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emmiri-bumble · 1 year

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since my online origin is actually tumblr i feel a bit more open with like.. being unhinged about Dotty and her DN rewrite timeline and endorsing the fact that Naomi/Noddy, L's daughter, and Natsuki/Nat, Light's daughter, are absolutely some of my all time favorite characters that ive written (largely based on funnee family videos)

(please accept the crungled quality im working with scraps) And if youre not familiar with my DN rewritten; In short the synopsis is "What if L always had a friend from the start?", " What if people were allowed to be lgbt+?", and "What if i spat in the face of the god of all death itself?"

Anyways Dot has a kid with L and Light. Thats how it be. Here's a bunch of the greatest hits of Nat and Noddy

~ Someone's filming L L knocks on Naomi's bedroom door Baby Naomi opens it Naomi: ba? L: hello miss I'm selling girl guide cookies, are you interested in buying a box? They're £2.75 each. Naomi: uuuh- L: I have all the kinds. Thin mints… Shortbreads… Samoas Naomi: no no bah bah L: ok thank you byyye -Naomi closes the door- Mello, loudly, inside that room: Naomi did you seriously just send that poor scout away without buying me nothin??? L starts giggling quietly so hard that he has to brace himself against the wall. Mello, play yelling: WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE??? Naomi: BABABABAGHAA!!!!!!!! L practically collapses ~ L gently feeding months old Naomi her first lemon slice while out to dinner. Naomi: gbbh. She sucks on it. Naomi: buh…gaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! L: yeah it's bad without sugar, isn't it?

L feeds months old Nat her first lemon slice while out at dinner. Nat: ubbu? Nat suckles on it longer than Noddy and L takes it away. Nat: eeehehehe!! She leans in for more. L: weird. Light: ….weird.

Naomi: What game you playin, Lollie? Ollie, too focused: hm? Near: he's playing "paying the bills" Naomi: is he winning? Ollie: no.

~ BB: don't you want to get a job someday? Naomi: no because i don't want to be sad.

~ Mello: have fun at school! Naomi: that's not how school works.

~ Naomi: Beebee tell me which hand has a sock in it!!!! B looks and sees Naomi holding out two hands, palm up. With one hand that's clearly clenched around a sock. B: you're the child of the smartest people i know. Naomi: i know that thank you! B: and you're stupid if you think I'm fooled. Naomi: don't… Don't be naughty :' 0

~ Isaiah: what do you have there? Naomi: butter knife. Isaiah: for…what? You're not cooking. I am. Ollie: we are. Naomi: for..buttering things. Ollie: in your bedroom? Naomi backs away quickly Isaiah: .. there better be butter in that fridge. ~

Naomi: YALL ARE A NIGHTMARE!!!!!! Naomi runs up the stairs on all fours to go sulk in her room

B: SHES RIGHT. IM GONNA GO COMFORT THE BUGBEAR!!! B storms up after her in much the same way ~

Matt: okay kids! Sandwich dinner time! Naomi: i did TOO MUCH homework to be getting LOUSY SAMMIES for dinners!! Nat: YAH. Matt: OH~ SORRY IM NOT UNCLE OLLIE~!! ~

Nats at a play place in a childrens museum trying to draw at a station. One little insufferable boy keeps tugging her paper. Over and over. Nat keeps yelling at him to stop. Light and Dot are both there intensely watching her. His parents are nowhere to be seen. Maybe. Nat: stoop!!! Boy: ~stooop~ Nat: i mean it dude!! Boy: i don't care, your drawing sucks. Nat: ugh- She throws down her pencil and stands up. Nat: OH IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO SOMEONE WHY DONT YOU JUST GO VISIT YOUR DAD PICKING UP TRASH ON THE SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY WITH THE OTHER INMATES!?? Dot: oop-! Too real!! She scuttles over to disarm her kid

Naomi: Daddy up!!!! L: ok, nugget. He picks her up into his chair Naomi: I'm gonna be mommy now. L: haha, fine by me. Naomi reaches for the computer and points at it Naomi: aw shit! She pulls over a stack of documents and pretends to look through them. Naomi: Aw mother fucker! Oh, L, you idiot! Neenee you bastard you bought- you- you did all the spending for the whole three years! God damn it!! L: ….we need to have a talk with mommy about swearing.

Jules: take this biscuit. She drops toddler Naomi off at Nears side. Naomi: nee nee. Jules: she developed a new hobby and i don't admire that shit in my kitchen. Near: what….did she do? Jules: she took a bite out of every piece of produce on the counter. Every. Single. One.

~ Dot: baby, you have to slow down and breathe in and out. Nat: IIIIIIII DONTTT WAAAAAAANNNAAAAAA Near: I'll breathe with you, let's follow mommy. Dot: ok breathe in. Deeep. They both breath in. Dot: breathe outtttttt. They both breathe out. They do this a few more times. Naomi in another room: NAAAASUGII! Nat stops breathing Nat: HOL ON IM BREATHING HERE!! Nat goes back to her deep breathing Near starts giggling, ruining it.

~ Video of Mello pointing at a smudge on the wall. Interrogating Naomi. Mello: what is it? Naomi: ….. knowledge. Mello: knowledge?? Naomi: yeah cause i squished the bug. Mello: and all his knowledge came out? Naomi: it's sad. Mello: it is. Mello: stop slamming bugs on the wall.

~ Shows baby Naomi a picture of Mello Dot: who's that?? Naomi starts smiling and giggling uncontrollably. Dot: who is it?? Naomi screams in delight. Mello, in the distance: I've never felt more validated in my life. L: every day my approval becomes more and more like chopped liver to him.

~ Video of Mello standing in the doorway, 8 month old Naomi is outside and soaking wet, its been raining. Naomi, with gusto: ghgbgbyeeey byteeebyeeee ghggugugus ddaddbaba!!! Mello: I dont think so Naomi Gage, get in here. Naomi, more angry, arguing even harder: gagabgaasusbufusubuuuru!!!!! Mello: No means no, young lady, youre coming in before you catch your death. Naomi: NAANANANA lebeebesbsbe guggugddaaa!!!!! L, behind the camera: try this -he holds out his hand, theres a snickerdoodle cookie in it- L: Nooooddy, come inside and share a biscuit with daddy. Naomi, nodding: ba. -naomi walks in, ignoring mello-

~ Video of Naomi (1 ish) picking up her toys and aggressively explaining them to Near Naomi: gughghgd babaaab gagaaaa huhuhbuuububu bbb!! Near: ….okay.. -Naomi tosses that one down and picks up another- Naomi: BABABABABABABA aababagsgugugu gugugugugbebemmmmmmmba! Near: ………………. Dot, filming: oh lord we gon' have our hands real full… -Dot holds up the positive pregnancy test that no ones seen yet- Naomi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAABABABABAB GUGUGUGUGUGSSSSAAAAAAAAA Near: I get it, Naomi. i get it -Naomi takes a step closer and shakes the train in her hand- Naomi: AAABABA bublblblblblbblblblbblblbllll!!!!! Naomi: MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Dot: wha? Naomi: AAABABABABABABABABAB! She's waving the train Dot: yeah it is! Naomi: ( : !

~ Video of Baby Nat proudly sitting on top of an overturned plastic tub. muffled sounds in tub B: Natsuki Nat: ba? B: get off the tub. Nat: waaaa?? B: whats in the tub? Naomi, muffled: Get off, Stinksuki!! Nat: uhh gggbhbg. B: is that your big sister? Nat: noh. B: well get off the tub and let me see. Naomi: Im loosing air you big jerk! -Nat crawls off the tub and Naomi immediately bursts out- Naomi, 3: She twied to Kill ME!!! B: eh it runs in the family

~ Nat, 5 months. Sitting in Matt's lap. Matt, pointing: are you gonna smile at NeeNee? Matt: is she smiling? Near: yes she is. Hello Natsuki. Nat: Baaa!! Matt, pointing again: smile at Uncle B? B gives her a crazy grin back. Matt points once more: smile at papa? Nat wriggles. Light: what? No smile for your father? Nat: bbbbb noh. Everyone: HER FIRST WORD!!! ~

video of Nat, 3, outside and holding a stick Nat: is this a bug? Dot: no. Its a stick. Nat: hm. Dot: its a stick bug!! -nat drops the stick like mid sentence- Nat: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Video of Natsuki's first steps -She takes two shaky steps towards Ryuk and then falls and starts crying.- Ryuk: that didnt hurt, i know that didnt. stop crying. Ollie: shes crying because shes upset that she couldnt walk up to you on her own. Ryuk: :0 Ryuk: oh, it's ok Natsuki. -Ryuk picks her up and slings her over his shoulder like she likes- Nat: bbbbbbbbbrrrrr Ryuk: she weirds me out sometimes… Ollie: humans are weird. Jules, filming this: fuck we cant show Grandma Yagami this one. Light: NO I NEED A VIDEO TO SHOW MOM AND SAYU, WE HAVE TO STAGE A NEW ONE

Dot: Yeah. they came out of me She points at her kids Naomi: I WAS IN HER POCKET

Natsuki, 3, in the car. Nat: I will get a biscuit. Wight. Now. This. Minnite. Ollie: how about you ask for one. Nat: a. Biscuit. Now. Ollie: no, you gotta ask and say please too. Nat: I can get a biscuit, peas. Nat, quieter: wight now.

- A series of short videos consisting of Naomi and Natsuki throwing a slice of cheese on an unsuspecting family member

Eventually Jules joins their fun with them. She was never cheesed.

Starts with them throwing a slice on a quietly snoring Light. Hes spooked awake and stares at them with rage.

Cuts to them throwing one on Near from behind. He dosent react, he just picks the slice out of his hair and starts pulling off pieces to pop in his mouth.

Cuts to them throwing the slice on Dot as she walks into the room. Dot: -SHRIEK- Dot: oh hey, is this muenster? score.

Cuts to them throwing a slice on Mello, slapping it right over his scar. Mello flinches, looks at the girls (Now featuring Jules!) and deadpan goes Mello: am i pretty now?

Cuts to them throwing a slice onto L from behind but they miss his head and slam his back audibly L: -Shrieks and jumps- Light, barreling for them: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THROWING CHEESE AND SURPRISE ATTACKING YOUR FATHER!? The gals: -Shrieks- L, softly in the background: oh, cheese.

Cuts to video of them walking up to Matt as he gets out of his car and slapping the cheese over his goggles Matt: -shrieks- Matt: oh hey, muenster. Score.

Cuts to them throwing a slice on Ollie while hes standing at the kitchen counter distracted. He effortlessly slaps the cheese away before it even hits him. Girls: HOW?

Cuts to them throwing a slice on an unsuspecting B who immediately turns around and SLAMS it back onto Naomi's face.

Nat, 5 ish. Sliding down a slide on a wet autumn day Nat dismounts Nat: woh. Light: what is it? Nat: my bum jus got all wet. Nat stands and stares a little awkwardly, reaches back and wipes leaves off her butt, and then skitters off Dot: …………… Light: ………………. Dot, whispering aggressively: the ultimate fusion of meee and youuuuuuuu

Ollie takes a pic of the fam sitting on the couch after taking Nat home from the hospital. Naomi in L's lap. L clearly with red all around his eyes from crying. Nat is swaddled in Light's arms. Dot in the middle pointing at both kids. Ollie: saaay uhhh. Near behind him: death of the american dream. Ollie: no, say siblinghood Them: Siblinghood! Naomi: Iiiblin!!

Video of Near holding baby Nat in the garage. Nats screaming with delight while Mello repeatedly revs his motorcycle's engine. Near: this is hell on my ears but it's doing wonders for my heart. Nat: AAAAA! AAAHAHAHEHEHEHEHE!!!

Naomi, 10: UNCLE NEE LOOK AT THIS SHIRT WE FOUND AT THE MALL Near shuffles up to read the girls matching shirts It says "love is always near" Near: i- may cry a little. Nat, 8: do it.

Naomi, 1 ish and sitting on the counter in the kitchen Mr. W: are you filming? L: yeah. Mr. W: hands out, please Mr. W pops a raspberry on a finger. and proceeds to do that with all the rest on that hand Mr. W: and there is, what my Nan used to call, "The bum handimans fingers" -Naomi opens wide and pops one in her mouth- L: that sounds unsavory Mr.W: i never said my Nan was a refined lady.

Near: hello Odette, would you like to see why I don't like being in charge of the kids? -Dot turns around- Dot: huh? Near, in a tee-shirt, holding up his pj shirt to show Dot the damage. Dot: ah. Near: your's and L's crotch dumpling intentionally, and quite gently may I add- Dot: got spaghetti on you… Near, gritting teeth: -pushed the bowl against my back while I was turned away Dot: you didn't try to watch her do her spaghetti slurpini. That's why she did that.

-distant sound of a recorder playing "Hot Crossed Buns"- Dot: ohh Noddy youre practicing and i didnt even have to ask! Naomi turns around to reveal shes playing it through her nostril Dot: why can't you do anything normal? Naomi: Because im your daughter, BAyBEE! Dot: i can respect that Naomi goes back to playing via nose

Mello taking a selfie video while laying down. 3 year old Naomi is lightly tracing his burn scars with her finger. Mello, to the camera: hey Nods, I thought we were napping. Naomi, sleepily: I gotta touch the bumps. Mello: you gotta touch the bumps? Why? Naomi: cos I love them. Mello somewhat starts cracking up and tearing up at the same time and he frantically ends the video there

Mello: i can count on one hand how many times ive cried. Matt: no you cant Mello: every time was for either my momma or for L Matt: bullshit Mello: i, however, have absolutely lost count of the amount of times Naomi has made me cry this week Naomi: is ok lello is okaaay!! Mello: you want up? Naomi: is ok lello i make it bettur -Mello picks her up- Naomi: you gonna b okay, misturr Mello, tearing up: ah here i go again

PawPaw with a giant wad of bills in one hand and Baby Naomi resting in the nook of the other. He hands the money to Naomi. Isaiah: here's your allowance. Dot: Professor Dad, She's one. Isaiah: yeah? And she's my granddaughter. Isaiah: Here's your allowance, baby

Mello: oh no why's Nat crying today? Naomi, trudging out of Wammys with a weepy Nat in tow Nat: MY NuH NoH AAAAADDAAA Naomi: hhhh her substitute teacher kept hearing everyone call her Nat and she kept calling her "Natalie" all day long Mello: ohhhh. Hey Nat, Nat: HUUUWAaaa muh muhh meeewwooooo -Mello crouches down and picks the poor little thing up- Mello: all my teachers kept on calling me "Michael" when i went here. Nat: aaaaahaaaa---mmmmmm Mello: isnt that silly? we have the same problem. Nat, calming down: hehe

Naomi to L: Papa wouldnt let me be you for halloween. L: oh no thats terrible. Naomi: Cause Nat wanted to be Kira. L: ohh…no thats terrible. Naomi: so.. can you be you and Papa be Kira for halloween, pleeeas? L: no. Naomi: bu- L: No. its my birthday. I will be a vampire again end of story.

1st time trick or treating with Naomi and newbie Nat Naomi in a grim reaper costume. Nats… in a sling and Ollies carrying her Neighbor: ohh hello! Are you here for candy little reaper? Naomi: uh. Trikkortreat! Neighbor: here you go little reaper. Naomi: thank you -naomi starts walking off- -Naomi turns right back around- Naomi: Hey- didju know um. Is my daddys birthday? Neighbor: Oh? well. Naomi: he- hes the vampire! Neighbor squinting at L who is meekly waving Neighbor: Happy birthday Mr. Vampire! L, barely audible to her: Thank you Madame! Beyond: ITS THEIR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TOO!

Naomi: WAAAAAhaaha- SHE ATE MY CAKE. Mello: she ate your cake? i didnt get you two any cake out of the fridge. Naomi: Sh- SHE ATE -cough- MY IMAGINARY CAKE N CAUS I-T ITS MY PLAY BIRTHDAY WAAAAA SHE ATE ALL IT Mello: hhhh… Mello walks into Nat hiding in another room Mello: Nat, did you eat Noddy's cake Nat: no i dinnit is in ma haand. Mello: the imaginary cake is still in your hand? Naomi: SHE. ATE. IT. ALL. Mello: ok go give it back to Nods, shes very sad you took it. Nat: is.. ok. iss imma hand see? Mello: yes i see it, lets go back and make things right. Nat: Okie lello, Noddie is ok is in mah hand still i got cake for you!

Baby naomi in her walker toddles into the kitchen while Ollie's cooking. Naomi: Guh. Near, on the counter doing jack shit: Guh! Naomi: nn guh. guh guh bububububuh bbbbb Naomi walks out like they just had a good talk Near: she has things to do, Ollie. So cook faster.

Naomi, barely able to talk: daddy birdy ..-inaudible- oh heeahd signs for poop and head Dot: a bird pooped on dads head on your walk? namoi nods solemly Dot: oh thats terrible im so sorry for daddy. Dot pans camera over to L, hanging up his coat and shaking his head, clearly no bird poo on him Dot: oh no thats terrible, daddy. im sorry.

Ollie: you can't make Nat open your present, Nods! Naomi: yes I can! Ollie: Nooo! Just because it's not Natsuki's Christmas gifts it doesn't mean you won't get in trouble for using Nat to ruin your surprise! Naomi: yeah buh daddy said- daddy.. he said if I open my present early it turns to underwear. Ollie: oh he did? Naomi: so.. so if you open yours it's not a toy anymore but if .. if uhh if you get your sister to open it it won't turn to nothing cause sh- cause Natsuki isn't me so the gift stays a good one! Ollie: so you think you found a loophole? Naomi: yes. Ollie: fair enough. Go tell your Dad, he'll be so pissed that he didn't see that.

Dot: when you give a mouse a cookie… Naomi: he chokes on it and dies. She shoves the toy she was chewing on back in her mouth

Nat sitting on Ollie's lap as usual Light: ok Nat, tell me again for the camera.. why do you think youre growing body hair? Nat: cos… i give Ollie too many hugs. Nat flops her body down onto Ollie in a big hug. Ollie: 🥺 💕

And my all time favorite:

Mello: look, look, Nat there's a lady bug on the walkway. Nat: a ladeebog? Nat toddles up and stomps on it several times Nat: buh byeee. Near: buh bye bug. Mello: tch- you're surely your dad's daughter.

And uh. wow you read all this? thenks

#OhDearDotty

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mothmansrevolt · 4 years

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LU Girl Scout AU (and subsequent PTA AU)

LU au where they have to pretend to be girl scouts because Time has to prove a point to the pta board and to the Karen Squad Its basically a bunch of highschoolers and singular college student pretending to be girl scouts because of both friendship and Time just shoved some sashes in their hands and said Y'all are all now girlscouts and offered to get them Chipotle as payment.

Twilight is in college(online). Warriors in a senior. Legend and Sky are juniors. Hyrule and Wild are sophmores. Four and wind are freshmen. Four is homeschooled by his grandfather though. All are in a specila branch called hylia scouts (creative i know). This means they get set uniforms and competitions with other troops over cookie selling boundaries since hylia scout troops are usually very close to eachother. There are two troops in their area including them. Troop 4296 (the Links) and 6669 (the Karen Squad) They are troop 4296 because Time wouldnt let them have either 420 or 6969

Time--a pta mom--rivals with the Karens--tired as all hell but will not hesitate to prank the karens--troop leader and/or chaperone depending on the situation--He has a million bumper stickers supporting his "girls"--honestly he's just here for the cookies--someone get this man a coffee--has two sons according to the law, but has eight in spirit--you mess with his children he will not hesitate to murder you--all his sons are arsonists and he doesn't understand why--will call the links his "daughters". half the town can't tell what children he actually has--loves coupons and discounts "Malon said I'm not allowed to start fights at the pta meetings but I will not hesitate drag her here if you insult my beautiful brats again." Twilight--Time's eldest son--only in this because he doesn't want his friends to get hurt and he loves his parents--a good boy--loves animals and will not hesitate to educate you on them--he wears overalls and if forced will wear a skirt over the overalls--he cant sell cookies for shit because nobody believes that he is a girlscout--sometimes has to duck down behind Four if certain people are around because they'll get suspicious--it does not work--He pretends to be everyone's big brother and they love him for it--perpetually confused by Wolfie "I have command over an army of teenagers and goats, nothing can stop me but gas money and my gpa." Wild--Time's second son--can pass as a girl pretty well--he destroys stuff during craft time--hot glues patches to sash--He has every one of the cooking patches and than some--Often seen with the camera photographing everything--Will help create new badges--give this boy a scavenger hunt and he will find you just about anything--has a tendency to ride on wild animals--isn't legally allowed to drive a car nor own a license. nobody knows why--second most convincing for this whole thing "This is just a glorified gang and honestly I am living for it." Four--from the neighboring farm but Twilight and Malon babysits him sometimes. he is a staple--the karens keeps trying to steal him because he is 'innocent' and 'a little lady'--this leads to ridiculous hijinks--he is small, quiet, not very mentally sound but he tries his best and is brave as all hell--owns the most badges--will rock the skirt always--fashionista or fashion disaster, there is no in-between--he's the most committed besides legend and warriors but is the most convincing--best cookie seller--Often seen handling sharp tools and knives for some reason, who gave this child a weapon?!--tends to befriend bad people--the only one with the fire safety badge even though, he to, is an arsonist--wears a vest because the sash is too big, Malon made it for him--has a bird named Ezlo who sits on his head "Sorry Miss Karen but I've been bribed with my first born child so kindly fuck off." Legend--salty and sassy--will always rock the skirt--also a fashionista and knows accessories--he's really only in this because of a running bet with warriors--he has a soft on the inside sometimes--he will get into cat fights--The other girlscouts from a rival troop HATE him because they will always lose arguments against him--knows the most about girl scouts, won't say how--Often seen blinged out with the jewelry he wins at the local chuck-se-cheese with his buddy Ravio "I have command over an entire troop of shortstacks and will not hesitate to order a strike against your fucking kneecaps. Do NOT question the authority of this skirt." Warriors--pretty boy--in a bet with Legend--also a fashionista--he is a big brother tho-- protection squad and trying his best--he is on student counsel and is a good leader--stand in when Time is busy--Often seen with a sports bag in one hand and a girl scout sash in the other--all the troops think he is a major lesbian because he keeps flirting with the other scouts--he gets more numbers as a girlscout, not that he could ever admit this "I'm a known lesbian among the girl scouts and honestly that is my crowning achievement." Sky--is here because his friends are here--He is the mom friend--second best at selling cookie because of his sweetness--He often tag teams with Four for selling cookies--is slightly confused but he's here to make sure nobody gets hurt--honestly just naps during meeting-- Often seen with blanket and a comforting hug--rival troops actually have scouts seeking out to befriend him--always forgets his skirt and is often seen borrowing his girlfriend Zelda's "Guys, please stop fighting you are all beautiful young women. Karen, you shut the frick up." Hyrule--the camper and nature boy of the group--he loves and has earned every patch for exploration and camping--tends to get lost--needs navigation patch--its been revoked from him twice--Humble and nice--often sleeps over at other peoples houses--nobody knows where he lives--it confuses the shit out of them--He is buddies with Four because Four knows the backwoods and roads the best--Often not seen due to being lost "Legend duck taped a gps to me arm and I think its lost to :(" Wind--baby boy--not as innocent as the others think--he absolutely loves being a girlscout--will play pranks on the other troops during jamborees and campouts--lives by the sea, slightly far away form everyone else--He helps with the nautical patches--hangs with the resident young delinquents, Tetra's gang. she thinks this is hilarious--he owns the troop wagon that they all use--its named King of the Red Lions or just Dave depending on the hour--only here because Twilight babysits him and his sister--also wears a vest because he thinks its cooler--Often seen with a telescope and covered in sand--someone give this child a bath "My first love may be the sea, but my second is that damned burrito, hand me the fucking skirt!" Wolfie--troop mascot--a giant half wolf half god knows what--has his own vest and patches-- has a tendency to just show up--Nobody knows where he comes from nor where he goes--he is the town cryptid and it isn't uncommon to see him pulling the troop wagon with the boys in it--Four still rides on his back--it counts as the horse back riding patch--Twilight is perpetually confused by him and its become a running gag that Wolfie is his fursona--loves cookies, sadly the cookies do not love him--can vaguely say curse words "arf" Shadow and Dark(I'm not sorry)--in karen's troop 6669 (for fun? for rivalry? who knows. they don't)--brothers--edgy bastards who are in a band together--Shadow is best friends with Four, Dark thinks he's pretty rad--Often seen with Four and the other edgy teens--both sassy, both easily pissed but trying to be kind of nice--Shadow is the only one who has achieved this--no those are not their real names, its Link and Link like everyone else in this goddamned town--HI MY nAME IS ebONY DArknESS DEMENTIA RAveN WAY--Dark is the author of My Immortal--both suck at selling cookies--tag team with Four to try and help their sales--rivals of troop 4296, they despise each other--both wear vests because Shadow wanted to match Four and Dark decided he can trick out the vest "Our mother may be a bitch and a dumbass, but at least we aren't petty white boys." "Wait Dark we are petty white boys" "FUCK" Karen Ganondorf Smith, Kaaren Link Johnson, Carhaen Reese--bitches and pta moms--runs the pta--the karen squad--Reese's daughter named Betghyani who is very nice and likes troop 4296--Johnson is mother of Shadow and Dark--they are fucking nuts y'all--they represent the three evils of the pta: the enforcer, the healthy diet extreme, and the bitch against disabled children (quiet hands!!!)--despite popular belief, Four (Link Smith) is in no way related to Karen Smith (legally at least. Karen thinks they are and it doesn't end pretty sometimes)--they all hate Time with a burning passion because he is not afraid to call them out on their bullshit "I've brought up so many stances and rules into this pta and will not have some farming hooligan upstaging the careful work me and the other heads have created!" Malon--couldn't be on pta because she almost murdered a karen with kindness--sweet and kind but can still kick ass--helped make and fix uniforms--acts as chaperone when needed and finds this all completely hilarious--she makes snacks with Wild for the meetings--has adopted all of these children--actively enforces Wind and Four to eat more because whY ARE ALL YALL SO TINY--can lift a cow "Don't talk to me or my husband or my son or my son or my eight fake sons or my lovely eight fake daughters ever again."

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #girl scouts #au #this is so stupid #but I love it #I just wanted to draw these idiots as girl scouts #Four is so done with karen's shit #Time being a dad #pta au #kinda #lu girlscout au #I wrote so much for four #I love him so much #please send help this idea came to me at 3 am #kyle waz here

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: When his buddy goes missing, Adrian spends all of his time and energy trying to get her back to him. Because they're friends, obviously.

Tags: Violence, Blood and Gore, Fluff and Smut, Kidnapping, Mommy Issues, Idiots in Love

Music Recommendation: Calendar Girl by Neil Sedaka

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Pt 1: The 14th

Please never become a hero. That shit isn't all that it's cracked up to be. It will get you killed, or worse, it will get you captured. And that's the exact situation Y/N was in. She should never have gotten involved with A.R.G.U.S. in the first place.

She had been missing for three days. That was three too many in Adrian's book. Obviously, the team were looking for her, but to him, they weren't looking hard enough. He called in sick at his job and patrolled the streets 24/7. He had run out of leads and ideas when he came across two drug dealers that carried the same tattoo as the rest of their gang, a simple line drawing of a calendar on the left side of their neck.

The dealers were arguing about something when Vigilante approached, so he grabbed one by the scruff of his shirt and slammed him up against the wall. He had his gun pressed against the other man's neck in seconds. "Where is your boss?" he yelled.

"You'll never find him," said the man at gunpoint.

"Oh, I think I will," said Vigilante, before pulling the trigger and blowing out the man's skull. He then turned the gun on the guy against the wall. "Want to end up like your buddy?"

"I'll tell you everything," the dealer whined, raising his hands above his head in surrender. Smart. He might live because of that.

Waking up for the third consecutive day in a row tied to a chair, Y/N scouted her surroundings. Yep, still the same dingy basement. No windows, no open doors, no way to tell if it was day or night. Was she still in Evergreen? Y/N had no clue. It didn't matter anyway.

As she noticed something in the corner that hadn't been there when her captor had drugged her last, he walked in. "Hey, big boy. What are we doing today? Maybe a walk in the park could do me some good," she joked.

He smirked and perched down in front of her. "Now, now, I'm glad to see you're awake, Y/N. I have a job for you."

She perked up. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't interested in doing something. Anything. Within reason, of course. "Really? And here I was, thinking you wanted to kill me."

"Kill you? Dear, why would I do that?" He injected some type of calming drug in her arm and undid her bindings, and she tried to make some cool escape but her body wouldn't comply.

One of his henchmen handed him a blue and a red expensive-looking silk dresses, which he held out to see which one she would look best in. "I like you better in red."

The dress and a matching set of shoes were placed next to her. Even in her drugged state, she knew this couldn't mean anything good. Was he trying to set her up to experience Stockholm syndrome or some shit? Fuck. Despite how much that One Direction song bangs, she hoped not.

"You know what I'd like," she began, her voice slower than usual. "To get the fuck out of here."

Her captor's fist clenched at his side, but he didn't have an outburst. Instead, he declared, "How else would we spend time together? Especially on such a special day."

What day was it? Mentally, she tried to figure out how long she had been down here. Whoever this guy was gave her three meals a day, and she had been given eight meals so far. She was well versed in that kind of addition.

Three days ago, it was the 11th. So, it's the 14th. The 14th of February. Fuck. It's Valentine's Day.

Vigilante dragged the dealer, who he found out was called Gustin, into the beat up video store that they used as a base. He shoved the guy into the centre of the room, pointed his gun at him and ordered, "Tell them what you told me."

The other members of the 11th Street Kids just stared as this unfolded. They hadn't seen Adrian for two days as he was too busy on patrol. As soon as he heard that Y/N had been taken, it was as if nothing else mattered. They weren't sure if he had eaten. He probably hadn't slept.

"This girl you're looking for," Gustin began, looking from person to person. He was met with five annoyed faces. "I know where she is."

Leota thought she was the last to see Y/N when they were hanging out in her apartment. Keeya had gotten a little angry at her because they were supposed to have gone on a romantic holiday to Paris, but because of Leota's work, they had to push it back, so Leota decided to give her wife some space. The pair watched a movie and ate popcorn like normal people.

That's what Leota liked about Y/N, she wasn't an asshole despite the fact that her job was to murder people. One look at Y/N and you'd never know her occupation. She looked normal.

In reality, Adrian had been the last person to see Y/N. He had been badly injured and her place was the closest. That wasn't technically true. Chris's was closest. But Adrian didn't want to go to Chris's if he had the chance to go to Y/N's. She would make him feel better. Peacemaker would hand him a beer and say, 'Okay, now fix yourself up'.

Clutching his side, Adrian threw rocks at her window from her back garden to get her attention. She opened the window and looked down to see him, still in his mask, waving at her with a fully crimson hand. "Fuck, that's a lot of blood," she whispered to herself, and made her way to let him inside.

Within no time, she had helped him in and led him to her couch. She removed his suit and got to work on his injury, cleaning and sanitising the area before she did any sort of repairs. "What happened this time?"

Shrugging, he muttered, "This crazy guy on crack totally stabbed me.

"Dead?"

"He is now."

"Good job," she complimented, ruffling his hair as she said it. He liked it when she was nice to him. It was unusual because he didn't tend to let people touch him unless they had to. But, he liked it when Y/N did.

She placed the first aid kit on his chest and searched for the needle. "Gag or no gag tonight?"

That question brought a blush to his cheeks. He knew why she was asking. So what if he was a vocal guy. Yes, he had a tendency to loudly bitch and whine when people patched him up. And, yes, that's why Leota always sedates him before she fixes his injuries. But, he couldn't help but think of the other, more fun, situation where gags may be involved.

"No gag."

"Please don't wake my neighbours this time," she joked, creeping the nylon through the eye of the needle. Adrian noticed she poked her tongue out slightly as she did this.

Mr. Barten next door had left a strongly worded letter under her door the last time this happened. He had gotten the wrong idea about what was going on and had basically asked if she would stop edging her incredibly loud boyfriend at three in the morning. The letter itself was written way more conservatively, but that was the general gist.

Not that Adrian was her boyfriend. Not at all.They were colleagues. Friends. Friends who often fell asleep on each other in the back of the van. Friends who made sure they spent at least six of the seven days of the week together. Friends who had kissed that one time when they were both drunk but weren't sure if the other remembered it, so they never brought it up. Yeah, you know, friends.

Gustin continued, "She's being held in the old warehouse just next to Hurtz Lane. Our boss had her in the basement."

John immediately typed that into Google Maps and found the location. It wasn't too far away. They could save her by the end of the day if things went according to plan. A plan which had not been created yet.

Harcourt pondered the situation for a second. That still didn't explain why she was taken. They had the where. Not the why. So, she asked, "What does your boss want with Y/N?"

"He wants somebody special to spend the day with."

Chris lowered Adrian's gun, gesturing for him to hand it over. He didn't even need to his buddy's face to know that he was tired. The way he was slowly swaying from side to side gave it all away. He instructed Vigilante to, "Get some rest, dude. We'll wake you before we leave."

Adrian was about to speak when the words caught in his throat. He needed to be on top form to save Y/N effectively, and for that to happen, he needed to sleep. But what if something happened to her while he was sleeping? What could he do? That's right, absolutely nothing.

Ultimately, he tried to go off to sleep, but it was unsuccessful. He got maybe thirty minutes, at most. He couldn't get the look that she had on her face when he asked, "What are you doing for Valentine's Day this year?" out of his head.

Her gaze remained on him as she brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and replied, "I'll probably eat ice cream alone and play Borderlands till I pass out. You?"

"Something similar." He let in a sharp inhale, mostly due to the pain of her stitching him up, but a small part of him needed to psych himself up to ask her, "So... since our, ow, plans are the same, want to do them together?"

Whoever had kidnapped her had taken his someone special, and that was fucked up. This was supposed to be the day where he would try and tell her what was going on in his head. Maybe she could've helped him make sense of it. But, obviously, that wasn't going to happen now.

Y/N had been escorted into a bathroom to get cleaned up and dressed in her new outfit. It fit perfectly, which freaked her out. Had they measured her while she was passed out, or did someone have a really good eye when it came to guessing clothes sizes? She hoped it was the latter.

She slipped the shoes on and looked at herself in the mirror. Hell, she didn't even look that shabby. It was what she would look like if she went on an actual, proper date, which was something she hadn't done in a long time. The excuse she always used was that 'I don't have time' or 'I'm hitwoman, that's not a green flag', when in reality, it was because she couldn't find anyone interesting enough to want to date.

Well, she had found one, but he clearly only wanted to be her friend. And that's totally fine. She liked being around him, and that was enough.

Two loud knocks made her halt her thoughts about Adrian. It was time to go along with whatever this was. Maybe she could come up with a plan to get the fuck out of there.

When she opened it, she was face-to-face with her captor. His bald, tattooed head shone due to the overhead light. "So, Julian, what's next?" She asked, maintaining a cool and icy stare.

He held his arm out for her to take. When she remained still, his jaw clenched and he stepped backwards to give her enough room so she could walk out by herself. He gestured for her to make her way in front of him, so she did.

Admittedly, she was curious and he hadn't hurt her yet. Judging by the flashes of anger he showed whenever she disobeyed, he had the ability to freak out. So, she chose her steps carefully, making sure she didn't trip on anything. Her heart was beating at an alarming rate, but she ensured her face never gave that away. It was a blank slate with nothing to be gleaned off of it.

She was guided upstairs into the most horribly decorated room she'd ever seen. Not because the items were gruesome or gory or repulsive in any way. The floor had a pattern that she didn't recognise at first, then she realised it was a strange type of tile. Each one said a different date on them. The walls were plastered with store bought calendars, each overlapping the other.

"This motherfucker is called Calendar Man?" Chris exclaimed. That was the lamest name Chris had ever heard of. "That's worse than fucking Kite Man."

"Kite Man is definitely a worse name," Economos retorted. The pair of them got into a small argument about which name sounded the dumbest.

Adrian couldn't believe his ears. This was what they were focused on? Y/N was gone, and that's what they wanted to focus on? It made him so annoyed that he wanted to tear their throats out, but he knew that would be a dumb move. Y/N was obviously still in danger, and he needed to keep his mind ready.

Emilia came back into the room and watched this unfold. When she heard the commotion, she thought it was Peacemaker and Vigilante having one of their usual idiotic and off-topic back and forths. She was taken aback when she noticed Adrian sitting quietly and nervously tapping his foot against the floor. She called out, "Look, we need to stay focused right now. We need to get her out of there. That's all that matters."

Thank God for Harcourt, Adrian thought. Normally, her no-nonsense, stoic vibe really dampened his fun. But without Y/N, he wasn't having any fun.

The boys sat down and prepared for their briefing. Leota was the one giving the presentation, so Chris gave her a supportive thumbs-up and whispered, "You got this."

Giving him a nod, Adebayo started her speech with, "Julian Gregory Day. A criminal mastermind that is obsessed with dates. On New Year's, he used a flamethrower to interrupt the annual Gotham Ball. And our reports say that last Valentine's Day, well he..." She clicked the remote in her hand to show the next image on the PowerPoint.

A girl who looked similar to Y/N had horrid purple bruises that were visible above the neckline of the blue silk dress that she was wearing. Grimly, the girl had been left where she had been strangled, upright in her chair and covered in roses. Calendar Man had clearly fed her beforehand, as the remnants of a box of chocolates could be seen on the table before her. It was a sick and twisted version of a romantic meal.

The clock behind her in the image was stopped at one minute to twelve. They had six hours to get to Y/N before she ended up the same way.

Adebayo watched as Adrian shielded his eyes. He had never done that before. He wasn't squeamish, never had been. The picture itself wasn't bloody or particularly gory in any way. But, she knew why. Everyone did. There was a reason why he always insisted that he had to pair up with Y/N. A reason why he let her use his weapons. That was why he couldn't look at someone who looked like her in a position like that.

"We have the who, what, where, and why. Now we need to come up with how we are going to get her out of there," Emilia declared.

"Guns blazing. Peacemaker and I go in, shoot every motherfucker in sight."

"Vigilante, there are two of you and, judging by what Gustin has told us, up to fifty of them," Leota countered. They needed a plan. It was sweet how much he wanted to save her, but he would get himself killed in the process.

2 vs. 50? Vigilante thought he could take that. Even if Peacemaker was too much of a pussy to try, he could take that all by himself if he had to.

Economos turned his laptop and informed them, "I managed to find the blueprints for the building. If you give me five minutes, I can hack the security cameras and see how many henchmen are posted up at the back door."

"We don't have five minutes," Adrian declared, his voice cold. These people were fucking pussyfooting around, and he was getting sick of it. If they were going to sit around and talk instead of doing something, Y/N would end up just like that picture. He got up and made his way to the door. "Fuck you guys. I'm going by myself."

Chris managed to stop him before he got out of the door. He held his hand up to stop his buddy from passing and gave him a look that said 'hold on for just one second'. He was met with an angry glare. Adrian gave in and turned to face Adebayo and Harcourt once more.

"It takes an hour and forty-five minutes to get there, so we have plenty of time to figure this out," Harcourt tried to soothe. Judging by the way Adrian blankly stared daggers at her, it did not work. Time to change tactics. Her voice finally showed the anger that she felt as she said, "I want nothing more than for her to be back with us, but going in half-cocked without a plan ensures her death. And none of us want that, Adrian. Especially not me."

Within no time, John had hacked into Calendar Man's security system and found out that there were no longer fifty henchmen in the building. Only Calendar Man and a woman in a red dress. Adrian watched as that bald headed freak, who was dressed in a very flamboyant salmon coloured three piece suit, sat opposite her, eating a meal. The table was littered with so many candles, yet the lights were still low. It looked like something out of a romance movie.

"How are your meatballs?" Julian asked as he shovelled one into his face. "I had them made especially."

"I'm a vegetarian," she replied. Whether that was true or not is another thing.

The fork in Calendar Man's hand bent under the force of his clenching hand. The skin on his face stretched and veins bulged. His cutlery clattered against the table as he let out a horrible roar. "Eat the fucking food," he snarled.

With an eyeroll, she ate some of the food before her. It wasn't actually that bad. But she pretended it was gross. Teasingly, she complained, "Wow, that tastes like actual ass. Is this the sort of service you provide in this establishment? It's going to-"

"Shut up. Shut your fucking whore mouth."

"Dirty talk, already? That's a little too soon. Sorry buddy, I just met you," she joked. His face turned red, but he took a breath to calm down. "Woah, dude, you totally have the same complexion as a tomato now. That's crazy."

"Eat the food and shut up, bitch."

John drove the van as the other members of the gang geared up in the back. Peacemaker and Adebayo had helmets on. Chris had the sonic boom one. Leota had the force field one. Harcourt was attaching a holster belt to herself. She was ready to fucking get back out there on the field. Vigilante had his visor on and was ready when they got into the van. He said it was since he needed to get 'in the zone'. In reality, it was so his team couldn't see how worried he was.

"Okay, just because they're not in the building, doesn't mean his henchmen aren't posed around the property," Emilia reminded them. John had seen a few milling around on the CCTV, waiting for their boss to be done.

This sentiment couldn't have been more correct. As they pulled up a few streets away, they could see an army of gun wielding bald calendar tattooed hooligans aimlessly walking around.

The plan was simple. Kill the henchmen. Surprise attack Calendar Man. Whilst he was preoccupied, get Y/N out of there. Bada bing, bada boom.

Calendar Man's henchmen looked as if they were lost. A bunch of muscular skinheads just waiting for something to happen. And fuck, something happened. The first one to shoot was Vigilante. Of course it was. He took down three without even aiming that hard.

"Vee, we said we'd all start shooting on three," Chris argued. He shot another two before they even realised they were being attacked.

"You guys were taking too long to count."

Harcourt and Adebayo shot each other an exasperated glance and started firing too. Leota was always horribly surprised by how good at this she was. Leota got five in the leg. She never shot to kill again; it was too hard on her conscience. Emilia got two.

That was the first line of defence out. Peacemaker and Harcourt went left. Vigilante and Adebayo went right.

Peacemaker made sure to always keep Emilia behind him. Not that he thought that she couldn't handle herself, he just didn't want to see her get hurt again. That crushed him the last time. He had begged her to stay in the van with Economos, but there was no convincing her otherwise.

Y/N and Emilia had known each other for years. While Emilia had been working under Waller, Y/N had been feeding her any information that she found out that could get Emilia out of her employment. Any tidbit of gossip, allegation, or piece of intel she could get her hands on was passed along. Hell, Y/N may have even tortured a bad guy or two to help Emilia. Harcourt wasn't one for friends, but if she were one, Y/N would be classified as her dearest.

She still had a slight limp as she walked. That didn't stop her. When they came across another henchman, Emilia kicked him in the back of the knees and got him in a headlock. "How many more of you are there?"

"I don't know. We don't exactly do a head count. Just -" The guy never got to finish his sentence as Emilia shot him in the temple before he could.

Chris loved watching her fight. She was a certified badass. "You can quote me on this if you want. That gave me a semi and I'm not even joking."

"Gross. Why did you tell me that?"

On the other side, Adebayo had yet to shoot another person, despite this side being crawling with henchmen. Vigilante executed them without even trying to have fun with it like he usually did. Before she had even registered that there were enemies around, he had killed eight of them already.

Ducking behind a large dumpster, she looked across at Vigilante as he reloaded. The red pane of glass next to his eyes had a splattering of blood across them. She could tell without even seeing his face that his jaw was clenched and his brow was furrowed. "Hey, man, we are going to get her back," she reassured.

"I know." He sounded determined. Leota was taken aback. He hadn't spoken much since they got into the van. It was almost unsettling. For the first time in her life, she wished he would start ranting or speaking his mind like he usually did. When he was silent, she noticed just how effective he was. This goofy, dorky dude could easily be a villain with how good and at ease he was at killing people.

Maybe not a supervillain, she thought. He's not smart enough for that. But he's smart enough to be dangerous.

Still not saying anything, he placed his gun next to Leota's head and shot some guy behind her that had just spotted them. The sound rang in her ears and she chastised, "Warn me next time, dude."

Without replying, he got up and made his way towards the next line of defence. He didn't even look behind him to see if Adebayo was following.

After picking at her meatballs, Y/N tapped her hands against the table in a fun little rhythm. She had heard from her dentist that circulating blood flow was a great way to help ease the effects of local anaesthesia.

Julian watched in annoyance. His victims had never acted so casually before. They usually would be begging for their lives at a moment like this. None of them had been so cocky. Who the hell was this girl?

"Julian, you seem more stressed," Y/N commented.

"Shut up."

"Is everything alright?"

"That's none of your fucking business," he snapped back. He had stalked her for at least a week. Unlucky for him, that was the week she had taken off. From the outside, she looked like a completely normal person. She had waited in a really long line with Economos to get the newest Assasins Creed. Had gone drinking with Adrian and Chris. Emilia had stopped by her apartment to have a chat. Leota hid out from her wife with Y/N. She seemed normal at that time.

But, clearly she wasn't.

"Do you want to know why I picked you?" He asked. She narrowed her eyes.

Oh no, the bad guy was about to reveal his backstory. Maybe she didn't have long left.

"No. But you're going to tell me anyway, aren't you?" She jeered, her voice monotone. It may prolong her life expectancy if she made this story go on and on. Or, he might get angry at her attempts to interrupt him and just finish her off before she even regained total feeling in her body again.

Novocaine. That's what he must've used. That would explain the faint ringing in her ears and the tingling in her fingers. That drug only lasts around ninety minutes, and it had been longer than that since he had injected her. Maybe there was something in the food too, she concluded.

"When I was young -"

"Oh, please don't tell me that I look like your mother," she teased. It was typical. A guy like that clearly had issues. And mummy issues are so easy to come by these days. By the look on his face, she could tell that she was 100% correct. "Aw, did mummy not love you?"

"Shut the fuck -"

"You kidnap women and pretend they're your mother. And then you take them on pseudo dates," she yelled. She was enjoying this. "You are seriously oedipal. Did you want to fuck your mother? I bet she was a great lay."

Calendar Man shot out of his seat and forcefully attached his hand to her throat. He hadn't squeezed yet. She still had a smile on her face as she commented, "Are you trying to scare me or turn me on?"

He released her neck and started running his fingers over the skin just under her collar bone. Her grin turned into an angry snarl. This girl reminded him a lot of his mother.

Gross.

The fire behind her eyes. The hurtful taunting. The way she didn't like him. The way she fought when he first captured her. The way that nothing he had done seemed to faze her. That was just like his mother.

Maybe he would keep this one. That would totally mess up his schedule, but he couldn't ignore this. She was special. Too special. He had to keep her.

Placing his finger under her chin and tilting it up to look him in the eyes, he tried to say something, but she spat in his face before he got a word out. He pushed her away from him, wiping the saliva off of his face with his wrist. He grabbed his gun off his belt and took his time aiming it at her head. Repeating her words, he said, "Are you trying to scare me or turn me on?"

"Neither. I wanted to get that god awful meatball taste out of my mouth."

Vigilante was out of bullets. He had resorted to slicing Calendar Man's henchmen to pieces. His gloves were covered in blood. Just in general, he was covered in blood. There was so much blood that his footsteps left red prints wherever he walked.

Leota had given up on her no-killing rule. It was better for these dudes that they went quickly, so after Vigilante left them to bleed out, she shot them to put them out of their misery. He had gotten through four and didn't even stop walking forward. Another one got a jab in the stomach. The final one had the blade dragged across his neck.

Adebayo managed to hurry out of the way of the spray of this guy's fluids. At least she didn't have to shoot that guy. She hopped her way over all of the ichor puddles and followed behind him.

Peacemaker and Harcourt had also mowed down a fair few henchmen. Chris had a tactic. He'd walk into the middle of a cluster, then set off his sonic boom. It would kill maybe six at a time. He had used it three times.

Every time he did it, he would give Emilia a thumbs-up to ensure she was ready and a safe enough distance away. Somehow, guts and organs and all that gross shit still managed to find their way over to her. On the third time, a guy's still intact pancreas landed on her head.

"What the fuck, Chris?" She'd asked him in shock. It was not in her game plan to have parts of the human body land on her.

"I can't control where shit gets shot!"

The final sonic boom should've been heard by the pair at dinner. It wasn't. The room was soundproofed. No sound could be heard from outside, and vice versa. Calendar Man was unaware that he had lost most of his army.

Economos asked over comms, "You guys in position?"

"Affirmative. Wait, hold on," Vigilante replied, then looked behind him and gestured to Adebayo. She saw the enemy and shot him. "Now we are."

"We've got three guys in front of us," Emilia informed them as she shot from around a corner and hit one. "Two."

Dual wielding his pistols, Chris took no time to execute the final two. "Go time?"

"Fucking go time," John replied.

From either side of the building, the 11th Street Kids made their way inside. On the right was the most direct way into the room where the dinner was happening. That's why Adrian insisted on going that way. He would be first to get to her.

Julian lowered his gun as he saw how little she reacted to it. "The anaesthesia will wear off soon. Give it five minutes. I usually want the woman to feel the full extent of her last breath."

Usually. That implied that this time was going to be unusual. "But not this time?" She inquired.

"No. Your last breath will not be tonight."

Well, fuck. This had gone from a weekend kidnapping to a life time kidnapping. She'd prefer to die. Her body had regained most of its feeling, so she was ready.

Clumsily, she knocked over the wine he had provided. Actually, no, it wasn't out of clumsiness, she had intended to do it. It ensured that the fire she was about to start would be much more flashy. Wine isn't flammable, but it does give a cool flambé effect.

Harshly yanking at the dinner table, the mass amount of candles fell onto their side and instantly lit aflame. The plates and cutlery were thrown onto the floor, but she managed to grab the wine bottle before it smashed to the ground. She got to her feet and took a swig, then smashed it against the table.

Her first step was a little wobbly as she backed her way towards the wall. But, that was fine because two seconds later, she watched as Vigilante kicked down the door and instantly got to her side. "I've got you," he reassured her, placing his arm around her waist to steady her.

She was ready. She'd been ready since the moment she awoke. Ready to kill. It took her no time at all to regain her balance, which was aided by the fact that she leant down and took the heels off.

Calendar Man just tried to hurry to the other door, only to open it and find Peacemaker with his gun already aimed at him. He made his way back to the middle of the room with his hands up in surrender as each member aimed their weapons at him.

Y/N reached for the knives Vigilante kept on the back of his utility belt and sauntered up to her captor, being sure to step over the broken pieces of bottle on the ground and grabbing a handful of some of the cold spaghetti and meatballs. She taunted, "Oh, Julian. Looks like we have you cornered, buddy."

The look in his eyes, fear, disgust, and anger, made her smile. The moment she did, she kicked him in the balls, causing him to slump to his knees. "Who the fuck are you people?"

Crouching down to be eye level and shoving the food in his face, she retorted, "We're people who have fucked your mum," and stabbed him in the abdomen over and over. His blood spooled onto her hand, which she brought up to cup his cheek as she continued, "I'm so glad that the drugs have worn off, so I can feel every second of your last breath."

It was moments like this that Adebayo remembered that Y/N was not normal. Not in the slightest.

She ripped the knife out of Julian and placed it against his neck, slowly dragging it against his skin. Tears filled his eyes as the blood and spaghetti poured down his shirt, and he managed to squeak through his pain, "Mummy?"

What a sad little man. At least his life was over now.

Adrian tried not to get a boner watching this unfold. Luckily, his body was too tired to even try. Fuck, she was so hot. And safe. She was safe now. That's all that mattered.

"Bit intense, don't you think, Y/N?" Emilia declared, her face finally morphing into a smile. Y/N handed the knife back to Vigilante and brushed some hair out of her face with her bloodied hand, getting red all over her cheek before being engulfed in a hug by Harcourt.

They had never hugged before. Y/N wasn't sure if Emilia had ever hugged anyone before. She reciprocated instantly and joked, "You try being stuck with this guy for three days."

One by one, they left the room until it was just Vigilante and Y/N. She was on her knees, examining what she had done. It was probably her messiest job ever. She tended to be clinical. Some would say it's humane. This was cruel. "The spaghetti is what made it too much, right?" She playfully asked, looking up at him.

He didn't answer. He held out his hand to help her up, then wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in her neck. "Are you okay, Ade?" Y/N asked, squeezing him back.

"I am now," he responded, his voice muffled by her hair and his mask.

Taking him by his blood-covered gloved hand, she led them out of the building. Listening as he gave her directions on how to leave. When they made it back to the van, she greeted John, "Economos, how are you doing pal?"

John just stared at how blood soaked they were. He threw them some cloth and ordered, "Do not come in here like that."

In response, she laughed and wiped her hands off as Adrian de-Vigilanted. Somehow, he had even managed to get blood under his mask, so she reached out and got it off for him. As she gently wiped his face with the cloth with one hand, her other was lightly caressing his other cheek.

Adrian finally smiled. It was big and goofy and tired and perfect.

They were handed spare clothes, and each took turns getting changed out of sight of the others. Adrian had made sure that her spare clothes were 'forgotten', so it was really lucky that he brought two sets just in case.

"It's a shame," Chris mused when he saw that she had changed. "You looked really hot in that dress. Didn't she, Vee?"

Chris was rewarded for that comment with a punch in the arm from Adrian and a glare from Emilia. Y/N laughed and added, "You should've seen me before I took the heels off. Total knockout."

On their way back to Evergreen, she noticed that Adrian looked exhausted and guided his head to her shoulder, her fingers softly raking through his hair. Within no time, he was fast asleep. Leota caught this and explained, "He hasn't slept since he found out you were missing."

"Well, that was stupid of him."

"Love makes you stupid."

She looked down at him and smiled to herself. It was obvious. Why hadn't she seen it before? His stupidity was love. He was in love with her. It was mutual. She kissed him on the crown of his head and tried to ignore the looks her team was sending her way.

Evergreen. What a sight for sore eyes. She never thought she would feel so relieved to see that busted, gross looking video store.

As soon as they arrived, she lightly pulled on his ear to wake him up. It was silly, but it was how she always used to wake him up when they had to take shifts on overnight stake outs. It was so he knew it was her. "Home?" He groggily muttered, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

"Yeah. Home."

After some tests that Emila forced her to do to check if she was okay, she said her thank yous and goodbyes to everyone but Adrian. Chris ruffled her hair and John waved. Adebayo told her that she had patched things up with Keeya and didn't need to hide out tonight. Emilia, very forcefully, insisted that she'd be by in the morning to check up on her. Adrian waited and waited for his goodbye.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to Adrian?" Chris asked, slamming his arms down on his buddy's shoulders in an attempt to wake him up further.

"No," she stated. Wasn't it obvious? "There's still an hour left of Valentine's Day, and I said we'd spend it together. He's coming with me."

Adrian was stunned. After all that, she still wanted to celebrate today? Then he remembered, "Oh fuck, I forgot to get some ice cream."

"I've got plenty," she replied, and lightly pushed him towards the door. "Come on, loser. Let's go."

The drive to her home was comfortably silent. His head leaned against the window as she drove. She could tell he was still shattered. He was usually so talkative. She could listen to him talk for hours, and usually did. Before she could stop herself, she took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it in his.

"I missed you," he said, his voice rough. "Like a lot."

The way he said it made her look twice. Maybe, just maybe, this was an admission of feelings. "I missed you, too," she answered, her thumbs gently brushing against the back of his hand.

And it was true. Every bit of alone time she had, she'd think of him. Think of him talking to her so she wouldn't be so alone in some weird guy's basement.

Making it to her house, she held out her hand for him to take so she could pull him through her front door. Her apartment looked as if it had when she had left it last. It was as if nothing had happened.

"When did you last eat?" He answered with a shrug. That meant he hadn't had food for quite a while. "Well, I was nabbed when I went to the grocery store, so I don't have much," she told him. "Will jalapeño poppers be enough?"

Anything would be enough. As they waited for them to heat up, they sat down on her sofa. At first, he seemed awkward. What was he supposed to do? Now was hardly the time to bombard her with all of the questions that were swimming around in his head. She had just been kidnapped for fucks sake. The last thing she needed was for her friend to say: 'I think I might be in love with you because every second you weren't by my side, I wanted to crawl into a hole and collapse in on myself.'

She noticed his apprehension and placed his arm around her shoulders, leaning her head against his arm. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," he let out. "It's okay."

The pair didn't speak much. They didn't need to. They just enjoyed the feeling of being back together. When the food was done, she plated it up for him. "Where's yours?" He asked, noticing she wasn't eating.

"I had some pretty good meatballs earlier," she replied. "I don't think I'll ever be able to eat them again, but, oh well."

He let out a light chuckle. She seemed to be doing okay, and that's all that mattered to him. After everything that had happened, he just wanted to be with her and make sure nothing like that ever happened again, which was wishful thinking in their line of work.

After he was finished, she laid back and held out her arms for him to crawl into. He obliged and placed his head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heart. It was a little faster than he had expected. "Sorry that you didn't have a normal Valentine's Day," he apologised. Not that it was his fault. He felt like it was. He could've and should've saved her within the first day, at least that's what he believed.

"All I wanted to do was spend time with you, and I've done that," she stated, running her finger down his spine. "I'd say that it was a success on that front."

Adrian leant up in surprise. He had to scan her face to see if she was fucking with him. It didn't look like it. As he analysed her face, he noticed how her gaze wandered down to his lips. Did she want him to kiss her? Fuck, before he could debate it further, he just went for it.

His thumb brushed down her bottom lip, parting them as he brought his closer. Then his hand landed on her chin and slowly tilted it to give him better access to lower his head to press a soft, sleepy kiss on her lips. It was nothing like what he imagined it to be; it was better. She gave in without question, allowing him to deepen it, and he felt her heart speed up in response. He could stay like this for hours if he was allowed to.

But she didn't allow him. She pulled away and offered, "If you sleep, I promise we can spend all of tomorrow making out."

"All of tomorrow?"

"All of it."

Giving her one final peck on the lips, he nestled his head in her collar bone and soon fell asleep as she drew little soothing shapes across his back. She watched with a small smile as he peacefully rested against her.

How could she have missed the way he looked at her? Ever since Leota had brought it up, she had noticed how big and beautiful his heart eyes for her were. Did she look at him that way? She felt that way, but she had always been good at suppressing what she felt.

This led her to questions that she didn't want to answer. He was a vocal guy. Why hadn't he let slip how he felt about her? Had she said something to make him think otherwise? Or was he too nervous? Maybe he didn't think that she felt the same way. Maybe he thought that she was just being nice and he should just go along with it because that's what friends did. She pondered all of this before she fell asleep too.

Pt 2: The 15th

She woke sometime in the early morning and tried to wiggle out from under him. But he wasn't having it. He just held her more tightly and whined, "No, I'm not letting you go yet."

"Ade, I need a pee and it would be nice to use a toilet instead of a bucket like I had to before," she explained. He released her but didn't seem happy about it.

When she returned, she laid down on him and his hand instantly clamped around her waist. She could feel his heart beating through his shirt, and it sent tingles up and down her spine. "I'm going to make you breakfast when we wake up," he informed her. She knew that he was not a good cook.

"Why don't we sleep as long as we can, then order so you don't burn my kitchen down?" She compromised, her hand cradling his face. It was sweet of him, but she preferred her waffles unburned.

"My cooking is not that bad."

Kissing him on the cheek, she retorted, "It is, baby."

Baby. The way she said it, it just rolled off her tongue. It was as if she was supposed to call him that. He couldn't help the blush that rose to his cheeks. "Baby," he repeated, giving it more emphasis. He had a silly grin on his face, so she laughed.

They got up far too late. Adrian usually had an alarm that went off every morning at eight, and they completely slept through it. They had also slept through multiple missed calls from Emilia, which caused her to use the key Y/N had given her for emergencies and barge into the apartment with her gun out.

The very loud, "Oh fuck," is what woke them up. Emilia had silently crept in to check for intruders and came across the pair on the couch. Y/N actually liked Adrian back? She thought her friend had more sense than that.

Y/N hand immediately reached under the sofa and grabbed the gun that she hid under there, preparing herself for a showdown. It never came. As she lifted her head off Adrian's chest and pointed the barrel at the origin of the sound, she realised who it was. "Emmy, what are you doing here?"

"She lets you call her Emmy?" Adrian inquired. If anything, that was the most insane thing he had ever heard.

Ignoring him, Emilia countered, "What are you doing?"

"I was sleeping."

"You know what I mean." Emilia holstered her weapon, so Y/N did the same. "I was planning on checking up on you, but I see that Vigilante got here before me."

"I never left," he replied, smugly smiling at her and his arm pulling Y/N closer to him.

Harcourt wasn't fond of this relationship, but she had to admit it made sense. It was inevitable that it would happen. She made her way towards the door. "I'm going to leave before I see something that will scar me for years to come."

"Bye, Emmy."

"Yeah, bye, 'Emmy'" Adrian repeated. That little shit.

"Only she gets to call me that," Emilia retorted as she stepped out of the door. Seconds before she was out of sight, she added, "Call me that again and I'll make it so you'll never be able to have kids."

Adrian knew to never call Harcourt that ever again. That was a pretty good threat. It was one that he never wanted to find out if she was being real or not.

Just as Y/N was about to say something, she got cut off by an attack. A kiss attack. A full on kiss that she returned with gusto. "I should've done this sooner," Adrian murmured against her mouth. His fingers threaded through her hair as he deepened the kiss. "Way sooner, baby."

She moaned into his mouth. This was the kind of kiss she'd been waiting for. The kind that made her forget about everything else. It made her feel free and not worried about anything. It made her feel loved, and that was all she needed right now.

"Can we skip breakfast?" he whispered, breaking the kiss. His hands slowly moved down her back until they rested on her ass, which prompted her to straddle him.

"We can do whatever you want," she replied huskily, her lips already on the way to his neck. She rested her hands on his cheeks and ran her fingers through his hair.

He leaned his face up to her ear and teasingly asked, "What if I called you mummy like Calendar Man did?"

"That man has ruined all the sexiness of that word for me."

"I'll stick to baby then," he confirmed. He didn't mind. It made sense. Using his strength, he stood up with her legs still attached around his waist and made his way to her room. "I'm going to fuck you so good you'll never even think about another man."

That was a bold statement and she had no clue if it was true or not, but she didn't mind in the least. "I'd love to see you try," she challenged, pulling his shirt that she was wearing over her head and throwing it behind them.

"You're on."

Placing her down on the edge of the bed, he gazed at the sight before him. Fuck. She looked like that under her clothes? Holy fuck, how had he gone without seeing that for so long? He needed to touch her. Desperately. He knelt between her legs and waited for her to pull her trousers down. She did, of course, and he couldn't help himself. He kissed his way up from her ankle to her thigh until he finally settled on her clit. "Oh fuck," he whispered, his thumb taking over for his mouth as he spoke. "So fucking hot."

"Glad you approve, baby," she moaned. She grabbed his hair to keep him where she wanted him and rocked against him in a rhythm that made her breathless. Adrian didn't waste any time. He licked his way up her slick core and then plunged his tongue inside, delving deep. "Fuck, Ade, don't stop."

He didn't. Not until she was coming down from her high and gasping his name. When she was finally able to breathe normally again, he stayed where he was, his tongue dancing around her, getting any last drop he could.

"Alright, your turn." He shook his head and gestured to his crotch. He didn't need a hand (or a mouth) to get him ready. He was fully ready. "Shirt and pants off now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Adrian did as she said, and she didn't waste any time looking over his body. Arousal was written all over his face, and his breath was coming harder and faster. She liked the way he looked when he was turned on. The way his body tensed and his face flushed.

When he was fully naked, she ran her hands over him, appreciating his muscles and the way his skin felt. Her finger traced a line from his neck to his stomach. She looked up and asked, "How'd you want to do this?"

Shit. He had imagined this situation so many times. In so many positions that he had no idea which one to pick. He just knew he wanted to see her as she unravelled. He wanted to see her come undone in his arms.

He was shocked by how turned on he was, but it made him even more excited. "You choose," he said.

Answering by getting on her hands and knees, she waited for him to understand what she was asking. He did, of course. He pressed his hands on the sides of her hips, holding her in place as he entered her from behind. "You feel so tight, baby," he groaned. He slid his hands up her smooth back, undoing her bra in the process.

To steady them even more, she reached out and held onto the bars of her bed as he went deeper and deeper inside her, the friction so good that she could let out a guttural moan. She arched her back and tilted her head, loving the way his body moved with hers. "So good."

"So, so good," he echoed, moving his hands up to her breasts, giving them a light squeeze. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, which only caused her to push back further against him, her orgasm already building. "Are you close?"

She nodded, unable to speak past the lust-coated lump in her throat, so he stopped and flipped her over. She was okay with that. She liked looking at him. The slow, sexy slide of his hands over her body. The way his eyes darkened when he looked at her.

With his gaze trained on her face, he watched every single movement of her face as he entered her again and again. He took his time, savouring every breath and every sensation, not wanting to rush even though he was dying to come inside her. He was slowly and surely leaving all of his thoughts behind him.

Maybe that's why he breathed out, "Holy fuck, I love you," then realised what he said and opened his eyes wide. He could see her trying not to laugh as panic washed over his face.

"I love you too, baby."

It was earlier than she had expected for them to admit that to each other, but they had known each other for a fair while. Plus, she had never been more turned on or felt more loved in her life. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with everything she had. He kissed her back, his tongue slipping into her mouth and his hands finding hers, pressing them into the mattress as he pounded into her.

Adrian was coming to terms with the fact that, after tonight, he would never be the same. He was addicted, and she was something he never wanted to give up. If he did, he'd never hear the little squeak she made just before she came again, and that was a sound he needed to hear as often as possible. He could feel her body twitch as she climaxed, and he followed her soon after.

When their breathing had slowed, Adrian lowered his forehead to hers. "I can't believe we did that," he whispered.

She laughed softly. "Oh, baby. We did that."

Immediately, she brought him in for a kiss. She loved everything about him, all the good and the bad. She loved his strength and his gentleness. She loved the way he'd fallen for her and the way she'd fallen for him. She loved him wholly.

Jokingly, she declared, "Hey, if this is what I get out of it, I should get kidnapped more often."

He pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered, "The only person who is allowed to kidnap you is me."

Chuckling at his comment, she squeezed his bicep and flirted, "Wouldn't have it any other way, pretty boy."

The next time she went to work, Vigilante made sure his hand was firmly intertwined with hers as they walked into the base. Peacemaker didn't believe him when he admitted that they were together now, despite Emilia confirming that she saw them. But even Chris had to admit that if they were together, it was a good thing. Now Adrian would have to stop lovingly leering at her when she wasn't looking at him.

Chris was wrong. Adrian continued to do that. If anything, it got worse as he also progressed to doing it when she was looking at him too. Their work environment just got more horny.

And all of this was thanks to the creepy wannabe motherfucker, Calendar Man.

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nagipops · 3 years

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hi!! i think the ask box is open right now but what about a fem! reader that was kinda adopted by all the hashiras when she was small, and on her first mission, she gets turned into a demon? and like they're all conflicted but it's kinda sad how the reader wants to die because she was turned :( if you can't write it it's okay! i love ur works sm <3

SWEET NOTHINGS, BITTER ENDINGS PART I.

SUMMARY: in which your overwhelming tenacity leads you to suffer a demonic fate.

WARNINGS: blood, profanity

A/N: thank you darling! this got a bit long so i’ve split it into two parts— the second part will be posted very shortly! link to part two

“(Y/N)!” Giyuu barked. “Get back!”

You steadily held your nichirin blade in front of you with both hands, staring down the towering demon in front of you. Three veiny arms sprouted out from each side of its body, taunting your group as its flaring yellow eyes locked onto yours.

Clutching the handle of your blade tighter, you panted heavily to control your breathing, clenching your teeth. “I’ve got this!” you hollered back, your knuckles turning white.

You heard a clink of metal and the whirling of a sword as a short purple-haired hashira stepped in front of you. “It’s too dangerous.” Her typical honey-sweet voice was darkened with concern and anger. “Please, (Y/N).”

You were shaking with anger, and... envy? All you wanted was to be strong. To bring home a kill on your first mission. To not be seen as a child anymore by the nine pillars who had taken you under your wing when you were just a baby.

I’m not a kid anymore, you wanted to scream. I want to show you what I can do.

“Go,” Giyuu commanded, casting a glance at Shinobu before briefly locking eyes with you. “We’ll handle this.”

Biting your tongue, you glared at the demon for a moment longer before turning on your heel and retreating to the rest of your squad.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Mitsuri wailed, throwing her arms around you. Over her shoulder, you spotted a fuming Obanai glaring daggers at you; whether he was jealous of the pink-haired girl draped over you or angry at your reckless actions, you couldn’t tell. “We were so worried about you!”

“No, we weren’t,” Obanai hissed. “What you did was idiotic and careless. You were putting everyone in danger.”

“Iguro-kun, always so protective!” Mitsuri giggled, patting you on the head before releasing you from her surprisingly tight hold, her expression growing serious. “Tomioka and Shinobu might need our assistance. (Y/N), go find Sanemi and see if he needs help. Iguro, come with me!” She quickly flounced off with a seething Obanai in tow.

Huffing a sigh, you entered the mass of trees behind you to search for the white-haired hashira.

Lofty, swaying pines loomed over you as the sounds of battle crashed throughout the forest. A flock of crows frantically flapped out from the canopy, shooting into the sky as their noisy caws rang through the air. Frigid winds whipped all around you as you hunted down the wind pillar.

A piercing clink of metal, not unlike the noise of a nichirin blade, sounded from your left. Sanemi? Cautiously drawing your sword from its sheath on your hip, you slowly made your way to the source of the noise.

As you neared a small clearing, the sound grew louder and louder, but you still could not locate any hashira or any demons for that matter. You spotted a thick tree to your right and fled over to hide behind it while you scouted out the area.

The clinking continued, and as you listened more closely, it seemed to be coming from...

Above?

Your heart went cold as you realized you didn’t hear any human voices around you.

At all.

You slowly slid your gaze upwards, not daring to move a single muscle.

And there it was. With a rotting arm clutching a chipped, bloodied blade, carving out the remains of a tattered corpse, three feral red eyes piercing through the dark shade and locking onto yours...

A demon.

Fear pooled instantly in your stomach as you felt bile rise in your throat. The putrid stench of rotten flesh and blood nearly made you hurl on the spot, yet your horror kept your nausea at bay.

Were you going to die here?

You felt your terrified breaths grow shallow as the demon above you licked its lips, tossing the corpse down in front of you with a thud.

“N-nemi?” you whispered in fear, praying, praying to the gods that this wasn’t one of your brothers. You quickly studied the corpse and your surroundings, searching for any sign that this bloodied body wasn’t him. You searched for his sword hilt, his white hair, his signature haori, but the darkness of the deep night made any hint or clue futile.

Glaring at the bloodthirsty demon above you, you were petrified with fear. Your heavy feet were locked into place. Your thumping heart nearly burst out of your chest. But you stared the beast down with all your might, slowly reaching your blade out to the corpse in front of you in attempt to retrieve the scrappy remains of what was left of it.

Inch by inch, your gaze unwavering with the demon’s bloodshot eyes, you dragged the body closer and closer to you until it was just within arm’s reach. Steeling yourself, you swiftly grabbed the body and darted away.

You had no time to check whose body you were holding. All you knew was that you had to—

“Kff!”

All of a sudden, your back hit the ground. Hard. With the wind knocked out of your lungs, all you could see was black. You felt your blade slip out of your grasp as your spine seared with red-hot pain. Once you regained your senses, you opened your eyes...

Oh, shit.

Impossibly sharp fangs loomed over you, dripping with foul saliva that oozed onto your heaving chest. Crazed yellow eyes speckled with pumping red veins latched onto yours, a rotting jade-colored head thrashing back and forth as its piercing claws pinned you to the ground. Its breath was the most vile scent you’ve ever smelled in your entire life, reeking of blood and flesh and who knows what else.

And it was just mere inches away from your face.

Stifling a wave of nausea, you swiftly pulled your knees up to your chest and pushed, kicking the demon backwards by its torso as hard as your body would let you.

Darting over to your blade which had fallen to the ground just a few feet away from you, you picked it up and pointed it at the snarling demon who was picking its burly body off of the forest floor.

“You!” you shouted, wiping your slimy face on the sleeve of your uniform. “I’m not scared of you!”

The demon responded with a warbling noise, something that sounded like... laughing?

Your nerves set on fire. Oh, that’s it. You would end this vile monster right here, right now.

“Leaf Breathing, Second Form: Whirlwind of Fronds!” Exhaling sharply through clenched teeth, you felt cool winds start to whip around you, picking up speed as leaves and needles rapidly gravitated towards you as though you were a magnet.

Now!

Growling with fury, you charged at the gremlin with all your might, the swirling flurry of foliage honing in on the center of its chest. Each leaf transformed into sharp, miniature daggers, piercing through the demon’s grayish skin and buying you just enough time to move in close. Wielding your blade with both hands, you raised it above your head before forcefully slicing downwards with a roar, aiming for the neck.

But your opponent was nimble, and it barely dodged its head out of the way, landing you a clean shot down its shoulder to its flank. Shit, the arm can just regenerate itself, you cursed, quickly angling your sword laterally for a slice through the neck as the demon howled in pain.

You slashed your sword as hard as you could, but instead of cutting through soft flesh, you were met with thick, gnarly bone. The demon had raised its other arm in defense, keeping your lethal blade at bay. Struggling to push back against the sturdy bone, you gritted your teeth as you attempted to release your sword from its muscle.

But the demon had already beaten you to it and whipped its hefty arm outwards to shake you off, hurling you across the clearing.

“Hkk!” You landed straight on your back once again with a heavy thud, but you noticed that your blade was still lodged into the creature’s arm. Perfect. Even though single nerve in your body was screaming in pain, even as your limbs trembled as you shakily picked yourself up off the ground, you would never back down from a fight. “Hey, ugly! Let’s finish this!”

The demon howled furiously, clamoring to rip your blade out of its arm.

“Third Form: Drill of Needles!”

Hundreds of thousands of pine needles descended from the midnight sky at your command, whirling into a tight cone while speeding towards the neck of the monster. You heard the earsplitting drilling of flesh and wood followed by a deafening groan and huffed in triumph as the pent-up exhaustion began to release throughout your body.

You nearly hit the ground for the third time when you caught some movement out of the corner of your eye.

Oh, hell no.

There was the same demon, its bright yellow eyes even more furious now, perched high up in a tree.

“B-but...” your mind and vision grew hazy as you noticed the gaping hole in the demon’s chest, with its neck still intact. I missed? You cursed sharply at the sight of your chipped blade thrown carelessly on the ground a great distance away from you.

What do I do? Giyuu, Shinobu, what do I do? Mitsuri? Obanai? Is anyone there?

Your felt your body begin to admit defeat, your legs shaking as they threatened to give out from underneath you, your heaving lungs burning and aching for rest.

The corpse.

Where was the corpse? The same one that got you into this mess?

Sanemi?

You struggled to keep your vision trained on the demon high above as your body started to wobble in exhaustion. “Hey,” you slurred. “Come out here! We’re not— kff! We’re not done yet!”

A snarl sounded from over your shoulder as the familiar stench of rotting flesh flooded your nose once again.

This time, you plummeted to the ground face-first, hearing your nose crack in the process. But your body was too drained for you to properly register the pain.

You were so numb.

Groaning, you slowly rolled onto your back and gazed into the eyes of the demon hovering above you hungrily. Its arm that you had sliced off had already fully recovered, while the other arm choked your neck with an iron grip.

Your vision was nearly white now, your oxygen supply running low as blood trickled out of your neck where the demon’s claw had pierced the skin.

Die. Die. You were going to die. On your first mission. Without a single kill under your belt.

Forcing a smirk onto your face, you squeezed your eyes shut as you endured the pain as best you could. “Hey, now— hck... If there’s anything that Sanemi taught me... it’s that humans... always get the last laugh...” You cracked open one eye, staring straight into the demon’s yellow orbs.

“Noxious... nectar...” you gasped out one last command, watching the bloody pinpricks dotted all around the demon’s greying skin transform into purple specks of poison. The monster thrashed around, violently clutching its head at the pain seeping through its entire body. You watched as your first and last kill take place right in front of you as your vision began to fade.

But not before the demon’s deadly blood dripped into your open wounds.

link to part two.

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asciendo · 3 years

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Make it Right

Jean was the cocky bastard that walked around like he owned the place. Y/N couldn't stand so when the time came that you were his sparring partner, you couldn't wait to teach him a lesson.

Little did the both of you know, that sparring match would be the start of your unexpected relationship with Jean Kirschtein, that will change your life, and the rest of the Scout Regiment forever.

Canon with the AoT anime with a few changes.

Starts from the final days of training.

First ever story so be nice n leave comments please hehe!!

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14/Chapter 15/Chapter 16/Chapter 17/Chapter 18/Chapter 19/Chapter 20/Chapter 21

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Don't let your mouth get you into something your ass can't handle

It was another day training with the 104th Cadet Corps and you were in the dining hall seated with Connie, Sasha and Armin. 3MG gear training just finished and you were proud of yourself for sharing the highest rank in class with Mikasa. Sasha was eating her loaf of bread like she's never eaten in her life before with Connie staring at her in bewilderment while Armin was asking you for advice about combat training this afternoon.

"I've been having a hard time countering attacks...I know what to do but I just can't seem to predict my opponent's movements..." Armin stated while looking down at his hands. "It's best to study their body movements. Observe where they're shifting their weight to, so you know which side they're at their weakest. It's all about observation. It's tricky but once you get it, you'll be countering every punch or kick in no time!" You assured him as he smiled lightly at you.

"I can't believe I have to spar with Potato Girl today." Connie rolled his eyes while Sasha shot daggers at him with a mouth full of food. "I've got Marco, he's always been helpful so I can work on my countering attacks with him." Armin sighed in relief.

"Who have you got, Y/N?" Sasha asked while chewing on her bread. "I'm with Jean."

"Oh, he hasn't lost has he..." Armin said. "Yeah, but I haven't lost either." You smirked. You couldn't wait to spar with Jean, actually. He walks around with that cocky grin on his face thinking he's better than everyone. He and Eren get into fights almost every day over the stupidest things and it infuriated you.

"Ready to get your ass whooped, Y/L/N." A smug voice rang in your ear as you looked up to Jean towering over you with his arms crossed.

"In your dreams, Horse face." You shot back and Jean's smirk turned into a scowl. "You know, I can go easy on you if you ask nicely."

"I'd rather drop dead." Smiling innocently at him, he scoffed and turned to walk away. "Don't say I didn't warn you when I kick your ass later."

"You're an idiot if you think I'm losing to someone joining the Military Police." You shot back and Jean stopped. "We'll see about that."

"Ugh, I can't wait to wipe that smug grin off that Horse face." You turned back to your table in anger.

"Oh, this is going to be interesting." Connie chuckled and high fived Sasha.

It was finally time for combat training and you couldn't wait to put Jean in his place. Yes, he was stronger than you, but you were faster and more agile than he was. You made your way up to the training field and Jean was already in place.

You walked towards him and smirked while he had that stupid cocky grin on his face. "Are you sure you don't want me to go easy on you?" he teased.

"Don't let your mouth get you into something your ass can't handle, Jean." You rolled your eyes and took your stance.

"If you wanna know what my mouth I can do, I can probably show you better than I can tell you." Other than being a cocky asshole, Jean was known to be the biggest flirt and hit on almost all the girls in the cadet corps.

"BEGIN!" Shadis' voice suddenly echoed in the air and Jean immediately lunged at you. But you dodged him. You kicked his shin and he bent down but he grabbed your arm and twisted it so your back was facing his.

Wiggling your way through, you turned back to face him and kicked him in his stomach which caused him to bend down in pain. You were about to knee him in his head but he grabbed you by the waist and tackled you onto the floor. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and squeezed his body into a submission lock. He pinned your arms over your head but you just squeezed your legs tighter and he grunted in pain.

"ENOUGH! COMBAT TRAINING IS OVER!" Shadis yelled. As he walked passed you and Jean to assess the winner, he declared it was a draw which caused you to shout in frustration.

When Shadis left, you hadn't noticed that you and Jean haven't moved from your position, with him on top of you and your legs wrapped around his waist. You locked eyes with his and then quickly looked away and blushed as you released him from your leg lock and the both of you got up.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you so you immediately stomped off the training grounds.

At the dining hall, you were still annoyed that Shadis declared your fight with Jean to be a draw. You stood up and left but decided to return to the training grounds to let off some steam with a punching bag.

You were busy letting out your anger until you heard footsteps behind you.

"You know I won, right." A cocky voice suddenly rang in your ear and you knew it was Jean.

"I had you in a submission hold, dumbass." You said through gritted teeth as you continued your boxing session.

"I pinned you. That means I won!" he walked closer which only made you more annoyed. Suddenly, you shifted your target from the punching bag to Jean. You swung at him but he dodged your punch but his facial expression showed he was shocked at your outburst. "WHAT THE—"

You swung again but this time he caught your fist. "I want a rematch."

Jean smirked with delight at your request then suddenly swept you from under your legs. "AGH!" you looked up and saw him smirking in triumph but you suddenly kicked his shin which gave you time to get up. He swung at you but missed then you elbowed his chin which caused him to stagger back.

He reached out to hit your side but you dodged him then swept him with your feet. He fell with a thud and you smirked above him. Suddenly, Jean grabbed your leg before you could jump away from him and he had you in a leg-lock. You twisted your body to try to escape but he kept holding on. You managed to slither out and stand back up and he was up on his feet as well.

You swung and he dodged then you kneed his stomach, which caused him to curl over. But then he grabbed your waist then flipped you so your back was facing his and had you in a headlock. You struggled to walk to a nearby tree then you kicked, trying to flip over but Jean pulled you back as soon as your legs were in the air and you were back in the headlock. You attempted to elbow him but he dodged know you were face-to-face with Jean's arms on your shoulders and your arms wrapped around his. You stared at each other for a moment, not knowing what the other would do, then Jean's eyes softened for a moment as you realized your faces were so close together. Your grip on his arms loosened as you attempted to break away, confused about what was going on like this never happened before when the both of you sparred. Suddenly, Jean pinned your arms above your head and looked straight into your eyes. Confused, you tried to escape but he pressed his hips on yours, and you were stuck. Both of you were breathing heavily and you noticed Jean's gaze shift down to your lips.

"Jean what are you—" before you could finish, Jean's lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot open in surprise but quickly grabbed onto his hair as he pressed his body closer to yours. You felt his tongue on your lips, begging for entrance and you parted yours, allowing Jean in. Jean snaked his arms around your waist as you arched your back forward to feel his body close to him.

You quickly flipped him so his back was against the post and he smirked at your sudden desire for him. Before he could say anything you kissed him deeply and you heard a moan escape his lips. Suddenly, you kneed him in his stomach and he yelled out in surprise as you pushed your forearm on his neck. "I win." You smirked, and walked away, leaving Jean breathless and stunned.

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shintorikhazumi · 3 years

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A Bloody Relationship(1): To Draw Blood

A/N: Intro note at bottom. Oh also, thanks to @tracedinairlwa for the support in starting out this idea, and for the ideas as well. LOL. Go check out trace’s fics on ao3! Though you already might know them, actually, haha.

Enjoy?

~ShintoriKhazumi

"D-Diana..." Akko huffed, turning her head away further, exposing more of that lovely curve of her smooth neck.

"Akko." Steely, cold blues kept the said girl frozen in place, unable to move just from the sheer power of her gaze.

"Please... don't... you shouldn't-"

“And why ever not, Akko?” Diana whispered against the graceful slope of paled skin.

“Because!”

“That’s not enough reason.”

“Diana!”

And she bit.

"DIANA!" Akko scolded, chopping the girl on the head as she pushed her away, rubbing the fresh, sore spot on her neck. "I told you, no!” She grumbled.

Diana rolled her eyes, unperturbed in the slightest. “It’s not that big a deal.” She huffed, looking away in annoyance.

Akko would beg to differ, eyes wide and fists quivering. “No, no, no. It is a big deal!” She said, shaking her head to emphasize her disagreement.

Diana remained stubborn, defiantly standing her ground.

Akko groaned in frustration, checking the nearby mirror to see if there was any residual scar, then quickly remembered something, slamming her head against the glass before whipping about to face Diana with a flare in her eyes.

“In the first place, I'm the vampire!"

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"You say that, but I have more experience at retrieving blood from people than you do." Diana argued, finally casting Akko a glance, a smirk forming on her features as she marveled at her handiwork that now left a prideful mark on Akko’s fair skin.

‘How Lovely.’

"That's because they're your patients, you idiot." Akko reminded, crossing her arms with an eyeroll of her own. “It’s your job to do that.”

“Since when was I the idiot?” Diana replied, slightly offended. My, she was at the top of her class! A full-ride scholarship student who had a promising future ahead of her! And this... this... vampire dared to utter such insults to her esteemed name?!

Akko didn’t seem to have a proper comeback to that. Diana felt her lips twitch, ready to form a grin of victo-

“Since... Since now! Or whatever! Or whenever you do stuff like this!” Akko threw back, clearly still bothered by Diana’s actions.

“Huh?!” Diana marched forward, glaring down at the woman who was a few inches shorter than her- a detail that only served to feed her ego. “Well, it was not I who clumsily snuck into the Medical Laboratory Science’s building to steal blood bags, only to so easily get caught.” Diana fired.

“Like hell I knew you people had shifts! The past couple of nights, it had been empty while I was scouting!”

“Goes to show you couldn’t think ahead then. And you dare call me the idiot?”

“Well, I-! Grrr!” Akko growled, fangs bared as she stared up into triumphant blue.

“Seems like this is my win. Again.” Diana smirked, internally patting herself on the back for another debate win against Akko, as was their daily custom. “So much for the vicious and feared vampire.” She mocked, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she celebrated her victory by flopping lazily on the couch- an action she would ne’er do around others.

Her ears picked up a few mumbled, grumbled complaints, practically hearing the frustration and anger in their tone. As much as she wanted to enjoy her little victory after a stressful and tiresome day at the university, she found she could not completely indulge her unwinding session when someone was in a foul mood the whole time.

With a sigh, she looked over the couch arm, spotting the sulking girl poor herself a glass of tea- or so Diana had thought, but as Akko walked over to the couch, she placed the cup on the living room table right in front of Diana, silently offering it to the tired woman.

“Drink and rest.” She said simply, and walked off in the direction of the bedroom.

Diana huffed out a smile, feeling her heart flutter at the gesture. She downed the glass quickly, taking it immediately to the sink to clean it, knowing that Akko was bothered by little things like leaving it out on the table. Upon finishing her task, she happily made her way to the bedroom, finding Akko laying down on her stomach, facing away from the door.

Carefully, she approached the bed, and then gently dropped herself atop Akko, taking the girl’s cool hands in her own and intertwining their fingers. Kissing the back of Akko’s head, she then rested her own into the crook of the girl’s neck.

“I’m sorry...” She murmured against her skin, kissing the place she had bitten before.

“Mm.”

“Are we okay now?”

“Mm.”

“Really?”

“Mm.”

“...”

“Kiss me?”

And Akko did.

A/N: Yeyey! So basically, this is just going to be a bunch of random scenes- almost like a 4-koma type. There isn’t really a followed plot or anything. Just some shots of a Vampire Akko and an MLS student Diana, hihi. As an MLS student myself- I... don’t really know actually. Lol. Anywho, hope you enjoyed, and see you for more bloody nuggets! Ciao!

~Shintori Khazumi

#diakko #dianakko #lwa #little witch academia #diana cavendish #atsuko kagari #au #fanfic #medical #vampire

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renaerys · 3 years

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Okay I've got one: Prompt 15 with Reds. 🤣🤣🤣

15. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying, I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”

Somehow they can make even breathing a competition.

Send me a prompt and some characters! Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we're getting creative here.

List of prompts

xxx

“So, we’ve called the paramedics and they’re on their way, but until they arrive it’s up to us. Remember the acronym, kids: C-A-B. What’s the first thing you do?”

Aiyeesha Simpson, a gunner in the making destined for academic greatness and social ruin, raised her eager hand. “Find a flat surface to lay him down!”

“Correct.” Blossom took Brick by the shoulders and shoved him down to the floor. A gaggle of Girl Scouts gathered around him as he wheezed for air.

“Ow,” he said.

Blossom patted his chest. “Please choke more quietly.”

I will end you, he thought so loudly he hoped she could hear him through the murder in his eyes. There was community service, and then there was cruel and unusual punishment. When his required hours were up and his record expunged, he was going to write a very negative Yelp review of the local Townsville Girls Scouts of America chapter and tank this year’s cookie sales. Supremely annoying, outrageously petty, and totally legal. That would teach Blossom for sure.

“Place your hands here between the nipples.”

Some of the Cadette Girl Scouts giggled. To be fair, Blossom of all people saying the word nipples in reference to her former mortal enemy as she trained a room full of twelve-year-old girls in CPR using him as the dummy was a perfect storm of absurd and kinky that he did not see coming. And now he was giggling himself, because he was a teenaged boy who thought the word nipples was funny regardless of the very clear contextual cues, and that pubescent shame was on him, one hundred percent.

Blossom, an ancient and inconveniently attractive evil resurrected in a lab for the sole purpose of making his life miserable, did not appreciate his amusement. “Push hard at a rate of 100 to 120 compressions per minute. Remember to put your bodyweight behind it, like this.”

Brick flexed, and Blossom pushed against his heart like she was trying to crush it in her hands. Once, twice, three times she administered compressions, and Brick’s eyes glowed red with impotent rage.

“Assist Blossom with her CPR lessons to her satisfaction, and we can forget this ever happened,” Mayor Bellum had promised Brick when he lost his temper and blew up an (empty) ambulance. Butch didn’t need his Super stomach pumped no matter how much he drank, so the ambulance and the four-figure bill that came with it were completely unnecessary. This defense did not convince the mayor, however.

The promise of the bill forgiven and his record cleared—and the deterrence of Aiyeesha Simpson filming the whole thing to upload to YouTube later—gave Brick the strength not to eye beam Blossom in front of the children.

“Okay, who wants to try chest compressions on the dummy?” Blossom offered to the girls.

You evil bitch, thought the aforementioned dummy.

After the third little girl properly placed her sticky, little girl hands between his nipples, Brick had had enough. “Hey, I’m still dying over here. Can we move on already? Jesus Christ.”

“Of course.” Blossom smiled, and she had never looked more terrifying.

Brick hoped Butch was suffering. He hoped he was hung over so bad he couldn’t piss standing up. He hoped Butch tried going online only to find that Brick had disconnected the Internet and cut him off from all his online games and porn because fuck Butch and his weak-ass stomach.

“Who knows what the next step is? Maybe someone other than Aiyeesha this time?”

None of the other girls seemed willing to stick their hands up. The carpet under Brick had scorched where his power leaked out in his building resentment for this entire situation. The smell of burned polyester just made him feel even more powerless to stop this.

“No? Okay, well, remember the acronym. A is for airway. You want to be careful about a possible neck injury, so gently lift the chin…”

Blossom’s hands were not sticky like the Girl Scouts’ hands, but they were cold where they touched his skin and forced his head back.

“Are the paramedics here yet?”

Brick got a tight fist in his short hair for that one, and he considered it a small victory. “No. Something about a shortage of ambulances, apparently.”

Biiiiiiiitch.

God, he was going to destroy her so bad.

“Once you’ve cleared the airway and confirmed there are no obstructions—”

“Then you kiss!”

Some girls picked up the giggling again. Blossom, ever the professional, cleared her throat. “Mouth to mouth is a life-saving procedure and not something I’d recommend doing to someone you plan to kiss.”

Wow, great advice.

Some girls still giggled and whispered to each other. Brick had a sinking feeling that this was only going to end with his embarrassment: everyone knew that the cold judgment of pre-pubescent girls was the absolute worst type of judgment a person could suffer.

“Are you gonna show us?”

“Well, I don’t think I need to show you all how to breathe—”

“It’s in the manual! You have to demonstrate every step.” Aiyeesha waved the CPR manual, and Brick realized his misjudgment. She was no vapid goody two-shoes in the making, but a future Honors Student with a secret, a Work Hard Party Harder, an Ivy League Early Decision candidate with all of senior spring semester to slack off because no one was ever going to touch her 4.3 GPA.

Aiyeesha beamed a winning smile at Brick, and it was as chilling as Blossom’s.

Jesus Christ, there are two of them.

True to form, Blossom had never been able to defy a good instructions manual. “I suppose if it says so in the manual…”

Locking lips with Blossom was not a big deal. He’d done it before when they were kids, and he could appreciate the irony of a gesture meant to save his life this time rather than end it. She didn’t even try to mess with him by using her ice breath, just went through the motions as described in the instructions. The girls were disappointed with the lack of hormonal fanfare of it all, which was probably for the best. Leave it to Blossom to make mouth to mouth the sexless, medical act it was literally intended to be. He was almost upset, because it felt like she’d won something here, which could only mean he’d lost.

Disappointed but more educated than they’d been when they’d arrived two hours ago, the Girl Scouts dispersed after the lesson, leaving Blossom and Brick to put away the equipment they’d used.

She held a dummy torso, and she was looking at him with that pinched, constipated look she got when she was about to say something especially snobby. Instead, she surprised him. “Brick, thanks for being mature about it. I can honestly say you surprised me.”

He stared at her.

“I’ll talk to Mayor Bellum. I’m sure you’ve done enough to meet your hours quota.”

He had not fulfilled even half of his required community service hours and they both knew it.

“So yeah, thanks. I can finish up here if you want to leave.”

Was she trying to get rid of him? Why?

“Brick? Why are you looking at me like that?”

When Blossom was winning, he was losing. That was simply the way of the world. So, if she was losing, it could only mean he was winning.

“Are you listening to me?”

Brick smiled in what he hoped was a cool, sexy way if he imagined looking at anyone but Blossom. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying. I just keep thinking about how good that mouth feels.”

Blossom stared. “I’m sorry?”

He would make her sorry.

“Yeah, you’re a great teacher. I could really feel your passion for demonstrating the lesson correctly. With your mouth.”

Her staring intensified. “Did you.”

“Oh, yeah.” He leaned his hip against the table like he’d seen in the movies. It worked for Daniel Craig in Casino Royale, and that guy had convinced Eva Green. Iconic. “I could really feel you trying to save me.”

Where was Aiyeesha with her phone to film this? There was so little he could do to rattle Blossom as they got older, and while the challenge delighted him, it was also exhausting being constantly a step behind her. Was this truly her demise? Had he won the Teenage Experience? Was this poetic justice for how she’d once killed him with a mere kiss, only to suffer the same fate in turn? He could have cackled. This was better than trolling the Girl Scouts of America reviews, although he might still do that because it was a genius idea and he had always indulged his own genius ideas when they came to him.

So infatuated was he with his own self-fellating digression that he was slow to react to Blossom sidling up to him. Her hand was still cold on his chin, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “Shall I save you again?”

Brick’s dignity drained with his blood, which was an unfortunate side-effect of being a teenaged boy that he would just have to suffer. But winning was about recognizing one’s weaknesses and working around them. He leaned into her personal space. “Please.”

He wasn’t sure who kissed who first, but it was happening and all he could think was I am better at this than you and I hate you and also Do that again. He tried holding her waist, and she fought back with her fingers in his hair. Not one to be deterred, Brick tried some tongue but pulled back when he tasted thirty degrees below zero. He immediately went back in because he could feel her superiority, her Got you, you horny idiot, but the joke was on her because he liked her cold, always had when it was hot as balls out and he’d make up any excuse to pick a fight with her just for the chance to cool off.

The Girl Scout troop leader walked in on them competitively making out in the classroom like it was an Olympic sport and put an end to things, leaving them at a frustrating draw for now. They said barely a word to each other when Brick glared at the troop leader so bad she flustered and didn’t even question them before running out of there with some excuse about getting the wrong room.

Later that evening, Brick caved and changed the Internet password back just so Butch would quit whining at him. He Googled kissing techniques and spent the next hour and a half watching YouTube videos and reading GQ articles about How to Please Her Like a Champion, because he was a champion and a winner and he was not going to lose to Blossom in this. Not a chance.

This had to be what they meant when they said kill with kindness.

“I’m going to end you,” he muttered to himself as he read about the top ten highest voted movie kissing scenes, which he would then stream and commit to memory in order to be fully armed and armored for the next time he encountered Blossom alone in a classroom. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe during their shared free period.

Truly, he had the most genius ideas.

xxx

If you enjoy my writing, check out more of my fics on AO3, link in my profile. I’m currently updating Trinity House and The Alchemy of Us. Thanks for reading!

#powerpuff girls #blossick #ppg reds #ppg brick #ppg blossom #powerpuff girls fanfic #september fic prompts #great pick Carrie!#this one was fun

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hinterland-clans · 2 years

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oh I love peakstream! can we see all of the flint/pika kids?

Here they are! While drawing this I started thinking about who they might be as characters, and came to the realization that there is one group dynamic I always go for with groups of three siblings and that is one sweet gay disaster, one hot, chill bitch, and one exasperated serious one. These three are different because there are two serious ones and one chill boi!

Rubblecloud is quiet and stoic, and only speaks when he has something to say (which isn't often). This is partially shyness, but mostly just how he is. He's introverted and not very good at keeping up with large groups of cats, so he limits himself to a few close friends. He takes a lot after his mom, and eventually becomes a fighter! He is the eventual mate of Minksnout.

Peakstream is.. a disastrous idiot, to say the least. The boy definitely takes after aunt Aspenfleck, he knows who he is and what he wants, and that's a good time. He gives off an aura of "this can only go badly, but it'll at least be interesting," and tends to get himself and his cohorts into trouble when he decides on something to do. He's a hunter, loving the quick-paced, team-oriented work that comes with the title.

Kitehop is a stern, serious, and very pragmatic young she-cat. She's a scout, her sensible, orderly tendencies lending well to the patrol-based duties. She knows exactly what needs to be done in a situation (or at least thinks she does) and makes sure it happens. Girl takes her work Very Seriously. Peakstream drives her insane by dragging her into his schemes to try to get her to loosen up. She hesitantly complies, if only because he needs someone to watch out for his stupid ass. Sometimes she even has fun, though she would rather die before admitting it.

#warriors #warrior cats #warrior cats ocs #riftclan #rubblecloud #peakstream #kitehop #character rambles #character ref sheet

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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deception

“Don’t you see what he’s doing to you?! He’s hurt you way more than what’s acceptable in a sparring march! You’re bruised and hurting, and he sure as hell doesn’t seem to care that this is the state he’s left you in.”

— Or in which, Hawks manipulates how you view your boyfriend, Shouto. —

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, alcohol consumption, manipulation, 18+, smut, first time sex, body worship, oral (receiving and giving), and praise

word count: 10,223

a/n: this was a commission! it was very fun to write this once I got around to it... life has just been... well you guys know because youre living it too. but I hope you enjoy this!!!!

edit: OMG AND SUPER BIG THANK YOU TO @marilla-eldriana FOR HELPING ME

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Being a student at Yuuei was a privilege.

Every year only two hundred and twenty students were admitted from a drawing pool reaching into the thousands. From there, only forty were admitted into the Hero Department, and finally, only three per year were granted the title of the Big Three.

“Watch out!”

You watched as Hawks crashed through the window to your left, and you looked down at him with a wide grin, what an idiot.

“I thought speed was better than power,” you mock watching as the villain the two of you had been hunting for some time now easily flicked the number two hero to the side.

“And that’s why I got you, isn’t it?” he chirped before rolling onto his feet.

You shrug, the smile on your face telling a different story while you both stared down the villain you had corned. There was no way you were going to let him go, no, this hunt was going to end now.

“I’ll assist you,” Hawks whispered, and your stomach fluttered in anticipation.

There weren’t many times in your internship where Hawks would say that. Working with one of the fastest and swiftest Pro Heroes ever meant that you were always fighting for a spot on the table. The days of Hawks swooping over the city faster than the eye could follow were still there; in fact, most of his sidekicks were probably cleaning up the mess the two of you had left five cities behind you.

But you were different than them, you guessed.

You were only fifteen years old when Hawks scouted you for an internship, and while you had heard the rumors of what working with the — at the time — number three hero was like, it wasn’t like that. Speed was something you had always lacked. Sure, you were faster than any past Olympian, and any ordinary citizen, but in comparison to your hero peers, you were slow. After a humiliating loss of your first Sports Festival on account of being too slow, it was an almost sweet irony that the fastest Hero took an interest in you.

But it was good. Three years you had worked with him, three years of learning how to keep up with the fastest hero by breaking your body down on multiple occasions. At first, it had been just trying to keep up with his sidekicks who cleaned up after his mess, who were extremely quick as it is. Then after figuring out how to use your power quirk to make yourself faster, something that had been helped with a fight or flight response on your own end, you were able to become faster than most Pros.

But that wasn’t anything in comparison to Hawks still, but when a sixteen-year-old girl saves your life because you overshot your ability to fight, it’s easy to incorporate said sixteen-year-old girl into your regular routine.

The initial introduction of you into his regular routine was less than ideal, he had simply stated to follow after him and would be gone. But with time, he took to holding onto you while he flew, which meant that you needed to include glasses and ear protectors into your costume.

With the glass crushing under the weight of your shoes, you crotched the slightest bit, looking over at Hawks with a smirk. Three years of teamwork had lead to moments like these, no need to communicate, and with a raise of an eyebrow, he nodded.

The feeling of his feathers skimming your back shot the anxiety coursing through you, and you ran out of the shattered window, Hawks hot on your heel and the villain coming straight at you.

In the long run, it didn’t mean much that you were physically stronger than Hawks could ever be, but it sure made you smile knowing that you were.

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“And that’s another point for me!” you grin watching as the police took the villain into their car, Hawks stood next to you with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“What will I do? I have eighty-seven points, and that makes what? Twelve?”

“It’s not my fault you go for slow as shit villains,” you accuse, turning your nose up at him.

“Oh yeah? Should we hunt for the fa—”

“Hawks!”

The two of you froze in your quarrel, turning to a man who was towering over the two of you.

Endeavor.

“Endeavor, hi!” Hawks erupted into a wide grin, his eyes brightening while he looked up at the man he admired.

Trying to hide your snicker, you tilted your head, and your eyes widened seeing three boys behind him.

“Hey guys!” you wave at your classmates behind Endeavor.

“Y/h/n!” Deku greeted you with a large grin and a bow.

You smiled, even more, seeing the way that Bakugou and Shouto both addressed you in their own ways.

“How are you guys doing?”

The rather one-sided conversation between you and Deku made you laugh on many instances. It seemed that being the only work-study students had meant that they were always getting their asses beat. Not that you didn’t already know this, it was just humorous hearing it coming from Deku’s mouth.

“Is Tokoyami-kun not with you guys?” Deku asked, looking around at last for the raven headed student who did, in fact, work with Hawks.

“Not today! A neighboring agency requested his help, so it’s just Hawks and me today!” you nodded your head at the three boys who were quite famous within Japan.

“Are you okay? We heard about the villain; that’s why we’re here,” Shouto spoke, his eyes curious, and his head tilts.

Your face warms when you smile, nodding gratefully.

“I am,” you clasp your hands together, “Hawks got sent through a building, though.”

“Some fucking number two hero,” Bakugou scoffed, and you snickered not wanting to agree with your stupidly observant boss behind you.

“You guys look less than put together; what happened to you?” you asked, noticing the scruffs and dirt on all of their faces.

“Bakugou and Midoriya got into a fight mid-air, and I happened to be in the fire zone,” Shouto rolled his eyes. At the same time, your friends exploded into offensive and defensive arguments, respectively. “We fell into the middle of some villain fight weirdly enough.”

While you grinned at Shouto, your eyes locked completely, you knew it wouldn’t last.

“Alright, y/h/n, Endeavor says there’s a villain seven blocks ahead, and I think we can beat them there!” Hawks laughs, and you can’t say your goodbyes because his hands lift you into the air. “See you guys there!”

And you were off.

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Your limbs ached slightly when you reentered campus grounds. With your case in your right hand, there was nothing to do except trudge ahead, hoping to get to your dorm quickly.

“You’re back.”

You blinked and saw Shouto approaching you. He was in a casual outfit, most likely having been here for some time, seeing that it was eight at night.

“What are you doing out so late?” you ask, pushing down your skirt in hopes to look presentable even with the bandage on your chin.

“I was waiting for you,” Shouto smiles gently, his hand brushing your cheek, observing the injury on your face. “You okay?”

“It was just a scratch, nothing too crazy,” you promise, and you smile under his warm touch.

There isn’t much surprise when his lips come and press against yours, and you hum contently feeling his warm skin moving gently against yours.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Shouto whispered, finally pulling away from you. You groaned, having not been satisfied with the simple liplock, but opened your eyes to see that he was studying your face again.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tease, your nose scrunching with your words.

“I have so many already.”

“I know,” you smile, dragging him away, “I’m starving.”

It didn’t take long for you to get a proper dinner. With you being out for your only day off, you were pleased to see that there was a plate of food waiting for you that was left behind by your classmates. So you sat in the dining area of the dorm, eating the food while talking with Shouto.

You told him about the rest of your day, of how the two of you were close to cracking this case of serial cases of disappearing Pro Heroes who would reemerge days later without memory. The two of you had been working on it for a week now and had multiple promising leads. With the end of your career at UA coming in only five days, you were excited about the possibility of cracking this case after your graduation to help give you a good running start as a sidekick on the Hero Charts.

But before you knew it, it was already past eleven, and with classes tomorrow, it was time for you to go your separate ways.

“You don’t want me to spend the night?” he asks while you walk unconvincingly to the door of your floor, your hands grasping his.

“You know that I do, but I can’t let that happen yet,” you pout, watching as Shouto nods in understanding. “Soon, I swear.”

“I just can’t believe my girlfriend has no self-control that I can’t even sleep in her bed without her wanting to fuck me,” Shouto sighs and while you splutter, telling him how he’s wrong, he places a goodnight kiss onto your forehead and leaves with a kind smile and a small wave.

Stupid son of a bitch.

But he wasn’t wrong.

You had morals and ethics that you had told to Shouto well before things turned serious for the two of you. Sex was something you were always nervous about, not in the sense that it was a bad thing — god forbid you’d ever slut-shame anyone — but more that you wanted it to be special.

It had to be with the right person at the right time.

Shouto was someone you knew was the right person, but as your hormonal feelings for Shouto grew and you realized one late night that you were grinding against his bucking hips, your face hot, his lips and teeth pulling at the sensitive flesh of your neck did you realize that this was so not okay. You had pushed Shouto onto the ground, his eyes dazed and confused while you began to say that you were so not ready for this step of the relationship. But it wasn’t like it was the only time you’ve blue balled your boyfriend… no, you had done it time and time again.

So much so that Shouto practically refused to be in a room alone with you now because it always ended with one of you pinned to the bed and Shouto being launched onto the floor.

With a sigh, you watched Shouto turn around, walking backward with a small wave and a grin when you blew him a kiss and flipped him off. He called you the moment he was back in his room, and although you weren’t letting him stay in your bed with you, you did fall asleep on the line with him, his steady breathing lulling your heavy eyes to sleep.

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Hawks watched while you trudged into his office, your face pulled into a pout, a bandage sitting on your cheek.

“Morning,” you call out, exhaustion evident on your face.

“What’s up with you?” he smirks, watching you walk to his desk and slumping onto a chair, your eyes closing.

“So tired,” you murmur, your head nestling into your arms, ready to fall asleep. “I didn’t sleep much last night?”

“Why’s that?”

“Stupid boyfriend,” you mumbled.

It had been three days since you had last been in the office, with graduation preparations, Hawks couldn’t call you out as often. But that wasn’t what he was concerned about, no. Hawks froze, replaying your words in his head like a broken record. He didn’t know you had a—

“Boyfriend?”

Those words passing his lips only made you groan louder, your head nodding, “Yeah… I’m dating Endeavor's son Shouto… for about… a year now!”

Hawks' brain went into overdrive.

A year of dating, and this was the first he’s ever heard of it! He had been your mentor, your boss, for three years and never before had you even mentioned a boyfriend before. Hawks lips pressed together, a looming pit of jealousy forming in his stomach. His feathers fluttered, his arms crossing.

Hawks was used to knowing everything, to being able to get what he wanted most, and he was planning on asking you out when you graduated. He had sworn his feelings had been returned; after all, who couldn’t find themselves falling for the young and hot number two hero?

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah! I can have him steal you a pair of Endeavors underwear if you want, I know you’d like that!”

Hawks looks down at your teasing face, his nose scrunching in mock disgust, “Please, I don’t need a baby stealing Endeavors underwear for me. I can get them myself!”

Your smile is warm, and Hawks watches while you pull out your phone, quickly texting something.

“What? Telling your boyfriend you made it safe and sound?”

“Actually… yeah…” you mumble while finishing up your text.

Now Hawks wasn’t evil, he knew that; he also wasn’t used to losing, because that wasn’t him. But there was something odd about the way his stomach twisted and his feathers raised at that confirmation, and the words poured from his mouth without him ever having the chance to stop them.

“Does he make you text him?”

You nod, a grateful smile on your face when you drop your phone. “Isn’t it sweet? I think it’s… why are you making that face?”

“What face?” Hawks fluttered his eyes, mock innocence for the first time not sitting correctly on his face.

“That one, Hawks!” you laughed, throwing your case at him. “The one that looks like when I stole your chicken leftovers.”

Hawks snorted, and he shook his head, deciding to walk out of his office to begin his daily routine; after all, these morning conversations were apart of said routine.

“I don’t know... He knows you’re strong and that you’re here with me, and yet he doesn’t trust that you’ll get here? Or is it in a controlling sense?”

“W-What?”

Hawks turned around and looked at you, your eyebrows scrunched, eyes looking down at your phone.

But when your eyes rose to meet his, Hawks simply smiled, his head shaking.

“Never mind!”

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It didn’t stop there. No Hawks had officially lost his brains with how he was approaching this. Everything out of his mouth concerning your boyfriend was bitter, foul, and implementing lies in your mind. A desperate attempt to get you to feel like Shouto wasn’t good enough that he was manipulating you and Hawks watched while you carefully danced to his tune, your frown deepening with every sweet lie that rolled off his lips.

“I’m hanging out with him and his siblings tonight!” you announced after the day at work was done.

Your smile was bright once more, a day on the field improving your mood. Hawks nodded his head, remembering how the Todoroki siblings were good people, and how you also had siblings.

“His siblings too?”

“Yup!” you nod. “I’ve gotten to know his siblings really well! They’re really great! We go over so often, and I like to believe that I’m close with his family now!”

“Oh, that’s sweet!” Hawks smiles, his head tilting to the side. Faux innocence. “How about your family? Is Todoroki close with your family?”

Your jaw opens, and your head drops, your head guilty shaking no. “It’s a bit harder for that to happen, and he met them once and well… it didn’t go too well.”

Hawks eyes widen, his hand rubbing the back of his head with a heavy sigh, “Ah, I see… don’t you think that’s weird?”

“Um… no, not really?”

“Well, as an outsider, and your friend, Imma have to tell you that it’s weird. It sounds like he doesn't like your family? He’s not trying to control you, is he? Not trying to isolate you from them, right?”

Your teeth dig into your lower lip, and Hawks watches with over bubbling joy at the doubt and realization growing on your face. He was hitting the right nerves.

“I-It’s okay!” you chirp, your feet dragging against the floor while you move to leave. “It's probably not that!”

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“Another movie outing with his friends?”

“We’re watching the newest All Might documentary, it’s not like it's a banger!”

“Todoroki just never seems to care to include your friends or do things with your friends. It seems like he’s trying to keep you confide in his friend group.”

“My friends haven’t… they haven’t said anything?”

“Who would? You’re dating the most powerful son of the number one hero, no one would dare to speak up against him, especially if he told them to stay away from you.”

“That doesn’t sound like Shouto…”

“I mean, Todoroki is jealous of the way that your family loves you, and that’s why you’re always with his family. I don’t see any reason why he wouldn’t keep you from your friends too?”

“Oh…”

“You don’t have to believe me, of course! I’m sure he’s a great kid, after all, he did choose you to be his girlfriend.”

You scoff, shoving Hawks with your shoulder. “Shut up.”

“Nah, you’re amazing, y/n, and you should know it.”

“Mkay, pigeon, egg off.”

“Oof, I’m so scared!”

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Your world spun, and you crashed onto your back with a low groan, jolts of nervous energy coursing through your nerves while you remained pinned to the floor. Hawks stared at you from above, his jacket long since discarded, and his hands grasping your wrists while he straddled you.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve been able to pin you since you were sixteen!” Hawks laughed, but he immediately took notice in the way you were grimacing.

You didn’t do that often, but you weren’t done yet. Shifting your weight up and over, quickly, you managed to pin Hawks to the ground, his head bouncing against the matted floor with a groan of dismay on his skin. Your nose was brushing against his, his warm breath expelling gently against your face. No! You pulled away suddenly, your heart in your throat at the nearly intimate contact. But it was too much movement on your own end because your body screamed at you.

Your breathing was shallow, a feeble attempt to calm the pulsating pain that traveled through your nerves.

“What is it?”

“I was sparring Shouto last night,” you mutter, feeling Hawks’ fingers immediately searching your skin for injuries. “You know how he sucks at close range combat, but he must’ve been practicing with Bakugou and Deku because he’s never been able to land hits like that…”

With your jacket pooling from your shoulder, Hawks fingers traced over the bruises that colored your skin. Ugly purple, green, and yellow all over. You hissed when he applied pressure to one, and you flinched, getting off of him.

“Are you sure this was sparring and him not beating you?!”

“I would know the difference between sparring and an ass beating,” you groaned, your eyebrow scrunching while he took you in more. “Besides, you should see how he is. I still won!”

You were silent Hawks words ringing heavy in your ears.

Did Shouto… was this a sign that he wasn’t who you thought he was?

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“Shouto?” you whispered, your knuckles rapping at the door, hopeful he was in his room. “Are you in?”

You heard the sound of footsteps against the floor and watched the door open. There Shouto stood, wearing black sweatpants and a white tank he leaned against the door. Your eyes caught sight of the black bruises against his skin courteous of your sparring last night.

“Y/n?” he expresses with a pleasant surprise. Shouto’s hand reaches for yours, but you flinch away, stopping him in his tracks. “Are you okay?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, your head nodding, “Sorry, long day, and um, I’m still sore from yesterday…”

“Yesterday? Ohh~ what happened yesterday?” You watched with the smallest amount of amusement when Sero revealed himself, his arm thrown around Shouto’s shoulder with a stack of manga in his hands.

“We spared, why?” Shouto asked with that perfect density that Sero stammered, unable to recover from Shouto’s lack of an appropriate response.

“Boring, anyways, I’ll bring these back soon, I promise!”

You and Shouto bid Sero goodnight, and with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Shouto looked back down at you.

“Care to come in?”

“I would.”

You sat on Shouto tatami, your knees bent with your arms wrapped around them while he rummaged around.

“Here, I made some healing ointment for the bruises,” Shouto said, placing the white container on your knees while he sat in front of you. “I know that even though you won, my kicks probably hurt like a bitch.”

“The biggest bitch,” you agreed, watching while he unscrewed the ointment and began to delicately place the salve on your skin. It immediately cooled down the warm skin, and you studied his face while he did so. His touch was gentle, almost too soft for someone as battle-ready as himself. But he was on a mission to make you feel better, and for every bruise he covered, he apologized.

Soon enough, every bruise was covered, and you didn’t even realize you were crying until Shouto’s eyes widened when he noticed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you not trust me?” you ask, the days worth of anxiety that Hawks had been instilling into you, finally pouring from your lips.

“What?!”

“It’s just… with the texting you where I am, and who I’m with even when you know before I leave! A-And how about my family? I always go with your family, but the one time you met mine, it was disastrous! And then you never w-want to hang out with my friends! And you were so hard on me during sparring last night… Did you want to hurt me?! Why are you trying to isolate me?! Are you trying to control me?! You’re a powerful person Shouto a-and with your dad being the most powerful person I just… are you forcing people away from me?!” Tears poured from your eyes, your sleeves rubbing away the tears on your face, the ointment gathering on the fabric,

Shouto instantly reached out to you, but you shifted away from him, your face burning with embarrassment from your outburst. You wanted Hawks to be wrong, Shouto was good. He was an idiot, but he was a good boyfriend. Please prove him wrong, you thought. Please.

“Is that how you feel?” Shouto asked, his voice quiet but steady. His hand was pressed against the duvet, centimeters from your side. Not touching you, but giving you the ability to reach him when you were ready. “I just… I’ve never done this before, you know that. Y/l/n y/n, you are someone that I am way too lucky to have in my life. I asked what are boyfriend appropriate things to do from my classmates, and I guess I might have been overdoing it myself. I ask for a text because I want to make sure you get places okay. I know you’re powerful and can take on anyone, but it’s because you’re powerful; it makes you a target to villains. I honestly thought you liked my siblings a lot, so I wanted to keep you with them because if they’re your friends, you deserve to see them. I am sorry about your family, but they are assholes, and you know that.

“But if you want to go visit and hang out with them more — with or without me — I would never stop you! I know I can’t keep blaming myself for being new to all of this a year into our relationship, but I didn’t know it was appropriate to invite your friends to hang out with us when we were with my friends. I thought they wouldn’t want to hang out with us guys. I also know you enjoy your alone time, and you tend to spend alone time with your friends, and I never want to intrude. I am so sorry for making you feel this way.”

“No,” you sniffle, your tears turning from one of sadness to those of guilt. “It’s not your fault.”

“It is,” he whispers, his fingers brushing against yours ever so gently. “It’s my fault you felt like I was isolating you, controlling you. You don’t have to forgive me, but if you’re willing to give me a chance to prove myself that I can change, I’d like that.”

There wasn’t stopping the way that you threw yourself into his arms, your tears soaking his neck, and he pressed gentle after gentle kiss against your temple until you were no longer crying.

For the first time in your relationship, you spent the night, and against what you had previously thought, the two of you did nothing more than embrace in a wet lip-lock.

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Graduation finally came around, and to say the least, you were excited.

Finally, you were now a Pro Hero — well, really a sidekick, but that didn’t matter! The entire day you spent it on campus, watching the graduation ceremony take place with your classmates at your side. Tears were shed, photos were taken, and the end of your high school career came to a close.

Due to your accomplishment, something that wasn’t at all doubted in the first place, Hawks had thrown Tokoyami and you a large party in celebration. You were, after all, the first students to have gone through his agency for all three years of high school, and he deemed that celebratory worthy.

With such an occasion and countless years ahead of you to be on your top tier game, it was to no surprise that you were letting loose at this party. And yes, by letting loose, you meant being drunk.

Me: shoutoooo baby i loe you oh so much

Shouto: I love you too, make sure you get water to drink and don’t have an empty stomach.

Me: i had dinnerr with you remeber !!!! no empty stomach here!!!!!

Me: im sorry for crying that night that was so dumb of me to being insecure about

Shouto: you should still be eating more if you’re planning on drinking more. And it’s okay, it’s equally my fault as it is yours.

You stared at the text, your vision slightly blurry while you imagined just what you would do with Shouto soon. You bit your lip with a grin, but with a sudden loss of balance, you stumbled back into someone.

“Oops, sorry!” you yelled louder than you expected, turning around to greet whoever you had run into. You saw a familiar face with a bird head standing there with his arms outreached to balance your stumbling form. “Tokoyami-kun! I didn’t know you were still here!!! I would’ve taken a shot with you! Oh my god, I LOVE your jacket! Where did you get it!”

Tokoyami smiled, his head nodding, “I happened to have it lying around, although I can’t remember where I cross paths with it, to begin with. And I couldn’t forsake you by leaving before you were ready. It’ll be pleasant to have you around all the time with Hawks starting in a few days.”

You nodded your head, your hands stretching out in an attempt to respond animatedly, but yelped when you slapped someone instead.

“OH, NO! Did I hurt you?! I’m so sorry!” you exclaim, turning to the second person you had hit in a matter of minutes.

It was Hawks.

“It seems she is quite inebriated,” Tokoyami pointed out, and you nodded in agreement.

“I am!”

Hawks chuckled, his head shaking, “Imma take her back to my place then, she’s a disaster in the making if we let her stay here.”

There wasn’t room for debate because you were suddenly in his arms and waving goodbye to Tokoyami, your sense of judgment gone.

“Take me hoooomeeee,” you sang into Hawks's ear when he soared into the night sky, and much to your amusement, Hawks continued your song.

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Shouto sat in the common room, his eyes shifting to check his phone every so often. He knew you were drunk, that had been very clear the moment you called him only twenty times pretending to not be you while slurring your sentences. Nothing was stopping the uneasy feeling in his chest after you had explained yourself and your feelings that one night, he had put together that Hawks liked you. But without definite proof, he didn’t want to claim such things.

And while he had no doubts about your ability to protect and defend yourself, there was no saying if that was true if you weren’t sober. Hell, he’s fought you sleepy once, and there was a significant difference between you being alert and you being exhausted.

Regardless, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he heard something back from you, and with his classmates currently celebrating the end of the year by playing video games, he was there alongside them.

“I’ve returned,” Tokoyami called from the entrance, and Shouto turned around to see the bird head man walking to approach the gathering of the few remaining classmates in front of the common room's TV. He said his greetings before coming to rest by Shouto’s side. “The party was a bit too loud, but I think you would have enjoyed entertaining it.”

“It’s your guys night,” Shouto shrugged his shoulders, “I didn’t need to be there when it was her work friends. How is she doing?”

“Ah, well you see,” Tokoyami nodded his head, his fingers raking through his black hair, “She was quite drunk, so Hawks-san took her back to his place to sober up, most likely spend the night at his place — Todoroki?!”

Shouto had no idea why bitter fire raged in his chest; all he knew is that for the first time ever while he slipped on his shoes and his jacket, he pulled up a contact he didn’t expect he would be using so casually.

“Shouto?!”

“Do you know where Hawks lives, Endeavor?”

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“Are you feeling better?” Hawks asks you, taking the bottle of water from your hands.

The low sparks of the alcohol that had once been coursing through your body had simmered into slow pulses. You knew you weren’t one hundred percent sober, but you were sober enough to realize that you should have asked Hawks to take you to the dorms instead.

“If you’re asking if I’m no longer sloppy… you’re in luck,” you sigh, a tired grin spreading on your face while you reach for your phone. You frown, seeing that it was dead, but it didn’t matter much; you would get home without it being alive anyways. “Thanks for sobering me up; I think you could have done it back at the party, though.”

Hawks snorted, his head tilting up, his head in thought. “I definitely could have done that, but I didn’t want you taking shots in secret while trying to sober you up.”

“I’m sure you could handle me just fine.”

“The last thing I can remember is that you are physically stronger than me and if you’re drunk… well, I was scared you’d kill me by accident.”

“Haha,” you laugh sarcastically, your eyes rolling in your amusement.

Silence overtook you both, and your gaze fell to your hands. You wanted to ask him why he was so insistent on Shouto being toxic, and how he did a 180 the second you told him about how the two of you talked things through.

“Did you want me and Shouto to break up?” you ask quietly, unsure of what you wanted him to answer. “I keep thinking of everything, and that’s the only thing that makes sense to me and all the controlling business…”

Hawks stared at you, his eyes void of all emotion, and yet you felt like he was more open to you than he had even been before. His mouth moved to answer, but there was a knock at his door.

With a heavy sigh, Hawks rose to his feet, “I don’t think I should answer your question.”

So there you sat, his once comfortable couch feeling stiff and hard.

“Y/l/n?” Shouto’s voice rang through the apartment, and your eyes widened. You got up off the couch, your head pounding just slightly while you clamored to the front door. There you saw Shouto staring down at Hawks, how funny it was that your eighteen-year-old boyfriend was taller than a twenty-seven years old Pro Hero.

“Tokoyami told me you were here, and I wouldn’t want to bother a busy hero with taking care of my girlfriend when I can do that myself,” Shouto spoke, his eyes narrowing down onto Hawks as the words my girlfriend let his tongue. But it also sent a shiver down your spine, a coursing ember that had been ignored this night, reigniting it once more.

You were ready, you realized when his blue and grey eyes found yours.

“Thanks for tonight, Hawks,” you wheeze, grabbing your shoes at the door and quickly pulling them on. “I’ll see you in the office in two days!”

With nothing more to say, you grabbed Shouto by his wrist and pulled him away.

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The campus was quiet when you arrived, the day of excitement having long since simmered down as the clocks read two in the morning. This would be your last night in your dorm, most of your classmates had chosen to move out today as well, but with no one to help you out while you were at the party, you decided to stay one more night. But with the way your blood was pumping, and how you could feel the jealousy coursing through Shouto’s veins, you wanted to get back to your room as quickly as possible.

Entering the dorm building that was made for your class, you felt Shouto pulling his hand from yours, obviously ready to begin his goodnight routine.

Shouto’s hands grasped your cheeks, fingers hot against your cold skin, and his eyes staring down at you. Millions of emotions coursed through his gaze, but you were focused on the one that spoke of his love for you. His lips pressed down against yours, and you met him in full earnest. His lips pulling against yours, sending fire through your body, sensations that sparked only the familiar excitement you had always denied in the past. You could practically taste his unspoken anger and jealousy on his tongue, and it only made you crave more from him.

You were ready.

“Goodnight,” Shouto whispers against your lips softly, and you laugh. Your hands move up to cup his cheeks, and he pulls you in closer, his hands firmly placed onto your lower back. “I’ll come to your room in the morning to help you pack up.”

“Stay the night,” you say softly, your teeth tugging at your lower lip that was warm from his efforts. “I’m ready.”

Shouto’s eyes widened, his eyebrow lifting slightly, “You want to fuck?”

“Don’t say it like that!” you groan, pinching his cheeks in your embarrassment. But his eyes were bright, and the next thing you knew, you were being lifted into the air, and your legs found their place around his waist. “You sap!”

“Prude.”

“Say that one again, I’m finally going to let you smash, whor—”

He shut you up with a kiss.

It’s a slow kiss, one that warmed you up effortlessly, intimate contact pressing between the two of you, but nervous energy chipping through you fully. Your head tilts to the side, the kiss deepening, and your arms pulling him in closer. The two of you pull away slowly, both of your eyes slowly opening to look at each other in a whole new light and a fire under your skin, and something is silent between the two of you. Growing silently, steadily, and coming crashing down all at once.

“I love you…” Shouto murmurs, and that’s all it takes. The movements are desperate now, his steps quick and steady while your mouth clashes against his. Deep, ardent, fulfilling. You can’t help the nervously aggressive make out, tongues pushing against each out, drawing out noises you weren’t quite used to hearing. Low groans and pants you had known, but never in this context, and you were addicted. But Shouto must be thinking the same thing, for when you finally make it to your dorm room’s door, his mouth trails from your mouth. Sloppy and burning hot kisses trail down your cheek, to your jaw, before pressing searingly against your neck, and you mewl at the feel of his warm lips on your neck. Your eyes fluttering closed when his lips left hot and wet kisses on your sensitive skin.

Your lips met again, and this time you wrapped your arms slowly around his neck, and you pull him impossibly closer. His hands are moving vehemently up and down your back, making you shiver and arch against his traveling fingers. But when his nails glide delicately against an exposed piece of skin on you back, you gasped into his mouth, and the door opened loudly against his need to get to your bed.

A soft giggle leaves your lips when darkness falls against your closed eyes, and your hips shift in your state of need. Only that you weren’t expecting to feel him tremble under your actions or the pleasurable hiss that passed to your lips. your eyes opening to see Shouto’s eyes still closed despite the fact he was walking with you.

“I love you so much,” you whisper into his ear when you pull away from the kiss. Your fingers raking through his hair, your teeth nibbling onto his earlobe, his throaty groan a sign of victory. “Thank you for being wonderful.”

Shouto’s lips are back on yours, greedily seeking more contact, and you don’t hold back as you kiss him back with equal fervor. You feel the mattress of your bed hit your back as you continue to kiss him, sitting up so you could crawl back to let Shouto onto the bed with you. You smile once again as Shouto’s hand rests on the bed frame behind you, while the other one rests on the small of your back, keeping your torsos pressed together.

Your hands are fisted into Shouto’s hair, the small tugs from your hand blazing his own blood, making him press his growing length against your thighs, and his tongue grazes your bottom lip. You moan softly, your head tilting up, and you open up your mouth so that your tongues meet halfway. You start moving to unbutton your graduation outfit, and Shouto hastily pulls away, and your eyes open, his mouth is stained with your the leftovers of your makeup, and he looks concerned.

“Are you sure, y/n?” Shouto asks, his hands stroking your side. His gaze is intense, unmoving, and challenging. “If you’re not ready for this, I won’t be hurt.”

You stared at him, a soft smile coming to your lips as you sit up, making Shouto sit on his haunches while you move to your knees, “I always knew I wanted my first time to be with you, I just wanted the moment to be perfect… and this is perfect to me,” you confess to Shouto, and you watch his eyes soften when you press a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling away, you stripped of your clothes and dropped it on the floor next to the bed, your breath hitching as Shouto stares at your now only lingerie-clad body, and you blush.

“Shit, you’re beautiful,” Shouto murmurs like a man who had seen something divine for the first time ever.

Your heart roars in your chest, your blood pulsating through your sensitive body while he leans in close. His mouth presses against the swell of your breasts, trailing down to the valley between your mounds. Your body quivers in your overwhelming emotions and sensations. Shouto presses you back onto the mattress, his calloused hands pressing right below your breasts, heating emitting in large waves from both hands, making your mind spin in needy desperation.

“Are you okay?” Shouto murmurs, his lips feeling the gentle movements of your body.

“I am,” you breathe, your eyes shut tightly. You wanted to feel his lips and forget everything else in the world. This was a night of passion, and you’d be damned if your anticipation was going to stop you. “Don’t stop.”

A low chuckle vibrated against his throat, sending gentle waves through you, and you moaned the second his fingers pressed against your breasts. Shouto’s hands worked your breasts tentatively, his eyes studying your flushed face while he kneaded the tender flesh.

“F-Fuck,” you moaned when his finger brushed against your erect and clothed nipple, your hips quivering underneath him.

“Did that feel good?” Shouto hums, and when you confirm his thoughts, coldness hits your chest. Your eyes open to see that he’s discarded your bra and that his lips are millimeters from your breasts. “Do you want me to do more to you?”

The words are curious, but you don’t miss the glint in his eye, but he’s long since knocked the air from your lungs.

“I need to hear your words, princess,” Shouto smiles softly, his warm breath fanning against your erect nipples that cried for attention. “What do you say?”

“P-Please…” you breathe, your body squirming in your denied attention.

“Perfect.”

The feeling of his hot and wet mouth encasing your nipple sent you impossibly over the moon, your body arching off the bed, a lament cry heavy on your mouth while his tongue circled and flicked your nipple. His eyes were on you, you could feel his stare burning into your body, but you couldn’t even see, your eyes closed in your throbbing pleasure.

More, you wanted more.

His finger pinched your free nipple, pulling and rolling the pert skin between his fingers, your wanton cries only fueling him further. Liquid heat coursed through your veins, your pleasurable sensations overwhelming you, and your hips began to hump against his clothed thigh. The friction of his jeans against your barely clothed cunt sending you well beyond the confinements of pleasure.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “I love you,” he confesses. “You’re gorgeous,” he repeats.

Tender and sweet words fill your ears while he switches where his mouth and hands are. The kneading of your breasts, the manipulation of your nipples, and the way his thigh pressed against your throbbing cunt was sending you over.

Your breathing was unsteady, puffs escaping your lips in an overwhelming and failed attempt to calm yourself down. Shouto was on a mission, however, and his mouth removed from your cool breast with a soft pop, your breasts shining with the coats of saliva, and you shivered.

Shout hummed while he lips pressed the sensitive underside of your breasts, and continued downward, gentle after gentle kiss down your torso, until he made contact with your trembling inner thigh.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his fingers toying with the band of your panties. You can barely hear him over the roar of your heart, but you know what he says, and you nod. He smiles kindly, placing one final kiss to your thigh before pulling off your panties.

Instinctively, your legs try to close, nerves firing away, but Shouto keeps your legs wide open, and his mouth lowers towards your dripping cunt. His tongue takes a languid and slow lick. His tongue slipping between your slit and you arch off the mattress. Your eyes fluttering in their battle to stay open, the addicting sensation of his hot tongue against your equally hot core burning you.

Your legs tremble as he thrusts his tongue within your clenching wet walls, swirling in circles and pushing further in. His fingers thrust into you at an amble speed, aiding to your pleasure sent descent on the mattress. On one lick, one godly irresistibly mind-numbing lick, your thighs come crashing against his head. Shouto’s free hand moves to grip onto your trembling legs. His tongue coaxing your orgasm closer to the edge by speaking a language you knew nothing of.

“S-Shouto!” you curse, your hips rolling desperately against his mouth. Your hips were stammering against his compelling tongue.

Your eyes struggle to remain locked on his eyes, your body twitching with the building pleasure. The electricity igniting in your flesh and bloodstream. You can hear the sounds of your squelching pussy against his moving fingers, and your jaw drops. You’re under his absolute control, and you’re no longer able to hold back anymore, your orgasm is right on edge, but you stop him.

“Wait!” you push him off of you, your chest heaving, and the wet arousal pouring from your cunt was slick against his mouth, and confusion evident on his face. “I don’t want to… I want to cum on your cock.”

“Okay,” Shouto pants with amusement, and you watched when his fingers — which were coated in your essence — slipped into his mouth, sucking it clean. The image of that sent electrifying pleasure through you, and your mouth watered at the thought of sucking him off. “What is it?”

“Get up,” you command, your hands moving to remove the belt around his waist, and he was quick to stand on your bed, and you were on your knees. Your knees buck under your weight, and you help Shouto remove his pants. You watch in an almost lusting virgin horror when his cock springs out from under his underwear. The hard cock slaps against his lower stomach, and you take in the way that his cock is thick, with bulging veins, and precum leaking from his head.

There was no going back, it seemed.

Steeling yourself over, you wait for his feet to be free, and the moment he’s out of his jeans, your hands immediately encompass his length. His girth wide enough you struggled to hold it with one hand. You marveled at the way the skin was unearthly warm and impossibly hard in your grip. This is what was going to be buried in your cunt in moments time?

“Y-Y/n…” Shouto stutters as your hand fists up and down his length in initial unknowing movement. Your eyes snapping up to meet his lust covered ones.

“Now,” you sigh as your thumb rolls over the pre-cum that slips from the tip of his head. “You can’t make fun of me if I’m bad, okay?”

Shouto licks his lips, his eyebrow quirking. “I don’t think that’s possible from you, princess.”

You smile softly, but there’s a strong sense of hope when you notice the tremble in his legs, “We’ll see!”

Licking your lips, your mouth opens, and you let the head of his cock press pass your lips. The dark pink head is hot in your mouth, and your tongue presses against the flat of his head, swirling your tongue around, testing his reaction. By the fluttering of his eyes, and the way that his hands seem to fight whether they should latch onto your hair, you reckon it’s okay.

So, you push on ahead, moving further down his impressive cock. His girth so full you had to open wider than you were used to. You gasp as you push him further down your throat. Your eyes flashing up to see Shouto struggling to keep his head down and eyes on you.

Good god, you pray you were wet enough to take him in without lube.

Your mouth sinks down as far as you can go while not choking yourself. Your fingers trailing up and down his toned thighs as you move your head up and down his length. You’re now in a smooth rhythm, bobbing up and down on his cock with enough vigor to make Shouto praise your name.

Your movements signal to Shouto that he can move as well. Shouto groans, and his hips move forward. You relax against his rocking hips, you’re focused on your breathing as his cock moves up and down your throat. Deeper and deeper, you feel his cock move within you. His hand pressing against the back of your neck, and you gag softly against his length.

Your eyes look back up to see Shouto’s eyes closed. Moans and pants spilling out with every thrust, and your cheeks hollow out. Creating a vacuum sensation against his length.

“Oh shit!” Shouto snaps. His hands tangling within your locks as he struggles to not overwhelm you. “You’re amazing, of course, you would be good at this,” he gasps as his cock only goes further down your throat.

You struggle to breathe with his thrusting. His snapping hips overwhelming you with their speed and depth. He’s distracted while he fucks your throat, but you’re even more desperate to keep up. Uncaring about the burning sensation erupting through your airway as he continues at his strength and speed. Your tongue swirls around his thrusting cock. Trailing against his veins as his hips stutter, and your teeth dragging against the sensitive skin.

You moan against his length. The action allowing you to gain more air and sending a loud moan from Shouto’s mouth as his pace increases.

His hips abuse your throat, and you’re delighted in the fact that you’re keeping up. The soft gags that occasionally slip from your mouth, stirring him on. He’s sinful yet heavenly in your mouth, and you want him in your dripping cunt. Your thighs shaking with the mere thought of him having his way with you.

He pulls his length away from your mouth. Your saliva stringing between your mouth and his still erect cock. You cough as you try taking in the air again, the lack of oxygen had been ignored as your pleasure was so high.

“N-Not yet,” Shouto staggers, and you nod in agreement, watching him sink back to the bed.

“Take it off,” you mutter tugging at the hem of Shouto’s t-shirt, and he moves to take it off.

With your teeth tearing into your lower lip, you watch him remove the dark shirt. Shouto’s body had to be a sin while you stared at the rippling muscles on his body, something you had never truly appreciated before. They moved with his body, the faint scars littering his body for you to kiss and count later.

Tone and lithe. He was beautiful.

Shouto’s lips are back on yours as you kiss deeply, your head tilted to the side as his fingers gently grasp your chin. A shaky moan leaves your mouth at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue, and Shouto moves his body so that you’re now on your back. The tips of your aroused nipples brush up against Shouto’s naked chest, and both of your release a throaty gasp as you pull him closer to you.

Your bodies were overshot with denied pleasure, and the mountaining need for more was finally being addressed.

Your leg hooks lazily around Shouto’s waist, and a sigh leaves your lips as Shouto gently grasps the back of your leg, running steady, consistent strokes from the end of your thigh to your ass.

A fire is building up in your gut as your hands work their way down to the buttons and zipper of his pants. His hands gripping your waist, and you could feel Shouto’s arousal pressing against your stomach, hot and throbbing with need. You pulled away from Shouto and giggled as he attempted to follow you with closed eyes as you had to brush your hair out of your face, suddenly feeling hot.

“Y/n…” Shouto just about whined, and you smiled softly at him, finding it endearing and the slightest bit hot when he used that tone.

His hands were on your breasts, slowly stimulating your aroused nipples as he slowly massaged them, making sure to brush your nipple with his thumb every so often, and your head tossed back as you bite down hard on your lower lip. He once again kissed you ever so lovingly, and you felt him pulling away to line his cock with your entrance. You watch with hooded eyes as Shouto presses the head into you, teasing the both of you to extreme lengths, and you wantonly sighed.

You rest on your elbows, a smile on your face as Shouto moves his messy hair out of his eyes. As you stare at his slightly sweaty face covered by strands of different colored hair, your heart just about bursts.

“Make love to me, Shouto,” you say aloud as Shouto stares at you, his cock removing from your entrance and carted against your clit.

“I plan on it,” he smiles, and he grabs your ankle, pulling you closer to him, and you shriek with laughter until his lips engulf your sounds. “Are you ready?” Shouto asks once more, teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick.

“Whenever you are,” you whisper into his neck, preparing for the initial pain.

You let out a cry of pleasure and pain as he slowly enters you, and you pant heavily, trying to contain your tears as he manages to push all the way in. Your eyes clench as you bit your lip, your head buried into his neck.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry as he stretches you out. Shouto is panting too at the feeling of your tight walls clenching against him, they’re unable to relax against his cock. It’s not until the head of his cock hits the wall of your cervix does he stop, and even then he’s not entirely in you.

Your breathing is harsh, and you feel like you’re sweating as you look down at the now joined body. The feeling of him entirely in you makes your head spin, the pressure in your lower belly could be from just Shouto within you or from your slowly growing orgasm, you had no idea.

“Are you o-okay?” Shouto stutters very clearly still adjusting to having his cock in you.

“Yeah, just… trying not to die,” you manage to croak out, and eventually, you collapse onto the bed, looking up at Shouto, who seems to be concentrating hard.

“You’re just super t-tight,” Shouto gasps as you wrap a leg around his waist.

It’s a good move, but it’s too quick as a sharp pleasure pained fire shoots through you as you slam your forehead against his shoulder.

“Too fast,” you snap in regret you try to calm your head. This was too much for you, you felt like every nerve was firing all at once on your inner wall, and no orgasm had reached you yet.

“It’s okay… breathe...”

It takes a few moments, but sure enough, you manage to raise your leg to his waist, and both of you moan at the new level of penetration and the way it made your walls clench around him. “Move,” you command, and Shouto falls onto his forearms as he nods.

Shouto moves his hips back, and slowly almost painfully slow, returns them to the original position, and even with the smallest movement, a lewd moan escapes your lips. Shouto continues going in and out, his hips slowly moving while you start to meet him with every thrust.

Whispers of encouragement escape both your lips as his slow thrusting continues.

Shouto picks up your legs so that they’re both wrapped around his waist, and he comes to lean over you. At the new angle, your head is thrown backward, and you let out a string of soft curses. “Shit, that feels so good,” you cry out in encouragement as you bit down on your lip harshly.

Your lips are soon sought after by Shouto’s as sheen layers of sweat cover both your bodies as the consistent moving of both your hips never falters.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit, you feel so good,” Shouto grunts, his hips picking up in speed as he drills into you faster, the sound of your meeting sweaty bodies echoing in your room.

Soon you can hear the sounds of your bed hitting the wall, and a cry escapes your lips as Shouto’s finger grazes your clit.

“Say my name…” Shouto grunts as he presses harder on your clit, and you can feel the coil within you getting tighter, but at the moment, all you can give is wordless cries. “Say it, y/n.”

“S-Shouto!” you scream out as you shake with an overwhelming need to climax, but Shouto’s finger leaves your clit and goes to keep your hands above your head.

“Are you enjoying this?” Shouto teases as he slams into you at full force again, your cunt tightening sinfully against his length, electricity coursing through your veins while you cry his name. “You’re so good, shit.”

“Oh my god, yes, Shouto!” your voice splutters, and his hands leave your wrist to gently pinch your nipple and clit. You go speechless, and your mind spins as he pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder, and all you can do is let your jaw drop as the new position lets you see stars.

You couldn’t take the feeling of how his body moved entirely within you, the strength and power behind his every move were almost too natural as if this was an everyday thing. You let out noises similar to a purr, grinding your cunt against his conquesting cock and laughing breathlessly at his low groan.

“You like this, princess?” Shouto nips at your throat, his thrusts making you shriek out his name as he buries you further into the bed, your nails digging into his flesh at the back of his neck. You nod rapidly, your eyes closed, your mouth open, your pants tumbling from your mouth. He wasn’t going too fast, just fast enough to have wet smacks echoing through the room, but every thrust seemed to have his cock being pulled out of you nearly completely. He pulled out entirely so he would have the ability to drill back into your wet cunt. The noises of your connecting wet sex left loud echo with your squelching pussy around his hot cock.

The muscles on his back seemed to flare dramatically, your screams turning silent due to your approval of this.

“I needa cum,” you shriek, the fire in your face as bright and hot as the one between your legs. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours, and his lips recapture yours.

Your mind goes blank when a mighty crash goes through you. But Shouto must not have felt the spastic vice-like clamping of your inner walls as he continues pistoling his hips into you, hitting your cervix, and pushing it further up with every slam. You cry against his mouth, your hands shoving at his shoulders as the feeling of your orgasm was too strong to deny, and he slips out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he moans, his mouth connecting with your breast, and once again slams into you.

Your scream is silent, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your fingers digging into his neck, and your toes curl. His hips are driving, persistent, and have a goal in mind. You can barely keep up with him, your long overstimulated body wanting to collapse at the seams, but he doesn’t stop.

The bed creaks loudly under you, headboard crashing into the wall, over and over again.

“Cum, baby,” you beg, your hips wildly thrashing against his. “Cum..”

That’s all it takes, and a hot and heavy load shoots through you, and Shouto collapses onto you at the same time the bed falls. Neither one of you reacts as gravity shifts you both slightly downwards, but your mind is too full of Shouto to care. His body twitching while his cock remains hard within you, the feeling of his cum swimming in your cunt, making your head spin with euphoria.

Drowsiness hits you quickly, and Shouto’s body heat is quickly putting you to sleep.

He pulls out of you gently, and the feeling of his cock no longer in you makes you whimper, your nose burying into his neck as he flips the two of you over so that you’re laying on his chest. His hands send warm and cooling waves through your body, helping soothe the aches in your tired body.

“That was…” you mumble, your mind unable to think straight.

“Something?”

You snort, your head nodding.

“Yeah… something…”

“I love you, y/n,” Shouto whispers against your temple, and you sigh, contentness and warmth flooding your aching body.

“I love you, too.”

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Pag Lubog Ng Araw || When the Sun Goes Down

Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre— SMUT, Angst, Enemies to Lovers au, Delinquent gang au

Warnings— Oral (f receiving), face riding, explicit unprotected sex, somewhat rough sex, fighting (they engage in fisticuffs quite a bit), swearing

Word Count— 2.4k

Summary— The gang leader of an enemy group has been getting on your nerves. This town ain’t big enough for the both of you.

A/N— Thank you @dollwithluv for requesting! I hope you like it! I got kinda carried away with this one oops. You can still request drabbles up until the end of the August with this post

“Is that all you got, Jeon?” you spat in his face after blocking a powerful kick.

“I’m going easy on you. Just testing out the waters,” Jungkook smirked before landing another blow, knocking you aside.

Now it’s your turn to show off. With your balance regained, you launched forward to unleash a flurry of fast punches and jabs on Jungkook’s torso. That made Jungkook stagger backwards, but it wasn’t nearly close enough to knock him down. And so the scuffle continued.

You and your gang of girls ruled this town, striking fear into any man who dared looked your way. Or so you thought. Recently, a rowdy group of boys were looking to expand their territory--directly into yours. Of course, you weren’t going down without a fight. Literally.

“You idiots get lost! We’ve been here for ages,” one of your posse members yelled over your skirmish.

“Why don’t you ladies just move aside? You’ll be under our protection once we take over. You guys can even continue patrolling like you normally would. The only difference is that you’d be flying under our banner, so to speak. That ain’t too bad, right?” one of the boys from Jungkook’s band of delinquents (you believe his name was Seokjin) tried to reason.

“Over my dead body!” you screamed as you exchanged blows with Jungkook.

“That can be arranged,” Jungkook gritted his teeth.

“Get em boss!” underlings from both sides cheered.

10 minutes later, both you and Jungkook were battered and bruised. Jungkook’s lip was busted and your nose was bleeding. Both sides concluded that the match was a draw.

“You’re tougher than I thought,” Jungkook acknowledged.

“I’ll knock your ass to the ground and beat you to a pulp next time,” you threatened with a menacing glare.

“So feisty,” Jungkook chuckled as he spat out blood.

Back at your gang’s headquarters (an abandoned shack that you refurbished), your friends tended to your wounds.

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to jump in and smash his skull in,” Nayeon tsked as she bandaged your hands, “But I know you would’ve hung my booty above your fireplace if I meddled.”

“I appreciate the concern. He roughed me up pretty good, but I’m sure he’s licking his wounds right now too. Plus this is a leader to leader thing. You are my girls, and I’m gonna fight for you till the very end,” you gave them a thumbs up with a smug smile.

The girls cheered and applauded for their fearless leader. They know that past your tough exterior, you’re a fiercely loyal kind hearted person. Most of the gals joined your group after you saved them from being harassed or abused by various men. If there’s one thing you hate, it’s misogynists. Or maybe just men in general.

Both gangs practically tiptoed around each other for the following weeks while their leaders were still recovering. You tried devising plans to run them out of town. Your gang was bigger, so you’d definitely win in an all out war against seven guys. But you quickly brushed that idea aside, not wanting to endanger your crew.

“We gotta have another showdown,” you concluded during a gang meeting.

“What?! You got so hurt last time. There’s no way we could let you--”

“Shut up! What ___ says goes. You know that,” Nayeon silenced the complaint.

“Sunmi, bring this letter to the Bulletproof Boy Scouts. I still can’t believe they named themselves that,” you snickered as you handed her a paper with a formal challenge scribbled on it.

“Uh, boss, I don’t think we’ll need to send that letter,” someone called out from the back after there was a pounding on the door.

“Open it,” you commanded.

Standing on the other side of the door was a pretty boy whose smile lit up the room. No one would believe that he’s in a delinquent gang, you barely could. But then again, it seemed like that gang only recruited models with a penchant for violence and mischief.

“Hey pretty ladies! I’m Jimin. I come on behalf of the leader of the Bangtan Boys. He wants a final showdown. Only him and ___ are allowed in the specified location while they fight. He said the rest of us can brawl outside if we felt like it, but I’ll leave that decision up to the audience. Here’s our official note of challenge,” Jimin handed a crumpled receipt to the nearest girl, “Sorry, that was the only paper we had on hand,” he apologized sheepishly.

“Sundown two days from now at the vacant warehouse huh? Sounds fine to me. Any rules?” you raised a brow at Jimin after reading the challenge aloud.

“I dunno. That’s all the boss discussed with us. Figured you two would make it up as you go. In terms of weapons, Jungkook prefers to use his hands,” Jimin answered.

“So practically no rules. I can roll with that. See you boys in two days,” you shooed the messenger away.

“Are you sure about this? You’re finally starting to recover--”

“Gear up. You’re gonna help me spar,” you interrupted Nayeon. You didn’t have any time to waste before the rematch.

~The Day of Reckoning~

Your girl gang surrounded the warehouse. They weren’t happy about leaving you alone, but they were ready to keep anyone else from interfering. You tapped your foot impatiently as you waited at the front.

“Is this heaven? There are angels as far as the eye can see!” one of the boys whistled as soon as they pulled up.

“I wouldn’t count on that, Tae. These gals would probably stab you in your sleep and steal your wallet or something. Not like you have any money in there anyway,” Jungkook teased.

The group of boys sauntered through the crowd of sneering women until Jungkook stood directly in front of you.

“Let’s settle this once and for all, you piece of shit. Loser skips town,” you asserted.

“Works for me. I’ll hate to see you go,” Jungkook’s tongue quickly darted to lick the corner of his mouth. The action was meant to be intimidating, but it stirred something inside of you. You tossed the feeling aside; he was the enemy. And you’re about to kick his ass.

The warehouse smelled like mold mixed with wet dogs. It was dark. The only light source was the sun’s rays that shone through cracks and holes in the walls or from the partly torn off ceiling. It was already dwindling. Jungkook loudly slammed the door behind him. You led him to the middle of the building, turning to face him before the fight could start.

“Hope you enjoyed your time here,” you taunted.

“We did. We like it here better than our own hometown. You sure you don’t wanna just let us take over? I won’t have to ruin that pretty face of yours,” Jungkook offered again.

“Fuck off Jeon,” you scoffed before throwing the first punch.

You found yourself locked in a repetitive pattern of offensive and defensive moves. Jungkook’s attacks felt heavier, but you moved even faster. It seemed like both of you had reserved your full strength last time.

Jungkook’s last punch knocked you off balance. He took the opportunity to knock you to the ground, effectively pinning you under him. He leaned close to your face and smiled maliciously down at you as he assumed that his victory was assured. He was wrong.

You banged your head against his with as much force as you could muster. In a flash, your positions had been switched. Jungkook groaned in agony under you as you tightened your hold on him.

“Surrender, or I’ll pulverize you,” you threatened.

“Let me tell you something first,” he wheezed.

You reluctantly moved closer to him, but were on guard just in case he tried to headbutt you.

“Closer,” he demanded.

“No fuck you--”

Jungkook used the last of his strength to repel his upper body towards you to plant a rough kiss on your lips. You looked at him in shock, releasing your grip. Jungkook placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you towards him, stopping you just centimeters in front of his lips.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I have a thing for strong women,” he whispered.

You lunged forward and knocked Jungkook flat on his back as you kissed him ferociously. The taste of blood was tinged with desire as the kiss deepened. No one could deny that Jungkook is a handsome boy. Seeing him all beaten up made him even more attractive to you, especially knowing that he’s tough enough to compete with you.

“You know, I thought you looked cute with a busted lip,” you said when you broke the kiss.

“I’d look even cuter if you busted on my lip,” he winked, “Ride my face, ___. Please,” he added.

“What? Right now? I’m all sweaty because we’ve been fighting and--”

“I don’t give a shit. Let me taste you. Unless you’re uncomfortable, of course,” Jungkook showed his decent side.

“In that case,” you say as you slide off your pants.

You kneel above Jungkook’s face, your clothed cunt hovering inches away from his open mouth.

“Come. Here,” Jungkook roughly pulled you down onto his mouth.

He licked wide stripes along your panties, soaking them with both his saliva and your arousal. Ripping the measly piece of material off, he dove nose first into your pussy. His tongue explored your folds, making you squirm. He placed a strong grip on your hips to hold you firmly in place. He moved his arm to let his hand rest right above your pussy.

Without warning, his thumb began to circle your swollen clit. You whimpered at his touch. The pace of his thumb synced up with his tongue as he shallowly dipped it into you. You could feel something ball up within you. No doubt your climax was on a one way express train pummeling towards its final stop. Destination: All over Jungkook’s face.

“Jeon I--I’m gonna” you shuddered.

“Lay it on me baby,” he said, muffled by your pussy.

A euphoric high took over your body a couple of intense seconds later. You were tingling from your nose down to your toes as you weakly dismounted Jungkook. He licked around his mouth, savoring your cum.

“I guess you’re right, you do look better after I busted all over your lips. And face. Sorry bout the mess,” you laughed.

“You could let me fuck you if you really wanna make it up to me,” Jungkook suggested as he palmed his groin.

“Do you fuck as well as you eat pussy?” you inquired as you sat beside him.

“Only one way to find out. You down?” he propped himself up by his elbows.

“Fuck me senseless, pretty boy,” you requested.

“Sure thing, except,” Jungkook pushed you onto your back, “I’m on top this time.”

Jungkook shimmied out of his pants, revealing his already hard dick. It wasn’t too girthy, but it was long. You had a feeling he’d hit all the right places with ease. You were still sopping wet, so Jungkook slid in without a problem. He took his time feeling every inch of you before finally bottoming out.

Jungkook began to fuck you harder, making your entire body shake with each impact. Your wanton moans mixed with his grunts as he snapped his hips faster. His hand snaked its way from your chest up to your neck. He placed a harsh grip on the sides and smiled down at you with satisfaction. Normally you’d enjoy this, but not today. Not with Jungkook.

A quick jab at his side prompted him to release you and nearly double over. Before he had the chance to cuss you out, you flipped him over, reclaiming your rightful place. You ease yourself back onto his cock, bringing him back to a blissful state.

You rode him like your life depended on it. Your hips had a mind of their own as they rocked back and forth. Jungkook groaned with pleasure as he rested his hands on your hips. You began to fuck him with a purpose, changing your pace.

“Whatcha doin?” he moaned.

“Spelling my name on your dick. Now it belongs to me,” you answered proudly.

“Oh fuck, is that so? Are we dating or some shit?”

“Shut up and we’ll figure it out post nut,” you hushed him.

You brought up your knees and squatted over him with your feet on the ground. You bounced up and down and let yourself get lost in the moment. Your carnal voices harmonized and echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse. The sun had finally set, now replaced by the pale moonlight.

“Baby keep going, just like that. I’m gonna cum. Wait fuck should we be using a con--uuuggghhhh,” Jungkook didn’t get to finish that sentence.

He exploded into you, his warm seed shooting up into you. You bent over to kiss him once more. What was meant to be a quick peck turned into a heated makeout session.

“Give me a little bit before I can fuck you again,” Jungkook said once the kiss broke.

“We have more pressing matters to address. Uh, what exactly should we do now? I don’t know if we can really declare a winner or a loser,” you pointed out.

“I’d say we were both winners today,” Jungkook nodded.

“Interesting…” you thought out loud.

“What?”

“Are you still open to combining forces? Only this time, we’d be on equal footing. We can make a stronger gang together,” you suggested.

“I don’t see why not. Everyone is outside anyway right? Let’s go break the news,” Jungkook agreed.

“We both look like shit. And we smell awful,” you observed.

“Eh, it happens. They gotta respect their leaders no matter what, right?” Jungkook shrugged.

Both Nayeon and Jimin fell into the warehouse as soon as you opened the door.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Nayeon said quickly.

“We were just wondering if one or both of you were dead, so we tried to see if we could hear you guys and…” Jimin couldn’t maintain eye contact with either of you.

You pushed them aside and walked out to face the delinquents that were eagerly awaiting the official verdict.

“Listen up dirtbags! Starting today, we will be combining forces. We are now one gang, and we’re gonna be the strongest gang this country has ever seen!” you announced.

“You hear that boys? We’ll be seeing these angels on the regular!” Jungkook chimed in.

“What the hell?!” was the resounding response as Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and locked his lips with yours.

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