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strayflowersstarsandlove · 5 months

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Baby are you drooling? (hanjisung)

Maybe if you looked away just in time he wouldn't notice. If you turned away with a quick snap of your neck he wouldn't realise you were ogling him like some maniac, nevermind the sound of your neck snapping from the fast movement. "Baby are you drooling?". Shit.

Jisung comes up to you with wide eyes and a not so much as a satisfied smirk but a genuinely surprised smile at your flustered expression and actual saliva droplets pooling at the sides of your mouth and beneath your bottom lip. You had seen him topless countless times, not even just in a sexual context too, it was just that your boyfriend would randomly walk around his apartment or yours with his shirt off just because.

This time was no different. He had just walked out of the shower and walked in your room, an off white colored towel wrapped tightly around his waist and another one he was using to dry his hair as he caught you staring at him in a slight trance. He was just so good looking you couldn't help it, no matter how many times you'd see him shirtless it hit you every time like the first one: abs. For days. An immaculate, perfectly toned, round, firm and sculpted broad chest. Abs. Biceps and triceps and fucking everything - ceps. Abs. Truly, you loved everything and anything about him and still couldn't quite grasp just how on earth you managed to pull someone like him, whose body proportions were absolutely perfect. It almost made you envious, what a perfect body he had.

"Are you still there? Earth to y/n? Baby? Babe? Hellooo?". Jisung quickly snaps his fingers in your face, trying to shake you from your trance like state, succeeding after a few tries, "yah! Sorry!! I'm sorry! I was kinda mesmerized there for a second!", you admit abashed, pointing vaguely to his torso and he chuckles, leaning in to peck your lips, "you are so cute", he breathes out, his voice a little raspy before he kisses you once or twice, "you're also pretty good at making me flustered, usually. I'm glad I could finally beat you to that", he adds then, chuckling at your still dazed state, "you know what you could also beat me to? A nice work out session".

Jisung stops rubbing the towel in his hair at that and looks at you half stunned half suspiciously for you never once mentioned ever doing any physical excersice ever since you started dating, "a work out session?" he repeats uncertain, hair falling in his face, eyebrows knitting in that confused cartoon like expression, "yeah! Or multiple ones! Maybe I should just come along with you and Channie and Binnie whenever you guys go to the gym, I mean if that's alright with you, I wouldn't want to impose",you offer, shrugging, and Jisung just nods at that, a still unsure expression plastered all over his face.

"Sure, you are welcome to come anytime you want and I can even ask Changbin hyung to come up with a structured work out plan for you if you'd like but … May I just ask why? Why do you suddenly want to start exercising? Have you been feeling unwell? Have you been feeling sick more frequently? I honestly don't even remember the last time you caught a cold", he asks all at once, making you giggle and shake your head no, "I'm fine! I'm absolutely fine. I just want to have nice abs like you, that's all! I'm okay with my weight I guess, I just wish I didn't have all these rolls", you admit frowning, pulling up your shirt to reveal the soft skin rolls barely overlapping on your tummy, poking at them with a disgusted look on your face.

At least until your boyfriend squats your hands away and falls on his knees right in front of you, grasping your sides very firmly, peppering kisses all over your tummy, "don't you dare do anything to my little pouch! This is mine, my pillow, my softest comfiest head rest, my belly to put babies in, my treasure!!", he exclaims dramatically, holding on to you so tight when you actually burst into laughs you can barely move from his grip and the shakes reverberate through his arms too.

"Hahaha babe, it's okay I just want to be healthier", you try and reassure both him and yourself, seeing how much of a reaction you elicited in him, "but you are healthy! You're so healthy! You have more stamina than I do most days and you always go on walks and never fall ill to anything, you're so so healthy!", he insists, looking at you with the biggest eyes, still not letting go of you, "then why do I have all this excess skin, mmh? Why do I have to physically tuck my belly in whenever I wear high waisted jeans, why do I look like I have a balloon underneath my shirt after every meal? I'm not sure I'm that healthy".

You frown once again, stubbornly poking at your belly button until Jisung removes your fingers from there and clasps them tightly in his hands: "you are healthy. Period. I might not had the chance to go to regular school when I was younger but I did graduate! I know organs need space! That is NOT excess skin that is a very normal amount of skin protecting your stomach and your intestines and allowing them to sit comfortably in there! You get bloated after you eat cause you mostly eat at work in very short breaks and don't have enough time to fully recover and digest! My brother's girlfriend went trough the same, the minute she started working from home and drinking more water and go on little walks shortly after her meals her tummy stopped bloating! Worked like magic".

As soon as he stops talking you do actually realise he might just be right: you do indeed always eat rather quickly at work, inhaling your food along with so much air while never leaving your desk, busying yourself with work even when you're supposed to take a breather and enjoy your break. You never really paid that much attention to it before, you only started noticing your inflated tummy and the way it made you feel insecure in your tighter clothes.

"Okay. You're right, you're actually very right about that. But.. I would like to have a little contouring here, just cause it looks so nice on you and maybe I can try and work out a little during my lunch break so I can train myself in taking better care of myself and do something other than work while I eat, and maybe also help my digestion along the way. I could like eat something lighter before work, have a little upper body session in the break room and then eat my lunch calmly, AWAY from my computer".

Jisung smiles so broadly at you and pecks your lips over and over, "that's my reasonable baby! If you still want to come along to the gym to learn a few new techniques, you absolutely can! Though I will ask you to work out away from me, you can enjoy your session with Chan and Changbin hyung", he adds, finally letting go of your fingers only for his hands to now roam free underneath your shirt that has hiked up your sides and your belly button, "why? Why can't I work out with you? Or even next to you?", you ask, and now it's you being the really confused one, "because", Jisung kisses your lips quite passionately, gently grazing them with his teeth, "I already know I won't be able to do shit with you around", he mumbles lowly, his mouth finding the sweet spot just beneath your ribcage.

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miggysbabymama · 10 months

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Everyone Adores You (at least I do)

Summary: You're a childhood friend of Miguel, you've been in love with him for a while but you've always been too afraid to speak your mind.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem reader

Word Count: 716 (so short I'm sorry!!)

A/N: This is my first fic ever so please be understanding with me. I appreciate any criticism you have for me and I am currently writing pt. 2 as we speak, hope you enjoy!

Tags: Unrequited love, angsty, some fluff if you squint. Miguel speaking Spanish briefly.

Checking your watch, it was 1:15, Miguel should’ve been here 15 minutes ago. He’s usually punctual so you can’t understand why he would be late.

You and Miguel have been friends since you were young. You’ve grown up together, seen one another at their worst, witnessed each other’s first heartbreak and everything in between. Miguel was expected to meet you at your favorite café and catch up. You’re the only non-spider that knows of Miguel’s secret identity, something that you hold very close to your heart.

You found out on accident while snooping in Miguel’s room when you were both teenagers, you saw his suit lying on his bed and confronted him. Teenage Miguel had no backbone and shared everything immediately. That’s how its always been. Your relationship continued to evolve the older you guys got. You never had to question where you stood with Miguel, thankfully.

As he got older his demeanor changed and he became more isolated and distant which you knew this was due to his highly stressful job but his soft spot for you always remained and that was something that you were grateful for.

You guys talk on the phone infrequently but there was nothing like spilling your guts to one another in person.

Just as you were about to sit down at a table, a tall figure comes running through the door so fast you don’t have enough time to move out of the way

“Hey!” you exclaim, realizing its Miguel, the anger quickly dissipates from your face.

“Disculpa!! Sorry (y/n), I tried to get here as soon as I could, I’m sorry I didn’t text.”

He speaks rapidly apologizing and giving reasons as to why he was late. You have no problem catching every word that falls out of his mouth. It doesn’t take long for you guys to fall back into your typical pattern of speaking loudly, cracking jokes, and using hand gestures to magnify your strong emotions. You’re mesmerized with Miguel, his humble confidence, how good he listens and hangs on to every word you speak. It feels good being in his presence knowing that you can be completely yourself.

You briefly consider why you guys never became a couple, but as soon as Miguel starts speaking about a recent date he had been on those thoughts quickly leave your mind as soon as they came.

“I had a really awesome time, we met while on a mission” He says, “she has such a good sense of humor, we share lots of similar interests in books and movies!” says Miguel excitedly.

“You know what that feels like right (y/n)?” You quickly plaster a fake smile onto your face,

"Yeah, I totally get how you’re feeling Miggy” Speaking his nickname only makes you fall for him even more. You take a quick sip of your latte hoping Miguel didn’t notice your unenthusiastic response. As your meeting continues the more jealous you begin to feel. Never once were you envious of the girls that Miguel was dating, he had his life and you had yours. It seemed like overnight your schoolgirl crush had manifested itself into an all-consuming infatuation that you were unable to combat.

“Ay (y/n) me estas escuchando?” Miguel says as he snaps his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

“Are you ok, you seem off, Mamita?” Miguel asks concerned as his eyes dart across your face, searching for an answer. His nickname for you usually brought a smile to your face now makes your stomach churn with resentment.

“No, I’m good, my job has been kicking my ass recently, you know how it is.” You trail off hoping to get Miguel off your case. He nods in response, dropping his concerns to change the subject to his work with the Spider Society.

As your coffee date came to a close you knew Miguel needed to leave, since there were other universes that needed his help. He gave you a hug before he left and that was it, he was gone. You walked to your apartment, crying softly at what could have been. Wishing Miguel was here to comfort you and to hear you confess your love for him. But all your desires existed only in your mind.

#firstfic #miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #Miguel o' hara x you #Miguel o' hara x y/n #Spiderman 2099 x you #hope you like it #Miguelismybf #miguelspeaksspanish

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ghostraves · 2 years

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"The Fallen and The Flying."

Tws: Mentions of G0d, Christianity, Angst in some parts, SPOILERS FOR LESSON 16 & LESSONS 44-70.

Mc is An Angel that lived in the Celestial Realm before and after the fall of the brothers. Mc is Male in this but it's barely mentioned so. Yeah.

Also belphie isn't in the attic bc that boring. 😍

Might be a series if i find my motivation. <33

ALSO THIS ISN'T PROOF READ sksjsjf

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Mc: Usually only uses the term "you", "yourself", etc. But Mc is explicitly Male because.. There's not enough Fluff&Angst Male Mc out there and I'm starving.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Angel!Mc, Obey Me!, Before The Fall, After The Fall, avatar of virtue!mc, M!Mc, male reader x obey me!

Inspired by this comment on: https://jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav.tumblr.com/post/680632946698354688/non-lilithmc-being-a-very-tired-very-stressed

As an Avatar of Virtue, You were up there with the big dogs.

Lucifer, Avatar Of Humility..

Mammon, Avatar Of Charity..

Leviathan, Avatar Of Kindness..

Asmodeus, Avatar Of Chasity..

Beelzebub, Avatar Of Temperance..

Belphegor, Avatar Of Diligence.

Lilith, Avatar Of Hope.

And you.. You were the Avatar Of Fortitude. And clearly.. you were a lovely avatar for that role.

Fortitude was something you certainly understood. Micheal always made you collect all his paperwork and complete it. Lucifer barely let you help, he had too much humility to ask for help, it was tough.. but You were the Avatar Of Fortitude. You could survive.

Then.. The Celestial War Happened.

The Celestial Realm was thrown into turmoil. Millions of brothers.. sisters and siblings, all thrown into war none truly wanted to fight.

Lucifer and His Brothers along with Lilith fought until the rebellion was brutally crushed under the once kind god's hand.

As far as you knew.. They were dead. Possibly decimated. But once some of the warlike hate grew low, You learned Lucifer had become Diavolo's right hand man.

Lucifer. The Once Avatar Of Humility Was Now So pridefully charged.. he was unrecognizable. His third set of wings ripped off. Only leaving two longing sets of wings plastered onto his back. The pain he felt was unmeasurable, and you.. avatar of Fortitude knew that it was.. reflected in his actions.

Mammon. The Once Charitable Angel that barely had anything in his pockets or his palms was now so greedy that it sickened you. His childlike innocence of wanting to give away everything he owned was now gone. Replaced with nothing but ever wanting more.

Leviathan. The Kindest and most passionate of the angels was now something unrecognizable. He was hateful and spiteful, envious of everything he could have instead of what he already did. It pained you to see such a kind angel lose what they were held so dear for.

Asmodeus. The Angel that never asked for nothing, Chasity holding him tight within it's grasps.. the desires he never had or could have wanted was something so monstrously lustful that it made you long for the sweet childlike innocence he had once owned for himself.

Beelzebub, The Angel that held his temperance locked closed.. once filled with such he never had wanted to be so.. gluttonous. Was now the thing he never wished to be true, such a monster that he could never be truly full.. ever again. The curse placed over him caused you to feel his pain, watch as he could do nothing but eat to barely satisfy his hunger.

Belphegor, The angel that was always excited and yet so very passionate about everything he held dear, His family being one of the top most priorities was nothing like it. He lost all his passion and excitement. He never wanted to lay down, he always was excited to play. And yet.. he had become too slothful to be able to tell anyone. The angel that always hopped around you, barely able to hold in his excitement for telling you about the humans he saw with Lilith was barely able to open his eyes anymore.

Lilith, The Hopeful angel she was.. the cause of this. She hoped and prayed to her heavenly father for someone to truly love. She found him, a human that seemed to be having some trouble. She had befallen to the worst mistake..

Love.And she payed the price for daring defy her fathers teachings. And your hope for her to live, slowly died out as the search for her never came to light once again.

The only virtue left. The only avatar that needn't be replaced. The one that couldn't help in the fight.

You.

After the War had come to a close, even during and before it.. you had stayed strong in your virtue. The only God given right to you now was being able to stay, even during the war. You were never knocked down like simeon or hunted like the brothers. You were still.. The Avatar Of Fortitude.

Millennium passed by now, The Demon King Slept beneath the grounds of The Devildom. The Heavenly Father controlled The Celestial Realm like a puppet playing with it's dangling limbs, You were now stuck as Micheal's Right hand man. But you heard.. something.

Apparently.. Not only did the brothers fall losing all their grace.. they became the one thing they didn't want to be. The opposites of their virtues.

Not only that.

Satan, Avatar Of Wrath ruthlessly was born into the world through the wrath and hatred of The Heavenly Father Lucifer contained deep within his soul.

And it broke your barely holding on heart.

Not only that.. It seemed they had.. completely forgotten about you. The one they went to for help.. although Lucifer needed a little pushing. You were the Avatar Of Fortitude.. Weren't you? You could handle this.. couldn't you?

Had the angels you had once held so dear finally become true.. demons?

This.. hurt. It pained. It was soul crushing. It was something that couldn't be painted with words.. even by the most wonderful artist.

And then.. Micheal tells you something. After centuries..

The Next Demon King, Asks of you to join.. a.. wait.. what?

An Exchange Program?!

Well.. You Certainly weren't expecting this. Being told that Simeon, and your beloved adopted son, Luke.. well.. not yet but don't tell micheal.

They had to go to the Devildom.

The.. DEVILDOM!

No! Absolutely not! You refused to let them down there, but.. Simeon stopped you. You were told that Micheal and Diavolo had agreed upon it.

You had no power over it. But you were still sour about it. So you.. may or may not have asked Simeon to wear something showing.. a little more skin then usual. Luckily he liked it.

After a year, You were extremely happy to hear from Simeon and Luke once again. And Luke kept mentioning

"Mc! Lucifer and His Brothers won't stop calling me a Chihuahua! I'm not a Chihuahua!"

The small boy had exclaimed to you as soon as he got the chance. And you were.. surprised to hear those names again. Of course, as the Avatar of Fortitude, You kept quiet.

"ah- Luke, don't let them get to you.. you aren't a Chihuahua.. maybe a little bit but still."

You'd say into the DDD you were given by Solomon to keep in touch with Simeon and Luke.

"Mc!! Don't tease me!"

Luke exclaimed again, before suddenly.. you felt like his mood dropped. Something was.. on his mind. After about 10 minutes, waiting for him to hang up or.. say something. He finally did..

But you weren't sure if you liked it.

".. will you ever come down here?"

.. of course he'd ask that.

Who wouldn't?

You were the Avatar Of Fortitude. The only Avatar Of Virtue that wasn't being replaced or already replaced. You were the only one for the job.

"maybe.. someday."

You said as Luke made a happy hum and hung up.

Of course Luke would ask.

He adored Lucifer and his brothers when they were still angels. Luke was still practically an angeling. He was so small.. and he wasn't able to process it. He was only around 200.

You remembered it well.

Maybe you will join them.

Even if.. they didn't remember you..

You could still be there. Be there for Luke and Simeon, so..

When Micheal told you that you were allowed to join Simeon, Luke and Raphael down in the Devildom. You were excited, which wasn't a very common thing for you, especially due to all the work that had to be done for Micheal.

But then you realized there wouldn't be any room in Purgatory Hall.. And then you realized you were screwed.

You had to stay in

"The House Of Lamentation"

What.. a ridiculous name.

Well.

This is quite awkward, luckily you had already transformed into a more... "Human" looking angel, much like Simeon. Sheathing your beautiful wings. Of course..

But..

Lucifer, Avatar Of Pride. He didn't have to Introduce you to anyone. You.. KNEW everyone. Well.. Maybe except Satan.

But you weren't too keen to speak to The Avatar Of Wrath.

Afterall.. You doubted that he would be interested in speaking to an old guy like yourself.

So.. You met with everyone, not really making much of a difference.

Even by seeing them in this state.. made you spiteful. But you kept quiet.

Like the good.. Avatar of Fortitude.. you were.

Of course.. When Mammon realized he was tasked with "protecting" you.

He reasonably freaked out a little.

Who wouldn't?

But...he was odd.

He was.. flustered? Was that the word for his cheeks getting pink? Or was it just hot in the Devildom? In fact..

Why were they staring at you like that?

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"Well, At least they were happy." - you said before you realized what.. truly happened.

Happiness was.. an odd thing. Happiness can be shown or not shown.

Smiles may hide Malicious Intent.

Frowns may hide the true adoration for someone.

And staring.. staring is what Lucifer and His Brothers were doing at this moment.

Looking at your outfit, your hair, looking for differences.

Atleast that was what you thought they were doing.

But the way they looked at you.

It made it seem like it was..

attraction.

#obey me shall we date #avatar of virtue!mc #m!mc obey me!#m!mc #fluff #angel!mc #after the fall #before the fall #male reader x obey me #Spotify

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bobbiworks · 3 months

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | FINAL

Jiwoo quietly sat on a bench facing the river. She sat there smiling as she reminisced about the past. If she didn't hear the song that triggered her core memories, the feelings life had suppressed, concealed from her to forget the life she wanted, the life filled with happiness and love. She couldn't help but quietly cry while feeling the warmth.

After the reunion, her friends went on with their lives. She realized that it was not only her who had it difficult in life. She learned that each of them lived a moment in their lives filled with difficulties, and she was proud of them, even to herself that they were able to go on happily.

Sungchan and Miyoung, once a happy loving couple in high school, didn't end up together because of differences as what both of them said during their get-together months ago. It was not easy to become friends with their exes, but Sungchan and Miyoung maintained it well. Though, Jiwoo wished that they will find their way back to each other because she could still see that they longed for each other.

Anton, with only a few years difference, he grew up to be a very fine man. He was still as clingy as back then and would always annoy the others. He pursued his dream of becoming a world-class cellist.

Shotaro became a business owner and owned several chicken restaurants. Who would have known that their family's chicken restaurant would become popular? Having the popular guys promote his chicken restaurant was a smart move. He also built a dance studio and held dance classes for aspiring talents.

Suyoung and Sohee got married like what they both said before graduating high school. The two were inseparable. Among the couples in their circle, the two were the healthiest and the least problematic. Only Jiwoo could laugh at herself feeling envious of the two.

Seunghan did really keep his promise to her that he will be by her side no matter what. Without her knowing, he has been taking good care of her parents and even Woojae behind the scenes. She felt bad for not noticing it all those years as she succumbed to her own mishap. Recently, he happily told her that he is beginning to like someone better than Jiwoo.

Wonbin had the best of both worlds, pursuing his passion for music and business. He remained a true friend. He will always be her first love, the one who loved her first for her, and the one who will always love her for her. Wonbin gave her a lesson to sometimes letting go of someone you love can be a start of a greater good.

"Jiwoo…" she slowly looked up and saw Eunseok standing a few steps from her. He looked like he ran his way to her once again. His eyes were big and bright, like almonds but were glimmering as it reflected the sparkling waters of the river. She didn't notice herself tearing until he mentioned it. He quickly went to cup her face and wiped her tears with his thumb. "I'm sorry, did you wait long?"

"Silly, no. I didn't." Jiwoo smiled. "I'm okay. I was just thinking about our friends.."

"Friends? Why?" He asked while getting seated next to her. "Are they making you sad?"

Jiwoo shook her head sideways, "the opposite. I just realized a lot of things. I get to talk with them and learned that we grew up differently.." She said, her eyes then shifted on his hand that was covered with blisters. She gasped as she held it up. "W-What happened?"

"Oh, this?" Eunseok asked. "I had to sign a lot of papers in a hurry.. I can't make you wait that long." He smiled, "Just think of it as my reward." He tried to make light of it but knowing Jiwoo, she didn't budge and went to get her cosmetic kit and pulled out some disinfectant and cream. She carefully mended his blisters and placed a plaster on the biggest one. Eunseok thought that he had to pull his hand away, but Jiwoo held it close and laced her fingers with his.

He tried his best not to smile widely, but his nerves betrayed him, and he pulled her close to his side, squeezing her hand. He then turned to Jiwoo, thinking that she was watching the river in front of them, but no. She was looking at him tenderly with a sweet smile on her lips. "Hmm?"

"I could watch you all day.." She spoke cutely, making Eunseok hold his breath, trying not to look like he was going to explode. "Can I do that?"

He took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah, sure." He said.

Jiwoo chuckled and moved closer to him, letting go of his hand and slowly wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her lips on his cheek. "I am so happy that you're here." She confessed. "To be honest, even before the reunion, I thought of everyone and everything made sense…"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I lost my reason to live… Somehow, I lost myself in the process, and I felt lonely despite my achievements, despite having mom and dad live well.." She explained, "I happened to hear a song that made me remember all the things that happened in high school… everything we've been through together after that." She said. "I used to see myself looking lifeless, but when I remembered all those things, I began to look much livelier.."

Eunseok listened to her with pure intent, and when she finished, he gently planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'm proud of you." He said, those words made Jiwoo's heart skip a beat that she suddenly hugged him tightly. She never knew those words would mean so much to her. "I thank God, that we were able to cross paths again."

"I never loved anyone after you.." She confessed. "When I saw you at the hotel, I wanted to hug you, like I wanted to ignore the fact that there were people there… but I was hesitant because I thought you were mad at me.." She explained, "But now, everything fell into place."

"We just have to make up for the time we spent apart with a lifetime of being together." Eunseok said as he held her hand gently. "I told myself that I will never love any woman after you. My heart only wants you. Your happiness is my happiness.. your sadness is my sadness.." He explained, but Jiwoo began to chuckle, thinking that he was trying to lighten up the mood. "I'm serious, I want to marry you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, Shim Jiwoo.."

"Who would have thought… that the King of Segye High School would want to date someone like me?" Jiwoo asked as she held his hand. "That, I wanted to ask myself if I were still not confident about myself.." She said, then cupped his face, gently caressing his cheek as she looked intently into his eyes. Her heart was racing, and it made her feel a bit breathless. "I had to build myself in order to deserve you, and I did. I did it so that I can be with you with no regrets.. I've finally reached my dreams, and I am very sure… very sure that I want to spend my life with you too.."

A sigh of relief left Eunseok's lips, dropping his head as he could finally breathe. "Damn, you got me feeling like I was in a roller coaster.." He commented, making Jiwoo chuckle.

"Did I?" Jiwoo said as she continued to caress his face. "I love you," She said, finally cupping the other side as she gently leaned closer to kiss his lips. "Thank you so much for waiting…"

Eunseok smiled, kissing her softly, gently falling into her sweet lips. "Will you marry me?" He asked when they pulled away and looked into each other's eyes.

Jiwoo burst out laughing, looking away to hide her red face. She did not expect that Eunseok would throw that question almost immediately.

"What? Did I say something funny?" He asked, pouting a bit. Jiwoo immediately shook her head and ceased her laughter. She then went back to hold his hand.

"Why are you so steadfast?" She asked him.

"I told you, I waited enough so this is it. I am so ready to marry you in an hour." Eunseok said with so much determination.

"You are really one of a kind," She commented and immediately gave him her sweetest answer with a kiss. "Of course, I will marry you, Song Eunseok."

The alarm went off, causing Jiwoo to turn and twist on the bed before reaching her phone on the bedside table. She immediately got up and slowly gathered up her senses before completely opening her eyes. She looked at the window and it was snowing. "Hmm, it's snowing." She told herself, then she felt someone shifted next to her. She turned her head only to see a hand poking out under the sheets and a glimpse of dark hair inches away from the headboard. She smiled and slowly went to check on him, pulling the blanket off his face.

Eunseok was sleeping soundly next to her. She pulled his arm from the side and placed it on his chest. He somehow felt her and went to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close, making her rest on his chest. "Hmm… good.. morning," He unconsciously spoke, not even opening his eyes.

Jiwoo smiled and pecked his cheek. "Good morning," she continued to stare at his sleeping face before she moved a bit in his embrace and cuddled next to him. "We should get ready for work." She told him.

"10 minutes." Eunseok replied, still not opening his eyes. Jiwoo's warmth next to him was enough to charge him up for the day but he wanted more. He can't believe that their honeymoon had just ended.

"The chairperson can't be late." Jiwoo replied, making Eunseok annoyed and finally open his eyes and looked at her with a frown. "Hmm? Why look grumpy?"

"Because… you're making me so." He replied, but Jiwoo just smiled at him before cupping his face and caressed it. She then pinched his cheeks.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asked but Eunseok was still sulking at her. She sighed and dropped her hands and stared at him sternly. "Babe.." She smiled, "10 more minutes?"

Eunseok nodded without hesitation and went to bury his face on her chest, hugging her tightly. Jiwoo sighed, smiling contently with him. "I love you… Eunseok."

"My wife… I love you too." Eunseok replied.

#riize #fanfiction #eunseok #seunghan #sohee #sungchan #anton #shotaro #wonbin #kpopfanfiction

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amayaonly1 · 2 years

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Diavolo's Cousin from Hell - Lesson 5 (Obey Me! x Female!MC/Reader)

@strawberry-moonpies Ello! Hope that you've been well these days. May this chapter bring even just a smither of joy to your day. After all, it's not often we get to see Asmodeus being so envious. 😏 Let me know what you think. Enjoy, and take care!

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Diavolo's Cousin from Hell mini-series:

He was never one to be jealous. For, why would he? Everyone loves him! Alluring light orange-yellow gradient eyes rivaled Medusa, silky champagne-coloured hair, soft supple skin, and his honeyed voice as seductive as an incubus. All eyes were on him wherever he went - luxurious parties, extravagant events, even his social media had an abundance of followers who were dying to know more about him.

Usually, whenever MC cooked, he'd have her serve his plate first after secretly removing his brothers' plates and, in return, shower her with compliments throughout the meal. After all, a beautiful lady with excellent culinary skills deserves the attention of the Avatar of Lust. Ah, he still remembers the look of jealousy on his brothers' faces when he managed to fluster MC~

However, how very unfortunate for him, there he found himself sitting at the table with a pout plastered on his face, his right hand gripping the metal spoon tightly. The half-eaten stew was now ignored as his focus was on his favourite human serving food to the demon brat and even occasionally helping him wipe off the bits of bread crumbs from his cheeks.

He hated it.

That atrocious scene, this ugly churn in his gut, that look of dissatisfaction he's wearing, this entire situation...

He despised it all.

Satan was the first to notice the fifth-born brother's displeasure. "Aren't you being a little too obvious?" he asked, whispering.

Asmodeus leaned over and remarked, "Then so be it. Seriously, who does he think he is occupying MC's time after barging into our house like that?"

"To be fair, it was MC who invited him over," the Avatar of Wrath reminded. "As much as all of us despise him, MC should've asked us first before making a decision. But what's done is done. The least we can do is tolerate him for the next two weeks. For MC's sake."

But the champagne-haired demon, with his lips pursed as he pouted, reluctantly muttered, "Fine." It's all for MC's sake, he reminded himself before shoving another spoonful of stew into his mouth.

Dinner might've been over, but alas, the same couldn't be said about the discontentment Asmodeus was feeling. As he paced back and forth inside his room - one hand placed beneath his chin with the other supporting his elbow - his mind began scheming. Of course, not before cursing a certain demon prince for hogging MC all to himself.

What if, he pondered, he asked MC to join him for a spa night? Just the two of them inside his private bathroom, soaking themselves in a tub of warm water where he'd use one of his limited edition bath bombs he often received from the monthly PR packages. He'd rummage through his wardrobe to find some of his finest silk bathrobes, one for him and another for MC. Ah, yes! One shall not forget the champagne to end the night. Away from his brothers; away from that guest. Yes, he'll proceed as such.

And so there he was, already on his way to MC's room, walking with a little skip in his step as he hummed a delightful tone. Upon reaching her door, he knocked on it. "Oh, MC!" he said in a sing-song voice. "Are you in there? I have a little surprise for you~"

There was no response.

"MC? Are you in there?"

He knocked again, only to be greeted with silence.

"I'm entering now, okay?"

He twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. There was no MC, however. Strange, he thought, where could she have gone to? Nevertheless, the Avatar of Lust was never one to give up easily, not when he'd planned such a romantic evening with her.

Asmodeus, eventually, pulled out his D.D.D. and began typing:

Asmodeus: MC~ Where are you?

MC: I'm in Balial's room. MC: What's up?

This can't be. How the hell did that demon manage to reach her first?

Asmodeus: Aw... Asmodeus: I was thinking that we could have a spa night. Asmodeus: Just the two of us ♡ Asmodeus: What say you?

Please say yes, he prayed. How ironic, for a demon to pray that a human would spend time with him. Anything; just don't say-

MC: Thanks for the offer, but I'm afraid we'll have to raincheck it. MC: Balial wanted to experience building a blanket fort after seeing some pictures from the human world. MC: Would you like to join us? MC: I'm sure there's plenty of room for the three of us. MC: Plus Merihem, if he's interested, that is.

Oh, dear sweet MC. If only you knew how your kind soul had easily broken his heart.

Asmodeus: It's okay. Asmodeus: You two can have your fun. Asmodeus: I'd rather have you all to myself~

MC: Okay!

Come to think of it, that's his first time getting rejected.

And he despised it.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me imagines #obey me fanfiction

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rlupinswhore · 2 years

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he's the snoop to my dog

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of mean citizens and teasing avengers.

summary: your team mates envy bucky's and your relationship and can't help but tease bucky.

- one shot

Bucky Barnes was known to be a savage, evil man in civilians eyes, every one only recalling his hydra Winter Soldier days and not the modern times where he assisted the avengers to save the earth from yet another alien invasion.

No one other than the Avengers and a handful of citizens saw the super soldier for who he truly was. A thoughtful caring man who chose to live under the public eye, and keep a stern yet dull look plastered on his sharp features. The sad part about it all being that the man himself agreed with the false statements.

However, you were there to deny his agreements with the world's harsh opinions. You knew Bucky Barnes for who he was, the man you loved and cherished for the past year. It was cliché, but you found your soulmate when battling in the middle of an attack. You say it was love at first sight even though your vision was blurry due to the fog fumes. Bucky finds it almost laughable but you knew deep down he thought the same.

There was a very obvious difference between the couple, one being a deadly skilled assassin and the other being the world's most friendliest hero with the ability of sonic scream and animal imitation. The team adored the nature of the couple. As Peter said, Bucky was the snoop to your dog.

The team sat on the chairs around the kitchen island, their eyes locked on you and Bucky as you both exited the large elevator. His large hands were wrapped around your torso, while you used your own to comb his ruffled locks. They couldn't ignore the envious feeling pulling at their hearts.

"Morning everyone," You smiled and remove yourself from Bucky's side with a sweet kiss. "I see Wanda made breakfast, smells delish." You hummed and took the plate of food that Bucky kindly gave you. "Why's everyone so quiet?" You ask your oddly silent friends. "Did someone die?!"

"What- no, why is that your first assumption," Natasha laughed and quirked a brow. "All of us are just mulling over here because of you two and your tooth rotting sweetnees." She fake gaged pointing at Bucky and yourself, you were sat in his lap. "You guys make us feel single."

"Yeah! And i'm literally married for God's sake, where's my wife, I need some loving." Clint calls and Tony quickly follows, surely going to find Pepper. Their words make Bucky blush and hold you tighter.

"Is Bucky blushing?" Sam snorted seeing a light pink flush present on his friend's cheeks.

"What, no." The assassin scoffed, digging his face deep into your neck. He leaves a soft kiss.

"Did we get badass, hard-core, ever stoic super soldier Bucky to blush?" Scott joins in but is quick to avert his eyes when Bucky gives him that look.

"Fuck off, it's cold."

"Sure cold. And not that we're complimenting and jealous over your perfect relationship." Carol smirks.

Bucky cheeks tint red, his face heated. "N-No." He groans when everyone laughs and hides his face in your chest. He visibly softens under your touch and light pecks.

#bucky barnes x reader #avenger!reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x y/n

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megan-is-mia · 2 years

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Hello! May I request 42 and 61 from the 2nd Prompt list for Vil with a yandere darling? Basically, Vil is very envious of the reader because they are better than him and it's a constant back-and-forth of bringing eachother down for different reasons

(I'm not sure if this was interesting enough, but I just had to take that off my chest)

(I tried my best) 42. “I love you, I love you, I love you—I’ll say it over and over again until my lungs start to burn and my voice goes hoarse.” 61. “I’ll do whatever it takes.” (Vil Schoenheit x Yandere! Fem! S/o)

Why had he agreed to this dinner again? Vil hated this aspect of his job as a model, the business dinners where he had to keep his mouth plastered into a fetching grin even as he was pestered by potential commissioners. Even worse was when he had to share the spotlight at the event with another star, especially when it was someone like her. (Y/n) (L/n) was not the first newcomer to try and outshine him but she was the one who’d lasted the longest so far.

Oh she put on such a lovely facade for the public but when it was just the two of them… what a sharp tongue she had behind those sweet-talking lips. Right now from the corner of his eye he could see her fluttering her lashes at a producer and letting out a childish giggle at something the man said. A sour feeling twisted his insides, threatening to pull the corners of his mouth down. Was he… was he jealous? Of her?! He rejected the idea violently with a shake of his head. No he wasn’t jealous, not of her, he told himself as he sipped at the glass of wine he was clutching in his grin. What he was jealous of, if he was even jealous in the first place, was the expression on the producer’s face. The joy the man drew from (Y/n)’s presence was what irked him so. Why couldn't he be graced with such a pleasant side of her? Did she think he wasn’t good enough for her? Vil’s grip tightening on the glass, threatening to break it with this thought. He had to calm down, frowning would cause wrinkles which were the last thing he needed. Vil didn't even realize that he was being spoken to until a slender feminine hand was pulling the glass from his clutches. The blonde blinked, seeing (Y/n)’s form come into focus as she took his empty glass and set it on a table. The young woman glared at him before ordering him to stay where he was until she returned. He obeyed, though as her figure disappeared he began to wonder why he was doing as he was told.

When (Y/n) returned she was carrying a cup of water in her hands. Handing it over to the blonde he drank it instinctively before she’d had a chance to speak. The water was a welcome contrast to the bitter wine he’d been consuming, so sweet to the tongue. Vil expected the young woman to leave once she’d finished her act of goodness but she remained by his side. Things began to become blurry for the young man, the sounds of the party going in one ear and out the other before falling asleep.

As he returned to consciousness Vil was sharply aware that the bed he was laying on wasn’t his own. When he opened his eyes he was met with darkness, for a moment he feared he’d gone blind before the realization that his eyes were covered settled in. The blonde tried to move his arms, no luck they were bound above his head. He forced himself to take some deep breaths and think logically. If this was a ransom situation he would need to use his diplomatic skills to keep things from going south.

“Darling… are you awake?” a sweet feminine voice said, accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching the bed. “I knew i shouldn't have used so much powder but i wanted to make sure you wouldn't wake up before we got home baby” the voice continued as it reached the foot of the bed before its owner climbed onto the bed and onto Vil, settling on his chest. The stranger leaned down and pressed her lips against the blonde's, kissing him hungrily as she played with his hair before tugging the blindfold up to reveal her identity. “(Y/n)!” Vil said, pulling his head back and looking in disbelief. “What the fuck is going on? If this is your idea of a joke it isn't funny!” he added with a glare. “No no! This isnt a joke, i would never joke about you” (Y/n) said quickly, grabbing the young man’s face and holding it in her hands. “I love you, I love you, I love you—I’ll say it over and over again until my lungs start to burn and my voice goes hoarse” she went on kissing all over the boy’s face almost religiously in her devotion.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make you understand my feelings” (Y/n) said, pulling back with a childlike grin. “I’ve worked so hard to catch up to you, doing what I had to… to make sure we could be together…” she went on, looking down with a love sick expression. “Last night all i wanted was to hold onto you… but did what was necessary telling everyone that you were taking a long break… so we could start our lives together” she finished looking down happily at Vil who stared up at her in utter disbelief at the madwoman above him…

THE END

#vil schoenheit #yandere reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst

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sundancetarot · 3 years

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“Red Lights and a Suit” Kirishima x ENBY Reader // SFW COMFORT FIC

Hey Guys!! This is my first fic- I quite literally wrote it for my partner but if you want some of that comfort Kiri love, THEN COME GET YA’LL JUICE LMAOO

Description: After recieving news at school pertaining to a school dance, Kiri helps lift your spirits.

Pairing: Non-Binary reader x Eijiro Kirishima

Word Count: 2279

Includes: Loving relationship, affection, pet names, hugs, and appreciation.

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"Grab my hand and keep your eyes closed tight, I don't want the surprised spoiled!".

Hesitantly, you grab a shaken Eiji as he steers your blind eye somewhere you've never experienced but, it feels familiar... somehow, but how? Two steps turned into four, four into six, six into nine, and so on.

"Okay- one more step... watch out for the step.. another... a third- OKAY! Open.".

You want to see wants behind these hands but your brain is having trouble communicating with your bones. You're not nervous but... envious, in ways. Finally, after your self-to-self speech, your hands lower to come in contact with a foggy image of-

{BEEEEEP}

"SHIT-" That was all that could leave your lips... well, there was also FUCK, DAMN, ASS, and your personal "I've been awakened into a frightened state" favorite- CUNT!

You turn over to your phone to finally shut off the constant ringing of your most recent anime binge watch's opening credits song- not your favorite- your most recent.

After, the all too familiar urge of procrastination, you finally manage to shut off the CORRECT alarm this time. Even so, shutting off an alarm has never had many benefits besides reducing the antagonizing screech of above the volume music... however, until now, you have never been greeted by a sleeping Kirishima on your screen behind the alarm window.

That's right... we fell asleep on Facetime together.

You're not surprised that eventually, you'd have these moments- you find the idea of him next to you somewhat comforting.

His blood red-like hair falling onto his pillow has always been a pretty sight to you. His pointed teeth exposed to you, no one knows what he dreams, as he tends to forget but- the way he smiles, even in sleep... No, especially in his sleep, is behind adorable.

You could see from the angle of the phone he had his red LED lights on the highest setting, (typical, was your immediate thought), he has self-drawn art of him in his Red Riot costume with "MANLY" written in comically large lettering under, above, or to the sides of each portrait, this is too cute.

Eiji mentioned last night that he sleeps without a shirt on, he decided to give you this information the moment you started to dose off. Fortunately, waking up before him grants you the pleasure of finally witnessing his rock-hard exterior (I'm so sorry.).

{BEEEEEEEEEP}

"CUNT-" told you. Once again you mistake snooze for the off option. You pick your phone up off the carpet, after launching it several feet in the air. Luckily, your side of the facetime's audio is off and Eiji didn't hear the exaggerated explosion of sounds.

Picking your phone up off the ground which was disconnected from your charger immediately, makes your gut sink deep into your ass, your brain catches up to what you're seeing and pushes your body to practically fly into the bathroom seeing as you only have 40 minutes to get ready now.

That seems like plenty of time if you would have actually showered the night before. Rushing back into your room for your towel, you place Kiri on the sink's counter.

Starting up the shower was a difficult task when you're removing your clothes at the same time, you eventually set it to the right temperature and successfully remove your oversized hoodie with boxer briefs underneath with ease.

After washing your body, you manage to carefully launch yourself back into your room to moisturize and get dressed- you place Kiri on your dresser with a view of you after putting on your underwear.

"Well- aren't you glowing Bubbles?". That humbled cockiness in a person's tone can only come from one person and only this person can make you jump out of your skin in excitement. You turn to face him putting on his shirt because, unlike you, he takes a shower the night before to avoid a rush.

"fuc- don't scare me like that Red!". You definitely miscalculated the emotion there because that was NOT fear, it was a sentiment of emotions on how what he said made you feel inside. Nearly dropping to your knees you tighten up your composure and continue with your routine.

"Sorry babes, you do look unbelievable this morning though." Blushing was definitely out of the question, ain't nothing burning through that melanin babes. Instead, your stomach burns in butterflies as you muster up the words...

"You missed a button on your shirt, Red.". Cool, that was cool.

No, it wasn't.

You can see he wants to make another remark but you notice the new arrangement of numbers on your clock.

[7:27 AM]

Eiji notices your expressions and the faster tempo in your steps as you go from rushing to being quicker than the speed of light. As you reach the door you hear Kiri clear his throat in a way to tell you about the one thing you forgot... HIM! Nearly, slipping under your bed you grab your phone in one swift motion and bolt downstairs.

You don't have time to eat the breakfast your parents teamed up to make so you grab toast and a Capri Sun, hug your parents, pet Rubble; your St. Benard, and bolt for the door.

You hear Kiri's radio in his car blare indistinctive lyrics from his favorite genre "Rock-N-Roll" (I'm so sorry.). You finally start to make your way to school where you pass the place you and Kiri had your first date.

As you ponder the thought of the first time you ever saw him cry, the moment you saw him smile, and the day he said he's his happiest with you casts an unbreakable spell around you. A spell you would never want an antidote for.

After a handful of minutes, you pull into the parking lot across the street from the UA entrance and began the new day. You walk past your classmates greeted with the usual "Hey, Y/N!". From Shoji, "HEY KISSES!". From the always bubbly Uraraka, "Alright boo, heyyy- AH, mwah!" from your favorite person in this school (besides Red of course) Mina.

Speaking of favorite people...

"Guess who?" A pair of hands appear over your eyes and an obviously forced high pitched voice lets you know exactly who it is.

"Hmm... Koda!"

"YE- wait, huh?" Kiri stands there confused arms unraveled from you. You turn with a gigantic smirk plastered across your face, eyes slanted, with defined smile lines signifying your humorous poke at him.

"Oh- haha, laugh out loud- super manly of you." You can hear his sarcasm bursting through his lips. You quickly place your arms around his waist giving him the tightest squeeze letting him know without words how much you miss him. Almost as if without any effort, he grabs you and lifts you into the air, wrapping your legs around him you give him an even tighter hug.

This day, like most, was pretty uneventful so, you zone out... as usual. When you finally come to, you find yourself wrapped around Ojiro's tail, who doesn't mind the immense affection. After your third class period, you meet up with your friends in the cafeteria.

Like any other day, you offer to pay for Uraraka who happily accepts; even when she has enough for a meal you still insist. I mean- why not? Kiri always has your bill.

[2:38 PM]

We finally reach last period and the class president Tenya, announces the school's annual Sadie Hawkins dance. [Brief Sadie Hawkins dance explanation: A dance in a tradition where the girl asks the boy out.]

"Well- what are Y/N and Eijiro going to do?" huh.

"How is Y/N going to ask out Eijiro- they're not a girl therefore how will they find a date to go?" Stupidity graced this one early but, embarrassment graced you immediately.

You couldn't form your words properly to explain or defend, you could only leave. Eiji tries to come after you but you signal him to stay there.

"You're such a douche you know that, right?" Kiri says dropping his almost permanent grin.

"LANGUAGE!" Iida screeches while flapping his limbs completely missing his faults.

[8:13 PM]

You sit in your room foolishly stumped by Iida's uncalled for questions. It doesn't make sense, honestly, you would never let Iida's "no thoughts, just speak" way of speech get to you.

You pause your binge of "Criminal Minds" to go down to the kitchen for a quick snack when you see a bright flare of red pass by your kitchen window wrapping around to the front of your house.

Your immediate thought is that this must be a police car making its way to a crime scene- being a hero in training gave you the instinct of potential bad around every corner. So, this was not a threat nor surprise to you.

{My Red Riot❤️ one (1) new message}

You were wondering where he's been all day. You haven't spoken to him all day, you even tried texting him, and you were left on read by red (I'm sorry once again.) with no response. You are curious as to what he has to say though.

{My Red Riot❤️ : Come outside.}

I won't say I'm nervous but I am definitely confused. I make my way to the front door and take a deep breath while turning the knob...

"Hey, Bubbles." standing there in a grey suit with a red tie, red handkerchief in the left chest pocket, maroon shoes accompanied by burgundy calf socks, and a rose pinned to his suit to top it all off next to his Jeep Wrangler with modified red headlights was your Red Riot.

"We don't need a school dance to strengthen our relationship when we have each other to look at and each other to embrace- I promise to never have this become a rocky relationship..."

You chuckle at the very thought-provoking joke. "... I love you Bubbles." How could anyone be so lucky? You can feel the tears forming already as he walks towards you.

Lifting your chin up to face him he asks you one question...

"Can I kiss you?". You meet his eyes, you feel equal.

"Yes- Of course, you can Red...". He lifts your face up higher and your lips meet he has just confirmed that you are equal- more than partners, but lovers.

You don't know where to put your arms, what to think, or what to feel but it doesn't matter. You feel safe, you feel protected, you are loved.

You pull apart from each other for a moment before getting another quick peck before a grin paints his face, it resembles The Cheshire Cat's smug grin. You don't know whether to be comforted or genuinely terrified by the devilish stare.

"Well- aren't ya gonna get dressed?"

"For?". What has he planned?

"For our Sadie Hawkins- Bubbles, DUH!"

"Oh- I mean, um, YES; of course! Our Sadie Hawkins!". You don't know what he's talking about but, You trust what he does. You rush back inside to my room... time to do the damn thing.

After a while of searching for combinations, You walked out the front door in a black turtleneck, burgundy blazer with black buttons and lining, matching dress pants, and black Doc Martens for footwear to a stunned Kiri.

"Wow- you look... stunning, Y/N." You haven't heard him say my name since we started dating, it's such a genuine feeling. Kiri pauses and rushes back to the car, in a hurry he returns with a small box... this isn't a- right?

Kiri falls to his knee and lifts up the box to a petunia corsage that he slides onto your wrist, completing your look. He picks you up and carries you towards the car door where he reaches out his right arm to open it and places you inside with his left.

The car ride is smooth, no bums in the road and if there were you didn't notice- you could only pay attention to Kiri's presence. You feel a breeze sweep your hand and look down to Red's hand comfortably resting on yours.

He's warm and his hand is incredibly soft definitely the opposite of his Unbreakable form. Being with him in this car feels almost sheltering to you, like a second home of love.

While you were off daydreaming, the car stopped in front of Kiri's house. Your door opens to fully red Kirishima, clearly embarrassed by his blush, you don't react to it much. A sharp feeling strikes your brain as soon as his hand gently grasps yours... you've lived this before.

"Grab my hand and keep your eyes closed tight, I don't want the surprised spoiled!".

Right- your quirk of future vision. It feels dreamlike but as soon as it's put into motion you can pinpoint everything that'll occur after the first stage, it helps with catching villains in the act of their crimes.

"Okay- one more step... watch out for the step.. another... a third- OKAY! Open.".

You let down our hands to a bundle of streamers, lights, and a painted canvas of you and Kiri with a message written on the bottom of it "RED RIOT'S REASON TO RIOT". You don't even give yourself time to process before leaping into his arms with a kiss, you both fall back onto his lawn where you spontaneously combust into laughter.

This night has been the greatest you've ever had- he knew your favorite movies to watch, shows to binge, and music to dance to the entire night. He knows you.

"I love you, Red."

"I love you, Bubbles."

⬇️PLAYLIST BASED ON FIC⬇️

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima #bnha #myhero #my hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academy fanfiction #enby #nonbinary

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mamaspresley · 4 years

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relentless | boxer!ch (1)

A/N: my first time publishing my writing on tumblr... im nervous ee. enjoy!! if u’d like to be added to my tag list, send a message to my ask and make sure it’s not anon! also, see who i envision as natalie here and camille here :)

Chapter 1

"I told you, Cami. You pick the bar, you pay."

Camille wasn't too happy by that remark, as she let out an exasperated groan before digging around in her purse, while her best friend pushed out a playful laugh. She grabbed her wallet, slipping out a twenty and handing it to the dark haired girl, who gave a smug smile before turning back to the bartender to order a round of drinks. Natalie ordered a tequila on the rocks for herself and a Bellini for her best friend before taking the time to glance around the venue. It was a little underwhelming, if she was being honest. When she agreed to drinks on a Saturday night with her childhood best friend in her home of downtown Los Angeles, Natalie expected something a little more exciting. Craved something a little more exciting. She had flown in from Michigan and cancelled her plans with her father tonight for the very excuse to get plastered at some nightclub in L.A.—Natalie had a reason to be less than happy when the night she was looking forward to wasn't as she expected. Aside from her disappointment, Natalie couldn't say she was surprised—Camille wasn't one for loud music and mass hoards of drunk people. She was definitely the more sensible one of the pair, only being a few months older but all the more wiser. It'd been that way since grade school, so Natalie didn't expect her best friend to change too much over the past year they'd gone without seeing each other.

"So how's L.A.? Living up to your expectations yet?" Natalie asked as they waited for their drinks. That was the one thing that surprised her about Camille—after graduating university with a degree in law, she made the impulsive decision to pack her bags and move to California. All of their friends had collectively agreed that was more of a Natalie thing to do, and Natalie herself had only furthered that statement. It was out of character, seeing Camille navigate her way through the streets of Los Angeles, but Natalie would be lying if she didn't say it was refreshing to see her best friend stepping out of her comfort zone. It was like all that Natalie had done for Camille during their high school years—dragging her to parties, smuggling in alcohol to their junior prom, getting drunk for the first time together—hadn't just gone to waste, because now Camille was really living. And Natalie liked to think to herself that she was a part of that journey.

"I actually really love it here," Camille answered, flashing her friend a smile as she tucked a stray piece of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. Natalie didn't miss the way the girl’s blue eyes lit up with excitement, her pink lips twitching into a grin. "Every day I wake up and I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I live here. Like, this is my life now. It's crazy."

Natalie offered a smile, and thankfully Camille missed how it didn't quite meet her eyes. Truthfully, Natalie had always been jealous of the girl. At first, it rooted from her straight A's in school or when she'd been asked to the school dance before Natalie had. Although those stereotypical high school issues still played a big part in Natalie's bottled-up insecurities, the past year had really opened her eyes at how envious she had been of Camille Johnson throughout their entire friendship. It had hit Natalie like a ton of bricks when the older of the two announced her moving to California. Natalie realized how put-together her best friend was, unlike herself. Natalie, crashing on her brother’s couch in a run-down apartment located in the middle of Dearborn, Michigan, was nowhere near put-together. All the while, Camille had moved across the country, found herself a well-paying, long-term job, and resided in a spacious apartment just off the downtown stretch of one of the biggest and most successful cities in the world. Camille worked full-time as a case handler at a law firm in L.A. and was exactly where she wanted to be—Natalie had a mixed degree in business and fashion and was working full-time at Urban Outfitters just to afford being able to sleep on her brother’s couch. It wasn’t her definition of ideal.

"One Bellini and tequila." Natalie was pulled from her thoughts as their drinks were passed across the counter top, and the raven haired girl had to hold herself back from downing the thing in one take.

"You know—" Natalie glanced around, bringing her glass to her lips. She took a sip of her drink, grimacing before tapping her neon orange acrylic nails to the cup. "—This place sucks. I mean, there's like ten people here. And the music isn't even good. And how do you manage to fuck up tequila on the rocks so badly? It's tequila and ice, not rocket science." Natalie didn't bother to lower her voice, which probably wasn't the best move as she could feel the bartender shooting daggers at her from behind the bar.

"Quit being such a buzzkill," Camille said, eyeing the girl who set her drink down with a scoff. She gave the bartender an apologetic smile before turning back to her friend, who was adjusting the straps on her bra. Camille checked her phone. "It's barely eight. I'm sure the place will liven up once the night starts."

"Well, my night started an hour ago," Natalie defended, taking her purse from the back of her chair and hitching it up her shoulder. The girl stepped down from the bar stool she sat at, her black stilettos coming in contact with the hardwood flooring before she looked at the girl over her shoulder. "I'm dipping. You coming or staying, Johnson?"

Rolling her eyes, Camille hopped down too and followed her stubborn best friend out of the bar, leaving their drinks on the counter. Natalie couldn't help but revel in the feeling of pride, the familiar feeling of control that she gained when they stepped outside and she realized the night was back in her hands. Natalie loved Camille, but God, did it ever feel right when she took the reins.

Natalie took a whiff of fresh air and smiled before turning to her friend, swinging an arm around the shorter girl's shoulders. "Me 'n you, CJ. No bar will ever be good enough for the two of us."

"Actually, I was pretty content in there—"

A blast of sirens cut her off, making both of the girls glance down the street out of sheer curiosity. An ambulance whizzed past and turned left onto the road perpendicular to them, and Natalie could feel a smirk crawling across her lips as the sirens dimmed. Camille looked back up at her friend, locking eyes with the dark haired girl before letting out a sort of annoyed-but-knowing sigh. Camille knew that look. It was the look that always got the pair into trouble as teenagers, and would most likely be getting them into trouble as young adults now, too.

"Natalie, no." Camille shook her head, unwrapping herself from the brunette's hold. She lifted a pointed finger, her expression stern. "You and I both agreed on bar hopping tonight. I want to have a good time. That doesn’t include getting into shit with the cops. I don’t need a repeat of senior year," Camille said, recalling the events of a party Natalie had dragged her to during their last year of high school, when the cops showed up and took everyone they could find on the premise into the station. It was Camille’s first—and hopefully last—encounter with the police. She didn’t want another one—one that would be on her permanent record.

"Oh, come on. You want to have a good time? That sounds like a good time," Natalie exclaimed, taking Camille's smaller hand in her's. The reluctant girl groaned as she felt herself being pulled across the street to where a taxi was sitting, and she knew there was no use in arguing with her. Natalie had always been the reckless, don't-think-before-you-do type, and no matter how hard she tried to, Camille could never change her. They'd known each other since third grade and Camille had tried everything in her power to knock some sense into her, but failed miserably. There was no going back when Natalie was set on something, and unfortunately, most times it involved some stupid and dangerous adventure that Camille didn't necessarily feel comfortable with.

"We're not sixteen anymore, Natalie. We can't just go on meaningless adventures and not think about the consequences," Camille whined as the younger girl opened the door to the yellow cab, slipping inside. Camille followed her in nonetheless, her sense of loyalty overpowering her gut instincts. No matter what crazy shit Natalie was getting herself into, Camille was her best friend. She couldn’t let her do so alone.

"Follow those sirens," Natalie told the driver as she flipped her hair over her shoulder before looking over at Camille. The brunette smiled a wicked, mischievous smile, one that Camille knew all too well. "I came to L.A. to have fun, Cami. So let's have fun." They were pulling off the street before Camille even had time to close the car door.

***

The taxi pulled up to a large venue, one that was made of stone and looked older than the Colosseum. The parking lot was packed, and there were a few people lingering outside. It looked to be an arena of some sorts—for what activity, Natalie had no idea. But she did have some intention of finding out.

"This should cover it," the raven haired girl said confidently, leaning forward to hand the taxi driver a twenty dollar bill. The two girls shuffled out of the car, and Camille glanced at her friend with wide, hesitant eyes. Once Natalie had shut the car door, she turned back to Camille and noticed her expression, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We're having fun, Camille. Loosen up. Where there's sirens, there's fun."

"I'm pretty sure that contradicts, like, every law ever."

Ignoring the worried look on the blonde's face, Natalie took Camille's hand in her's and pulled her toward the set of double doors leading into the arena. Loud music blared from inside, the bass heavy and Natalie could feel it in her heart when they entered the building. As soon as they stepped inside, Camille and Natalie were pushed to the side as two paramedics rushed out with a man laying on a gurney, his face bloody and groans spurring out of his lips. He had a splint holding his leg straight, his mouth parted as a stained-red cloth was somewhat stuffed between his lips. Natalie raised her eyes at the sight before looking at Camille excitedly.

"What is this place?" Camille murmured, glancing around. Her hand was still entangled with Natalie's out of fear, and the younger girl dragged them farther inside the venue, towards a plaque that had the word SUNNY'S engraved in silver, bold letters.

"Some sort of recreational center I think," Natalie voiced, retracting her hand as she folded her arms over her exposed chest. The air-conditioning was seemingly turned to high in the building, and Natalie was not dressed for the occasion, sporting a black bodysuit with spaghetti straps, the cleavage cut low to showcase the boob job that she’d invested in last summer, with white skinny jeans and the same coloured heels. She expected California to be warm in the July evening, hence her lack of jacket. Natalie pursed her lips, tilting her head as her eyes scanned down the plaque, reading some of the sponsors underneath.

"What, like a gym?"

Suddenly, a loud roar of cheers erupted from behind a second set of double doors, dragging the girls' attentions over. With a raise of her eyebrows and a quick smirk pulling at her lips, Natalie followed the sound, and Camille was right on her heels.

In the middle of the arena sat a large octagon, guarded with wires and strong pillars at every vertex. Chairs and bleachers rounded the cage, most of which were filled with people invested in the two men fighting in the octagon. The event seemed to be just starting back up again as tensions were high, and Natalie assumed they'd just taken a quick break after the accident that had led her and Camille there.

A man had just come out of a door diagonal to the girls, spiking both of their attentions, and Natalie abandoned Camille to walk over to him. He had dirty blond hair that was slicked back, a statue of around 6'0" and he was looking down at his phone, not paying attention to the girl approaching him before she rested a hand on his leather jacket clad bicep. He looked up.

"Hi, I'm Natalie." The girl flashed him a smile and he raised his eyebrows, sliding his phone in the back pocket of his black skinny jeans.

"I'm Ashton," the boy said politely, giving her a small, confused smile. Natalie used his hesitance to her advantage, cocking her head to the side like a lost puppy. She twirled her long brown hair around her tan finger, batting her false lashes up at the boy.

"Nice to meet you, Ashton. Quick question," Natalie quipped her head to the side, a grin toying on her lips while Ashton's eyes trailed down to her chest that wasn't exactly modestly covered. "What is this place? Some sort of boxing gym or something?"

"Mm, yeah. You could say that." Ashton's eyes lifted back up, meeting Natalie's. "I own the place." He was cute, she thought. Not really her type, but still undeniably attractive. The leather jacket he wore gave off a cool vibe, along with the red tee he sported underneath. His hazel eyes blended nicely with his skin, and dimples pierced his cheeks without him even having to smile. He couldn't be much older than Natalie, but definitely not younger. Ashton seemed to notice her obviously checking him out, as he quipped, "You seem a little lost, love. Did you come here alone?"

A light laugh fell from her red matte lips as Natalie shook her head. She nodded to Camille, who leaned against the wall, consumed by her phone. "My friend and I just came to check the place out." A spark lit up in Natalie's eyes as her lips curled into a smirk. "We just came from her boyfriend's house. Found him with another girl. It's sad, really. Camille always falls for the guys who turn out to be dicks."

She watched as Ashton glanced over, and she didn’t miss the spark in his eyes when he laid them on Camille.

"Sorry. . . You say, her boyfriend cheated on her?" he clarified, lifting his eyes back up to Natalie's brown ones. She nodded, a pout significant on her lips. A look of pity flashed over his face as Ashton mumbled, "That's no good. How's she holding up?"

"Not good," Natalie drawled. "She could definitely use some cheering up. I'm totally helpless here, though. I don't know what to do." Ashton's hazel eyes flickered over with concern, and Natalie would almost feel bad if she knew better—she'd played this game many times before and practically became immune to the feeling of guilt.

"Listen, my friends and I were gonna head out for drinks after the match—I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you guys came along."

A smirk played on Natalie's lips as she internally gave herself a pat on the back. God, a year out of the game and she was still scoring. "I don't know," Natalie pushed, masking her satisfaction with a frown as she crossed her arms, looking back over at an oblivious Camille. "I'm not too sure Cami will be in the mood. I mean, can you blame her? I'd be heartbroken if I found my boyfriend of two years in bed with my sister, too."

Ashton's eyebrows shot up at this, his light brown eyes wide and full of concern. "You sure I can't buy you two a drink later?" Home run.

"I'll see what I can do to convince her," Natalie mused, placing her hand on his bicep gently. Her lips curled up in a not-so-genuine smile and she blinked up at him innocently. "You're sure we aren't imposing, though?"

"Of course not. I'll go check with my friends now," he said with a small smile hinting at his lips. Ashton glanced into the filled arena before looking back at Natalie. "Stay here, I'll be back in a moment."

Ashton was disappearing around the corner a moment later and Natalie let out an excited squeal as she approached Camille. The girl looked up, rolling her eyes at the excitement her best friend was practically radiating. “What did you do now?”

"We're having fun tonight!" Natalie sang out, earning a quip of the eyebrow from Camille. Natalie grabbed one of her hands, smiling wickedly. "I got us invited to drinks with a hot guy and his friends. And he's, like, totally into you, so you're welcome." Impressed, Camille raised her eyebrows at her friend and let a sort of smile creep across her lips, only for it to be replaced with a scowl after hearing the next bit. "I may or may not have made up a sob story on your behalf about your boyfriend of two years cheating on you with your sister, but it's okay because you're gonna get laid tonight!"

"You—what?"

"It's fine, Cami!" said a reassuring Natalie, who wasn't doing much to keep to her name. "His name is Ashton and he's tall and handsome and totally wants to fuck you. Not to mention, he owns this place so he must be rolling in money."

"Natalie," the blonde girl grumbled, dropping her hand to instead bring it up to rub her forehead in distress. Camille couldn't believe that she'd fallen for another one of Natalie's childish games—she should've known better. "You can't just do this shit anymore. Setting me up with someone is one thing, but lying to do so is another. I have a reputation to uphold here, and a good job doing what I love that I can't risk for another one of your stupid games!"

Natalie would be lying if she said that Camille's sudden outburst didn't hurt her feelings. But they'd been friends for years, and had fought countless times. Natalie was used to Camille getting upset with her, and she knew that the girl would always come around to forgive her.

That's why, after Camille had stormed off, muttering something about getting some fresh air, and Ashton had approached her again, Natalie flashed him a sweet smile before exclaiming, "She's all in."

The sandy haired boy smiled. "Great. One of the guys fighting in the ring today is with us—name’s Calum. Great dude. You’d hit it off with him, I’m sure.”

“One of the guys fighting?” she repeated before glancing over to the octagon in the middle of the open space. There was two guys in the ring, one of which was sitting on a bench in the corner as another was knelt in front of him. The man kneeling had a black baseball cap on with blond hair sticking out messily, and his whole attire was dark. The man sitting wore only a pair of shorts, shirtless and skin gleaming against the bright lights of the facility. He had tan skin that was littered with tattoos, dark curls on his head that seemed to be damp with sweat as some stuck to his forehead, despite his conscious efforts of running his hand through it. The guy kneeling was talking as the other guy listened, giving a few nods every now and then. Natalie peeled her eyes away, looking back at Ashton. “Which one?”

“The one sitting.”

Natalie used this as an excuse to look back to the ring, admiring the darker skinned boy that Ashton seemingly knew. He was undeniably attractive, and his choice of career—or hobby, whichever it may be— seemed to only further the fact. He was a boxer. The thin layer of sweat building on his skin glistened under the bright lights of the complex, and Natalie noticed the muscles under his bicep—which looked bigger than Natalie’s head—bulging as his grip on the white towel he held tightened. His jaw was clenched, eyebrows lowered while he listened to what the other boy had to say. Natalie was too engaged in the beautiful boy that she hadn’t even realized the additional body present behind her, and only peeled her eyes away from the fighter when she heard her best friend’s familiar voice.

“. . . I’m Camille. It’s nice to meet you.”

Turning her head back to look over her shoulder, Natalie saw a smiling Camille, her cheeks flush with a light pink colour while her blue eyes gazed up at Ashton adorably. Natalie held back a smile; she knew Camille wouldn’t appreciate the I told you so look in front of the boy, so she’d hold it off until later.

“I was just telling Natalie about how I’m friends with one of the guys in the ring,” Ashton explained, never failing to draw Camille’s attention away from him. He didn’t seem to notice her infatuation, though, as he gestured to the octagon. “I own the facility, manage all the guys here. I’ve known Calum for years. The other guy is his trainer, Michael.”

Natalie glanced back over and saw the boy stretched his arms behind his head, continuing to listen to his trainer as he nodded. He began wrapping his fist in white sport tape, shaking his head before saying something to Michael. Natalie wished she could hear their discussion.

“So you manage, like, fights and stuff?” Camille asked. The two engaged in a conversation about Ashton’s job, all the while Natalie’s attention was on the beautiful tattooed boy, not at all aware of another pair of eyes on her.

Part two here!

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