hey”, you complain and try to push him away. but he is too close too fast, his skin smells like summer and you can’t bring yourself to touch him. the man in question looks at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly confused by the missing repercussion. you normally fight harder for your alcohol.

“tell me what i did wrong, ____”, he orders you and presses the chilled cocktail glass against your warm arm. you flinch at the contrast – the drops of condense water too cold for your body.

with your eyes fixed on the tiniest scar high up his cheek, you answer his question.

“jungkook, you flew away… invited your friends… and not your fiancée.” you don’t know why you have to spell it out to him, but he still seems clueless.

“she has an important meeting tomorrow. there is no way she could have just packed her bags for a weekend get-away”, he sounds more like a son defending himself to his mother than a fully grown man.

“so, why didn’t you ask her? a question doesn’t hurt. and… it shows her that you care.”

jungkook shakes is head in frustration; you just won’t understand him, you are not even trying to see this from his perspective.

“but i did request that it’s added to her calendar… that’s basically asking.”

you wrinkle your forehead in confusion. wait… no, he didn’t, did he?

“jungkook, did you… did you talk to her assistant rather than her in person?”, you ask in astonishment. your friend looks at you like you’ve swallowed a jellyfish in front of him.

“i had to know her schedule, ____. it’s only logical for my secretary to call hers.”

yeah, sometimes you are glad that you’ve buried your crush under layers upon layers of repression. jungkook is a lousy fiancé.

“you… this is unbelievable... i ca-“

before you can finish your rant, there is a cold, wet body pressed against your back. you hiss in surprise, clearly not expecting taehyung to sneak up on you like that. his dripping hair is tickling your neck and you shiver at the closeness of jungkook’s friend.

taehyung begins to rub soothing circles across your bare arms, still caging your body. jungkook’s stare is fixated on your neck, a thoughtful expression on his face as he watches the wet hair brushing against your skin.

“what’s unbelievable, honey?”, he asks and inserts himself in your conversation casually. jungkook huffs at the nickname. he will regret till the end of days that he introduced you to his former bandmates and close friends during a pancake brunch.

not only that you chugged a whole jar of honey as a dare from seokjin, no, jimin ate so many pancakes that day, it made him throw up all afternoon… in jungkook’s bathroom. the things he had to see… just because he presented a new… important person to them.

“jungkook letting his assistant tell her assistant that he’s going on vacation instead of… just calling her himself”, you answer him and look at your best friend. he has the decency to look ashamed, but taehyung just chuckles in responds.

“honey, that’s how it works.”

“thank you, new best friend!”, jungkook exclaims and points at the male hidden behind you. “thank you for understanding.”

you shake your head at both of them. “you both have no clue how a relationship works.”

with some effort you escape taehyung’s hold and get up from your lounger. jungkook looks the tiniest bit wounded at your words.

“you said she has a big presentation tomorrow, right?”, you ask him, more for show than for clarification. he nods wordlessly. “so, maybe she is nervous, overworked… or i don’t know... doubting herself. maybe she wants to practice her speech… for the millionth time. maybe she is biting her nails right at this moment… and maybe… she needs someone with her – because she can’t go on a vacation.”

both former idols watch your rant with wonder in their eyes. are you crossing a line here?

“just – whatever. if you business people do relationships like a transaction, then… be my guest. but her texting you that you did something wrong? that tells me she’s hurt, jeon.”

ouch, his family name does the job and your friend flinches under your stare.

“what kind of vibe is this here?”, jimin snorts and drabs one arm around your shoulder. him and seokjin just arrived at the lounge. taehyung clicks his tongue before answering.

“well, honey just told us we will never be good enough for her”, he summarizes. “we’re just mourning all the never born children we could have had.”

you laugh at his audacity and slap the back of his head. jungkook doesn’t respond, or move for that matter. he seems deep in thoughts.

“so… my chances just got better?”, seokjin asks and some of the tension leaves the air as everybody groans.

“come on, old man, let’s make some sandwiches”, jimin says and collects the oldest still chuckling at their banter.

“take me with you!”, taehyung pleads and gets up as well, “my drink is empty, and i’m not drunk enough to reflect honey’s relationship advice.”

soon, there is just you and jungkook, him still in his own head. you sit down next to him; now regretting your harsh words. why do you have this weird masochistic reflex to insert yourself in his relationship?

“hey”, you say and bump his shoulder with your own. there is an honest smile on your lips, which jungkook reciprocates after a beat. “hey”

“i didn’t want to be mean”, you apologize, “just, forget what i’ve said. i have no idea what i’m talking about.”

you really don’t. relationships only exist as a thought in your mind; your experience is so limited, it’s laughable that you are even trying to give advice. your friend squeezes your shoulder silently. there is a long moment without spoken words, only his touch.

“please, don’t have seokjin’s kids”, jungkook says and you snort very unlady-like.

*

that night, jungkook takes is private jet and flies back to seoul. he just makes it in time to see his fiancée before her presentation. there is not even a note left for the rest of you, now without transportation. seokjin calls in a few favors. still, you don’t make it in time for your session with yoongi. his disappointment only grows when he sees the faint taint on your summer kissed skin.

damn you, jeon jungkook.

__

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[merryfortune]

You give me flowers of love

Written for 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt #39 - Pink

Ship: Nodoka/Hinata

Fandom: Healin’ Good PreCure

Word Count: 3,757

Rating: M

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

AN: title comes from Bloodflowers by The Cure and is recommended listening for this fic.

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Hanahaki, Horror, Gore, Emetophobia/Emetophilia, Angst and Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Past/Referenced Eriko/Hinata, Minor Blood

   Hinata was not the type of girl who could handle horror stories, urban legends, or anything spookier than a rom-com set against the background of a popular coffee shop. However, there was something about this creepypasta that caught her attention. Maybe she read it to prove that she wasn’t a scaredy-cat or maybe she read it because something about it was almost too real.

   It came across her Curestagram feed, screenshots reposted from another site with long form text functions rather than the optimized for photos aesthetic of Curestagram. It wasn’t late at night, quite the opposite, Hinata had just been scrolling as she was half nibbling on a banana muffin for morning tea. So she was kind of bored and not already unsettled by a vague anxiety sort of mindset so she stopped her scroll to read this totally true story from a friend of a friend that had happened upon her timeline.

   The story involved a sickness. A lovesickness, hooking Hinata immediately since she was a hopeless romantic and leaving her vulnerable to what was hiding down below a few paragraphs after and Hinata realised she was reading a surreal medical horror story.

   Supposedly, some girl from a high school in the next town over had been hospitalized due to damage to her stomach and esophagus but ultimately culminated in her passing away from brain damage due to suffocation. The suffocation that was the outcome of the damage she had taken to her stomach and esophagus had, supposedly, been caused by the growing of flowers inside of her. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They were baffled by the impossibility of it. Yet where they failed to posit theories at all, their patient had her own she desperately desired to reveal. 

   The nameless girl, as weak as she was in her final moments of speech and cognition, was certain with the most crystal clear clarity that she could muster said that reason for the flowers growing inside of her was due to a crush that she had been fostering for quite some time. A crush that was so powerful and deep that it had manifested as literal and impossible distress in the form of tiger lily flowers. Though her claims were dismissed as nonsense, despite the very given evidence that she had been vomiting exotic flowers, except by the narrator who was sharing her story online on her behalf.

   Hinata got to the bottom line of the final screenshot and she dropped her phone on the table. She shivered and flinched as her phone clattered. Nyatoran looked up, alarmed, from the milk that he had been sipping.

   “Heh? Are you okay Hinata?” he asked.

   “Y-Yeah, I just lost my grip.” Hinata replied. It wasn’t a lie.

   “Really? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Nyatoran pointed out.

   Hinata made an expression that was both guilty and embarrassed, “Er, sort of… I read a ghost story online and I haven’t the stomach for them.”

   “Oh, well, no worries then. I’ll keep ya safe from all the ghoulies then.” Nyatoran boasted.

   Hinata laughed, “Thanks, Nyatoran.” she replied.

   And that was more or less enough to keep her mind off what she had read for the rest of the day as she did her Sunday homework and such. At least until well after lights out. 

   Hinata cursed herself. She knew endless walls of text in screenshots never bore good news but it was under her skin now. It wasn’t even that scary, she tried to convince herself. It just so happened to play off something she had been thinking about in ways that cut deep and yes, even scary. 

   Hinata had a crush of her own. One she didn’t think she ought to act on. Or didn’t know how to act on. 

   Hinata had a crush on Nodoka. She was sweet and gentle yet so motivated. Hinata felt like she learned something new about either herself or Nodoka after every time they hung out. Things never felt old between them despite how natural their companionship was between them.

   Catching feelings for Nodoka was inevitable, Hinata felt regarding their dynamic as close friends and their friendship was relatively intense due to their bond as comrades being Pretty Cures but that made Hinata sick to her stomach with fear. This wasn’t her first crush that she had on another girl. 

   In the not so recent past, Hinata had been wrong reading other girls’ opinions and feelings regarding her before. She and Eriko had been so close, childhood friends with a pact that seemed fit to stand the test of time when they had made it, and Hinata didn’t think it was a coincidence that already scarce contact between them after Eriko moved was when Hinata had confessed her feelings to Eriko. 

   The rejection had been crushing and Hinata had never told a soul about it. The wound was older now but it still hurt so, as lovely as Nodoka was, Hinata didn’t want to gamble their friendship due to that prior rejection. Yet her feelings crackled like electricity near a lightning rod whenever she was around Nodoka anyway. She could only hope that Nodoka was oblivious since she was so inexperienced socially due to her childhood spent mostly in the hospital.

    (And that Chiyu never brought up the blatantly obvious which she would hopefully never do since she knew there was a place and a time and it wasn’t her place).

   Thus, for all these different and entangling reasons, that horror story Hinata had read this morning really resonated. The thought of her unrequited feelings becoming literal, even in the form of pretty and seemingly harmless flowers, and suffocating. It was a very real fear to Hinata despite that fantastical execution that it was captured inside.

   All because she was a magical girl infused with the power of light and thunder. She fought villains who caused infections in nature and created monsters. To her, it didn’t seem too far outside of her sphere of tried and true reality that such a floral disease of the body could exist. Heck, maybe it did exist and was tied to the war that she and her friends were fighting in secret on behalf of the Healing Animals. It was entirely possible this flower vomit disease was another agent or power of the Byougens. 

   Hinata groaned and the more she scolded herself for thinking about these horrible possibilities, the more she thought about them. She tossed and turned all night, in the dark and under the covers of her doona. She knew Nyatoran would live up to his boasting over morning tea if she asked but he was totally conked out in his little room. Hinata couldn’t bring herself to wake him, to unnecessarily burden him, so she just hid from her fears as best as she could in her blankets.

   The following morning, Hinata was a wreck. She had bags under her eyes and was generally a drag. She hasn’t slept a wink last night but just like she was hiding from the horror story in her head, she decided to hide from the aftermath too. She touched up her eyes with concealer and finished off her make-up with a nice little kiss of lip balm, too. She chose a nice tropical flavour: pineapple with vanilla undertones and wore nude in practice. With that, she was ready for what was no doubt going to be a long, long day of school.

   A prediction that she was very right in having. Just making it to lunch felt like an eternity and a half on low energy. Worst still, despite the precautions that Hinata had taken, both Chiyu and Nodoka had noticed that she wasn’t exactly her bouncy self today. Even with her favourite lunch box in her lap with fried chicken and a fruit drink, too.

   “Are you okay, Hinata?” Nodoka asked and she batted her long eyelashes in concern.

   Hinata knew she couldn’t lie or deflect around Nodoka, at least for the most part, and deflated, “No…” she moaned. “I slept awfully last night.”

   “I expect that it wasn’t due to over studying?” Chiyu asked, sniping. 

   “No, I just. Couldn’t sleep.” Hinata shrugged.

   “Well, be sure to put yourself early to bed tonight then. There’s nothing worse than being tired.” Nodoka said.

   “Will do.” Hinata sighed.

   “Also?” Nodoka prompted her.

   “Yeah?” Hinata glanced at Nodoka was she tried a spoonful of rice from her side dishes.

   “Your lip balm has a very strong smell today, I can smell it from here.” Nodoka laughed.

   “Oh, joy…” Hinata hung her head in misery. She didn’t think it was so pungent in the tube.

   “I didn’t mean that in a mean way.” Nodoka panicked whilst Chiyu had a discrete giggle at Hinata’s misfortune. “I really like it. I think it smells nice. Like cherries. I love the smell of cherries best.”

   “Huh?” Hinata mumbled and she stared straight at Nodoka in confusion.

   Nodoka stared back. Also in confusion. “Is something the matter?”

   “Er, no,” Hinata awkwardly began and she forced herself to laugh and she flapped a hand about too to disguise her weirdness, “I must have been so tired this morning that I though I used one lip balm and instead used another.”

   “That is a little odd…” Chiyu murmured.

   But Nodoka seemed to buy it, she gasped, “Fwow, you must have been really tired this morning to make such a mistake. Promise me to get a good night’s rest tonight then.” Nodoka fussed for her.

   “I promise, I promise.” Hinata replied.

   Just as Hinata spoke, the end of lunch bell rang. She moaned with the utmost misery as she hadn’t finished her lunch even slightly and roused much sympathy from both Nodoka and Chiyu. So, Hinata crammed what she could into her mouth and swallowed before returning with her friends indoors to their classroom.

   She plopped down in her chair and desk, her stomach growling almost immediately. Were it not for the teacher at the front of the classroom, Hinata would have flopped down and keeled over right there and then. She would have killed for a nap. Not even a luxurious nanna nap at this point, she would take a horrid power nap. Anything would have been better than nothing. Instead, the best she could muster was some daydreaming whilst scribbling in her work book so she could at least pretend to be paying attention.

   Her mind strayed to Nodoka. She couldn’t help it. A silly little pining schoolgirl was exactly what she was after all. She doodled Nodoka’s name in her margins, surrounded with love-hearts, paw prints, and even flowers. It was a little bit childish but Hinata was a lot childish so she didn’t mind, she was more or less on cloud nine since Nodoka had shown her care for her over lunch, fussing for her like that.

   It was such a small act but it was more than enough to launch Hinata’s heart in a million miles an hour race. So much so, she began to taste something at the back of her throat. It was a sweet taste accompanied by a fizzy sensation. Hinata liked it and it seemed to get stronger the more she daydreamed about Nodoka. Even though it was the middle of class, Hinata was letting her mind completely run away from the contents of what the teacher was attempting to educate on them.

   Finally, after what felt like a day of self torment because of reading some stupid horror story about puking flowers, Hinata felt free of that gnawing anxiety. But just as she revelled in this, her stomach wretched. She dry gagged with the searing taste of bile at the back of her throat and her hand automatically clamped over her mouth, pen and all. The prior anxiety might have dissipated but a new one had spiked in its place.

   Hinata frowned. Was it because she hadn’t eaten all her lunch that she suddenly felt nauseous? Or was it something else? She begged that it wasn’t her period, she was still quite irregular so this felt off or early to her.

   Then she gagged again. She swallowed it back down. Hard. Whatever she swallowed was thick and sweet. It wasn’t vomit, Hinata had the startling realisation. She tried hard to keep it down but she failed. She vomited into her hand, or at least something similar. The motions were awful, worse than anything else she had ever had to eject from her body orally before.

   Hinata felt sick to the very bottom of her stomach. Her hands shook as she slowly removed the one over her mouth and… and she couldn’t believe her eyes. They widened in shock as she saw the head of a flower in the palm of her hand. It was a cherry blossom, she realised. The pale pink petals were frayed at the edges, burnt by stomach acid and wet with her saliva; the anthers of its centre drooped and dragged, splayed across the petals. Her skin crawled as she marveled at the insane gravity of the situation. She quickly paled.

   And the teacher noticed, “Hiramitsu, are you okay?” he asked from in front of the chalkboard, looking up concerned from the book he was reciting from.

   “I-I, um, I need to go. To the nurse.” Hinata eked out her words with strained difficulty.

   Her stomach flipped and she could feel another one coming up. It slithered up her throat and she hated the slow, dreadful sensation of it, the way it made her mouth taste of bile and cherries in horrible combination. Hinata bolted to her feet, afraid, alarming the whole class. She hid her mouth behind her hand again, holding tight that first flower that she had vomited.

   “I need to go.” Hinata mumbled and she fled.

   The feeling of her classmates' eyes on her felt like broken glass digging. She knew, deep down, they didn’t mean harm but their gazes only served to amplify the terror she felt as she fled. She was fast at first, escaping from the classroom but her stomach lurched and she vomited another flower and then again but two at once this time.

   Hinata stopped in the hallway, she had to rest her shoulder against the wall just to stand as she looked down into the palm of her hand. The flowers were accumulating against her skin, wet and heavy, and accelerating in pace of production. Already she felt another lurch and this one was dire, Hinata didn’t think she would be so lucky to only vomit one or two this next time.

   She had to get to the sick bay. She wasn’t sure what she would do there but anything had to be better than nothing, so she hobbled on in immense pain. By nothing less than a miracle, Hinata managed to get to the nurse’s suite without collapsing. Or with leaving too many flowers in her meagre wake.

   The school nurse panicked almost immediately when she saw Hinata in this state. Hinata sputtered out a thank you whilst she was put to bed. Hinata curled up under the sheets, her stomach lurching and mangled petals dripped out of her mouth. She had to hide her ailment from the nurse. She just had to. She didn’t know how to explain it or anything else pertaining to it but fortunately, the nurse bought her some time by going to use administration’s phone to let her father know that Hinata was in immediate medical distress.

   Hinata held her scrawny belly with one hand and her mouth the other. No matter how hard she tried, these flowers kept dredging up from inside of her and it was worsening. There was distention building inside of her, it was as if she could feel the bushels of cherry blossom flowers forming inside of her and something else too. It was raw and firm and poking up through her like a stick. Hinata moaned in utter agony as she tasted not just sweetness and bile in her mouth, but the cutting, metallic taste of blood too.

   She whimpered as she tried to swallow it down. Attempting so, just made the nicks and cuts to her throat worsen and the petals to clog. Her lungs ached sharply as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes squeezed tight and she begged every deity she could think of for a saviour.

   The door to the sick bay opened again. Hinata murmured to herself and the curtain was pulled aside, “Hinata?” a sweet voice greeted her.

   “Huh?” Hinata slurred.

   She rolled over, still holding herself but even a simple and slow motion like that was enough to rouse her illness violently. Her grimace was deep on her face as she tried to look at Nodoka, even feebly.

   “A-Are you okay, Hinata?” she asked. “I couldn’t sit by and worry when I saw you ill you were, what’s wrong?”

   Hinata opened her mouth. Mostly to reply, but that’s not what happened. She threw up in front of Nodoka and Nodoka couldn’t believe her eyes. Hinata was throwing up bushels upon bushels of flowers. Cherry blossoms. Nodoka blinked. She couldn’t believe the sights - or the smell. The smell was disconcerting with how almost pleasantly fragrant it was, heightening Nodoka’s realisation that this wasn’t Hinata pulling pranks.

   “H-How on Earth did this happen…?” Nodoka asked.

   She was horrified yet found herself unable to resist the impulse. She picked a blossom out of the pile that Hinata had vomited up. It was soft in her hand, even if it was grotesquely wet.

   “I - I don’t-” Hinata tried to speak but she cut herself off when she felt something jut out of her mouth. An entire branch of cherry blossoms began to spike out of her mouth.

   Her eyes began to roll back on themselves as Nodoka watched, in abject and frozen horror, as Hinata contended with this stick inside of her. It emerged slowly from the depths of her throat and made her chest convulse. Her fingers spasmed as she choked around it, flowers blooming along the thin and coarse branch.

   “H-Help me.” Hinata sputtered out.

   Nodoka nodded. She was scared, her heart was pounding, but she was first and foremost a helper of most empathetic ends. She had been on the receiving end of a strange and bizarre illness that had rendered most her childhood for naught. She couldn’t just let Hinata struggle. Suffocate.

   So, she got onto the bed with Hinata. She straddled her so she could best approach the foreign object inside of Hinata. She focused her eyes and was as ready as she could ever be for an amateur operation quite like this one. Nodoka reached out and pinched the end of the branch delicately. It was entirely unsafe, Nodoka knew that, but she began to pull. She peered into Hinata’s pink mouth was clogged with twigs and petals, and tried her best to dislodge what she could.

   Hinata gagged. Tears in her eyes and she plead, silently and afraid, that Nodoka could handle this. Nodoka’s hands shook but she did, in fact, manage. She tried her hardest and she did succeed even if it felt pyrrhic as Hinata screamed out as the last, and thickest, part of the cherry blossom branch was removed. 

   Nodoka flinched hearing the scream, dropping the cherry blossom branch between them. Hinata spat out blood and petals but the cherry blossom branch had been removed. She caressed her neck and it was raw with what it had been through. Her touches did little to soothe or quell her pain, she looked up at Nodoka with pathetic, red rimmed eyes.

   “What was that?” Nodoka asked, her heart quaking. “How could any of this be possibly real?”

   “I - I don’t know.” Hinata mumbled but that was a lie. She choked on her words all the same as she had choked on those cherry blossoms. Her hands squeezed tight. “No. I’m sorry. I do know.”

   “Pardon?” Nodoka quietly exclaimed.

   “There’s a very rare disease,” Hinata began, hasty, “that causes flowers to grow inside of someone suffering with a crush that they just can’t handle.”

   “That’s horrible…” Nodoka murmured.

   It was now or never, Hinata realised. Or she was going to end up exactly like the girl from the story that she had read yesterday. She knew it. She just knew it.

   “Nodoka, it’s you.” Hinata confessed, half a sob in her voice. “I’m crushing on you.”

   Nodoka was stunned by Hinata’s admission. 

   Hinata panted, her face was going bright red whilst her heart pounded like a hammer at her rib cage. She couldn’t believe it. She had done it. But it felt like a weight off, she had to admit, she didn’t realise her crush had been such a burden until right now. She felt herself lighten with the confession, from the very pit of her stomach, upwards and outwards.

   Nodoka averted her gaze and Hinata was reminded once more why a crush was called a crush. That borderline feel good feeling from before popped. Burst. Nodoka played with her hair, fidgeting, and then managed to speak in a very calm and very quiet voice.

   “I have a crush on you, too, Hinata.” Nodoka replied. “I admire so much how you sparkle and shine. It’s very refreshing to be around. I like you too. A lot.”

   Nodoka reached out to Hinata’s hand and held it. She was so warm and she was still trembling but Nodoka’s caress of it did soothe her. Hinata hazarded a smile, like she couldn’t believe her ears, through her scarlet expression. Nodoka leaned in and kissed Hinata.

   Hinata was unable to kiss back, afraid of her own breath but Nodoka didn’t mind. It was pungent with cherry blossoms and wet but she found the kiss sufficiently sweet, kissing Hinata’s soft, balmy lips. They were tinged with pineapple and vanilla beneath that overwhelming sensation of cherry blossoms.

   “Thank you, Nodoka…” Hinata murmured and somehow, she didn’t know or understand how but she wasn’t going to complain, she was cured, prettily, of her affliction. 

   The cherry blossom flowers on the bed or in her gut, disappeared. All with seemingly little aplomb. Even the branch that had to have been removed from her throat, all with a soft, fizzling noise that Hinata could hardly hear over the sound of her pounding heart. She still had the cuts and scrapes, but she was no longer growing flowers inside of her stomach. Hinata was cured and Nodoka was her blessed, angelic cure.

[judediangelo75]

Kiss the Girl, Winger

Inspiration strikes yet again, thanks to Disney! Lol, if you don’t know “Kiss the Girl”, allow me to help.

-Disney movie version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrRbB-qUJfY

-Ashley Tisdale version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68-xSRHgxy0

I’m literally winging this so bear with me.

MC friend: David Willows ( @that-scouse-wizard ) (David is basically Judith’s best friend at this point, expect to see him OFTEN lol)

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Talbott has no bloody idea how he got dragged into this situation.

But yet here he was.

Sitting with David and Diego on the Training Grounds. He was originally hanging out with David, training.

Judith and David had taken upon themselves to train their partners, especially since they were the main ones going into a dangerous profession. 

Diego came to do some training himself and now they were taking a “break”.

By “break”, Talbott means talking about relationships and such. Talbott did his best not to look too uncomfortable, but it wasn’t working. 

“I take that your relationships are going well,” Diego asked with an easygoing smile. Diego was too much of a “go with the flow” type of guy. Talbott can’t see him settling down with any one any time soon.

“Of course! I’m with the Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts, what more can a lad ask for,” David chuckled. Diego turned his gaze to Talbott, waiting for a response.

Talbott gave a simple nod.

“You sure there’s no lass that’s caught your eye, Caplan,” David asked. Diego let out a boasting laugh.

“Afraid not, friend. Diego Caplan isn’t so easy to be tied down. It’s fun to flirt and kiss any beautiful witch I want with no strings attached. Sample every flavor there is,” Diego smirked. David rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say, Diego. Being intimate with single person is pretty damn special in my opinion. There’s something indescribable whenever I kiss Mer. Doesn’t help she tastes sweet too. C’mon Talbott back me up here,” David argued. 

Talbott felt his face flush out of embarrassment and looked away. David and Diego glanced at each other before looking toward the silent Ravenclaw.

“Tal, you good there mate,” David asked. Diego tried to lighten the mood.

“Surely Judith isn’t a bad kisser, is she?” David sent a small glare at the Hufflepuff duelist.

Talbott mumbled something under his breath.

“Come again, friend,” Diego said. Talbott fidgeted before sighing.

“I never kissed Judith before.”

Silence.

“How?!” David and Diego exclaimed. 

“You two have been together for quite awhile now. Longer than David and Merula. How haven’t you kissed her,” Diego asked.

“Exactly! Judith has to be one of the most affectionate witches I know. And she’s head over heels in love you. How,” David stressed. The stoic Ravenclaw crossed his arms over his chest, face flushed red.

“I just never kissed her before...” Talbott wasn’t going to admit that he was too shy to do so.

David wasn’t wrong, Judith was indeed affectionate. It felt strange to be showered with attention and affection, but Talbott wasn’t complaining. He found it sweet.

And Judith did try to kiss him once. 

He ended up jerking away out of reflex and confusion. He could still remember the slight hurt reflecting in her gold eyes before she offered a shy smile and an apology.

She never tried again afterwards. And he cursed himself for it.

Because it wasn’t like he didn’t want to kiss her. Gods know how bloody curious he was to know what’s it like.

How her full lips will feel against his.

What flavor chapstick she uses.

How it will feel melting against her as he allows himself indulge in the intimate act.

Will there be sparks?

Will it feel like his heart will race out of his chest?

Would he crave for more once they pull away?

So many thoughts invade his mind whenever he catches himself looking at his girlfriend’s lips.

Don’t get him started if she was wearing her signature deep red lipstick-

“TALBOTT!” Talbott was thrusted out of his thoughts and turned his attention back on the two Hufflepuff wizards sitting next to him.

“You guys said something,” he asked. David pinched the bridge of his nose and Diego shook his head.

“Kiss the girl, Winger,” they both demanded. Talbott blushed and glared.

“Before you say how we have no right orderin’ you around, while you are right, we can tell you want to. You were bitin’ your lip and scrunchin’ your brows as if you were imaging it. While all power to you, I much rather you not fantasize about my sister in my presence,” David said. 

“As if you don’t kiss Merula whenever Judith and I are around,” Talbott huffed.

“Don’t change the subject! You want that experience. Just go for it,” David argued.

“Besides it’s not like she doesn’t know how to kiss. Andre was her first-OW!” David smacked Diego hard. He noticed the uncertainty that flashed in the Ravenclaw’s red eyes.

David knew Talbott was a bit insecure about himself, even though Judith had the biggest crush on him ever since they first met. He was there when Judith admitted that she fancied him when they were learning the Memory Charm with Professor Flitwick. 

Judith may thought Andre was handsome, but she would never see him more than a friend.

Talbott had trouble believing that at the beginning. 

Any mention of Andre and Judith in the same sentence would make him shut down.

And Diego was certainly not helping.

“Talbott, you know full damn well Judith only see Andre as a friend. Tonks was my first kiss and we’re just friends. If she really liked him, she would be with him. But she’s not. She’s with you, and literally sees no one else,” David said, staring the silent Ravenclaw dead in his eyes. 

Talbott let out a shaky breath.

“You’re right... I just don’t want to disappoint her...” Diego snorted, earning a glare from both boys.

“Talbott, my friend. Are we talking about the same Judith? She values everything you do. You don’t have to do much to make her smile. I highly doubt you can disappoint her,” Diego said, watching their glares lessen.

Talbott coughed, trying to ignore the warmth in his cheeks.

“You two make fair points,” he mumbled. David smirked.

“So kiss the girl, Winger...”

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“This is a lovely day for a date, Talbott,” Judith chuckled as they walked along the shore of the Black Lake. 

It was late in the afternoon, the sun was setting along the horizon. Talbott had taken them out to Hogsmeade, revisiting their first date spot. Madam Puddifoot had giggled seeing the pair again, serving them some cake and tea.

Lucky for him, conversation came easier this time around and there was no one there to crash their date. Talbott always enjoyed the sight of his little bird smiling sweetly at him.

Afterwards, they flew back to Hogwarts. Well, not before a few games of tag and chase along the way. 

Eventually they reached their current destination, waling along the shore while holding hands.

They sat in comfortable silence on the boardwalk on the Boathouse, overlooking the water. Talbott kept stealing glances at his serene girlfriend, whose eyes were closed.

Her hair was mostly down, the sides being pulled back to reveal her face. Her face was makeup free, revealing her natural beauty. 

Judith’s attire was rather simple. A short yellow dress with white flowers and white sandals. Her accessories were small gold hoop earrings and the key necklace he gifted her on Valentine’s Day.

‘Dear Gods, she’s so perfect that it hurts...’ he thought, drinking in the sight of the Hufflepuff witch being bathed in the sun’s loving warmth. A breeze gently pasted them, the sweet scent of coconuts and cocoa butter greeted the young’s wizard’s nose.

He felt dizzy with delight as he scoot closer to her. He knew he could have anything he could want from the Hufflepuff witch. His gaze fell to her full lips and he bit his lip.

“You’re staring...” Talbott flinched at the sudden sound of her voice. Gold eyes slowly opened, locking with his red ones.

“Something on your mind, my love,” Judith asked, delicately running her fingertips along the line of his sharp jawline. Talbott shivered at the barely there touch, leaning into it for a more solid sensation.

“Um...” Talbott felt the familiar sense of panic starting to creep into his mind. His heart began to race as he felt his palms turn a bit clammy. 

Can he really do this? 

Judith frowned at this, cupping his face in her hands so he can look at her.

“Hey, hey... it’s okay, Talbott. Talk to me,” she whispered. Her breath fanned over his lips, causing his heart to lurch in his chest. He can smell the faint sweetness of the cake she had earlier at the tea shop.

“I... I-I... I want to kiss you... Is that alright,” Talbott whispered breathlessly. He mentally slapped his forehead.

‘What the HELL was that, Winger?! Most wizards would’ve just went for it! Even those who do ask would’ve been much more smoother than that! Bloody hell, can the Giant Squid just grab me and pull me below. Ugh, this is so bloody-”

“Of course you can, Talbott.” Talbott was abrupted pulled out his self-berating thoughts at the simple sentence. Judith did her best not to giggle at the surprised and slightly lost expression on her boyfriend’s face.

“A-are you serious,” he asked, still feeling slightly panicked. Judith leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, which helped calm him a bit.

“Of course, bird boy. I was waiting for you to ask or make a move for awhile now,” she said.

“B-but I never kissed anyone before,” he blurted out. Judith’s eyebrows furrowed at this.

“I’m failing to see how that’s a problem...” Talbott sighed and looked away, feeling his face burn.

“I don’t want to disappoint you if I’m not good enough. I know this isn’t your first. Andre had that privilege,” he mumbled. Judith turned his head back so she can meet his gaze.

“Hey... just because this isn’t my first doesn’t mean this wouldn’t be special to me. And to be honest... I didn’t feel much from that kiss. You’re the only one I really imagined doing this with,” Judith whispered. Talbott slowly relaxed at her admission, wrapping his arms around her waist to bring her closer.

“I love you, little bird,” he said softly, angling his head so he wouldn’t bump into her nose. Judith giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, mimicking his actions.

“I love you too, bird boy... kiss me, please...”

Talbott couldn’t ignore that soft request even if he tried.

He allowed himself to lean the rest of way.

He kept the contact light, testing the waters. Barely there brushes that teased him more than he expected.

These went on for a few fleeting moments until one of them decided they wanted more. Lips gently parted and locked, seeking a sweeter taste.

The taste of vanilla and cake registered in his mind, causing Talbott leaned in more for the delicious combination.

Talbott sighed through his nose.

If he knew kissing his girlfriend meant being sent to heaven, he would’ve let Judith kiss him that day.

Her lips were just as soft as they looked. Plush and warm against his own.

The taste of her vanilla chapstick had him craving for more.

He never felt more at peace, giving into his little bird and this enchanting kiss. 

He never wanted this to-

Her lips were gone.

A soft whine escaped the back of his throat as he blindly chased after her. A soft laugh snapped out of it as he opened his eyes to find the teasing glint in those gold eyes.

“That good huh,” Judith chuckled. Talbott grumbled, looking away. Judith outright laughed at her boyfriend’s disgruntled state.

“I’m just teasing... come here,” she giggled, pressing another kiss to his lips. Talbott perked up a bit, squeezing her closer.

He could get used to this...