#neither one of us ever gave a fuck about anime until the live action ones started coming out

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

They need to stop making live action versions of anime!! my 63 year old dad just got me into fucking one piece!! He started watching it bc he liked the giant fish on the picture and thought that perhaps it was about fishing but now he’s absorbed into the lore!! Fuck you Netflix for getting my dad (and by extension me) into One Piece I’m coming for you fr

[scenesofobx]

A Broken Promise

Summary: The best night of your life takes an abrupt turn...

A/N: I'm proud of this, I wrote it in an hour! The inspiration for this came to me from this Insta post.

Note: in this fic Custer isn't there and neither is Faye.

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, guns, bullets, death.

Word Count: 1.7k

Also, click the link under the word "stunned" - it was a random thought I had when proofreading this, lol.

I was two years into my relationship with Fez, recently he had been speaking a lot about the future, one full of complete love and utter euphoria.

Tonight he was putting a start to our dream life, one that we had both discussed included us as husband and wife living on a farm with a few kids running around (Ash too, of course), living a simple but fulfilling life.

"I love you and I don't ever want to live without you", Fez said to me out of the blue while we were sitting on the couch watching old reruns of Friends.

I looked over at him, smiling widely, "I love you too baby, and don't ever want to live without you either", I placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I can't wait to call you my wife, to spend the rest of my life with you", he said to me, a soft smile on his face.

"I can't wait to call you my husband", I said to him, mimicking his beautiful smile.

"We're going to have the best life, you and me. Just us, Ash, our kids and a few animals, living the best life away from all of the drama and chaos.

"I cannot wait", excitement coursing through my veins at the thought of our perfect little life. His comment about the drama and chaos that was our lives made me ask him to promise me something, to secure our future, "I need you to promise me what we'll have that life, that we'll get married here with our friends and family and then leave this life behind and start the rest of our lives"

"I promise you, our lives are going to be so easy my love, so simplistic and absolutely perfect", he paused, fiddling in his pants pocket and pulling out a sparkling diamond ring, "For step one of making the promise come true, will you marry me?"

I was stunned, this was the happiest moment of my entire life, the best days of my life were about to begin and nothing could ruin this for us, not now, not ever because as long as we had each other, everything would be okay.

"Yes, of course, yes!", I squealed, Fez laughing loudly at my enthusiasm, placing the gorgeous ring on my left ring finger and gave me a kiss filled with so much passion, promise and love.

The entire evening so far was so beautiful and magical, we spent the next hour talking about our future, about how many kids we wanted and what we'd name them. I had to veto a few of Fez's choices and he had to do the same for me but what we had agreed on and what we decided was that our first son would have 'Ash' as their middle name and our first daughter would have 'Marie' as hers, a homage to the two other most important people in his life.

Everything was like a dream come true until I loud knock on the door had startled us, Fez going to stand up and pausing half way when we heard "SWAT, OPEN UP!" being yelled from the door. Shit!

We were being raided... again and I was fucking terrified.

Ash was upstairs playing video games, all of us had been taking a night off from the normal hustle and bustle that our lives bought.

He came down at the noise and shot us a questioning look.

I swallowed down my nerves and fears and tried my best to comfort my boys.

"Okay, let's breathe, it's going be okay, we just have to work with them, alright? We have nothing to hide, alright?"

Fez nodded at my statement, shooting a small comforting smile towards Ash and then placing a kiss on my temple.

"OPEN UP!"

Fez struck into action at the sound of the SWAT yelling again, while he was walking to the door I glanced at Ash, I hadn't noticed the shotgun in his hand until now... my eyes went wide, shaking my head and mouthing "NO" to him. He mouthed back "I'm sorry" and ran to the bathroom and closing the door.

"ASH!" I called out, running after him I tried to open the bathroom door but it was locked. "Ash, please!", I begged.

While I had been focusing on Ash, Fez had removed the lock on the door and opened it.

Immediately being yelled up to put his hands up, he did and then they instructed for him to walk towards me.

His voice calling out for me bought me out from my dazed focus on Ash and back to the harsh reality of the situation.

"Y/N/N!", I turned around at the sound of his voice, coming face to face with multiple guns being pointed at me.

"Walk towards me slowly baby", I did as he asked taking slow steps. One of the breaching officers taking me by the hand and moving me behind him. Clealy these men weren't after me but my boyfriend... correction fiancé and my favourite kid.

Fez kept yelling how Ash was just a kid and didn't deserve to be killed, he was facing the door of the bathroom now, trying to talk Ash into surrendering. His brother instead shooting a bunch of bullets, trying to take down the SWAT team members. They shot back almost instantly, an intense gun fight insuing. Fez was the middle man, literally... he was stuck in no man's land between firing guns.

Suddenly, someone left out a sharp, bloodcurdling scream.

I was completely horrified by the heartbreaking noise and confused as to who was just shot. Looking around I couldn't see anyone in pain and I couldn't see anyone bleeding.

I looked up to Fez still faced away from me, I called out to him, "Fez?", he slowly turned around to face me, revealing his crisp white t-shirt had a huge patch of blood on it, a hole in his shirt, my brain was going a million miles an hour...

"FEZ!?", I screamed, my voice breaking and my eyes wide in absolute fear.

He looks at me with furrowed brows asking why I looked so scared, I glanced at his shirt and back into his eyes, he got the hint and looked down, the realisation that he had been shot hitting him in a split second.

I saw his body falling towards the ground in slow motion, rushing and catching him just in time. I sat down on the floor with him, placing his head in my lap. Both of my hands immediately going to put pressure on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

Fez put his hand out for me to take.

"Baby, I can't hold your hand right now, I'm so sorry but I have to put pressure on this!"

"Y/N... stop, it's okay.", a beat of silence, "just hold my hand please!"

"I can't stop Fez, you'll bleed out!"

"Y/N/N..."

"I can't stop!", I said to him, voice breaking as I spoke.

"Please hold my hand... please baby, please...", he was pleading with me, my brain was going haywire... I keep my pressure on the wound and I potentially still lose him or I definitely lose him but get to hold his hand one last time... "Please!", his voice was breaking now too, my heart breaking along with it.

"Okay, okay love", I took my hands off his wound, blood seeping out at a faster pace than it was but I tried not to focus on it, instead choosing to focus of the beautiful blue of his eyes, his eyes... my favourite thing in the world. I could get lost in them over and over, I hope to get lost in them over and over for the rest of my days, or at least for the rest of his.

I gently took his warm hand in mine, squeezing it softly to show him I was here with him. He squeezed my hand back. My other hand was supporting his head, which was resting in my lap. I stroked my thumb calmly across his cheek, watching as his face moved from one of pain and sadness to one of calmess and inner peace.

"Its going to be okay, you're going to be okay baby, just stay with me, okay? Just stay with me", I begged him to hold on, to not go towards the light but to stay here in the moment with me, to hold on until the paramedics arrived and he could get the help he needed.

"Ma...", he whispered.

"I love you, I need you to hold on. I cannot live without you Fez, I need you to stay with me... please!", I was yelling now, not at him but at the situation, yelling my anger at the universe for pulling such a sick joke.

"I love you", he whispered, softer this time.

His eyes closed after that. His breathing increasingly slowing down...

His grip on my hand lessened and lessened until it was no more. His once warm hands were now so cold and lifeless.

I placed a kiss to his forehead and whispered over and over that I loved him and would always love him.

I was frozen in this moment of time, my brain not registering what was happening. I was waiting to wake up from this cruel nightmare, but it didn't happen. It never happened... Not when the paramedics arrived, not not they wheeled away Fez's body, not not when they wheeled away Ash's, not when the police were questioning me, not when they offered me emotional support and options for grief therapy, and not when they took his and Ash's bodies away from me... forever.

The tears finally stopped falling after everyone had left me alone on the floor next to a pile of my soulmates blood, I had cried out every possible tear avaliable. I wanted to cry, to let every emotion out but I physically couldn't, my body and my mind were too exhausted to continue, to feel anything.

I looked down at my engagement ring, now covered it blood and wondered how so much pain and heartbreak could have occurred in the two hours.

The best day of my life had so abruptly turned into the worst one I'd ever had and will ever have.

Fez, my best friend, the love of my life, my fiancé... he was gone and he wasn't coming back.

He had broken his promise to me.

Taglist: @storytellingwitht @dreamsinshadesofblue @iamasimpingh0e @zeida

[soulmate-game]

Well that happened.

B!dbwm 2020

Day 6: Meeting the Justice League

Marinette paced in her bedroom in Wayne Manor, running her hands through her hair as Damian laid on her bed and played animal crossing while completely ignoring her freakout. 

“Dami, how did I get myself into this mess?!” she asked, frantically pulling at her pigtails. Her brother snorted, rolling his eyes unsympathetically. 

“You never use your brain until after you’ve already made important decisions,” he responded ruthlessly. “All of your mental capacity goes towards planning out completely inane things like birthday parties and actually caring about what our even more idiotic class thinks about you, so when you actually need it you don’t have any intelligence left to spare.” 

Marinette turned her eyes on him, the blue lightening to an icy color in her panicked annoyance as she glared at him. “Gee, thanks. I can always trust my darling brother to have my back,” she said sarcastically, to which Damian only smirked. 

“When it matters? Of course. But in this case, watching the fallout will be entertaining and not at all dangerous to your physical safety.” 

Damian and Marinette had been sent to live in Paris a few years back, about a year after Damian had come back to life. Marinette had been far too attached to the twin she had thought she had lost for good, and had nearly driven him crazy with how overprotective she had gotten. Right alongside that, Damian had started to become even more stifled by Bruce’s own protectiveness and distrust of him, so he quit being Robin and they were sent to PAris to try and “recover” from their “trauma” somewhere “safe and peaceful, under the jurisdiction of the JLE.” 

Yeah, that was a great idea. Up until they found out the hard way that the JLE had up and abandoned the Paris headquarters and taken up unofficial residence in England somewhere. And then Hawkmoth showed up. And of course, of fucking course, an old chinese man from the pacifistic organization that acted as a direct foil to the League where they grew up somehow decided that they, out of everyone in Paris, were the best people he could find to wield the power of tiny gods to save the city. 

Sure, he was right, but Damian chewed him a new asshole as soon they met for trusting complete unvetted strangers with the gods of creation and destruction. 

And now Marinette had finally managed to leak to Tim, who then spread the calculated slip of information to Bruce, that Paris had had a supervillain for the past few years and the JLE had been neglecting their jobs. Which turned into Batman setting up a meeting with Ladybug and Chat Noir (Damian had tried to tell everyone his name was Chance Noir, Dark Luck, NOT ‘chat noir,’ since the last thing he needed was to be associated with Selina in any way. Nobody listened, and now he was stuck with being called Chat Noir). They had a lovely discussion about all the shit Hawkmoth did, their lack of resources, and the lack of assistance/straight up refusal to believe their word that came from the JLE. 

Which led to Batman inviting Ladybug to meet the Justice League to debrief on the Paris situation. Damian had been invited as Chat Noir, but had taken the smart path and opted out. Now Marinette had to not only go to the Justice League as Ladybug, but also as Batman's daughter Hummingbird, who was being brought in for consultation along with Damian as Robin. 

“I’m gonna die again,” Marinette continued her catastrophizing, Tikki and Plagg sharing a glance at once another from their spot on her writing desk. “I’m gonna die of total embarrassment. Don’t bother resurrecting me Dami, I’m just gonna die all over again once Dad finds out who we are and kills me.” 

Damian snorted. “Hah. Father killing anything, good one,” he snarked back blandly. “You’ll be fine. Remember, you’re the planner and I’m the one with actual skill. You have the strangest ability when it comes to getting out of situations like these by the skin of your teeth,” Damian grinned at something on the screen of his Switch before continuing. “You’ll be fine. And if you sell me out, I’ll bury you myself.” 

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him. Neither of them wanted their dad to find out that they were LAdybug and Chat noir, especially since they had already explained to him the basics of the source of their powers. They were both certain that Bruce would completely ignore how well they had been handling the situation on their own for almost five years and jump straight to the “my murderous children should not be left with the powers of destruction and creation at their fingertips,” line of thought. Bruce had never trusted them alone before, why now? 

“At least help me, shaqiq?” Marinette asked, walking over and plopping onto the ground next to her bed, so she could look straight into her twin’s bright green eyes. At first, he refused to even look at her, completely unmoved. Marinette hummed mischievously, a habit that was the source of her Gotham codename. “If I go down, I’m taking you with me.” 

Damian finally huffed, scowling. “Fine.” 

He knew better than to doubt her. Marinette always got her way when she decided she was wronged and needed to even the score for something. Always. 

—* — * — * — * — *

Hummingbird. The smallest Bat, by far, and the fastest when it came to natural speed. Hard to spot, with the sole giveaway that a short playful hum could be heard if she thought she had her prey cornered. She was hardly ever wrong. 

She had also been temporarily retired as she and Robin moved to some undisclosed location to get away from the vigilante life for a while. Or so Batman said. And for the most part, aside from the occasional League gathering here or glimpse that they got of the two’s civilian personas if someone visited the manor while they were there, Robin and Hummingbird stayed retired. Heroes who knew them wondered if Robin had finally given up and settled down somehow, if he was even capable of it. And they all speculated that Hummingbird was so scarred from Robin’s death that she wouldn't ever be able to leave his side again, retired or not. 

 Seeing Hummingbird in her navy blue and black uniform, almost identical to her brother’s but for the thick navy blue scarf that covered her neck and lower face, everyone in the Justice League who knew her thought they were right. She stood there, older and only a little taller, never leaving Robin’s side as they traded secretive glances and hand signals only they understood. They didn’t make any attempt to stray from one another’s side. 

But Jon Kent, superboy and Damian’s oldest friend, was of a different mind. He had been by Marinette’s side after Damian died, and by both of theirs when he was brought back. This was not the same terrified dependence he had seen back then. His eyes narrowed. 

The twins were scheming, and nobody else would notice until it was too late. 

Quicker than they could blink, he was by their side with his trademark smile. “Hey guys! Long time no see!” 

They gave the half-kryptonian identical deadpan expressions, sighing in tandem. “You facetimed us last night. And you flew to Paris to visit us last week,” Damian pointed out with a raised eyebrow. “Despite us expressly telling you not to.” 

Jon shrugged. “If I listened to everything you two said all the time, we’d never have any fun. So, excited to meet this Ladybug girl? Dad says that your dad won’t tell him anything about her until she shows up.” 

Hummingbird and Robin traded looks before Marinette answered. “Not really. We see Ladybug in action in Paris all the time—”

“She even saved Marinette from an Akuma who was obsessed with wanting to date her,” Damian interrupted with an insufferable grin. Marinette elbowed him hard, making her brother wince before chuckling at her red face. 

“I could have saved myself just fine! It’s not my fault we have to lay low, or we might get kicked out of Paris for being past vigilantes!” Marinette argued, voice high as she protested how helpless Damian had made her sound. She puffed her cheeks out in annoyance. Damian’s grin widened into a predatory smirk that showed off teeth.

“Oh? What about that one time that Tsurugi got akumatized, and Chat Noir had to save you because she wanted to duel you for the right to date me and you were cornered?” 

Marinette growled, throwing up her hands in frustration before smacking Damian’s shoulder angrily. He only laughed at her. “I’m leaving! Come find me when Ladybug finishes explaining the things we already know!” with that, a fuming and embarrassed Hummingbird stormed out of the room. 

“Huh,” Flash remarked, leaning against the wall. “She looks a lot better than the last time I saw her. And she actually left your immediate vicinity. Willingly,” he remarked to Robin, who glared at the speedster. 

“It’s been almost six years. If you think my sister is weak enough to be that thoroughly encumbered by the past for so long, you are greatly underestimating her,” he looked around to see almost all of the gathered League members staring at him. He grit his teeth and looked over at his father. “When is this woman going to arrive, anyway? You’d think she would actually be on time.” 

Just then, a portal opened in the middle of the room and Ladybug walked through. Quickly shedding the brown costume that allowed her to teleport in, she was left in just her black and red-spotted combat suit. Seeing as they finally found out how to alter the costumes the Kwami gave them, Ladybug’s hair now sat in a braided bun on the crown of her head and her costume was made to look more like Nightwing’s with the ladybug symbol on her upper chest and between her shoulder blades on her back, with black gloves that reached up to her elbows and black knee-high boots with red stripes up the sides. 

The brightly colored heroine smiled, seeming to light up the room with cheer that nearly put Jon to shame (it took her awhile to perfect that particular smile. She actually based it off Jon himself, and Damian was impressed by how accurate she had been able to make it over time. Not that he would say as much out loud). 

That was when Diana started choking on thin air, and Damian and Marinette both realized that they had overlooked something rather major. 

Hippolyta had been a Ladybug. Diana had met Tikki. Diana knew how to see past Tikki’s glamour. 

At first, Ladybug tried to play it off. Maybe Diana would catch on and help her out. So she walked over, holding her hand out for Wonderwoman to shake and putting on another wide smile for good measure. 

“Oh my Kwamii! It is so good to finally meet you, Wonderwoman, Tikki told me so much about you and your mother! Would you like to talk later—”

“Marinette Wayne, how in Zeus’ name did you become the new Ladybug?” Wonderwoman instantly yelled, making Marinette wilt. Damian tried backing away slowly, only for Diana’s eyes to then shoot over to him and narrow dangerously. “And you! I knew I felt something weird, but now I can pinpoint it. You are wielding the Black Cat! One of you explain what is going on. Now.” 

Ladybug and Robin instantly looked away, getting ready to make a quick escape right as their father walked up behind Robin, putting a firm hand on his shoulders. As always when Batman smiled, it sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. Marinette gulped a little. 

“I agree. Marinette, I forgot to tell you that we changed the locations of the League security cameras last night,” shit they were so busted. Bruce must have suspected them of something from the very beginning, stupid world’s greatest detective instincts— “But now that we have confirmed that my suspicions were correct, we can save that discussion for later. First, let’s debrief on the Paris situation like we agreed. Then, you two will explain why you decided not to tell me while you help each other clean the entire Batcave tonight.” 

Damian didn’t open his hand for the entire meeting. He and Marinette made eye contact as soon as everyone sat down for a suddenly very uneasy debrief, silently agreeing that they would not let their father take away their Miraculous. They finally had names and reputations of their own, away from the Batclan and their father’s influence. They had learned more about themselves and what they were capable of in those past years as Miraculous wielders than in all the years of the rest of their lives combined. They wouldn’t give it up, not even for Bruce’s approval. 

But when they got back to the Manor and began cleaning up the batcave as they had been ordered, they were surprised when Bruce made no mention of taking their jewelry back at all. And he stayed up with them, silently reviewing things on the Batcomputer as they cleaned. It could almost be considered family bonding. 

By the time the twins were done cleaning the sun was about to rise, and finally their father spoke up for the first time since they had begun their punishment chore. 

“I watched days worth of your Paris battles before going out to meet Ladybug and Chat Noir in person,” he said without ever turning around from his spot at the computer. “I was impressed. I still am. The teamwork was flawless, and the Parisian heroes never used deadly force. They even did their best to provide emotional support to the victims who were akumatized. I thought for sure at least one of you two would have been victims yourself, with all that you’ve been through. Anything can be a trigger for you, anything can make you vulnerable to Hawkmoth,” Bruce paused to take a sip of coffee. He didn’t have to look at his children’s reflections in the face of the Batcomputer to know they were drinking in every word he said. He did anyway, allowing a small smile that they couldn’t see to form on his lips. 

“I scoured through every akuma attack one by one, trying to find the one where one or both of you were the ones possessed. But I only found more reasons to be impressed by the heroes instead. By the time I was done looking through every scrap of video I could find, I had a feeling I knew who you were. Hearing your voices in person cemented it further, but I wanted video proof. So, knowing that Marinette would have forgotten about agreeing to accompany me to a JL meeting, I asked Ladybug to debrief us.” 

“You had us from the start,” Marinette sighed, shoulders slumping. But Damian said nothing, eyes wide as he picked up on the nuances of what Bruce was saying that Marinette was too tired to catch on to. 

“I’m proud of you two.” 

Then, even Marinette froze. The twins had identical expressions of shock on their faces, and Bruce finally turned around to look at them properly. For a long while, the three of them only made silent eye contact as dozens of emotions flew through the air silently, but understood. Then Damian and Marinette straightened up just and silently. Damian nodded to his father, Marinette gave him a vulnerable little smile, and then they both backed out and went to head to sleep. 

And once they were gone, Bruce sighed in content. Seems his meet-the-Justice-League plan worked out perfectly. He had finally managed to say something right to his two most troublesome children, for the first time. He leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the dark bat-infested cave ceiling as one more tiny grin played on his face, a little melancholy this time. 

Guess they never needed him to help them find their inner hero, after all. They had become even better at the whole hero thing than he was, and all on their own. Bruce closed his eyes, not noticing when Alfred draped a blanket over his body and left the Cave with a soft chuckle. 

--*--*--*--*--*

This sucked, but I wanted to give you guys something. So. here you go I guess? 

[enigma-im]

Third Day of Christmas...

Trope: Enemies to Lovers (NSFW) Relationship: Minotaur x Human Word Count: 4,025

It all started with a note on the door.

Imani didn't expect to find a letter taped to her door that morning, or any morning for that matter. For a good couple of seconds she feared it was from her landlord, an eviction notice of some kind. That went right out the window as she read the chicken scratched handwriting.

Dear apartment 23 resident,

I'd appreciate it if you would keep the noises to a minimum after 10 pm. The singing has kept me up well past midnight. The stomping at all hours has been less than appreciated. Also, I hate to point out that your dog hasn't been a saint either, barking every morning at 7 am. So if you would please, muzzle the dog and stop the late-night parties.

                                 Signed, apartment 15 resident.

Imani is confused for a moment, walking back into her apartment while rereading the letter. All of it is not true, starting with the singing. She does not sing, especially that late in the day. The neighbor on the other hand has a daughter who doesn't understand her own volume, blaring out BTS songs at odd hours. The stomping is a ridiculous accusation, almost typical in these situations. The only time she can admit that her walking would be loud is when she first gets home and hasn't gotten to removing her shoes. Besides then, she is as quiet as a church mouse. An hour after she gets home she spends most of her time lounging in the living room. so how can she be making noises if she isn't moving?

The woman drops the note onto her kitchen table, put off by the audacity. She looks over to her little dog, shaking her head as she thinks back on the next line. Her dog doesn't bark! He is as silent as can be, never even growling. The most this 'resident' can accuse her pooch over is his nails scratching at the floor. Even then that shouldn't even register through the floors.

With the morning turned sour, Imani quickly organizes her things and heads out for work. The whole day is spent thinking hard on her letter, thinking about what needs to be done. Should she ignore it? Pretend she never got it and go on with her life? That would be the easy approach, even kinder one, but she ain't that kind of bitch.

When she got home late that day she storms into the kitchen, making sure to stop with her shoes still on, and grabs a notebook. She jots down a little message for 'resident 15' with as much passive aggression as she can put into words.

Dear resident 15,

The bold claims you have taped to my door have been read. I'd like to take the time to inform you of your misguided claims. I, for one, am not the local American Idol star. That award goes to Tiny Tina in apartment 22. I don't know why you have such an issue with her music, BTS songs are a bop.

Next on the list is my 'stomping'. Excuse me for correcting you again, but I do not 'stomp' around my apartment. The minute I get home from work I am sitting on my ass watching television till it's time for bed. So I ask you, how can I be stomping around if my feet do not move off the couch?

Finally, my dog. My dog is a saint, for your information, he is the quietest animal I have ever owned. I haven't heard so much as a peep from him since he was a puppy. Maybe check around for other noisy pooches because mine isn't the problem.

With this all said, I hope you find a solution to your problem because bugging me was not it.

                                       Sincerely, resident 23

Signed, sealed, and ready to be delivered. The next morning on the way to work she tapes the little note to the numbers on unit 15. smug, she walks out of there with her head held high.

Feeling proud of herself even further into the day she isn't ready for the speedy reply taped to her door, along with a missing doormat. With a huff, she snatches the note and heads inside. She unfolds the sheet, reading:

Dear 23,

I am not mistaken, and I'm taking your welcome mat until you know how to be a proper upstairs neighbor.

                                         -15

She gawks at the letter, put off by the blatant admission of theft. Are they a child, taking away things as a punishment? This is completely idiotic! She should march downstairs and confront the fool who thinks this is a proper course of action. Well, she would if she didn't also want to get back at them.

Throwing the paper onto the coffee table she flops down on the couch to think. What is the best way to get back at them?

A floor below rests Church the Minotaur. He is getting ready to go on a run, sliding on his sneakers as he opens the door. Glance to the side he catches sight of a gaudy plethora of stickers and glitter, his door dressed to the 9s with rainbows. He is taken aback, looking at the decorations with ire. Above it all sits a folded up piece of paper taped to the door. He quickly snatches it, reading it.

15,

Return the doormat and I'll clean your door.

                                    -23

Church chuffs, grinding his teeth as he looks to the door again. He didn't think he was being unfair when he first gave them a letter. It was a polite way to ask them to shut up. He just wanted some sleep, was that too much to ask? He looks to the door again, apparently, it was.

Imani opens the door fully expecting the letter. With a bit of a pep in her step, she grabs it, reading it as she walks to her car. She snorts, crumpling the paper and tossing it in the trash.

23,

This means war

                           -15

The next few weeks are filled with pranks of varying variety. The two start small, Imani stomping around upstairs with her heaviest pairs of boots, Church banging his hand against the ceiling during the quiet hours of the night. Next with more glitter courtesy of Church, a well-timed package that exploded in Imani's kitchen. He swears he could hear her surprised scream from below. Imani gets him back with a similar package, one with a jump scare card.

It's a back forth of one-upping the other. Church orders Imani eight pizzas, forcing her to reluctantly pay for it when seeing the nervous kid trying to deal with the mix-up. Imani manages to hook her phone to his Bluetooth speakers, playing random screams at all hours of the night. Church gets her back by attaching an alarm to her door so when walked out that morning she was startled by a firetruck worthy honk.

It seems it’s the last straw for Church when he receives his own glitter bomb of confetti cocks. It gets caught on the carpet, sneaking into the couch cushions, and sticking to his clothes. Quickly dusting himself off he charges upstairs, reaching her door and banging on it. He taps his foot frustrated and angry.

The door clicks open, Church already ready with his rant. Imani is equally prepared, excited with the chance to chew him a new one. When the two see each other they stumble on the words, looking one another over with confusion. Neither of them expected the other to be anything but some angry middle-aged person looking for a fight. They hardly assumed that the other would be so…attractive.

"I, uh," church shakes his head," You! A damn dick bomb? Do you understand how ingrained they are into my carpet? I sent you a cheap one, something you can easily clean up but you couldn't even consider that!"

"What," Imani comes back to her own," those craft herpes were not easy to clean, I'm sure it's still in the kitchen now and staining my clothes. So don't you dare come at me with 'woe is me' look like you had any consideration at all for my floors."

"Well excuse me, I didn't hack into your speakers to play Halloween screams all through the night. I damn near had a heart attack at 2 in the morning because of you," he points to her, debating on jabbing her in the chest. She slaps his hand away before he gets the chance, scoffing.

"At least I didn't make you spend money on eight pizzas! Do you know how much eight pizzas cost? It was like seventy bucks. I'm just glad you didn't splurge on something more than a single topping pizza. But fuck you for making them all pineapple you monster," she bites back.

The two ramble on long enough for the neighbors to peek their heads out. Embarrassed, they close out their argument with a huff and a door slam. Church heads off to his apartment, falling onto the couch while grumbling to himself. Imani growls and mumbles in her bed. They both can't help the thought that ruins all their anger:

God, they were hot.

The pranks don't stop in their frequency. The two continue, using their frustrations at their traitorous thoughts to fuel their revenge.

Imani still plays with his speakers, using screamo songs to annoy him in the afternoons. Church booby traps her door again with more glitter, his preferred weapon as of lately. She takes up tap dancing, he pays the kid next door to blare BTS near the shared wall of her apartment. She puts a fake ticket on his car, he puts vulgar stickers on her's. the childish game goes on and on.

Imani sits in her room one night, frustrated beyond belief with the sexy minotaur. She can't get his face out of her head. Why did he have to be cute? It's not like it makes the little game they have going harder to do. No, it just makes it seem more than it is. She has to constantly catch herself praising his wit in some of the stunts he pulls. Scolding herself nonstop for wanting to stop by his place and yell at him some, just to see him. It's stupid, wanting to actually get to know him.

Church relaxes in bed, feeling more bothered than Imani. He has hit a bit of a dry spell in his sexual life, or his solo sexual life. He can't jerk off without picturing the little hellspawn upstairs. It would be easy to give in and just think of her but it would be too much. She is an enemy, not a potential interest. So what if she is one of the sexiest humans he has ever seen? Who cares if her ability to keep up with him in this little war is kind of turning him on? It doesn't matter, right?

He sighs in defeat, "I don't think I can believe that even if I tried," he grunts as he clenches his shaft.

Imani is at home setting up her next plan when someone knocks on the door. She looks to the clock surprised at someone visiting this hour. Confused, and cautious, she gets out of bed and walks to the door. Looking through the peephole she rolls her eyes at who she sees.

Imani opens the door," if this is about the folk music I'll tell you now I'm not changing it back."

"No," he growls," this is about the tap shoes. Metal on wood makes for some very undesirable sounds."

"Well, excuse me for trying to take up a new hobby. What about you paying off the kid next door to play her music next to my wall? I swear that little demon doesn't sleep," Imani scolds.

"Speaking of little demons, can you for the love of god shut your dog up. Every morning I hear his damn barking and I'm seriously debating calling someone," he takes a step into her space, scowling at the dog behind her.

"He doesn't bark," she pokes at his chest," I have never heard him even make a yelp since he was a puppy so I suggest you come up with a better lie than that."

"A lie," he shouts," your fucking dog barks, stop thinking he is some sort of mute."

"He does not," she shouts back.

"Does too," he steps closer.

"Does not," she raises her chin.

"Does too," he grabs her hips.

"Does not," she tugs at his shirt.

"Does too," he says, lowering closer to her. Before she can get her turn he quiets her with a rather harsh kiss, mashing his lips to hers. They grapple one another, pulling the other closer as they stumble into her apartment.

Church kicks the door shut as he fumbles with her shirt. She helps, parting from him long enough to cast the clothing aside. He tugs her back in for a sloppy kiss, delving his tongue into her mouth as she unbuttons his top. Thrusting his shirt down his arms while they bump into the sofa. Church beings unclasping her bra, uncoordinated as she sucks on his tongue.

The two fall to the couch, church not wasting any time with her freshly revealed tits. Imani gasps, petting down his chest to his pants. As he suckles on a nipple as she pulls him from his pants, holding his cock in her hand. He stutters in his attentions, panting heavily against her chest as she jerks him off.

"Oh, fuck," he groans.

"Like that big boy," she steals his attention, him looking at her cocky smile.

"Shut up," he reaches down to her pants, palming her through her jeans. She bucks into his hand, rolling her eyes at his smirk. He quickly discards her bottoms, tossing them away without a care. He watches her as he pets at her pussy, delving between her lips to feel how soaked she is for him.

"Am I wrong to assume this is all for me," he pushes a finger in. she clenches her jaw, groaning from the intrusion. He chuckles, feeling rather confident as she rides his hand. Not caring for his large ego she reaches for his cock once more, feeling him throb in her grip.

"Am I wrong to assume this is all for me," she mimics back smugly. He throws her an annoyed look, removing his fingers and slapping her hand away. Dropping a hand beside her head he leans down, looking between them as he prods his cock to her pussy. They both flinch, eager above all else. They both watch as his head parts her lips, poking at her clit with short nudges.

"You think I can make you scream like those damn Halloween recordings," he jokes as he grinds into her.

"No, I don't think you have the stamina," she jabs back, trying to stop the urge to buck against him. Church leans down and nuzzles against her neck, pressing a sweet kiss under her jaw.

"I guess we will just have to see," he grins, feeling less confident than his words suggest. His cock is damn near ready to burst with just his tip being coated in her sweet juices.

Church reaches between them, pressing his cock to her entrance. He guides his tip in, stretching his arm up to rest it beside her head. The only warning he gives her is a sultry smile before he shoves forward, both crying out at the suddenness.

"Oh, shit," Church whimpers beside her ear. Imani grabs at his arms, feeling utterly stuffed. He pulls back, thrusting forward quickly. Imani appreciates him not wasting time just pistoning into her. The need has been building up all week, the denial adding a new level of appeal to this want.

He rams into her, listening to her try to hide her cries of pleasure. He feels her body tell him what he needs to know, feels her walls pulling him in with every buck of his hips. She wants him as badly as he wanted her. It's satisfying to church to know this. To know that she needs this as much as he does. Not wanting to miss a thing he sits up, grabbing her hips as he does.

"Look at you," he groans," trying to hold back those little moans and whimpers. Don't fight it, babe, I wanna hear you." Imani startles herself with a cry, arching her back as his words add kindle to the fire. She wants to pretend this isn't happening, that she isn't getting fucked by her apartment enemy. But damn, does it feel fantastic.

Church watches her writhe on the couch, his stomach clenching as he tries to fight off cumming at the sight. Her tits bounce with each clap of their hips and it's driving him wild. Reluctantly he shuts his eyes, thinking about anything else to prolong this blissful torture.

Imani wails and whimpers as her insides are set aflame. As her orgasm comes rushing to the forefront she locks her legs around his waist, grinding like a madwoman into his thrust. She cries out her pleasure, utterly wrecked as she falls apart.

Church chokes on his breath as she clenches around him. He can barely think as she holds him in a vice grip. His hips go wild as he finds himself coming to an end. It's only half a thought that he undoes her legs and pulls out, grinding against her as he cums on her stomach. Imani watches in rapture as he tosses his head back and moans, the sound going straight to her already throbbing clit. She watches him spray out over her and she can't look away for even a second.

Church falls onto his hands, panting as he holds himself over her. He can't believe it. He got to fuck the cute hellspawn that has been tormenting him all month. At this moment he couldn't even think about the countless hours of sleep missed because of her little pranks. Right now all he can think of is holding her close and taking a much-needed nap. As he attempts the action he looks to her stomach.

Imani is bone-deep satisfied. Her body is relaxed against the couch and she feels like she's on cloud nine. She hardly notices when Church climbs off her, his footsteps fading away. When she does notice, it stabs at her heart a little. She watches him button up his pants, reaching to the floor to grab his shirt. I guess he's leaving, she thinks.

Church grabs his shirt from the floor, bunching it up as he turns back to her. She looks surprised when he crouches beside her and mops up the mess on her stomach with his top. He wants to laugh at the shocked expression but bites his cheek against it. With her all clean he tosses the shirt away and crawls in beside her. The couch is rather small so he lifts her onto his chest, lounging on his back. He cradles her against his front, ready to take a well-deserved nap.

Imani is rather confused as she watches him fall asleep. She fully figured he would dip after everything, she surely didn't expect anything from this. They were still in a war. A truce was never called but she can't help but think this changes something.

Shrugging, she snuggles up to him, enjoying his soft fur against her cheek. This is a problem she will deal with in the morning.

Imani wakes up alone in her bed. She is nearly tempted to figure the night with Church was all a dream till she feels the subtle ache in her legs. Ride a bull, you should expect some soreness. She chuckles to herself as she dresses. Walking into the kitchen she prepares for a lazy day indoors while she figures out how to deal with Church and her's relationship. As she gets ready to feed her pup does she realize the lack of said pooch.

"uh, Giovani," she calls out. No answer. She calls out again, searching around her apartment frantically. Did he get out while the door was open last night? Surely she would have noticed if he managed to sneak past. She rounds the apartment again just in case before she runs to the door, throwing it open in a rush. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots something hanging on her peephole. She tenses at the sight, snatching it.

Imani I have your dog Church

Imani scoffs, crumpling the letter as she marches downstairs. She can't believe she let herself think that things would change between them. That this little prank war can be swapped out for an actual relationship, friendship or otherwise. Above all, she can't believe he stole her dog.

Rounding the corner and stopping at door 15 she pounds her fist against the wood. She continues pounding till the door opens, revealing a smirking Church.

"Hello, babe, what brings you here so early," he asks, leaning against the frame.

"You stole my fucking dog, I want him back," she snaps, no ounce of playfulness available. Church nearly stutters on his act, a little worried about her protectiveness over her dog.

"Now, I stole him for his own good," he explains," with his separation anxiety I figured it is best if he got used to my apartment since I'm going to take up training him."

Imani scoffs," Excuse me? My dog doesn't have separation anxiety nor does he need to be trained by some dog snatching idiot with horns."

Church deadpans," idiot with horns?"

"It's early, they can't all be gold," she rolls her eyes," doesn't matter, give me my dog back."

Church shakes his head, frustrated at her denial. Instead of answering her, he calls for the pup, leaning down to pet him when he comes trotting over. With the dog properly excited he takes a step into the hallway with Imani and shuts the door. Imani looks from him then back to the door.

"What are you doing," she asks.

"Just wait," he holds up a finger. They both stand silently, nothing happening. Imani opens her mouth to acknowledge the ridiculous of waiting in front of a door when her dog begins whining, yelping loudly from inside the apartment. Church looks over to her with a smug grin, "Told you he barks."

Imani flusters, gawking at the door and listening to her dog cry out. Church opens the door, the pup running out and jumping at Imani. Still embarrassed, she pets at her dog before picking him up and walking away. Church watches her turn the corner, not saying a word as she departs. He sighs.

It's a good day of nothing that picks at Church. Surely he didn’t push too far, he didn't really intend to keep her dog so it wasn't that mean. He just wanted to prove that her dog did bark, finishing the month-long war on a hopeful note. It wasn't meant as another attack against her. He really did intend to help by offering to train her dog.

Throughout the day he debates going up there and apologizing, to offer an olive branch of some kind so he can actually get to know her. Last night for Church was…amazing. It was something he wants to do again, to explore further. That may be a pipe dream now.

Late into the afternoon church gets a knock on his door. He jumps up, feeling rather stupid as he quickly answers the door. Expecting Imani he is left disappointed as no one is there. No one could have left that fast. He looks down the hall, left to right. Nothing. With a defeated sigh he begins to close the door. He stops when a fluttering piece of paper catches his eye. Excited, he snaps it off the door unfolding it swiftly.

Church,

Dinner at my place, 8 pm

                               -Imani

Church smiles to himself, refolding the paper and heading back inside to get ready.

[creativeskull95]

Powerpuff Girls gritty sequel, but it’s actually good

So this might be a bit late, but here’s how I would do a gritty and dark sequel to the Powerpuff Girls, but it would actually be good.

THE PLOT

Way back when they were children, the girls gave up their powers in order to trap Him, who had snapped and was trying to bring about the end of the world. The Utoniums moved away(one of the few people left in Townsville able to do so), and the girls lived normal human lives up until their thirties, when their dad has finally died. That’s when the Rowdyruffs show up, with a way to return the girls’ powers. While Bubbles and Buttercup refuse initially, Blossom jumps at the chance to become a hero again, and they are eventually forced to follow suit as old and new enemies return. However almost 20 years without powers have left them kinda rusty, and the Rowdyruffs have to train them back up if they want to beat Him again, once and for all.

CHARACTERS

Powerpuffs as a whole

All live in the same house with their late father. Still have a good relationship with each other after all these years, and even still hold weekly family game and movie nights. As this is a continuation, they would be played by white actresses, though I’d personally like Buttercup to be played by an Asian one to match Utonium(who I always saw as Asian, tbh).

Blossom

Started strong, but over time became depressed. Started college, but never finished, and currently works part time in retail. Spent the most time taking care of Utonium, and when not doing that could often be found playing video-games in her spare time. Jumps at the chance to be a hero again, though as time goes on she doesn’t find it as fulfilling as she thought she would. Her arc would deal with finding fulfillment and her place in the world, and not clinging to the past.

Bubbles

Works as a stripper, and finds it incredibly fun. She often incorporates animal motifs into her outfits, favoring squirrels and never using bunnies if she can help it. Is way too generous and forgiving, but has the worst temper out of all the girls. Her arc would be tied up in Boomer’s, and allowing herself to fall in love.

Buttercup

Owns an auto shop, and is scary good at what she does. Has a league of boys and men who work under her that see her as a scary godmother. Also has a habit of giving candy to kids whose parents come into the shop. Her arc... idk actually she’s the most well adjusted out of all the girls. Maybe she doesn’t get an arc, or it’s something about being the youngest child. Smokes weed to curb her more violent tendencies, and shares with Butch.

Bunny

Gets resurrected by Him to act as his lackey/spy on the PPG for him. Has a normal form, where she looks like a regular teenager, but when her powers activate turns into a Hulk-like brute of a monster that, while looking neater than her original form, is still monstrous and scary. Her subplot involves being incredibly unstable, and the PPG and RRB trying to figure out how to stabilize her before she explodes again.

Rowdyruffs as a whole

Stayed with Mojo Jojo in the Ruins of Townsville to keep an eye on Him’s “grave”. The time was spent training and preparing in case he ever returned. When he did, and the RRB were defeated, Jojo sent them off to restore the girls’ powers and prepare them to fight Him.

Mojo Jojo

Helped the PPG take down Him, and the stayed behind of his own free will to keep an eye on things when they left. When the Boys showed up he did his best to be a good father, and turn them to the side of good. He had mixed results, but at least they stayed with him. When Him tried to break out he made a last ditch effort to contain Him, sacrificing himself but letting the RRB flee with the girls’ powers.

Brick

A stern and powerful leader, he just barely keeps his brothers under control. Gets exasperated easily. Is insanely jealous that the girls got to have normal lives while he never got a chance at that, and thus gets pissed at Blossom for taking it for granted. Gets better later on.

Boomer

Incredibly promiscuous, which just gets worse when he gets around people. One of his first actions is to grope Bubles, and then immediately get knocked out in response(before she gets her powers back). Makes it his goal to win her heart, becoming a genuinely better person in the process.

Butch

Completely fucking wild, but surprisingly becomes normal when he smokes weed. Gets “tamed” by Buttercup, in a sense, by which I mean he realizes he’s a complete ass and tries to do better. Also loves kids, once he figures out they’re tiny chaos machines.

EXTRA DETAILS

Princess still exists, and is kinda like evil Batman. She still gets her ass beat every time, though. Also she tries to flirt with Brick to piss Blossom off, but neither of them care.

Professor Utonium might have been hiding something about the PPGs creation.

Blossom starts out being very unkempt and then gets better, and then goes right back to being unkempt again as her arc goes.

Would 100% like this to be animated, but also live action is good if needed.

Jojo is still a monkey in this.

The original cartoon is NOT a show in this. This would be a continuation of the cartoon.

Idealy this would be a two season show. Season one ends with an attempt at killing Him that fails, thus having him show up in season two(along with Bunny and Princess).

I want this song in the show at some point.

Anyways feel free to ask me more about this cause I have many ideas.

[animekath]

Hawks’ Sister

Dabi X Reader

Hey guys, Kat here!

I wanted to make another story and wanted it to be about the best and sexiest villain! He needs some love and adding Hawks to it just to make it intense! e u e

I hope you enjoy reading, sorry for spelling and grammar!

Words: 2903

Warning: Spoilers about Hawks, Forbidden love, angst-ish, sweet, light possessive, pinned, eating out, biting, marking, riding, creampie

Enjoy!

“Dabi...?” You voice shuttered as you looked up at the tall man that loomed over you, his piercing blue eyes were staring right into yours, making you grip your brother's jacket. “Y...You can’t be here. My brother told y-”

“To hell with your brother.” The dark hair man grunted, taking another step forward, but you took two steps back. “I wanted to see you again...” His actions continued; he only stopped when your back hit the wall, nowhere left to run. Dabi’s hand placed on the wall next to your head, his body leaning over until your noses touched. “You missed me too, didn’t you?” His voice was low to a whisper, your body shuttering by his voice alone.

He knew what he did to you.

“S-Stop.” You moved your head away before he could kiss you, gasping when he placed a gentle kiss on your neck. “Dabi, just leave..! I’m warning you this time!” You pushed him away, your face heated, but you still stared at the villain. If anyone did that to Dabi, he would have pinned them to the wall and choked them but not you...You were special to the beast.

“If you want to call your brother, that’s fine, but it’s not going to stop me.” He said in his grave, calming tone. “You know what you do to me, don’t you? All these nights, I have been aching for you.” His words made you putty, but you still stood your ground - You were not going to make him win this. He walked over to you again, but you stood still this time, his hand cupping your cheek, so you look up at his face once again. “I can see it in your eyes...You missed me too. You don’t have to say it, because I already know.”

“I don’t miss you.” You moved his hand away, missing his heated touch on your cheek. Damn it..! “You’re a villain, you hurt my brother, and you keep - Keep stalking me! You broke into my house just to talk to me..!”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “You say that, but isn’t your brother a villain also? He’s the one that came to us...And hurting him, he didn’t make his side meet ours. We gave him time, but he was wearing us down, so we gave him a warning. I was just doing my job; you understand that...” He sighs, tilting his head to you. “And I only wanted to see if you were okay. I called you, texted you, but you only ignored me.”

“I’m doing fine without you, thank you.” You frowned. “And my brother isn’t a villain. He may do bad things, but he does it for the right reasons.”

“You can say that about us.” He hummed, scratching his jaw. “We do awful things, but we do it for the better.” Dabi sighs. “Look. I don’t want to fight, and I don’t want to talk about Hawks, I just want to be with you.” He suddenly pulled your body close to his, his hand placed at the back of your head. “Hold you...Kiss you...”

“Dabi...” You gripped his shirt, your walls breaking. “We can’t...What we did last time was...Was stupid. If Hawks catches us-”

“He won’t; I promise you that.” He gently gripped your hair to tilt your head up, nothing but his glowing eyes got your attention. “Stupid, huh? You didn’t seem it was stupid back then...” Damn him and that smirk! “...When you begged for me, cried for me, screaming my name out to the world, so everyone knew you were mine. Hah...You held onto me so tight...Like you thought I was going to leave.”

S-Stop...

“Come on, _____...I can feel your legs shaking. You miss me...You want me. I don’t want anyone else but you.” He lowered his head until his lips met your neck, a small whimper escaped your lips. “Oh, baby...” He groaned low; his voice shot to your core. “Don’t push me away, just...” He continued to kiss your neck; every kiss left you wanting more. He lowered his arms for his hands to be on your waist, letting your hips press together to feel his excitement - the throbbing of his cock which was begging for you.

“M-Mmm...” You felt your walls crumble, your hands running through his hair to pull him closer, feeling Dabi’s lips curling into a smile. “Dabi...” He groaned in response, gripping your waist. He loved it when you said his name, full of wanting and lust - It made him crave you more.

When you first met him, he just saw you as nothing, but a worthless person, a meat sack - You were Hawks’ younger sister, nothing special there or so he thought. You were scared of Dabi, but you always kept your head up and even helped him, letting him rest in your bed when he was hurt. He wanted some release one night, so he seduced you to lay in bed with him, never expecting a lustful night. After that he couldn’t stop thinking about you, he hated it - Dabi thought of hurting you but he couldn’t, his body and mind betraying him.

He kept seeing you again and again, until one night, your brother caught you two together; your body pinned to your bed with Dabi towering over you. ‘Come anywhere near her, and I’ll slice that decaying head off!!!’  Hawks thought the worst, but that's far from the truth - but neither of you said anything. You tried to warn Dabi, pushing him away but he couldn’t, he wanted you. He knew you did this because you worried about him, not wanting Hawk to see him with you again, but he didn’t care.

Dabi craved you, wanted you - It wasn’t about rough sex anymore, it was about being together.

Your body was now pressed against the wall of your living-room, your legs going around his waist to bring him closer, the villain letting out a low groan as his hands grabbed your thighs. “Baby...” He tilted his head to finally kiss you, loving how soft and sweet your lips tasted. “Mm...” One of your hands ran under his coat to feel every muscle on his back, gripping his shirt when he bucked into you. Your tongues started to dance together while you bucked into him, feeling his hard tip pressing between your legs.

“Mm...Bed.” Dabi growled, taking you to your bedroom, the only thing lit was the moon through the window. He sat you on your bed, his eyes looking over the heavy jacket. “Why are you wearing Hawks coat?”

“It was cold...” You pouted a bit, making the man grunt.

“Off. All of it.” He said as he slides off his coat. He watched you get up, taking off the jacket and the rest of your clothes. “Beautiful...But maybe this will be better.” He passed you his coat, making you slip it on your naked body. “Fuck...Now that is sexy.” He smirked, his eyes looking up and down you.

“S-Shut up...” You huffed, grabbing the edges of the coat to cover yourself, but his hands grabbed your wrists to show your bare body.

“Don’t. Don’t ever cover yourself...I love every part of your figure. The only thing it needs is more marks.” He smirked, kneeling in front of you to kiss your body. You watched him kiss and nibble your chest while his large hands cupped your ass, palming the mass which made you whine. “I see this one is still here.” He smirked, his tongue running along the burnt mark on your breast which he gave you a month ago - You gave him consent to mark you. “I want to leave more...I want people to know you’re mine. My baby...” Dabi groaned as his tongue ran along your stomach before biting your hip bone. “Mmm...Baby. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You couldn’t reply as he shoved you on the bed, your legs parted on the edge. “Dabi...W-” You gasped, feeling him biting your inner thigh. Your eyes flicked down, noticing he was looking back with his mouth still on you. “Hah...” You felt flicks of flame coming out of his mouth. “Fu...O-Okay...You can leave another mar-Nnh!” You gripped onto his hair when he sucked your thigh, letting out a cry when it started to burn. “Shit! Nnh! Dabi!” You bit your lip, hearing him groan when you gripped his hair tightly, the man not minding the pain. “Ah...Dabi. Nnh-” You gasped as one of his fingers ran along your slit.

“Fuck, baby. Did the pain excite you that much? You’re practically dripping.” He smirked against your skin, placing a soft kiss on the burnt mark - It stung, but you could manage. “I missed this pretty pussy...I forgot the taste...” His tongue ran around your pussy, the man, profoundly groaning as he continued. “Still good...Mmm...My pussy.” His tongue slipped between your walls, his tip going inside you. Fuck, you remember how good he was - He loved when you sat on his face, suffocating him with your whole body.

“Dabi-!” You moaned out his name, your hips grinding down on his face, biting your fingers to not be so loud. “Oh fuck...” Your mind was fogging up, only thinking about the man underneath you. If your brother knew he was here, he’d be furious - It was lucky he was on patrol tonight. “Mm...More - Oh god, more..!” By your command, his hands gripped your thighs and parted them more, his mouth attack you - like a hungry animal devouring meat. “Ah!” He sucked and licked at your walls, letting out low growls. “Dabi! Fuck..!” You gripped onto the bedsheets, letting out soft cries.

Yes, he loved it, he wanted more! He wanted you a begging mess by the end of the night. “Mmm...Yes, baby..!” He let one of his hands run down, unzipping his pants to let his cock breathe - he was suffocating. “Ah...” As his mouth continued, he palmed his heated cock, which twitched by his touch. Fuck, touching himself while eating you out was golden.

“P-Please, Dabi...I-I don’t want to come yet!” You whined. “I-Nnh...W-Want to come on your...Your cock..!”

Dabi slowly stopped, letting you relax from the lustful bliss. he slipped off his shirt as he towered over you, tilting your head up, so your faces were inches away. “Taste yourself on my tongue.” He pulled you in a kiss, tasting your juices on him, both of you moaning while your tongues slipped into each other's mouths. He soon pulled away, licking his lips as he pulled down his pants and boxers, his cock slapping against his build stomach. “Like what you see, baby?”

“Y-Yes, every time...” You smiled, grabbing him to pin him on the bed, his head against your pillows. “My turn...” You purred as you sat on Dabi’s lap, moving your hips against him - his cock slipping between your pussy lips. Fuck, he was so close to you.

“Mmm...Naughty baby.” He chuckled, his hand on your hip as he watched you rock back and forth. “I’ve rubbed off you, haven’t I?” He tilted his head up at you; your only reply was a giggle. “Fuck, you’re cute.” He groaned, feeling his tip brushed against your entrance but you didn’t let him slip in. “Oh, baby...You can’t tease a man like this.” He groaned out, bucking into you.

“Oh, but you can tease me?” You grinned, letting his tip inside you, but you didn’t lower yourself - continuing to rock your hips. He groaned louder, his nails digging into your pelvis. Fucking tease! “Mmm...You’re pulsing. When was the last time we did this?”

“Mm...Two weeks. Too long.” He muttered, flames flicked against his hands. “Ah-I’m sorry, baby...Forgive-” He slammed you down. “-Me! Fuck!” You both moaned, his cock throbbing inside you, feeling every vein and inch inside. Dabi could feel your walls, pulsing and squeezing him, it nearly made him come right then. “Fuck, baby...So tight.” You placed your hands on his broard chest, to steady yourself as you raised and lower your hips. “Mmm-Yeah. That’s it, baby...Ride this fucking dick, ngh...” He rested back as he watched you, his heart beating against his chest.

You were wearing HIS coat, moaning out HIS name while riding on HIS cock, and soon, you will be full of HIS cum.

The view made him groan, his hand gripping the pillow above him. “Baby...I’m so happy to have you.” He muttered, biting his low lip. “Mmm...Seeing you like this makes me the luckiest man in the world. Could a villain ask for a better girl?” You just replied with moans, steadily moving your hips, so his cock slipped inside your aching pussy. Shit, two weeks was long. “Tell me, baby...Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

“Ah...Hah...I-I’m thinking...You’re talking T-Too much.” You replied, letting out a cry when he slapped your thigh, a chuckle leaving his lips. “B-But...Oh god...I-I love your cock inside. It’s so big A-And thick...I could split in two.” Your nails dug into his chest. “I love when you call me baby...A-And moan, just for me...I-I don’t want you calling A-Anyone else baby.” Your speed increased. “Fuck..! Dabi...I-I love when you leave marks on me..! So I know W-Who I belong to..!” You cried out. “I-I belong to you! I-I belong to Dabi! I-I--”

“I love you!”

Your hips stopped by his hands on your hips, making you look down at him in panic. “What..?” His face went blank; his eyes bored into yours. “You love me?”

“I-I...” You stuttered, your body heating up with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have, I-”

“Again.”

“W-What?”

“Say it...Again.”

You swallowed. “I...I love yo-AH!” It was his turn to be dominant, his body towered over yours and pinned your hands on the bed with his fingers tangled with yours. “Ah-Dabi!” You moaned out, feeling him pound into you, but it wasn’t rough sex like the other times, no. It felt different...Passionate. He pulled you into a deep kiss as he continued, his nails lightly digging into your knuckles like you were going to fade away. “Mmm!”

“_____, Baby...Repeat it...Scream it out.” He breathed out, nothing in the room could bright as much as Dabi’s eyes - they pulled you in, only wanting his eyes on you. “I love you too, baby...Hah...My baby...My baby!” He growled, biting at your neck.

“Mm! D-Dabi - I love you! I-I love you so much!” You nearly sobbed out, holding onto his hands, his cock pressed in the right angle to make your toes curl. “O-Oh god! Don’t let me go! Please! Ah-I-I only want you, Dabi!” His body practically roared over you; blue flames were flicking along his back. “Nnh!! Come inside my pussy, M-Make me yours!”

“Yes, baby! Scream for me!” Dabi groaned, licking along the pulse on your neck. “I want to come in that little pussy-Hah...Fuck, fuck, baby!” His cock throbbed, knowing he’ll come soon - Shit, you were too! “Ahh, Keep squeezing me, baby! I’m going to pour every fucking bit of cum inside you!” The villain groaned, his hips slamming into you again and again.

His words shot through your body, shooting your head back as you came, your legs hugging his waist. “D-Dabi!!!”

“Baby!!!” Dabi moaned louder as he came, his cum shooting into your womb, feeling your body quake beneath him. “Nnh! Yes..!” He moaned, his head resting on your shoulder, both of you panting deeply, trying to ease the climax. “Mm...”

You rested there, letting Dabi rest on top you, your fingers still tangled together. Your body was shaking with ecstasy, Dabi calming you as he kissed your neck before going up to kiss your lips.

“I love you, _____...”

~~~

Your body stirred awake when you heard muffling and banging, groaning as you ducked your head under the blanket again. “Mmm...Damn light.” You opened your eyes into the darkness, thinking you heard the TV in the living room. “Fuck, brother...Ah!” Your body sat up, looking around the room. Dabi was gone, along with his clothing - He must have left before Hawk came back. “Mm...” Your fingers ran along the burnt mark on your inner thigh, already missing his touch.

“Siiiis, you awake?” Your brother banged on the door. “Make me some breakfast.”

“Ugh...Make it yourself..!” You groaned out as you got up, walking over to the mirror.

“But I just got back from woooork, how rude are you?” You knew he was pouting on the other side of the door.

You gasped, noticing you still had Dabi’s jacket on, feeling your face heat up. He must have left it because he didn’t want to disturb you sleeping. “F...Fine. Just let me shower first.” You said, before hearing your phone.

“Sweet, best sis ever..!”

You picked up your phone, seeing you got a message from Dabi, but you named him on your phone as ‘Bob from work’. You clicked on the message, seeing it was a picture of your sleeping form; hugging your pillow as you still wore his jacket with a message saying;

‘I need that back, baby

THE END!

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: the forest is your only escape from the everyday troubles with your family until you find danger lurking behind the trees. or rather, danger finds you. your fateful encounter with the vampire ravn leaves you wishing for a different life. you strike an unexpected deal with the stranger that will soon turn into something more…

pairing: vampire!ravn x reader

genre: vampire!au, angst, humour, romance, smut

warnings: blood mentions, betrayal, panic attack, secrets, sensual (?) biting, ravn could eat this girl raw and she’d probably thank him (but he’s being a gentleman, as usual), kink discussion, self-doubts, fears, lots of kissing, y/n recites poetry again, swearing (like twice), fingering, blowjob, possessiveness

word count: 2.4k

author’s note: i just wanted to give yall something nice before all hell breaks loose. enjoy

part one 🌙 part two 🌙 part three 🌙 part four 🌙 part five 🌙 part six 🌙 part seven 🌙 part eight 🌙 part ten🌙 part eleven 🌙part twelve 🌙 epilogue

The minute you opened the door to Ravn’s castle, your current home, you ran into his arms and started crying inconsolably.

“Y/N, what happened?” he asked you and stroked your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“You were right,” you choked out. “Leedo was that wolf…that werewolf who followed me.”

“Did he confirm it?” Ravn felt the need to know.

“Not really,” you admitted. “But when I mentioned that night, he said ‘so that’s what you did to escape’. He said it in such a way that I just knew it was him. You should have seen his face,” you explained and you shuddered at the thought.

“So you don’t have any material proof?”

You shook your head weakly.

“But I should have trusted you,” you insisted. “I was such an idiot.”

“Does he suspect you know he’s a werewolf?” your boyfriend completely ignored your momentary self-bullying because he was more concerned about your life being intact.

“I don’t think so,” you murmured anxiously. But he knew you had a boyfriend. And that you lived close to the forest. How could you tell Ravn that you’d accidentally let it slip? Your heart was beating so rapidly you feared it would come out of your chest any second. You were completely terrified. Not of being killed, no, that didn’t scare you in the slightest. Your biggest fear was disappointing Ravn. Letting him down would be worse than death itself, you thought.

“What are you not telling me?” Ravn whispered coldly.

“H-how did you know?” you asked, suddenly feeling so feeble and pathetic.

“I can hear your blood pumping faster in your veins. It’s a bit distracting, to be honest,” Ravn chuckled and caressed your neck teasingly.

“Are you hungry?” you didn’t want to neglect his needs.

“Don’t try to change the subject,” your boyfriend scolded you. “What are you keeping from me?”

You looked away from him guiltily and made a poor attempt at escaping his soft touch, but he held you down as swiftly as you’d tried to flee.

“Y/N…how am I supposed to know what I did wrong if you’re not talking to me?”

Oh, no. He thought he was the one at fault. How could you break his heart like this? You somehow gathered the courage to face him again.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Ravn,” you reassured him. “It is me who fucked up. I…told Leedo that I have a boyfriend and that we live close to the forest.”

Ravn swallowed nervously but didn’t interrupt you, instead choosing to let you finish.

“I didn’t tell him your name or that you’re a vampire,” you immediately defended yourself, without waiting to be attacked, trying to make it sound as if your mistake wasn’t that fatal. “And it’s not like I was bragging about you, it just slipped unintentionally, I swear!”

Ravn grabbed your arms. For a brief moment, you thought he would just get it over with. Nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

“Y/N, breathe,” he was trying to calm you down. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“But the ground rules…”

“Are for your safety rather than mine,” Ravn informed you. “I’ve lived hundreds of years. Even a whole pack of werewolves cannot scare me,” he smirked confidently and you had to confess, you found that very attractive of him.

“There has to be something that scares you. Everyone has fears,” you pointed out reasonably.

“The only thing that terrifies me is losing you,” your boyfriend ran a hand across your cheek.

“So, turn me,” you immediately offered a solution to his one fear. “If you make me like you, you will never have to lose me.”

Ravn pulled away from you.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said and added, jokingly. “And besides, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t like to spend eternity with me. It can grow very boring.”

“Don’t you trust me?” you teased him. “I would stay with you forever if given the chance.”

Ravn smiled softly.

“Well, it’s not up to you, is it?”

You huffed in annoyance but decided it wasn’t in your favour to act like a brat. You didn’t deserve anything. Not after what you had done…

“So…you’re not mad at me?” you inquired, testing the waters.

“Would you still be breathing if I were really mad at you?” Ravn joked in a gentle manner.

“Can’t argue with that one,” you sighed. “But seriously. I’m genuinely sorry for letting it slip that you live close to the forest. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something were to happen to you.”

“We,” he corrected you.

“Huh?”

“We live close to the forest. You shouldn’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. But can you? You need to work harder on your self-preservation instincts.”

“But I don’t need to. You can take care of me, instead,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, perfectly playing the damsel in distress role.

Ravn proved you wrong. With one brisk movement, he twirled you around and tightened his hold on you, his teeth dangerously close to your neck.

“You shouldn’t count on a cold-blooded animal like me to take care of you,” he hissed next to you. You would have trembled if you weren’t so embarrassingly turned on by his words. You simply closed your eyes, anticipating his fangs to pierce your neck. You were left with a shocking sensation of unfulfillment and disappointment when this didn’t happen.

“You’re such easy prey, it’s no fun,” Ravn complained and let go of you.

You gave him a sad and dissatisfied look.

“Do you want me to run around the castle like an idiot?”

“I’d rather you didn’t let me get away with using you for blood.”

You furrowed you brows in confusion.

“But…that was the initial arrangement?” you reminded him. “You let me stay, I let you drink from me.”

“I know that,” Ravn spat out, getting frustrated for some reason. “But the arrangement didn’t mention anything about a change in dynamics. We didn’t expect there’d be feelings involved.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“You’re my girlfriend. It isn’t right of me that I’m also using you as a food source.”

“But I like it,” you enunciated slowly.

“Why?” Ravn seemed sincerely dumbfounded by your admission.

“Why do you like drinking my blood?” you challenged him. “I just do, I don’t have a particular reason for it.”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes sarcastically.

“I like drinking your blood, because I’m a vampire, love. Or did you forget that?”

You chuckled idiotically.

“Semantics. Whatever the cause, why can’t we just both enjoy ourselves? And each other…”

Ravn shrugged.

“Since you’re making it so hard for me to resist you,” he groaned and dug his teeth into your neck without much warning. You didn’t need it, though. By now, you had grown accustomed to his primal instincts and the way he shifted so abruptly from calm and peaceful to lethal and animalistic. It was refreshing that even when he continuously surprised you, there was still a large part of him that just felt so…familiar. Like home.

A couple of minutes later, Ravn stopped feeding from you, leaving a sort of emptiness inside you. The sensation of giving him your blood felt so strangely intoxicating that sometimes you found yourself wishing it could last forever. However, you knew that wasn’t very sensible, because then, you’d bleed out to death. And you were certain neither you nor Ravn would enjoy that very much.

He pressed a piece of cloth against your neck to stop the bleeding and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. You looked up at him, completely awestruck by his cold beauty.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured apologetically, somewhat ashamed of his actions.

“What for? It’s only natural,” you responded quietly.

“Damnit, Y/N, there is nothing natural about my existence.”

“Stop,” you said, determined to change his mind.

Ravn simply blinked at you in confusion.

“Stop acting like I’m supposed to view you as some sort of monster, because you’re not,” you explained, getting aggravated by the way he disregarded himself. “There is no one else I’d rather be with than you. You’ve given me more than you could possibly imagine. You need to stop being so hard on yourself, okay? I wish every minute with you could last eternity, Ravn. So, please, stop saying such morbid things about your existence. If anything, I am grateful for it.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes filled with tears and for a short while he allowed himself to be vulnerable, let them fall down his cheeks like tiny raindrops. You didn’t know vampires could cry. And yet, why not? They were human once…Instead of saying anything, Ravn pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head in such a gentle way that made you feel so protected, so special. Then, he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you hid your face in his chest, feeling ever so small. When he laid you down, you could swear you were minutes away from melting into a puddle. His lips met yours halfway, eager to be closer, to get as much from one another as you possibly could.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured into your mouth and caressed your cheek gently.

“And you’re so cold,” you reminded him needlessly.

Ravn shrank away from your touch, his gaze pained; he was obviously offended by you pointing out how his freezing skin affected you.

“No, no, don’t take it the wrong way,” you were quick to reassure his anxiety. “I like that about you. Opposites attract, remember?”

Ravn seemed quite upset by your words. You had intended to ease his mind, but instead…you kept saying the wrong things.

“Would you not like me if I were human? If I were…warm?”

You shook your head.

“I would like you even if you were a volcano, as long as you’re still you. I mean…your personality,” you insisted.

“Really?” Ravn was surprised by the closest thing you’d come to a confession. “You’d stay?”

You nodded adamantly.

“Of course I would! But…there’s no way of finding out, right?” as far as you were aware vampirism was incurable.

“Right,” he confirmed curtly. “Now, where were we?”

You smirked and traced a line across his cheek with the help of your finger.

“Somewhere very, very nice,” you whispered. “My love is like to ice and I to fire.”

“You know your Spenser, my sweet love,” Ravn praised you and attacked your neck. Not with his fangs but with soft kisses. This was it, then? You were going to die from embarrassment.

“I do quite enjoy him, I admit,” you mumbled absent-mindedly.

“Oh? Tell me, darling, who do you enjoy more? Him…” Ravn pulled away from your neck, which caused you to whimper helplessly at the sudden emptiness you felt. “Or me,” and with that he returned his attention to you, sneaking a hand between your thighs. You were begging and moaning uncontrollably at this point, but because you were an incorrigible brat, you couldn’t help but tease him:

“I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it, maybe even do some research.”

“Research, huh?” Ravn chuckled and curled his long fingers inside of you. “Allow me to provide you with a primary source. To make your research more…hm…satisfying.”

“F-fuck,” you feebly let out the most corrupt sounds imaginable.

“That’s not very academic of you, love,” your boyfriend laughed into your neck, sending sudden vibrations to your body that further augmented your pleasure.

“I’m s-sorry,” you stammered.

“Sorry?” Ravn mocked you playfully. “Look at yourself, darling. You’re not sorry at all.”

You sneaked a peak at your already trembling legs and his beautiful arm discovering the secret realms between them. You cringed at your display of weakness, but the vampire immediately noticed your expression and made you feel comfortable again.

“Relax, love. Can you do that for me? Can you let yourself go, hm?”

You affirmed, eager to prove that you could do that, you could do anything he asked of you. Seconds later, you reached your high, coming all over his fingers, as he held you down with his lips still on your neck. You had seen galaxies in photographs but they were nothing like the galaxies you saw in front of your eyes in that brief moment, which slipped away as quickly as it had arrived.

“You…you’re trying to kill me,” you giggled.

“Au contraire, my darling, I would like you to lead a long, happy existence in my arms. If you allow me to take care of you, that is.”

“What, you expected me to say ‘no’ to that?” you continued laughing, eternally amused by the way he expressed himself.

“It pleases me immensely that you keep saying ‘yes’.”

You smiled smugly, an idea suddenly forming in your head.

“Now it’s my turn to make you say ‘yes’,” you told him and escaped his grasp swiftly, pushed him down onto the bed and began unbuckling his belt.

“You don’t h-have to…” Ravn spoke softly.

“Shut up. I want to,” you insisted and made your way downwards, planning on kissing every inch of him. Once you’d reached your final destination, you looked up at him, as if asking for permission to continue.

“What’s wrong?” Ravn asked you, visibly concerned.

“N-nothing, I’m just making sure you want me to…”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he blinked at you in surprise.

You didn’t press him for further information and gingerly licked the tip of his cock.

“S-shit,” Ravn groaned and held onto your hair tightly. You were shocked to find out his action thrilled you. You glanced up to see his eyes half-shut. You wrapped your lips around his length and did your best to bring him as much pleasure as he’d given you. He whimpered beneath your touch, which would have caused you to smirk if your mouth wasn’t so full. You moved your head up and down, aiming at fastening your pace and it wasn’t long before he warned you that he was close and that you might want to pull away. However, you had quite different intentions and stayed put, swallowing every last drop of him.

“You look like a vision,” Ravn told you.

You blushed and giggled simultaneously because you very much doubted the validity of his statement.

“I’m literally a mess right now,” you pointed out.

“But you’re mine,” Ravn responded, the hint of possessiveness making you feel more desired and needed than ever. “You’re my beautiful mess.”

To be continued…

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Kneecap Day - Floyd

(better title TBD) This piece is in celebration of two different events! First of all: happy kneecap day to @brutal-nemesis! Thank you for the inspiration this event has given so many of us. Second of all: this is my happy anniversary piece to the Persistence series, which I posted the first part of last year on this date! I seriously can’t believe this story has been in progress for so long already, and thank you to all of you who have supported me through it. Alright. Without further ado, here’s the masterlist for everything else, and this happens further in the future than anything I’ve already written, the closest being the branding. 

Content warnings: creepy/intimate whumper, suggestions and implications of dehumanization (not quite the purpose, but just to be safe), dislocated joints and realigning them, starvation mentions, and general cruelty and unfairness. ————————————

Mud splattered all across Floyd’s backside when he collapsed from the sheer dizzying force of the slap.

“You get on your knees when you’re told,” Percival snarled, leaning over him and pulling on the leash as he scrambled to sit up. “There is no hesitation. There is no unspoken question. There is no disobedience. A direct order is to be followed immediately, you understand?”

“Aah, I understand- I understand I just- sir, please, the ground is muddy here-”

“Do you think I’d tell you to kneel if I didn’t know what the consequences would be?” A tilt of the head, a rhetorical question.

“I was- I was acting in your best interest, I promise,” Floyd shuddered at his words, but he couldn’t risk anything else. This was his decision to obey, get off easy for the time being, make it through this as quickly as possible, and minimize the consequences when it was finally over.

“You think you know better than I do now, Benedict?” Percival smiled, humor dancing in his eyes. “Oh, dear, I know you’re not that stupid.”

“No! I… these clothes are- they’re so nice, I wanted to show you- I- I’m-” He couldn’t spit out the ‘grateful’ fast enough, but his tormentor understood well enough.

“And yet you’ve gone and ruined them.” Percival sounded disappointed and Floyd flushed in embarrassment, but there was something else in there too. Frustration stirred at the unfairness of it all.

“I’m sorry!” He really was.

“If you loved them so much then maybe you should’ve steadied yourself after a single slap.” 

“You- you ha-aven’t let me eat in three days! What did you expect?!” Anger seeped into Floyd’s voice, but he couldn’t be bothered to stop it. Percival bristled at the change in tone.

“I expected a little more respect toward the hand that chooses to feed,” he snapped, “especially since allowing you to kneel would have been a generous mercy, had you taken the opportunity. I’m sure neither of us wanted you to collapse today, and yet here we are.” 

“Maybe I wouldn’t have fallen if you actually gave a single damn about me!” Floyd yelled, voice cracking around the curse he knew he shouldn’t have said.

“Oh? You don’t think I care for you, is that it?” Venom pooled in Percival’s words. He sank down, straddling Floyd’s chest and letting his own knees sink into the mud. A rough hand cupped his cheek. 

“I… I-”

“I’ve taught you more about yourself than you ever could have figured out on your own. I found the potential within you that you never could. I am making you, Benedict Floyd.” He paused as the man in question shuddered against his grip. “Don’t you think that’s caring enough?”

Before he could even register the tension, Floyd snapped. He smacked Percival’s hand off his face, shoving frantic elbows into his chest and kicking wildly until he slid free, scrambling back as far as the leash would allow. Even then he pulled back against it, settling into an unsteady crouch and meeting Percival’s eyes again. 

He saw the mounting fury there held back by careful patience, but Floyd wouldn’t have been able to hold himself back even without that hesitancy. Words bubbled up and spilled forth faster than he could find the strength to control them. 

“Right, right, because that’s all you see me as, isn’t it? I’m s-something for you to control, to teach, to- to parade around like-” he sobbed, unable to breathe or speak for several seconds, “-parade like a fucking- fucking animal, and you’re so goddamn proud of yourself-”

“Hey now, I-” Percival warned, and Floyd cut him off.

“You do not get to make me. You don’t- don’t deserve to make me. You don’t know me, you never even tried to- to- to talk to me... you saw the potential I had and... decided that’s all that I am.

“I have tried- so hard to find myself. Have you- have you ever lost yourself before? Have you been told that your body is not your own, you are worth only as much as you can work, you are not worth the investment of basic necessities, and- and- you don’t understand. It took years to understand I could be something. Something more than what I was made to be. I took the time, I-I found my truth, I had only just begun living it, and I spent far too long lost in my own mind to just let you pull me under again.

“You hurt and hurt and hurt and you say I’m learning, that I’m- I’m better off, that I’m good for you! The only thing I’ve fucking learned here is how much hurt I can bear before I black out, how hard you can push me before I break! 

“...you... you broke me, Percival, sir. Is that what you want to hear? Is that what you want from me? Do you- do you want to know that you’re the one person who has hurt me the most, finally pushed past my limits? 

“F-fine, then. Look at the mark you burned into my chest and know that everything you’ve done has broken me beyond belief, and- and you’ll probably do it all over again and I can’t stop you. But when all is said and d-done, don’t you fucking dare believe for a second that you built me.”

.

..

...the world held still for a few, blissful moments where Floyd felt good. Percival’s eyes narrowed and he did not turn away, did not flinch, did not fall to his knees. 

Percival approached and Floyd rose shakily to his full height, swaying with the dizziness that took him, but standing his ground. When he came face to face with his captor, craning his neck up to see him fully, Floyd didn’t step back up against the wall waiting for him. He didn’t have to. 

Percival shoved him up against it himself, a hand on his forehead to keep his head grinding painfully against the bricks while the other held him in a choking embrace, pulling the leash down between his shoulder blades. 

“Hmm, such a pity. You could have looked so much prettier for your backslide. If only...”

“What-hgk!” A jerk on the leash silenced him as Percival kept on, anger darkening his tone.

“Did you really think all that just now was how you’d been this entire time? Just a free spirit locking himself up of his own will until he could run free again? I didn’t see you slipping shackles over your wrists or heating the brand of your own free will, did you?

“None of this has been a choice for you, Benedict. You fail to see that just because you didn’t recognize something doesn’t mean I didn’t do it. And you have to understand that, no matter what you think, if you aren’t controlling my actions, then you aren’t in control. I broke you, yes, but I’ve also built you up in ways you will only realize when they come to fruition. And when they finally do, you will thank me for what I’ve done.”

“Fff-fuck you,” Floyd sputtered, a last, hateful resort.

“...in any case, I’m not sure you’re even worthy of kneeling at my feet right now.”

Percival’s foot connected with his knee and it buckled immediately. Floyd gasped and fell, but the leash held his limp body up as Percival kicked again, repeatedly smashing metal toes into his battered knees. Pain tore up his leg, flaring with each subsequent kick and suddenly something was wrong. A sickening pop ricocheted through his body, and his vision went white when the next kick did the same to his other leg. He couldn’t scream, he couldn’t breathe, but he was finally allowed to crumple to the ground. 

A hand in his hair righted him, briefly him leaning forward on bent knees that he could hardly feel through the blinding agony. Percival was saying something that he couldn’t hear over his own screams, throwing him on his back and holding him down by his shoulders as he writhed.

“Stop, stop stop- hAAAHH! Off, get off get off it HURTS!”

He felt hands on his legs, pulling them flat against his struggles until he went limp and darkness nearly claimed him. Floyd faded in and out of consciousness, gasping for breath around whimpers and cries, somehow finding the energy to shake his head when Percival ordered him to submit. 

A foot smashed down on his knee and he lost himself in the pain, coming to when a cold touch smacked across his cheek. Percival’s muddy hand smoothed back over it--that was certainly going to bruise at this rate--forcing a shiver through him.

“Nnh, nnhhh-“ he groaned, still weakly trying to throw off the people holding him down. 

“Really?” Percival sounded so far away now. “Are you really going to throw away all our progress just like that? Just for some sad, prideful ideal?”

“Wh- hhhhnn… what progress?”

“Oh come now, you can’t deny all the work we’ve done with you. You said it yourself already. I broke you, and I’ll do it again.”

“Yehh- yes, I- but- hhhhh-“

“My darling Benedict,” Percival said, voice in his ear now, a low murmur that made his blood run cold, “I don’t think you understand the predicament you’re in right now. I could leave you like this, you know: leave you to starve with your legs twisted completely out of place, and make sure nobody will ever find you. I could ruin your legs permanently, drag you everywhere else for the rest of your miserable life. I could make this so, so much worse. Is that what you want?”

Floyd almost forced himself to nod, but he was trembling in fear, breath hitching at the mere thought of anything like that…

“Y-you wouldn’t.” He made himself to swallow down cries, slur out weak defenses. “Would nhh- would never. Like me too much f’r that.”

“Oh, I bet I could stop liking you long enough to get the job done. Don’t doubt that, sweetheart.” A warning in a teasing, lilting tone. Floyd was too out of it to even question if that was the truth. “I’ll ask again. Will you submit to me and take back those words, or will you accept one of my many alternatives?”

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as he squeezed them shut, lips pressed together to hold back the refusal on the tip of his tongue. 

“I… I’ll s-submit, sir.”

Percival didn’t give a response, humming affirmingly and running a wet hand through Floyd’s hair, the other still resting firmly on his shoulder.

“Emil,” he called out to one of his crew members, probably nearby, probably one of the ones holding Floyd down, “how are you feeling?”

He slipped out of coherence again before he could catch the other man’s response, only vaguely aware of the people moving and shifting around him to make room, the person crouching over his legs, placing careful hands on his knees, feeling the dislocation in each one. 

Floyd snapped back to consciousness when he felt a strong presence grip his knee, a horrible sensation that became a grinding, moving pain until something clicked. The pain died down immediately, now only a throbbing soreness. The invasion left for a minute and he basked in the slight relief. Then it was back in his other knee, moving, pushing against his will, and snapping into place again. Floyd let out a shaking sigh, the effects radiating through him so much more bearable than what they had been just previously.

“Thh- thank-” Floyd snapped his mouth shut, finally registering what he was about to say on instinct. He was too slow, though, as he heard Percival’s delighted laugh above him.

“Only proving my point for me, Benedict. Come on, we’ve still got plenty to get done today. We’ll continue this conversation later. In private.” The twinkling smile as Percival pulled Floyd to his shaking feet was as comforting as a threat, and it really might as well have been one at that point.

Floyd tilted his head into the hand settled over the back of his neck, rubbing right under the collar where the feeling was near heavenly, and tried to pretend it was a choice. 

He wasn’t sure he’d be able to live with himself otherwise.

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happy birthday katsuki! despite it being such a joyous occasion, i wrote something pretty down in the dumps. i dont wanna explain the plot and hope you all understand it, or not, doesnt matter as long as it made u feel something cause i felt nothing writing this. i tried making it more realistic than fiction and im pretty proud of it.

prompt was taken from @daily-prompts

thanks for beta reading @savnofilter @kingtamakimurder !

other tags: @mci-writing @lady-bakuhoe @mutantjournalist @assortedanime

warning(s): its kinda depressing, angst, smut, fwb, drugs (not too much)

‘when is it ok to steal something?’ - bakugo katsuki x (fem)reader

you didn’t know when you started noticing it all. but you did, whether you liked it or not. the way that the newspaper cut outs would hang lazily off his dull yellow walls, the gravity forcing them to bend over like worshipers. or the way that the green big grenades on his desk were more roughed up than you were with the drugs in your system. or the way that his left calloused hand was always so tightly held onto your waist, leaving bruises for the next day as memories, while his right robotic one barely ghosted your skin, as if he was trying not to accept the truth. 

but the biggest thing you noticed was how empty everything was inside of him. you believed that you didn’t have any choice but to notice these things, because you were constantly only being fucked doggy style, never to face him and only the blank sheets beneath you. or maybe because it was to distract you from the cold droplets of water that would rain onto your back in small amounts. he always cried and maybe that’s why he never wanted you to face him, to never see how his tears pulled out his broken soul for you to see.

it was always like this, and each time, you would never get closer. you’d meet him in the parking lot near your apartment. it was a big and lonely parking lot, the streetlamps barely working as they flicked on and off, like the universe was sending you a morse code. he would always be ten minutes late no matter what time you would reach. maybe it was because he wanted to guarantee your existence, to know that you’ll be there waiting for him, like he was scared that if he showed his eagerness, it would make you run away.

was he even eager to ever meet you? you wouldn’t really care, not because he was a good fuck and gave good prices for your drugs, but because you couldn’t. he was always a mirage, there for you to see but not touch and despite how hard he would rut his hips against your ass, he could never be close enough to capture.

there was never any time for ‘talking’. he always got straight to the point once he picked you up. smoking a few blunts in his living room before taking off both of your clothes and proceeding to his bedroom. neither of you would ever mutter a word yet you both knew what each other wanted. it was a ritual now. you always picked the easiest clothes to take off, not even bothering to wear a bra, and he liked it that way. most boys would, they’d find it hot and alluring, always aroused with how you planned to get down. but bakugo liked it because it meant he would spend less time close to you. it would mean he would have to use his prosthetic arm less.

you felt like you knew nothing about him. or maybe you knew too much to be true. the news paper cut outs would be all about the pro-heroes’ stories. deku, uravity, red riot, grand and many more. but most of them were about all-might. at first, you would’ve thought that he was just a fan boy and loved to keep track on the hero society. but the more times you came over and looked at them, the more you realised that they were pinned up so wrong. they were hung with sorrow and regret, pins in the wrong positions like he was playing darts while drunk. why did he do that? why did he pin them up with more pain than joy? was he actually drunk or was his past controlling his future?

it was amusing to you, the way he would make you feel so good and satisfied yet so lost and yearning. you weren’t even yearning something for yourself, rather for him. no matter how hard or how longed you yearned, you could never understand what it was for, and neither did he. of course, you never asked him about it, because the first few times you did, either you were told to leave or he would just straight up ignore you.

however, this night was different. you were going to hold your ground against him and find out the truth, because while it felt so good to be filled by his warm actions, it was all so empty and felt like there was no purpose as time went on. maybe this new found confidence was due to having the pro-hero deku walk by you on the street during patrol, or maybe because you wanted to desperately know what was on the photo frame that he always put down before giving into your urges.

“katsuki!” you moaned softly, moaning as he pressed a searing hot kiss against your neck, smoke gliding out of his mouth and tickling your chin as his hands massaged your ass.

you had gotten to the use of the cold metal of his prosthetic hand against your skin, in fact you found it slightly pleasing of the contrast in temperatures of both of his hands. maybe that’s why he kept you around; you were the only one who accepted him like that without questioning it. you couldn’t care to question it, you were a quirkless girl in a quirk filled world, nothing was shocking anymore. besides, you found it kind of cool. if only you knew how cursing it was.

the night was hot and urgent, the both of you were tearing each other’s clothes as you sat atop his lap on the sofa in the living room. the cheap material of the sofa dug into your knees as you grinded against his hard and restrained boner, moaning against his cheek, not caring for the sweat that accumulated on his forehead. you both had never kissed. it was one of the two rules that he had put from his side. no kissing, and no facing him. you had respected them as he respected yours, but the time you both spent together wanted you to be a rebel and break down those walls.

you giggled softly, the feeling of your high running through your body like silk on freshly shaven skin overriding your usual thoughts and stresses as you heard the familiar tear of your panties, a rough mark being left behind on your skin.

“you’re giving me the next 10 grams free, that was expensive, katsuki” you whispered, tugging on his hair as he growled softly at your name, leaving rough kisses against your collarbone and breasts.

katsuki liked having you around. you didn’t talk too much, didn’t question the mess of his room and silently adored his prosthetic arm, no matter how much he hated it. you were simple and not demanding yet you could pull out so many explicit moans from him. but the most important part is that you didn’t push about the tears that always seemed to find their way onto your bare back. you were comforting, almost too comforting that at times it alarmed the scared animal in his heart.

after sharing a few more rounds of blunts and hickeys, you felt the familiar nudge of his arms, his signal to tell you to go on all fours, never to face him for the rest of the night. but something inside of you stirred up, almost like you were being controlled from an outside force. you found your hands pinning his against the backrest of the sofa, a confused look shooting through his red eyes, his blonde eyebrows furrowing underneath his matching hair.

he moved to speak up but you cut him off, “please, just for tonight. i promise, i won’t judge, just please.”

you didn’t realise you were closing your eyes tight until you saw the sudden intrusion of red and blonde in your vision once his gruff answer snapped them open.

“why?”

least to say, bakugo was nervous. he had never felt this nervous since his surgery day. he couldn’t even believe you made him nervous, it was so stupid to him. his younger self wouldn’t be as nauseous as he is now, but then again, lots had changed and he wasn’t like him anymore.

“your face is just so pretty, i wonder how much prettier it gets with tears falling down” you muttered, holding his face in your palms as your thumbs brushed his cheekbones.

you were so close to him, much to close for his liking. well at first, it was too close, but he soon recognized the spike in his heart was the fact that he was exhilarated by your statement. he knew that you knew he cried, and he felt too ashamed to show you. but there was no hiding now, there was no point.

despite the soft blush that adorned his cheeks and the furrowing of his brows, he kept his face the same. it was like he had the inability to change his face, like he was wearing those clay face masks that would restrict movement. it was the expression of when you get laid-off from a job that you worked so hard for and was praised by your bosses for.

you nearly thought that you ruined the night as he backed his face out of your hands, his eyes looking elsewhere. now it was your turn to be nervous. the air was so still, unlike his red eyes as they tried to look for something to lock onto, to anchor him and help him make his decision.

“fine” was all you heard before you felt him lift you up slightly, aiding him and standing on your knees as he shifted his sweatpants and boxers down, his eyes still not on yours.

you couldn’t comprehend what happened, not only because of how surprising his reaction was, but because of how less time he gave you before slipping his cock into your wet hole. the action was so simple yet so satisfying, just like you.

“katsuki!” you moaned loudly, your fingers going over the small scars that littered around his undercut till they reached his blonde top, pulling on them.

it was hot and desperate, the way that he would quickly get to work on your nipples as he would thrust up into you and how you would roll against his hips, tugging on his hair and nipping on his ears. you fully understood how much you had been missing out on, how close it finally felt. the way that his arms would snake up against your back, pulling your chest closer to his face, even managing to angle his cock deeper. there was just one bridge left to cross and it was the man himself below you.

he was thankful for how loud your moans were to cover up his sniffles, and it was an odd feeling as his cold tears raced down your chest to your belly rather than on your back. and like before, you weren’t going to ignore this.

and like before, it didn’t feel like they were your actions as you had tugged his face up, connecting his lips to yours before he could say anything to stray you away. his lips were chapped and motionless against yours and you tasted the saltiness of his tears that had reached the cavern. it was so hot yet empty, just like him.

“what the fuck, y/n?” he asked, the nature of the words contrasting from how soft his voice was and how tired his eyes looked.

neither of you noticed how both of you stopped, the lust gone just like the rules that you had broken. if you could describe his face in terms of a colour, it would be grey. it was so sullen, tear marked and conflicting, just like thunderstorms.

“who are you, bakugo katsuki?” you asked, hands gracing his bare collarbones as you searched his face for answers. but it wasn’t like you were going to find any, because there weren’t any. hopefully one day though, you could make some for him, or at least he hoped that.

he completely ignored your question, sighing softly as he rested his forehead on your chest, not bothering to clear up his eyes.

“tell me, y/n, when is it okay to steal something?”

when was it okay to steal something? maybe it was okay when people got what they wanted through injustice manners. or maybe if it was something needed for an emergency, of course not that the cost of others. but then again what was stealing? poets would call it love, judges would call it a crime, thieves would call it a life.

you had so many answers that you didn’t want to say any, because what if the other was a better choice? so you stayed quiet, letting him fill the silence this time.

“tell me, y/n, when was it okay to steal my parents? when was it okay to steal my arm? when was it okay to steal my fucking life?”

the pain that rippled through your body was enough to ignore the snot and the buckets of tears that fell down your chest. in fact, it was too much, making your own eyes water, your hands instinctively rubbing his warm and firm back. who was he? the answer was too broad. too complicated. too scarring. it was all about him and nothing about him.

you didn’t mind the way that he gripped your arms, because the bruises would be nothing compared to what he went through. so, you pulled him close to you, letting him shake against you and cry against your neck.

bakugo didn’t know why he was opening up to someone like you. you both were just supposed to be fuck buddies, nothing else, and yet you had broken him down, and he fell voluntarily. maybe it was because of your quirklessness, or how observant and patient you were with him. but like many other unknown answers that night, it couldn’t matter to him, because you understood or at least wanted to. he needed you.

he needed a reason to live again.

[alitaimagines]

“I’ve always been told, one day I’ll find someone who changes my mind but when they come along, I won’t think twice cause I already good thing with me, yeah I got everything I dreamed.” 

note: still looking for more MHA and Haikyuu!! character suggestions!! this is a bit long but I had fun with it so that’s why. if you want another anime with this scenario, dead ass lemme know, I’ll do it. 

them seeing you with someone else after your break up:

Sakusa Kiyoomi: you end up with Bokuto 

the reason why you probably ended up with Bokuto was because of Sakusa’s germaphobic tendencies. 

with Sakusa not really being into going out much, the options of where to go out on dates was v. limited. you would offer to just go to a park and walk around, somewhere in the park that didn’t have a lot of people in the park but he didn’t like the idea and shot it down. 

it got to the point where you got tired of him constantly shooting down your date ideas and you were tired of having to bend over backwards for him and just broke it off. 

was Sakusa hurt? probably. but you tried to let him down smoothly and even tried to remain friends but he didn’t like that and cut complete contact with you. 

a few years passed when you ran into someone at a bakery. he had black and silver hair and the brightest personality you had ever seen. some stuff and things happened and you got his name and number. 

Bokuto had told you that he played professional volleyball and your mind immediately thought of Sakusa. you didn’t pay much attention to it so when Bokuto begged you to attend one of his games, he gave you a spare jersey and front row tickets. 

the professional volleyball scene was something someone had to experience at least once in their life. the crowd, the players, everything was turned up to eleven and it had been one of the funnest nights you had in a while. 

you had waved at Bokuto a few times but Sakusa hadn’t seen the interactions. it wasn’t until after the game when you met up with Bokuto when Sakusa realized everything. 

“hey Sakusa, how are you?” you asked him as Bakuto gave you a look, “you know him?” the owl eyed boy asked, “yeah, we dated in high school and bit in college but I guess you can see what happened,” you mentioned. 

Sakusa remained silent as Bokuto waved off the small jealousy, “it’s nice to see you again,” was all Sakusa said before heading to go take a shower. 

being that Sakusa and Bokuto had their social media accounts, he would see what went on that night and the photos he posted with you. videos of the two of you at a club with a few other players were on Bokuto’s Insta story but he couldn’t say anything. it had been years since the two of you broke up and it wasn’t his place. 

did it sting? yeah but what was it to him. he just had to deal that his teammate was now dating someone he once loved and that was that on that. 

Haiba Lev: you end up with Kenma

oh, your break up with Lev probably had to do with his modeling career. your schedules didn’t add up and the two of you hardly seen each other. it was a lack of time and it was a mutual break up.

Lev was hurt that you were no longer with him but he understood that his career didn’t make time for you. he was upset and Alisa tried to introduce him to other girls but they weren’t you. 

Lev probably thought of you as his first and only love. 

as for you. you rekindled your relationship with Kenma out of genuine accidents. you would end up at the same stores Kenma would be at and the two of you exchanged numbers. one thing led to another and he added you onto his team.

the two of you tried to hide the relationship for a while and it worked for a bit but you knew that the relationship was going to get more serious and it was best to rip the bandaid off before it became too late. 

the fans of Kenma loved the two of you together. even if you weren’t together, you would end up on his streams every so often and just watch him play whatever game it was while answering questions, giving him playing advice, or even trying to learn how to the play the game he was playing. 

one day out of pure curiosity, Lev checked out one of Kenma’s streams. he had a bit of down time and wanted to see how successful his former teammate was. 

for a while, the stream was normal. Kenma was playing Minecraft and Lev was engrossed in the stream until he noticed the door opened. the stream went mute until a baby pink gamer chair was pulled up and you sat down next to him. 

Lev’s eyes widened as you gave Kenma a kiss and offered him advice on his Minecraft word (I’ve never played it before so ignore my ignorance). Alisa was able to see Lev’s sudden change in mood and looked over to see what caused it. when she made the connection, she sighed knowing her brother was probably going to be upset for a few hours now. 

she called off the rest of the photoshoot they were doing and told Lev to head home. all Lev could think of was how you would hold him the way you were holding Kenma. you ran your fingers through his long hair while answering questions from the fans.

Lev knew you weren’t a gamer. he tried to get you to play video games with him but you always denied but as he watched the stream, you would grab the controller from Lev and do something every so often.

fate was a dumb thing, Lev thought. the love of his life was happy in another relationship and there was not a single thing he could do. he knew he could always find another girl but none of them amounted to you. 

Kuroo Testurou: you end up with Yaku 

this man was a WHORE in college. am I wrong? No. I don’t take criticism. he probably dated you during your time in college and during that time, he thought of you as another fling but that wasn’t exactly your thought on the relationship. 

the cause of the break up was probably because he cheated on you. you were done with him and you absolutely disgusted by his actions during your relationship. 

the way you dealt with that was by you going over seas to teach. under some odd circumstances, you happened to land a teaching gig in Russia and there you met Yaku. you didn’t have the slightest clue that those two were friends nor did Yaku ever bring it up. 

you found it odd how you ended up in another relationship with someone in the volleyball world but maybe that was your type. a relationship with Yaku was completely different than being with Kuroo. he prioritized your relationship and even offered to have you hold some position with the Cheegle’s so the two of you wouldn’t be apart for so long. 

you admittedly accepted it and taught the kids of the players who happened to travel along with him. Yaku was over the moon because of it and not even a year and a half in, the two of you married. it was super sudden but you said yes and held the ceremony back home.

because of the ceremony, it was like an unsanctioned Nekoma reunion. Lev, Kenma, Yamamoto, Taketora, and of course, Kuroo attended the marriage. Kuroo hadn’t gotten the fancy wedding invitation with your photo on it but he texted Yaku a few days before for the venue address.

the ceremony was huge but the thing that stopped Kuroo dead in the tracks was the huge photo of the two of you in the front of the venue. it was from your engagement photoshoot and it was like Kuroo’s life had turned upside down. the two of you being together, nevertheless married, was not what he seen coming. 

Nekoma players had a table separated for just them and their partners and when you both finally made rounds to thank everyone for coming, your eyes widened at the sight of your ex boyfriend sitting next to Lev. the two of you stare at each other, you with mild disgust and Kuroo with genuine surprise. 

the both of you figured it was best not to mention the past between the two of you to Yaku being that it was your wedding and the mention of a past relationship at this point was useless. you put your pride aside and quickly thanked Kuroo for coming to the wedding. 

what didn’t stop you was basically showing off your happiness with Yaku. this was your last hoorah before you completely shut Kuroo out of your life for good and made sure to kiss Yaku in the most civilized yet slightly sexual way. 

Kuroo was happy for the two of you because he knew Yaku was giving you the life you craved with him at some point. Kuroo was not ready to settle down yet however seeing you happily married kind of kicked him into gear. his bachelor days would have to end eventually and in the back of his mind, he thought that maybe he made a mistake by fully pushing you away. 

Oikawa Tooru: you end up with Kageyama 

oh how fate worked in such weird ways, right? the two of you went to Seijoh together and when he left for Argentina, the two of you had to break it off. neither of you wanted to do distance and as much as that hurt, you were the one who made the first move and broke it up with him. 

Oikawa was BIG HURT but knew this was the right choice. the two of you tried to keep contact with each other but considering he lived and played in another part of the fucking world, the time never worked out and eventually, you both just gave up. 

okay so you met Kageyama when played with Schweiden. you were a reporter who happened to oh so catch the eye of Kageyama and he personally seeked you out after every game. what Kageyama thought would be a small fling was actually more of a crush. 

Kageyama finally grew a pair and asked you out. the two of you dated for about the time he played for the Adlers and up until he went to play in Italy. he asked you to come with him knowing that you were probably the only one he could ever see himself with and you agreed. 

the move to Italy was odd but you and Kageyama made it work. you got to know who his friends were in high school and that’s when Oikawa came up. when you broke the news that you used to attend Seijoh and actually dated Oikawa during your three years. he was admittedly surprised and even though there wasn’t any animosity, a pang of jealousy and hatred was still there and in the end, Kageyama snagged his girl and with that, he was hella proud. 

again under weird circumstances, the two of you ended up in Japan for a a volleyball thingy and with that, Oikawa had to be in attendance. 

you weren’t harboring feelings for Oikawa anymore and although you were 100% in love with Kageyama, seeing Oikawa made your heart race out of nervousness. you ended up dating his former enemy and you had no idea how he would take that. 

after Kageyama introduced you to his former teammates and his best friend, all of you sat down to talk amongst each other. you heard stories on top of stories of how Kageyama was like at Karasuno but what you weren’t prepared for was when you finally met up with Oikawa again.

you and Kageyama were secretly making out in the parking lot after the dinner thingy. he had you pinned up against the car and literally initiating sex right there but what stopped the two of you was the familiar voice to the two of you. Oikawa had sang Kageyama’s name and when Kageyama looked to see his former enemy, Oikawa’s eyes immediately shot at you. 

“are you the two of you?” Oikawa asked you as you nodded, “Kageyama and I? yeah, we are,” you replied extremely flustered, “how?” Oikawa asked again.

“we met when I played for Schweiden,” was all Kageyama said before he whispered to you to get in the car. you did what he asked and waved Oikawa off as the two men stared each other down. 

no matter how much those two grew up, there would still be that small animosity between them and like Kageyama had previously mentioned, he won Oikawa’s girl and for the moment, Kageyama finally one upped him. 

neither of them thought of you as some competition but Oikawa was still kinda in love with you so seeing you nearly having sex with Kageyama so openly, it triggered that small high school feeling. 

tsukishima kei: you end up with Nishinoya

an odd pairing?? I know but when I was looking for gifs, those two oddly came up a lot together so I ran with it. okay back to what I was saying, you must’ve dated Tsukki in college, homeboy was not dating during his Karasuno years. 

the two of you were probably going really strong together but when an opportunity arose for you to go to Italy to do some interning there, you accepted and Tsukki was less than pleased. he thought it was irresponsible of you to make such a huge decision without his mild input. 

that decision caused for the two of you to fight like there was no tomorrow and broke up because of it. Tsukki thought what you did was irresponsible and you didn’t think it was that big of a deal. with that, you left for Italy and had no intention of paying mind to Tsukki or the argument. 

you met Nishinoya at a market. the two of you were in the same city as you interned in the same place Noya was fishing for Marlins at. you were picking up a few things for your apartment and your roommate at the time wanted you to get her a fish for her to cook later in the day. when that happened, you caught Noya’s eye and the two of you got to talking. 

his vibrant attitude was a complete 360 from Tsukki and even though he wasn’t exactly your type, you gave Noya a chance and managed to actually fall in love with him rather quickly. because of that, Noya managed to keep in contact with Tanaka and he found out. during that time, Karasuno was holding a get together for former players, brought to you by Daichi and Suga. 

you thought of the reunion as a way to visit everyone back home while Noya just wanted to see Tanaka and a few others again so the two of you went. again, you had no idea that Tsukki and Noya knew each other and when the day of the reunion came up, the three of you were S H O O K. the entire team was tbh. 

Tsukki probably never lost his smart mouth and when he seen that you were with Noya, you were ready to fight the 6′0 man without any consequences when he made a comment in passing. Noya had the mediate the entire interaction and said that the past was the past and you were with him now and Tsukki had no business in something that no longer included him. 

in the back of his mind, Tsukki knew what Noya was saying was right but his insecurities and ego wouldn’t let him back down. Noya loved you and although Tsukki was technically his friend, he was going to pick you over Tsukki any day of the week and the three of you probably had to end up being separate tables. 

because everyone was of age and there was alcohol being provided, you and Noya def got drunk along with Tanaka and admittedly Yachi and Hinata. the lot of you drank like there was no tomorrow and while Tsukki wanted nothing more than to continue his smart comments, he knew it was best to drop it and watched as you and Noya drank and danced together. 

Yamaguchi was able to tell that his best friend was hurting in the inside but he knew if he said anything, he would earn a smart comment. every time you and Noya kissed, Tsukki would make a disgusted face or straight up gag but anyone could tell that Tsukki was HELLA jealous. 

finally when the reunion ended, everyone who got drunk got sent to their hotels in cabs as you and Noya were basically blacked out and not even in the right stage to be driving home. you were hanging onto Noya as he placed kisses all over your face while you waited for the cab to arrive. 

Tsukki wanted to apologize for his actions but by the time he got to you and Noya, the two of you were already in the cab, probably making out and trying to get home as fast as possible. his mind wandered to the nights where you and him would go home drunk and do exactly what you and Noya were probably planning on doing. 

in the end, Tsukki knew there was no chance that you and him would ever become friends and in a way, he liked that. he was glad that you and Noya were living in another part of the world because it gave him enough time to get over you and find someone else. overall, the break up was rough but Tsukki knew that shit happens for a reason and maybe you weren’t meant to end up with him. 

Akaashi Keiji: you end up with Konoha 

oh boy, this relationship was odd from the start. when you were dating Akaashi, you knew his teammate held feelings for you but at the time, you didn’t pay any mind to him and stuck with Akaashi as you were basically enthralled with him. 

the reason for the break up was probably college. both of you went to different ones and you figured it was just more beneficial for the two of you just to end it before anymore feelings got hurt in that process. it sucked but that was just the way life worked. 

you ended up meeting Konoha in Tokyo. you both were in the pharma business and worked in the same building, just different departments. you knew that Konoha would befriend you the minute he found out you worked at the same place he did so when you found his office, Konoha fucking ASCENDED when you told him. 

that day the two of you went out for drinks and that was assumedly the first date for the two of you. you found it odd how you ended up finding Konoha again but this time, there was nothing stopping from the two of you dating and Konoha made sure that he asked you out as soon as possible. 

Konoha and yourself made enough money by working in medicine that the two of you lived lavishly once you moved with each other. the house was placed a few minutes out of Tokyo and the house was big enough to hold a house warming party when it was done getting remodeled and furnished. 

you had pushed him to invite a few former Fukurodani members to attend the party and that included Bokuto, Akaashi, and Haruki to which they all came. Akaashi had heard from word of mouth that the two of you ended up together but he wanted to see it to believe it. 

when the party came up, you were wearing a dress, pretty tight fitting in the areas you wanted to flaunt and you knew that Konoha was going to have a ball taking the dress off of you when the party was over. plus, Konoha knew how to wear a suit well and you were planning on doing the same thing to him. 

as soon as the three Fukurodani members arrived, you sat them at the main two tables and made sure that you and Konoha would sit with them for the dinner. you wanted to catch up with your former friends but you were still a bit awkward around Akaashi. 

the awkward atmosphere wasn’t really felt around Konoha nor Haruki or Bokuto but you knew you wanted to get Akaashi alone to thank him for coming and making sure that there was no hard feelings between you, him, and Konoha. 

once you were able to get him alone, the two of you talked for a while and chatted about how work life was until Konoha found the two of you. while he trusted you completely, he didn’t have as much trust in Akaashi and decided to stay for the rest of the conversation. 

Akaashi understood where Konoha was coming from as he did the same thing with Konoha back in high school but he was already kind of over you and had no intentions of stealing you back. in a way, he liked you and Konoha together. he had no idea why but he did like it. 

he watched as you and Konoha would give each other pecks here and there but while he felt a pang of jealousy, ultimately, he wished the next time he seen either of you, he had that special someone in his life. just to show that he had moved on and that the three of you could start becoming friends again. 

ALITA 

[phenomenal1500]

The Blood In My Veins | Black Sails

Chapter 14: The Serpent's Commitment

For Chapter 13: Regret To The Death click here.

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He grabbed my leg and crawled on top of me with the intention to knock me out, but luckily I could slam my head against his and he fell to the surface. Acting quickly, I grabbed his throat and tried to choke him, only to feel his knee in my side and a sharp sound was released by a sword dragged across the floor. We were both shocked and instantly let go of each other when we noticed a black snake slithering towards us to drive us apart.

"ANIMALS! Even a snake is more mannered than the two of you."

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(POV Naida Jones)

Standing with my back straight and with my chin up in front of both men I shook my head at them both. "You two don't understand that you both have to live for Nassau's sake. When the outside world knows that feared pirates are dying, they will think they are more likely to have Nassau as their fucking trophy!" I looked deadly at Vane and then at Flint, clenching my jaw as I stroked Vellath who was now hanging around my neck. I found her injured in Havana when I was young, she has stayed with me ever since I helped her recover. The only thing that's really dangerous about her is her poison. It feels as if something is burning right through you and while she isn't aggressive, I don't think you want that to be the last thing you've ever felt before she kills you.

"Naida, put the serpent down-...."'

"Any movement and this serpent hangs around your neck next until your head explodes." Flint swallowed, but in annoyance sighed afterwards.

It did work as it seemed he backed off a bit.

"Naida, can't avoid it any longer. It's time you made a choice-....!" My eyes met Vane's.

His wild hair, blood dripping from his mouth and his shirt slightly ripped open, I wasn't going to lie, was a hot sight and I could run back to his arms just by the way he looked at me, only.... he and his actions showed that he wasn't worth it. My reaction to him was a knife thrown to his head, but I purposely missed him, the knife ending a few inches away from his ear into the wood.

"Enough!" The blonde whore Eleanor came out from behind us and pushed me aside like I was just some trash that had to be thrown away and it activated my dizziness. I wanted to attack back, but Flint gave me a warning with his head not to do so.

"You three will resolve this."

"Perhaps you shouldn't interfere with us like you did when you jumped on top of a man you're only toying with!" I bit back, having enough from all this.

"Shouldn't you've been so bad for him." She hissed through her teeth and I could honestly rip her heart out. I had opened up to him about everything and all I got in return was a cheating fucker and a blond whore who thought she was the queen of everything on my back.

"I'm the one that's bad for him?" I scoffed. "Says the woman who only uses him when you're too scared to defend yourself.... yeah that's a real independent woman right there.... and you know what? It doesn't matter anymore, I'm mature enough to let it go because it was his choice and I am not going to influence him into thinking otherwise." I noticed that I saw pain in Vane's eyes when he heard my words and he lowered his head, switching his gaze to the floor. It felt good seeing him somehow guilty, but then he looked back up angrier than before and his rough voice echoed across the room.

"This isn't going to end the way you want it to!" He glared at Eleanor with a hateful and disgusted face expression while he said those words out loud.

"This ends in this room right now."

"He can't let it and neither do I."

Flint hooked his foot behind a chair and dragged it over the floor with it. "Sit down."

"Why the fuck should I sit?!" Both breathing like animals, Vane looked at the chair and refused to sit down.

"There is a girl in your possession. Her name is Abigail. Give her to me and I will stand down my men. You can have the fort." Eleanor looked shocked and was out of a sudden finally speechless for once.

"Oh, so if I understand correctly, this asshole takes a part in trading women and Flint suddenly finds money more important than everything else?" I controlled myself again and calmed down, relaxingly watching Flint.

"She is worth more to me than money, Naida. She is the future of this place. Send word for your father, Eleanor. He should hear this as well." Eleanor left with strong foot steps and was on her way to get her father while in the meantime, I had walked to the left side of the room and glared out the window where Vane was standing next to so I could watch the busy streets and keep my mind away from all the bullshit that was thrown my way.

"Naida-...."

"No, I don't want to be played with. Best to get the meaning of us out of your head...." Vane tried to get my attention for a second time and grabbed my arm that was first leaning onto the window frame.

"You were sick?!" I sighed and locked gazes with him, making me see that his eyes looked like they had fire flare in them.

"I'm better now and don't pretend you care. It was just rotten food.... nothing more, nothing less."

"No, it's more than that." Confused, I watched the man and Flint stood up, pulling me out of Vane's grip and making an end to our conversation. I was grateful for his movement and I stumbled back a bit, sitting down onto the chair that Flint had pushed away for Vane to sit down onto. I had put my head in my hands, feeling lost into my emotions and feeling weak once more. The one moment I was angry and the other moment I was sad. I didn't care how these two men saw me anymore, they both had seen what I'm capable of and how broken I could be, they both had seen me at my strongest and weakest times and this was definitely one of my weakest times.

"Have you ever been to Charles Town?" I looked up, throwing my hair back to my shoulders.

"Yes." Flint and Vane had eye contact and I was sure that at that moment Vane and Flint had agreed with each other just by making eye contact because Flint had laid his hand on my knee and rubbed his hand up and down comfortably. Perhaps, because Vane knew I didn't trust him, but he still wanted to help me, asking Flint to comfort me instead of himself.

"There is a man there... Lord Peter Ashe, his daughter, is, like I told earlier, in possession of Vane and his men. Bringing her back unharmed and safely, means a future for Nassau." Just before I wanted to react, Eleanor and her father walked in followed by Mrs. Barlow, whom I also knew by the rumors spreading around the island. Gossips spread fast and definitely on an island like this. A long silence followed with many judging looks before Flint started explaining to us all what his plan was.

Flint somehow felt guilty and looked up at me.

"It will likely start with three ships, maybe four. A tactical assault to retake the bay. Once England decides she wants this place back, the redoutes that she will commit towards that end.... are inexhaustible. Sooner or later, we'll be driven inland, forced to fight as rebels from interior hoping to inflict enough damage and expense to compel the new governor to negotiate with what's left of us. For years I prepared for that fight." Flint scanned the room and stopped by each single one of us in the room to make eye contact. "Now it would appear that there is another way, a way in which we can control our futures without that fight. And as fate would have it, you are holding the key to make that possible."

Eleanor gave Vane a mad look and sighed. "The girl?"

"Her father is a very powerful, very influential man." I tried to listen to what was important enough to remember, but my vision became blurry just like a while ago. Everything moved around me and I was lucky that I was already sitting down. Closing my eyes, I tried to let the lightness in my head disappear, but it didn't fade.

Please, not now.

I was sweating and started feeling sick while everyone else was busy talking and in the corner of my eyes I could spot Vane looking at me worryingly, but he knew he needed to keep his distance because if I wanted everyone to know about this moment then I would have shown it without putting on a neutral face.

"That would certainty argue well for our prospects-...."

"what do I get? If this, if that. Yet it all relies on an asset you do not possess."

"What do you get? You get what we all get— a future."

"Show it to me. Hand me my future here in this room." Vane started trying to negotiate with Flint about the share he would get from giving his asset to Flint and my mind started to clear a little again, being able to breathe normally. "What? It isn't just your words, is it? The promise of a thing hard to define and impossible to deliver— that is what you're suggesting I get in exchange for surrendering an asset worth what that girl is worth?"

"If you're looking for something more immediate, then how about your own survival."

"Men....fucking hell. Do you two even remember how both of you started this personal war?" I shook my head at the two men and waited for an answer. An answer they couldn't give. Vane tucked his thumbs behind his belt while Flint rolled his eyes and without even answering me, Flint started again. Perhaps the answer was simple, perhaps not, but after what felt like hours, I finally got a peace of mind when the angry man walked away with the offer 'the girl for a Spanish man of war.' Flint, On the other hand, had a grumpy face on and sat on the opposite side of me while Eleanor, as always, ran after Vane down the stairs so the two could debate. I really needed some rest from all these discussions and problems and carefully rose to my feet.

"Nobody dares to disturb me or the last thing you see is the underside of my ship."

[hamliet]

Girls Don’t Want Boys, Girls Want Monsters: Netflix’s The Witcher Review

Finally, the show we deserve. 

Men get all their superhero power fantasies of kicking villain ass. Finally there’s  a story that has that and includes women’s emotional power fantasies about falling in love with monsters who change. It doesn’t treat either as ridiculous or limited by gender, either, since Geralt falls for a monster too and women get to kick ass as well. 

Essentially, it’s a story about defeating monsters: often through integration with the shadow, sometimes involving love and connection, sometimes violence, but the violence is never glorified. It’s good. 

NB: I’m in the middle of reading the books (in the middle of Blood of Elves so far). I haven’t played the game since video games aren’t really a medium I enjoy. So I’ll make some comparisons since the show covered the two books I’ve read thus far, but please don’t put spoilers for the books below!

Let’s talk my favorite aspect of every story: characters. 

Renfri. 

Her story was somewhat sanitized from the books (it’s a lot more brutal what happened to Renfri) but well adapted. Both versions--the book and show--depict sincere empathy for our deconstructed Snow White. I loved her dialogue with Geralt, in which Geralt praises her for escaping the huntsman her stepmother hired to kill her, and she laughs and says that she didn’t. He let her go, but not before raping and robbing her. The story never directly answers if the prophecy was true or not; Geralt doesn’t believe it, but a lot of things Geralt doubts turn out to be true. Renfri was supposedly attacking animals as a child; however, the person reporting that is highly unlikely to be unbiased (Stregobor) so is this even true? Did Renfri become a killer because she was horribly abused and left with no other option? (That’s the option that I think seems most likely.) 

We can’t know. The Witcher isn’t interested in giving its audience palatable answers. It’s interested in provoking questions. The show gives more answers than do the books, again likely due to the medium, but it still lets these questions linger. 

Renfri’s story is not the first one in the books, but it is the first one the show adapts, and that’s a good decision imo. Her story embodies The Witcher’s themes and questions:

By acting the monster, we make monsters out of others. 

To defeat monsters, you must be a monster. 

What, then, can heal, especially in a world so broken?

Ciri.

Our deconstructed Rapunzel (yes, there are a lot of fairy tale references). As far as her story goes in its adaptation, the addition of Dara was well done. Sadly, no, Dara is not in the books, but his addition gave Ciri an arc beyond merely running in this story. 

That said, Ciri in the books is much younger than she is in the show. Which is okay, because Ciri is somewhat emblematic of the future: there’s a lot unknown about her powers, she needs to be protected from everyone trying to grab her and use her powers for themselves. She is Geralt’s destiny, and she is the future of the world of The Witcher. 

NB: I can’t discuss Ciri without shouting out to the casting director for casting Pavetta: how did they find an actress who looks so much like Ciri’s actress? It’s almost eerie. 

The episode where Geralt finds out about the Law of Surprise and his reaction to Pavetta’s pregnancy is perhaps the only story that I felt was better in the show than in the books (again, this isn’t inherently a quality thing but a medium preference). It added some much-needed hilarity (Geralt’s perfectly-timed “destiny can go f--” *Pavetta vomits* and all he can say is, “fuck”) and gave Geralt an arc. 

Geralt.

Mm. 

I liked how they handled his character and his struggles with what it means to be a Witcher and/or human. His struggles to understand himself are relatable, and fairly well set-up for future exploration. He’s a foil of Ciri, Yennefer, Jaskier, and Cahir so far, and I’m particularly intrigued by the monster theme and the foiling that is already set up thus with all of the above except Jaskier (who is no monster). Geralt was skeptical about saving the striga for her father, but managed to succeed, and I wonder if he will somehow be able to save himself from his own inner fears/monster by being a father. (Basically, I am curious as to how being Ciri’s de factor dad is going to challenge him.)

Jaskier.

Or, Dandelion, as he’s known in the books. The bard adds some much needed levity to the tale, and as @aspoonofsugar​ says, he’s pretty much Donkey from Shrek. But he is used fairly well within the story: he shows Geralt even before Ciri and Yennefer enter his life that he has a purpose beyond being a killing machine. In that sense he’s the foil of Renfri (Renfri accomplishes the same, but through violence) in that Geralt saves him and he clearly thinks highly of the Witcher. Jaskier is in some ways humanity in all its paradoxes and foibles, annoying and stupid, kind and clever, funny and truthful, deceptive and respectful. 

Cahir.

I’m a sucker for ravens as part of an aesthetic, as well as pretty, tormented bad boys. Yes, I know he’s a character I’m sure will arouse much handwringing and puritanical policing a la his other archetype brothers (Loki, Kylo Ren, Snape, etc). I don’t care. I do think the show made him much darker when compared to the books, but I still expect his arc to go in the same direction as the books. He’s a complicated, conflicted, complex character, and I’m not sorry for feeling empathy for him. 

But I am curious about his foiling with Geralt. Both are characters seeking Ciri to fulfill... something, and monstrous in a way (Cahir more for what he does, but there’s a humanity to him as well).

Yennefer.

Finally, my favorite, my baby murder daughter. 

Yennefer’s character was fascinating. I appreciated that she’s allowed to want deeply, her own wants, instead of attaching her wants to be whatever the male character desires. She wants to have children. She wants love. She wants to be beautiful. Her desires are traditionally feminine, and the show doesn’t put this down. And she also kicks ass and takes names, she fails, she’s allowed to be angry, to be mean often, to want to learn and to want to be the best. 

The show doesn’t punish Yennefer for her ambition. Neither do the books. She experiences consequences, both positive and negative, for her every choice. The show reveals her backstory right away, whereas the books don’t, but again that’s a medium thing. I think both do excellently in setting up Yennefer for our empathy. It doesn’t apologize for her or her wants or actions; it lets her arc and the story itself do the talking. 

Yennefer’s not here to be your cautionary tale or your role model. She’s just there to be her and to live. 

That is, to an extent, perhaps the best kind of role model. 

That doesn’t mean the show did everything in Yennefer’s story justice. I wasn’t thrilled with the adaptation of her first meeting with Geralt--the orgy in the background isn’t in the books and is a very bizarre decision given context. While, I loved Tissaia’s character and her foiling with Yennefer: they are too alike to ever get along, I really didn’t understand the point of Tissaia turning the other girls into slugs in episode 2. It was unsettling and not in the books. It was a heavy-handed metaphor not explained until episode 7 (about treating people as expendable slugs) that didn’t tell us anything we didn’t already know about how the world and Dark!Hogwarts worked. If anything it made the school seem foolishly cackling-mustache evil instead of the true current of darkness within it: manipulation and utilitarianism. As part of effort to control things, that control itself can lead to chaos. 

I think the rest of the series set this precise dilemma of a precarious balance between self-control and manipulation/utilitarianism quite well, though (it goes hand-in-hand with the theme of a “lesser evil” to quote Renfri’s story). I’m excited to see this explored more. 

Other comments:

When comparing the show to the books as I’ve read so far, I think the show made some smart changes for adapting to a visual medium. For example, Foltest and Adda’s story was adapted as a mystery: what is the monster? Who is the father? Who is the curser? Can the monster be saved? Whereas the book doesn’t do that: you know immediately that the monster is a striga, Foltest is the father, and he wants the striga saved. The answer to who cursed Adda is never clear in the written story either, whereas the show declares it was Ostrit (the book leaves it very much up in the air as to whether it was Ostrit or Adda’s mother). However, the way this particular episode weaves Adda’s story of rebirth with Yennefer’s rebirth was beautifully done. (Foltest is a good dad. We need more good dads in stories; of course, if we had more good dads, we’d have far less stories.) (I’m jesting.) 

The dialogue is at times... well it’s not like it’s The Rise of Skywalker levels of “who wrote this???” but it’s not always stellar. Actually, I’d say the quality tends to swing wildly about between clever (episode 4) and just confusing (episode 5). But in general, I think the dialogue issue is representative of the show’s largest issue: it struggles to know when to trust its audience. When should it give details? When should it trust them? When is it spoonfeeding, and when is it just confusing? It tries to walk a fine line and stumbles a bit. It succeeds, however, with the characters as I mentioned earlier with Yennefer, Geralt, and Ciri. 

My advice for the show going forward (not that they should definitely listen to me) is to forget Game of Thrones. It’s pretty obvious that this show is a passion project made by people who love The Witcher. I really hope they lean into that aspect instead of into the GoT-replacement aspect (because there are definitely aspects of that, particularly in the mood/aesthetic, tone, and gratuitous nudity--which is not exploitative or disturbing, but it also wasn’t necessary, isn’t in the books, and so felt like pandering). 

However, the sheer love for the material still really shines  through. They made me care for the characters, they interested me in the world, and they have me hooked for season 2. The showrunners’ excitement for the story and adoration of its characters is contagious, and I hope the show lets this excitement spread. 

[appreciatethefoolishness]

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EVERYTHING IS JUNGKOOK X READER

Do you also laugh a little when you read a badboy!Jungkook fanfic and want some more realistic? Because we all know how humble and kind Jungkook really is, so I'm here to help you! (This is a list parted in two because of the links limit hih)

Jungkook = badboy 

Jungkook = an actually nice and lovely guy ❤️  

⌜(m) = smut, mature

 (f) = fluff, cute shit

 (a) = angst, sad stuff or action

 ✓ = finished

 ** = a favorite    

oneshot = story with only 1 part

series = story with more than 1 part    ⌟

sorted by word count, this is over 90 fics and yes, I know I have no life but I don’t see any problem with that lol

(By the way if you’re wondering why some of the summaries suck it’s because I wrote them due to that some authors don’t write synopses lol)

last updated: 27 May

AND BY THE WAY thank you so much all the writers here for taking your time to write these amazing fics and publish them for our enjoyment! I’m so grateful to be able to read and love them and don’t let anyone tell you different because you all are REALLY good at writing, like damn. Thanks again and have a great Jungkook reading 💙❤️💜 💙💜💚💞💞💞💛💚🖤💜💛💙💜💙💜💚

Animal (m) (a) ✓

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“As a nursing student you struggled financially but when your best friend suggests a way for you to make some illegal money you can’t say no and that’s when you meet him; Jungkook, an underground fighter who you can’t stand but seems to stay on your mind nevertheless.”

THE WRITER > @cutaepatootie

For science (m) (f) (a) ✓ **

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"Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science."

THE WRITER > @boymeetsweevil

Falling into you (m) (a) (f) ~ ongoing**

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"Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away."

THE WRITER > @kookingtae​

Charmolypi (f) (a) (m) ✓

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“Work and pleasure should never be combined — or so the saying goes. But you were never really one to follow the rules in their entirety and neither were the ones around you. Love, lust, interest. Five people. In the workplace. What could go wrong? Everyone just wants to get something, after all.”

THE WRITER > @njssi

The Turning Test (f) (m) (a)~ongoing**

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“’The Turing Test, developed by Alan Turing in 1950, is a test of a machine’s ability to exhibit intelligent behavior equivalent to, or indistinguishable from, that of a human.’ Jungkook fiddled with your hands in his, humming softly, as if deep in thought. You noted the way his eyebrows had furrowed, the sweet way his lips formed a pout, and wondered what could possibly be troubling him so much. What had he learned today? ‘Creator,’ he began, dragging his gaze up to meet your own, ‘you gave me a mind that thinks, hands that feel, and a heart that beats, but did you give me a soul?’“

THE WRITER > @fortunexkookie 

Bandslam (a) (m) (f) ✓

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“Cocky drummer Jeon Jungkook has never been the type to hate on anyone. But when his best friend Taehyung unexpectedly leaves the band and leaves you in his place, he can’t really blame himself when he acts with disdain towards you. Not even when there’s a prize at stake.“

THE WRITER > @ironicarmy​

Ego (f) (m) ~ ongoing **

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“What’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.”

THE WRITER > @suga-kookiemonster

Givenchy & gold (m) ✓

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“You’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, Jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.”

THE WRITER > @prolixitae 

Wanted (f) (a) (m)  ✓**

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“ You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.”

THE WRITER > @jincherie

One thing right (a) (f) (m) ✓**

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“‘i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.’

or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.”

THE WRITER > @hobios

(Y)our name (a) (f) (m) ~ ongoing**

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“It's always been the two of you since you were little. People came and went in your lives and Jungkook didn't mind until you turn into grown-ups and he starts to mind a bit too much.“

THE WRITER > @jjkpls

True care (m) (f) (a) ~ ongoing **

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“Your (endearingly) shy bodyguard- hired by your father- would do anything for you. Even though you roll your eyes at his persistence and pretend there’s no need for him to follow you to every and any place you go, there might be many more hazards in your life than you let on. And you might end up needing him in more ways than you- or your father- would ever think.”

THE WRITER > @joonsgalaxy

Moonlight melody (f) (a) ✓

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“When your loving best friend playfully pranks you one too many times, you decide that revenge is best served hot, over a period of thirty days, and with a little extra help from the best violinist you know (sorry jimin). or, the one where during your month-long vacation in italy with your youth orchestra, you realize that vengeance is sweet but fake dating jungkook is sweeter.”

THE WRITER > @gukyi

Falling Skies (a) (f) (m)✓ **

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Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash. You often wondered how Jiyeon wasn’t bothered by his behavior. In fact, she often seemed to encourage it. What you failed to see was that she was just trying to show you how he reflected your light. Jiyeon had realized he was in love with you even before he did, but of course she knew. It was a twin thing. So despite the fighting and teasing, you always found yourself drawn back to him. You knew he was one of two constants in your life: the Jeon twins were - and had always been - your one indisputable truth. You were the sun, Jungkook was the moon, and Jiyeon was the sky holding you both up When she died, it ripped a black hole right through you.”

THE WRITER > @fortunexkookie

Bitchin’ (f) (m) (a) ✓

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“The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.”

THE WRITER > @kinktae

Paralian (f) (a) (m) ✓**

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“Far away, under the sea exists the merfolk Kingdom of Venetus. Y/N is a warrior princess, sworn to protect the nation she loves. Each night she and her unit are tasked with patrolling the ocean, until one night they come across an unmarked ship. The ship carries a dangerous secret which tears Y/N’s ideals apart. In the midst of escaping said danger, Y/N is forced to rely upon a Prince. The Prince of Pirates, whose fate and Y/N’s seem inexplicably entwined. Whether their meeting will end in joy or heartbreak remains to be seen. (A -very- loose retelling of The Little Mermaid).”

THE WRITER > @kpopfanfictrash

Tantalizing (m) (a) ✓

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“Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.”

THE WRITER > @littlemisskookie

Equilibrium; Polyamory (m) (a)  ~ ongoing **

[47.7k words] series pt.0 pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10 pt.11 pt.12 pt.13 pt.14 

“Polyamorous relationships are not as glamorous as they appear in the movies. Granted, the sex is better- tangled limbs and wet kisses on every inch of skin imaginable, but not even the sex is worth the mind-numbing jealousy, the utter despair. Because equilateral triangles do not exist in real life. There is no sense of order in human affections. No balance, no equilibrium. You are in love with Jimin, who loves Jungkook. And Jungkook loves… Has he ever loved anyone but himself? On the outside, you smile widely and pretend that you’re perfectly content with this arrangement. But your façade crumbles, bit by bit, every time Jimin goes to Jungkook instead of you. You’re not sure how much more you can take.”

THE WRITER > @tayegi

Worth fighting for (f) (a) ~ongoing**

[43.7k words] series masterlist

“Fresh out of the perils of war, Jungkook didn't think that his task as the newly appointed general would be to look after you.”

THE WRITER > @joonsdiary​

The Monogamy Monologues (f) (m) (f) ✓

[42.7k words] oneshot here 

“ The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend.”

THE WRITER > @kpopfanfictrash 

The devil’s change up (m) (f) ✓ **

[41.3k words] oneshot here 

“Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.”

THE WRITER > @jungblue

Frost Impressions (f) (m) (a)  ✓ **

[41.3k words] oneshot here

“Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade. “

THE WRITER > @fortunexkookie

And action (f) (m) ✓ **

[41k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 

“Jungkook likes to film illegal stunts around the globe for his dedicated audience. because of you, his right-hand navigator, he gets to travel to beautiful places he’s only ever seen in textbooks. but in the wake of a mishap involving poisonous shrubbery, now’s a perfect time for him to confess his undying love for more than just videography. or, ‘I know you’re my best friend but I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met’ au.”

THE WRITER > @prolixitae

Baby, my baby (m) (f) (a) ✓

[39.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

"Raise my child, just for twelve months."

THE WRITER > @pjimims

A well-oiled machine (f) (a) (m) ✓ **

[38.2k words] series pt.1 pt.2

"Your life takes a bit of a turn when you stumble upon an android in pieces, hidden in an alleyway in an area known for its shadows and debauchery. Taking him home to fix him might have been the best decision you’d ever made, but perhaps there was a little more to the android JK01-97 than you’d initially thought."

THE WRITER > @jincherie

The lionheart’s oath (f) (m) (a) ✓ **

[36.7k words] oneshot here

“There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.”

THE WRITER > @sugaxjpg

Employee Perks (m) (a) (f)~ongoing

[34.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“Sure, the employee perks at your job were bonuses, life insurance, sick leave, health benefits etc. etc., but the best employee perk of all was working with a man known as Jeon Jungkook.”

THE WRITER > @chiminiemoans

In Bloom/Lake of Fire (m) (a) (f) ✓

[33k words] pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“One of the consequences of being a werewolf was the yearly heat that took place for three whole days, Jungkook had warned you not to come near him under that period of time for your own safety but your never-ending worry for him made you disobey his request.”

THE WRITER > @tayegi

New toy (m) (f) (a) ✓

[32.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“Your new neighbor turns out to be the perfect toy for you.“

THE WRITER > @btsjeonjazz

Ramen (m) ~ongoing 

[32.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 

“‘It has certainly been quite the party,’ you began, taking a stroll around the table to give his friends time to ogle you. ‘But I'm here for someone else on his special day.’ The end of the riding crop snapped suggestively against your open palm and you felt excitement bloom around the large table. “Now, let me see if I can find out which of you is the birthday boy..." 

The charade of finding your fare was one of the oldest tricks in the book. After years of sex work, you knew that as soon as you said, ‘let me see,’ the eyes of the bystanders would point you in the right direction. And sure enough, as you pretended to identify your prey, the men’s line of sight fell on the far corner of the table. The choice of the corner was quite surprising, as you expected the shy wallflower of the group to sit there, not someone who was supposed to be the center of attention.”

THE WRITER > @dark-muse-iris

Gravity (a) (f) ✓

[29.2k words] oneshot here

“The universe works in mysterious ways.“

THE WRITER > @donewithjeon

Not quite strangers (f) (m) (a) ✓ **

[29k words] series pt.1 pt.2 

“There are two things that you very much hate in this world; first being woken up in the evening, second being woken up in the morning – and Jeon Jeongguk, the stranger a.k.a the guy who lives across your shitty apartment does just that, every single fucking time.”

THE WRITER > @seokwaves

Rigor Mortis (a) (f) (m) ✓ **

[28.5k words] oneshot here 

“A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.”

THE WRITER > @readyplayerhobi

Something in the water (m) (f) ✓

[25.8k words] oneshot here

“Sleeping in is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward, mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ____’s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it is a natural time for any college student to be awake. But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her front door.” 

THE WRITER > @vankoya

Roommates (m) ✓ **

[25.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 

“Letting your best friend’s baby brother live with you didn’t seem like a problem until well... you discovered how hot he had become.”

THE WRITER > @tayegi

Snow and Ice (m) (f) (a) ✓

[24.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 

“ Three thousand athletes from 92 countries from the world meet every four years to show off what they have, the pride of their countries and families weighing down their perfectly sculpted shoulders. This year’s winter Olympics holds something a lot more interesting.”

THE WRITER > @hayjeon

Ace (m) (f) (a) ✓ **

[24k] oneshot here 

“Jungkook only cares about three things: Baseball, painting and his team, but soon he’s adding you to that list when love comes flying at him fast and hard, knocking him right on his ass.”

THE WRITER > @hijoonie

New romantics (f) (a) ✓**

[24k words] oneshot here

“Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. It seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. What he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.”

THE WRITER > @cupofteaguk

Save Me (m) (a) ✓

[24k words] series pt.1 pt.2

“Jungkook’s a vampire who has an interest in you and you have feelings for him, but he sleeps around with other human girls as well and when you start to get tired of it you cut off communication with him and avoid him so he tries to get you back through sweet gestures and staying with you instead of going around.”

THE WRITER > @baeseoul

Catharsis. (m) (f) ✓

[23.5k words] oneshot here

“No matter what kind of release you need, he’s there.”

THE WRITER > @junghelioseok

Swipe right (f) (a) (m) ~ ongoing

[23k words] series pt.1 pt.2 

“Jungkook wasn’t always like this. Or maybe he was and you don’t want to admit that he had you fooled. You quickly discover he has a lot more to offer than exchanging pleasantries and awkward small talk. In fact, he never seems to shut up.For the better part of a year, he’s held your irritation hostage, never passing up an opportunity to deliver savage one-liners at your expense. When he discovers you’re on Tinder, he turns up the brattiness factor and intentionally seeks you out. Who knows? Maybe if you gave him a chance he could charm the pants right off of you. Then again, maybe he’s just a fuckboy.“

THE WRITER > @stutterfly

Hot confusion (m) ~ ongoing

[22.9k words] series (on AO3) here 

“Jungkook thought his body had already matured, turns out he's a late bloomer and goes through puberty hell when he turns 16. And it doesn't end until he's 19, the worse part is that all along the ride he can't stop the constant sexual arousal he gets around his best female friend, Y/N.While he's confused whether it's her just her body that turns him on, or also her personality, he can't help but feel jealous when other boys start to take interest in her. All he knows is that he wishes he'd stop having wet dreams at 4 AM about Y/N, he's running out of excuses to his mom to why he needs to do the laundry.“

THE WRITER > @partyjunkie 

Blue orchids (a) (f) ✓

[22.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2

“Hanahaki & soulmate au.”

THE WRITER > @inktae

If I told you (f) (a) ✓ **

[22k words] oneshot here 

“In order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.”

THE WRITER > @gukyi​

➔PART 2 

➔PART 3

(Disclaimer; if you ever find a badboy!jungkook fic here it means he wasn’t a total asshole in it and I didn’t mind his character lol)

[avengerscompound]

Those Little Words - Three

Those Little Word:  A Iron Man Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi Word Count: 3087

Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings:  Age difference (not used as a kink), Dirty talk, Smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex, public sex), unsupportive parents.

Synopsis:  Everyone knows that Tony Stark is the textbook definition of a narcissist. So what happens when he meets someone just like him.

Part Three

Tony Stark is the textbook definition of a narcissist.  Everyone knows that.  He even knows that.  He prides himself on it.

Only now you pretty sure that’s completely wrong.  All that snark and bravado.  It’s a wall that he surrounds himself with so that people don’t see how fragile and vulnerable he is.

The morning after you spent half the night fucking for the first time you woke up and he was sitting up against the headboard, ankles crossed over each other and watching you.  He looks calm and collected, but somehow you just know that something’s bothering him.

“What’s wrong?”   You ask, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“Nothing, darling.  Everything is great.”  He says, smiling at you.

You sit up and rub your hands over your face.  “If you’re having second thoughts, Tony.  It can just be a hookup.  You don’t have to just go along with it because you said it last night.”

You start climbing out of bed and he catches your hand.  “Okay.  Let me level with you.”  He says and you turn back to look at him.  “Last night, after …”  He makes a rolling action with his hands.  “I slept through until morning.  Really good sleep too.”

It takes two seconds for things to click into place for what he would be bothered by that.  Obviously, by mentioning sleeping through means he doesn’t usually.  Obviously, him being wound up about the fact he did means he’s worried that it’s because you were there.  You walk on your knees over to him and start massaging his scalp.  He rests his head on your breasts.  “We did fuck like five times.  And as I like to remind you every two and a half minutes, you’re no spring chicken.  I probably just put you in a sex coma.”

He laughs and shakes his head.  “This isn’t my first rodeo, ya know?”

You kiss his forehead.  “Okay… so maybe it was something to do with me.  We had sex.  We’re going to start officially seeing each other.  You like me.  I like you.  It’s good times ahead.  Your brain let you relax for a change.  Maybe it was just last night and the next time we share a bed you’ll sleep as terribly as normal.  Maybe I have magic powers and every time we share a bed you’ll sleep through.  You can’t possibly have more than a handful of years left.  I’ll marry you for your money.  Stick it out.  You’ll die, leaving me the company which I’ll then sell off in parts and retire to Spain with my much more age appropriate lover I’d been keeping on the side.  Either way, we’re not putting too much pressure on this okay?  One day at a time.”

Tony nuzzles into your neck.  “I don’t plan on ever dying.”

“Ah shit.  There goes my fortune.”  You tease.  “No pressure, Tony.  These feelings you’re having for me, they’re reciprocated.  We don’t have to talk them to death.  We’ll just follow them where they lead us.”

Tony brings his lips to yours.  You kiss softly for a moment before he deepens it pushing you back onto the mattress.  You wrap your legs around him and he grinds into you.  You card your fingers through his hair and moan against his lips.

His mouth moves to your neck and he sucks a patch of skin just at the point that meets your shoulder.  You feel his cock stiffen against your pubic mound and you roll your hips against it.

“How can you have anything left, old man?”  You hum as you drag your fingers up his back.

“Plenty of practice.”  He replies, not even looking up at you.

You roll him over and start kissing his neck as you grind on his cock.

His hands slide down your back and he tilts his head back.  “Just once I hope we get to have sex where I’m the one in control.”

“You were on top last time.”  You protest.  “Besides I plan to ride you like Seabiscuit in the Kentucky Derby.”

Tony chuckles and shakes his head.  “Well, if you insist.”

You reach for the cabinet and grab a condom.  “You’re gonna need to up your birth control budget.”  You say tearing it open.

“I’m good for it.”  He says his hands stroking down from your throat and cupping your breasts.  You tear open the packet and sheath him before guiding him into your cunt.

You start just slowly rolling your hips against him.  Your abs twisting and contracting.  His hands slide up and down your torso from your throat to your stomach.  “You’re not winning any races like that.”  He teases as he watches the way your body moves, his eyes darkened and full of lust.

You lean forward and brace your hands on his chest and you start moving a little faster.  Rocking your hips.  Sliding up and down his cock.  “How’s that?”  You ask.

He squeezes your breast and runs his thumbs over your nipples.  “Well, it’s better but is it, Kentucky Derby, better?”

You run your hands up his arms pushing them above his head.  You hold them above him by the wrists and kiss him.  You move faster, bouncing on his cock.  You pulse around him, squeezing and releasing your pelvic floor.  A sheen of sweat coats your skin as you move.  You kiss him hard.  Biting at his lips.  Your tongues fighting against one another.

You can feel the throb of his cock as he nears his release and you whine as yours continues to elude you.  Tony flips you over suddenly and his fingers go to your clit.  “Let me help with that.”  He rolls his fingertips in a tight circle.  It was the one missing piece.  You come hard.  Your whole body seizing up with it.  It pulls him over with you and he comes with a grunt.

He starts kissing you as he slips from within you.  His mouth trails down your jaw to your neck.  You tilt your head and the glow of the clock catches your attention.  “Shit!”  You yelp, pushing him off you. “Shit.  Shit.  Shit.”  You clamber out of bed and start pulling your underwear back on.

Tony looks up at you, bemused.  “What’s wrong?”  He asks, pulling his boxers on.

“I have to teach in 30 minutes and the train takes me 20.”  You saying, dashing out to the living room and pulling on your jeans.

“Just relax.  I can get you there in less than 5.  Go get ready.  Meet me back here.”  He says, leaning up against the door frame.

You shake your head and come peck his cheek before rushing to the elevator and taking it back to your room.  You get ready to go as quickly as you can before rushing back up to Tony’s floor.

“Where are you, old man?”  You yell.

“Over here, dear.”  He calls back.   You jog up a half flight of stairs to where the bar is and you see him lounging back on a sleek black sofa, his arm stretched out over the back.  He’s also wearing his Iron Man suit.

“You’re kidding me aren’t you?”  You ask, raising your eyebrows at him.

He gets up and walks over to you. “Not at all.  Iron Man express.  Come on.”  He lifts you into his arms and you squeal.  “Alright, kid.  Let’s go.”

He carries you out onto the balcony and takes off.  Your first reaction is to scream and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Okay.  That’s quite enough of that.”  You hear him say, his voice slightly distorted through the suit.

“Tony Stark, I am going to kill you.”  You shout over the sound of the wind rushing by your ears and the burn of his blasters.

“Just shush, and enjoy the view.”  He says.

You look out.  Your heart hammering so hard that you can somehow hear it over everything else.  The city does look amazing from this view.  The park sweeps by below you as he makes his way to the University.

“Which building?”  Tony asks.

“Schermerhorn Hall.”  You shout.

He flies in wide and skirting past the vaguely Roman style buildings and landing on the lawn.  He places you on your feet and you just stand for a moment holding on to him and taking deep breaths.

A small group of people starts circling you.  “You alright?”  He asks.

“Yeah.  Yep.”  You mutter as your heartbeat slows and you sway a little from your adrenalin rush.  You tap on his helmet and he opens the visor.  “What’s the cab fare on that?”

“You don’t even want to know.”  He jokes and leans in and kisses you gently.

“How’s my hair?”  You ask as he pulls back.

He smirks and his eyes twinkle as he runs his hands down your scalp.  “Fine.  Looks fine.  You’re totally good to go.”

You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek.  “Alright, see you tonight.  Don’t forget to eat.”

“We’ll see.  You’ll text me right?”  He asks.

You nod and he smiles as he visor goes down and he takes off again.

So you date Tony Stark.  Neither of you is well adapted for dating, but in a way, that’s why it works.  You can see the weird skewed angle that odd gestures of romance were coming from.  When he brought you a gift that was something you had specifically told him you hated, you recognized that when he’d been out and seen it he’d remembered you’d said something about it, just not what.  So you’d call him a dork and thank him for thinking of you nonetheless.

Every time he gave you a gift to counteract the awkward feelings you had about him spending money on you, you’d make him an animal out of origami.  To begin with, you just made them out of post-it notes you had in the lab.  He’d come in and give you a new bracelet, you’d fold him a paper crane out of a pink post-it.  The first time you did it, he gave you an incredulous look and asked you what it was for.  You just said it was a present.  It got to the point that you bought a book of origami paper and were looking up new animals to make on the internet.  Each time he gave you something new he’d hold out his hand and you’d just put a little paper animal in it.  He kept every single one of them.  They littered his lab and occupied shelves in his apartment.

The dates themselves varied wildly.  The first one he took you to he flew you to Paris for dinner.  The second one you stayed in and cooked for him while you talked tech at a million miles an hour and then made out on the couch for a good hour.  You went to laser tag together and to see the opera.  It was like neither of you could decide what a date was supposed to be like and you were trying every available option to see what fit.

He took you to a couple of events where it was clear everyone looked at you together and what they saw was ‘Tony Stark back to his old ways dating bimbos again’.  On more than one occasion stuffy old men asked if you were a model.  Once one even asked you if you were an escort.  Rather than be offended you both played it up.  Sometimes just going along with it, sometimes overplaying your scientific knowledge leaving the people you were talking to slack-jawed and confused.

Teaming up with Tony to mess with other pretentious people turned out to be your favorite thing to do together.

He did sleep better with you there.  Not always right through.  He was right, he had some issues.  Those issues sometimes meant he woke in the middle of the night gasping for air.  What was different was that in the past he’d then get up and try and distract himself with work.  Now he would distract himself with you.  That distraction might be sex.  It might be just talking about anything other than the thing he just had a nightmare about.

The thing that was becoming clear was Tony Stark might be your person.  You were in love with him and you were fairly certain that he reciprocated those feelings.  Neither of you vocalized that though.  Sometimes you thought maybe you should go first. The idea was daunting.  He was much older than you.  Smarter than you.  Richer than you.  What if you said the words and you’d been reading this wrong the whole time?

“This collar is so tight.  I’m firing my tailor.”  Tony complains, tugging on his tie.  You both sit in the back of the town car heading to your parent’s home.  You and Tony had been together six months and now seemed as good a time as any.

You take his hand in yours and kiss his fingers.  “Why are you even wearing a suit?”

“I need to make a good impression.”  He half whines.

You laugh loudly.  “Yeah, there is nothing you can do to make that happen.  They’re gonna hate you.”

He groans and throws his head back.  “Just great.”

You cup his jaw and turn his face to yours. He drops his eyes, avoiding eye contact.  “Look at me, old man.”  You say firmly.

His eyes meet yours and you kiss him.

“Listen.  I actually don’t give a shit if they like you.  I know they won’t.  I like you that’s what’s important.  Be you.  Fuck if they like you.”  You say.  You lean in and nuzzle under his jaw.  “You get through this, and after I’ll fuck you in the back seat of this car.”

“Well, I do like the sound of that.”  Tony purrs.

“Please don’t do that.  There’s no barrier.”  Happy says from the front seat.

“Happy!  Stop spoiling my fun!”  You shout.

“You know what’s fun for me?  Driving this car without you two going at it in the backseat.  You stop spoiling that!”  Happy shoots back.

“Okay children.  No fighting, please.  Father has a headache.”  Tony groans leaning back in the seat and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Speaking of fathers.  We’re here.”  Happy says, pulling the car up to the front of the restaurant you were meeting them at.  He gets out of the car and opens the door for Tony.  Tony slides out and offers you his hand.  You walk into the restaurant your arm hooked around his elbow.

Your parents sit waiting at a table in the middle of the room and as you and Tony walk through the room everyone’s eyes turn to him.  They stand when they see him and he greets them by name, shaking your father’s hand and kissing your mother on the cheek.  He’s slipped into public persona Tony as seamlessly as he always does.

“Mr. Stark.”  Your father says.

“The 2009 Chateau Margaux please, dear,”  Tony says to the waitress as he takes his seat and turns to your parents.  He opens his mouth to speak again but your father interrupts him.

“Let’s not play games here, Stark.  How long are you gonna keep using my daughter for whatever depraved things you use her for?”  He says.

“Dad!”  You yelp.

“Okay.  So we’re getting right into it.”  Tony says, cracking his knuckles.

You shake your head.  “It’s sex obviously.  Why else would he be with a hot piece of ass like this?”

Tony snort laughs and your mother gasps audibly.

Your father, however, decides to ignore your outburst.  “I had heard your years of being a playboy were over, Mr. Stark.  Now you just run innocent young women off the rails?”

“That’s right.  I find that when I throw enough money at them they lose that innocence pretty fast.”  Tony replies.

“That’s why I’m with him.”  You say.  “I just love how he throws money at me for stuff.  Man, I put out so fast when that checkbook comes out. Don’t I, honey?”  You say, taking Tony’s hand.

“You do, schmoopsy.  I love that I have that kind of control over you.”  Tony says and rubs his nose against yours.

“It’s so good too because ugh… you have no idea how hard these two pushed me to be the best at everything.  Now I don’t even have to worry.  I can just be good at sex.”  You say.

“You’re very good at it too,”  Tony says.  “Worth all the money I throw at you.”

You grin.  “Aww… see mom.  He’s such a romantic.”

You father rolls his eyes.  “Okay, we get the point.”

You turn on him.  “Do you?  Because I brought the man I have been seeing for the past six months to meet you and instead of being polite and trying to get to know him, you made a judgment call based on our age difference and the fact he has money that I am some kind of gold digger and he’s just interested in me because of sex.  I’m not an idiot.  Neither is he.  You might want to remember that.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark if I caused any offense.”  Your father says.

Tony grins and puts his arm around you.  “None taken.  Now, where was that wine?”

The dinner goes slightly better than expected after that.  Your parents and Tony will never be close but at least they made polite chit-chat through the meal.  You and Tony climb back in the car and you nestle yourself into the crook of his arm.

“Well, we survived.”  You say.

Tony doesn’t say anything for a long time and you start to get worried.  You look up at him with your brow furrowed.  “What is it?”

“You were a trophy to them, right?  How well you did at school.  The people you were seen with, it reflected back on them.”  He says.

You nod.  “That’s accurate.”

He leans down and kisses you softly.  “You’re a lot like me you know?”

This softer side of Tony is rare.  You smile and run your fingers along his jaw.  “I would have thought that would mean we wouldn’t get along at all.”

He chuckles and the corners of his eyes crinkle as he looks at you.  “Well, I am the textbook definition of narcissist.”

It feels like your heart skips a beat.  You take Tony’s hand in yours and you kiss it, looking up into his eyes.  “I love you too, Tony.”

// NEXT

[dahliadreamcraft]

Lament of Innocence AU

So I’m working on a fanfic of Castlevania that is basically “Frankenstein is the villain instead of Dracula”. However this au is in turn based in an au of Lament of Innocence instead of canon Lament of Innocence.

This post was originally going to be a bunch of random facts about the Lament of Innocence AU, mostly focused on giving Sara more character and her own backstory, and rewriting things so that they make more sense with the cartoon.

It ended up turning into a plot outline of the prequel to Requiem of Resurrection ( the name of the actual Franken Leon fanfic when I get around to actually writing it).

Which I’m putting under a read more so that it doesn’t end up turning into a ridiculously long post on people’s dashboards.

Also @darkartist98 for the freaking AMAZING fanart you did of Franken Leon. That inspired me to start posting content again and actually start working on the AU like I was supposed to. This doesn’t feature Franken Leon quite yet, this is all backstory but I thought you might like to know it.

*TRIGGER WARNING: One of the characters commits suicide. While I am going to do my best to treat the subject with all the gravity and respect it deserves, this is still a sensitive subject matter that I feel should be warned for.

Lament of Innocence is a tragedy. This doesn’t have a good end.

*Mathias was a vampire for at least two thousand years before Lament of Innocence happened

*Mathias is the “king of the vampires” by virtue of being the oldest. Bernhard is the second oldest. A vampire by the name of Oriana (inspired by the Witcher series) was the third eldest.

*Leon was eighteen when he first became a knight and actually earned his baron title by defeating a basilisk.

*The town the basilisk was menacing was where he met Sara and her father Rinaldo (I combined Sara and Rinaldo’s backstories)

*Sara gives him the first prototype vampire killer which she made.

*Sara eventually also makes the real Vampire Killer along with its upgrade Morningstar.

*Sara and Rinaldo are originally from Italy but came to France following Bernhard.

*Sara is a polyglot, which is a fancy term for she learns languages uncannily quick. She was damn near fluent in French and barely had an accent when she meets Leon for the first time and she’d only been in France for a year. The accent completely disappears a few months later.

*Sara was a young girl when Bernhard kidnapped her sister Gabriella, starved her to the point of madness, and let her loose outside of Sara’s home. Sara’s brother managed to throw her inside their father’s workshop to protect her just before Gabriella killed him.

*Her brother’s screams still haunt Sara’s nightmares.

*Rinaldo made it back in time to kill Gabriella before she could force her way into the workshop to kill Sara.

*He still has nightmares about that night.

*It was not love at first sight for Leon and Sara. Despite Sara giving him the whip, neither of them thought they were going to see the other again after that day.

*After Leon (with Trefor’s help) killed the Basilisk thanks to the whip Sara gave him (because his sword broke during the fight) Leon is so high off of the win and the fact they didn’t die that he finds Sara again to thank her and in his excitement kisses her.

*He comes back down to earth and starts to apologize but Sara waves him off saying ‘there are far worse things than being kissed by a cute knight’.

*Despite this they still didn’t think much of it when he left to go report to his captain about the basilisk being dead.

*On his way back from the basilisk fight he comes across an exceptionally tall vampire about to rip some poor bastard’s throat out.

*He attacks Mathias with his new whip, which causes him to drop the man out of shock because the whip actually hurt him. Not much, but the fact it did anything at all was amazing.

*Mathias at first thinks Leon is just some upstart vampire hunter, and accuses him of believing in superstitions because of the cross he is wearing at the time.

*Leon’s response becomes ingrained in Mathias’s memory.

*Said response was ‘I wear a cross because I’m Catholic. You prick.”

*Leon keeps refusing to be impressed by any of Mathias’s grandeur showboating and that leads to a fight.

*Leon gets his ass kicked and the whip gets torn up.

*Mathias decides to let Leon live however, instead stealing the cross necklace he was wearing at the time.

*Leon ends up having to go back to Sara and Rinaldo to get another whip.

*And that is how Leon ended up becoming a vampire hunter.

*Over the next three years Mathias keeps coming back to pick fights with Leon, each time Sara’s whips getting better and better but still not quite good enough.

*Leon and Sara also end up getting closer and closer until Leon proposes to her.

*Mathias crashes their wedding to pick another fight with Leon.

*Sara gets her revenge for this about a month later when he appears in their kitchen and she hits him in the face with a frying pan.

*Leon is where the Belmont impulse to fight the supernatural “because it’s the right thing to do” comes from. Sara is where the Belmont impulse to fight the supernatural “BECAUSE FUCK YOU” comes from.

*Mathias never quite lives the frying pan down.

*Meanwhile Sara’s best friend Elizabetha meets a tall handsome stranger one night. This tall handsome stranger is totally unrelated (no it isn’t it’s Mathias).

*The event that finally leads Leon and Mathias to becoming friends is right after Sara creates the true Vampire Killer using a blood ritual that creates a bond between Leon and the whip.

*Leon and Mathias get into another fight, but this time Leon says something that strikes a chord with Mathias.

* “You’re old enough to have seen all of these great things, old enough to have witnessed history itself, but never did any actual witnessing? You’re bragging about all the things you missed. That’s nothing to be proud of, all it means is that you’ve spent the past however many thousand years just...existing! That’s not respectable, that’s just pathetic.”

*Mathias leaves in a huff but while he does Bernhard comes in and attacks Leon (who is exhausted from his fight with Mathias.)

*I won’t get too graphic here in the interest of avoiding triggering anyone but let me put it this way. Bernhard is the vampire equivalent of a serial killer torturing small animals before eventually moving on to people (other vampires). Leon is the small animal.

*Mathias comes back and after seeing Leon in horrible shape (he’s barely alive at this point) realizes he actually cares about Leon quite a bit and doesn’t want to see him dead.

*Mathias then proceeds to fight Bernhard and saves Leon’s life.

*And that is how they end up becoming friends.

*Over the next ten years a lot happens.

*Leon and Sara have two children. The eldest Sonia and the youngest Gabriel.

*Mathias and Trefor are named the godfathers.

*Mathias gives Leon and Sara a mirror that allows them to communicate and even venture through to the mirror on Castlevania’s end.

*Elizabetha and Mathias get closer as well, Elizabetha in fact is the reason Mathias learns so much about the medical field and the human body. She wanted real methods to actually treat people inside of “throwing tea leaves at the problem and hope it works.”

*Sara still makes whips and other alchemical weapons in hopes of defeating Bernhard one day, which leads to the creation of the Morningstar upgrade.

*However one day Elizabetha dies unexpectedly. It’s the first major bereavement Mathias has ever hand in over two thousand years. 

*It is then that it hits Mathias just how little time he has left with Leon and Sara.

*He wants them to become vampires themselves.

*They both refuse.

*Mathias, knowing that they would hate him if he forced them to become vampires, instead tries to manipulate the matter in his favor.

*He pretends to have gotten bored of Leon and Sara, and suggests to Bernhard that a good way to get Leon to come to him would be to take and turn Sara.

*This goes horrifically wrong.

*Bernhard does to Sara what he did to her sister, starving her and once she went mad with bloodlust, he lets her lose inside her and Leon’s village.

*She massacres the entire village of people she personally knew for the better part of a decade. Sonia and Gabriel barely make it in time to hide from her inside the basement with Trefor.

*When she comes back to her senses she’s drenched in the blood of all the people she knew from their village.

*Sara, unable to cope with the overwhelming guilt of having massacred her own village or the prospect of living with that knowledge for thousands of years, kills herself.

*Leon comes back just in time to see the results of what Sara had done and what she did to herself.

*Bereft and angry, Leon takes the Morningstar whip and hunts down Bernhard, and finally is the one to put an end to the vampire.

*Just before he disappears into dust however, he reveals the true mastermind behind Sara’s turning.

*Leon is completely crushed by the revelation.

*Mathias meanwhile is just discovering how horrifically wrong his plan went and goes to Bernhard’s castle with the intent of killing him in the slowest most painful way he could manage.

*Instead he finds Leon just outside the ruins of Bernhard’s castle, tears running down his face and hatred in his eyes.

*Leon attacks Mathias, beside himself with rage and grief and betrayal.

*This time Leon wins.

*But he ends up sparing Mathias. Not because of their friendship, but because it’s the cruelest thing he can think of doing to Mathias, forcing him to live with the consequences of his actions.

*He swears that the Belmont line will haunt Dracula’s every step from now on, that they will kill every vampire who dares try to harm humanity and never again will they put their trust in a vampire. 

*Mathias moves to Wallachia and Leon takes Sonia and Gabriel and goes there too. Trefor follows knowing that Leon needed a friend to help raise Sonia and Gabriel.

*Five years later however, Leon dies of a similar illness to Elizabetha.

*Sonia contacts Mathias via the mirror to inform him of Leon’s passing. She angrily declares however that she will continue what he started, and that she won’t let any other vampire hurt people the way Mathias had hurt her parents, had hurt her and her brother

*She then through tears informs him that this was goodbye. That if they ever met again, she would fight to kill him, or die trying.

*Sonia then uses the morning star whip to destroy the mirror.

*The pain and loss of losing all three of the people he had come to love and care for, the fact his godchildren now hate him and he now has to fight Leon’s family for the forseeable future, ends up physically aging Mathias in a way time hadn’t.

And this is how Lament of Innocence happens.

[taezhu]

odaxelagnia - preface

→ namjoon x vampire!reader, 18+ warning → she promised herself that she’d only do it once. sink her teeth into something, someone, just one time because she needed it. but things change. people change. she needs more than just animals. she needs him. and he’s giving himself to her on a silver platter.

A vampire bite takes roughly a week to recover from. She tells him reluctantly that he should stay in her house until she’s sure that he’s not dying,to which he softly groans a reply to. He tells her it’s okay, that she’s worrying about it too much and that she needs to shut up because it was a mistake. Boys love vampires, remember?

Silence fills the room as she pulls away from his lifeless body, staring down to the two simple marks in his neck that are accompanied by the subtle red and blue marks from a few strings of nights where they were both bored and neither of them knew what to do with their lives. Classmates, a pair that were rejected from everyone else and spent most of their time in the library studying for entrance exams. It was inevitable that they would end up together.

Not in this way, perhaps. Whilst it could have been called that they would spend their sleepless nights in each other’s company, that they would end up using each other for friendship and pleasure too, it wouldn’t have been guessed that the one secret she kept from him would be shared when she lost control of her actions.

“Fuck,” she curses, looking from the bite to his face. His pink lips are still pouted and his eyebrows furrowed. Feeling her stop from her actions, he opens his eyes to meet her gaze and begs for her to carry on unknowingly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

She's come so close to this before. The number of times she's grazed over his neck, teeth touching his tanned skin, scraping the surface and drawing the deepest, darkest of moans from him. It was everything about him, the way he tasted, the way he looked at her and the way he would pull her down to him and tell her it’s what he wanted.

Though every other time, she’d controlled herself.

She’d never sunk her teeth through his skin and drew blood like that. She never let herself get lost in his taste despite the times he told her that he wanted it. She wasn’t stupid enough to do that, she knew the complications if she gave into her true desires and got what she wanted.

She remembers the first time. It was his sixteenth birthday and it was an accident. They’d spent all day together, doing the work set for them over the christmas break by their teachers that they’d put off until after the bank holidays. She wanted to do something for his birthday but he wanted to stay in - of which she was thankful. She didn’t realise he wanted to stay in because he realised how uncomfortable she was when she was in a group of people. He realised he was her only friend for a reason.

It just happened. From her throwing a pillow at him because he said that she’ll never get a boyfriend, to her climbing on his lap and kissing him gently because she had no idea what she was doing. His hands were all over her, she followed his lead and by the end of it she was laying next to him with the covers over their naked bodies, staring up to the ceiling asking the question why a million times.

They didn’t see each other for a week after that. A lame excuse came over text each time he invited her over, a stupid phone call to check she was okay was declined. It wasn’t until he showed up to her house and made her talk to him that she said sorry, it’s all my fault and he told her it’s not your fault, babe.

It just became a regular thing.

They were best friends. Nothing more. He knew that, she knew that, they never had feelings more than that for each other. He was a teenage boy with hormones and she desired something she didn’t realise she needed until the first time.

Each time they got closer, their bodies intertwined with barely any distance and a string of curses leaving his bitten lips,  she’d want something else. Oh god, she’d think each time they were just sitting next to each other, one bite down on that neck is all she wanted. A desire above all other that she’d been controlling since her parents told her what she is. She told him to protect him. It brought something else to her.

Boys love vampires. He told her when they sat down on the bench at the park, rain starting to fall around them. He smiles widely and tells her to not worry about him, that he doesn’t care if she bites him and takes his blood. He doesn’t mind if she uses her powers on him. He wants to be her thrall.

Best friends? It’s got to be more than that.

A rumour spread around their school when he came in one day with a bruised neck, one covered in what she’d left on him from the night before. They were only bruises where she’d drawn the blood to the skin. I’d never do more than that. He’s shy, so he ignores it for as long as he can. He’ll have finished school and will be going to university soon. Does it matter that he’s got someone who wants to do that to him?

Yes, it does. The whole school puts them in a spotlight which they both hate. He hates it because he doesn’t care for guys harassing him about what you’re like. She hates it because she can’t stand the crowds. She doesn’t care how many girls think he’s cute. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my best friend.

It was supposed to stay that way. They were never supposed to be more than that unless the school kids forced them to be more. One year later and she’s done the one thing she was never supposed to do.

She presses her thumb down on the bite marks, attempting to stop what blood was left to come out of the wound. She looks over to his pale face, faded stare sending a shiver down her spine. She uses her other hand to shake him, try to get some of the life she hadn’t already stolen back into his bones before it was too late.

But with each passing second he seems to grow weaker and weaker, eyes still desiring for her to finish her work because he’s really like thrall to her these days.

Not a boyfriend.

Not a plaything.

He’s someone she uses, forgetting the risks that she’s been told about by her parents and continuing to get what she wants from. It’s usually just a touch here, a kiss there, show me what you’re missing out on and I’ll help you. I’ll give you what you need. That’s what he is to her.

He’s always wanted it though, he’s always wanted her to bite him and here they are. He didn’t know it would hurt like this.

A vampire bite takes roughly a week to recover from. She tells him reluctantly that he should stay in her house until she’s sure that he’s not dying,to which he softly groans a reply to. He tells her it’s okay, that she’s worrying about it too much and that she needs to shut up because it was a mistake. Boys love vampires, remember?

Well how do you feel about being one?

It’s agony for him. She wishes he didn’t have to go through that kind of pain, that he could have stayed how he was and not have to live this kind of life with him. She hears his bones break and heal themselves, she holds his hands as his new blood starts circulate. She lays with him as he stays awake all night with no ability to sleep through the darkness.

She helps him find his first meal. Sure, it’s not human blood. It’s animal blood. It’s not as good, it’s terrible if you ask anyone else, but she’s lived on it. The only human blood I’ve ever tasted is yours. She wishes she could make it even, that she could give him her own blood and make this easy for him. She remembers when she was turned she refused to leave her room for weeks. Her parents - the people who took her in, moreover - they forced her to leave the house and feel the skin as her body adjusted to it. She does the same with him. She helps him.

That’s why they’re best friends and nothing more. There’s a difference.

a/n: the rest of the story will be written in second person (you)! thank you for reading!