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"It is precisely because we know that this scene is but a fleeting shadow that we should enjoy it all the more." - Raiden Makoto

I'm continuing to push the "Yoimiya Gets It" agenda. Full ver under cut~

if the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece [b.d.h.]

billie dean howard x fem!reader

summary: idk this came to me while cooking ramen

disclaimer: strong language, sexual nature, smut

gif belongs to @onlysarah235678

Billie couldn’t keep herself from staring; between the swift way you floated around the room, and the dress that hugged your curves so deliciously. She recognized that dress - she had picked it up in a small shop in New York and made you promise you’d wear something nice underneath it for her.

She couldn’t tell if you remembered where the dress was from and deliberately wore it or if you were only wearing it because you knew how lovely you looked in it.

Either way, it was hard for her to deny that you radiated nothing but confidence and elegance as you made your rounds with the producers and actors and actresses; the cherry-red smile never once leaving the delicate curve of your lips.

And she hated you for it.

Specifically, she hated the way you clung to your girlfriend’s arm like a three-piece suit fitted to mold perfectly around her.

She hated the way you wouldn’t look her in the eyes with a soft bat those mesmerizing eyelashes the way you used to.

She hated that she was forced to watch you pad around with the woman that was taking up the other side of your bed; her side of your bed.

Ironically enough, she even hated that she hated you.

When you finally did meet her eyes - as you were escorted to your seat, which had conveniently been placed across the table from her - you sent nothing more than a soft glance which ended as soon as it had began.

She wondered, briefly, if she was imagining the thickness of the tension in the air and if her psycho-babbling with the producer next to her was enough to mask the fact that she was having trouble concentrating.

It only proved to be more difficult as your thumb reached to swipe a pool of chocolate syrup from your bottom lip.

Once again, your eyes met hers, and she wondered if she had imagined the way your pupils dilated as you sucked the mess from the pad of your thumb.

Her spine twitched as she blinked away her own thoughts, submerging herself back into the conversation she was now struggled to keep a hold of.

She could feel your heel bump against her shin underneath the table, “I’m so sorry,” you apologized, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

She almost forgot where she was as she basked to the smoothness in your voice, the soft tone dripping from your lips like honey.

Her eyes darted to your, distracted, girlfriend before landing on you again.

Now she was angry for an entirely different reason.

She was angry that the woman in front of her had the audacity to focus on anything other than you when you were all she could think about.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” She mumbled, hoping she could mask that sharpness in her voice as her eyes trailed down to your chest where she proceeded to stare at the curvature of your breasts.

It was getting harder for her to deny the urgency to bend you over the table and take you right there in front of everyone.

But she refrained, mostly because of the intrusiveness of the idea that maybe you weren’t still in love with her the way she was with you. Maybe you were only screwing with her because you knew the sight of you still make her weak in the knees, no matter how many months it had been since you had broken up.

The rattling in her brain was interrupted by your voice, excusing yourself from the table and sauntering towards the restroom. She watched your hips swing, blinking back the images of your naked ass pressed against her shower wall.

If this is how the night was going to be; she was absolutely fucked.

She waited a moment, glancing around the room before she impulsively pushed her way out of her seat and stumbled towards the bathroom.

She carefully swung the door open, examining the room for anyone. The bathroom was empty other than you standing at the sink with your hands under the runnng water.

She leaned against the wall, examining your face through the mirror before finding the courage to speak. “So, you’ve got a new girlfriend.” She spoke sternly.

You met her eyes in the mirror, almost missing the way the lock clicked behind her. “I wouldn’t call her my girlfriend, hell, she’s hardly my friend.” You let out a defeated laugh, turning off the water.

Billie moved closer to you, pressed her hand to your hip and pulling you flush against her. She couldn’t fight the urge to breathe you in, your scent clouding her senses.

You withered underneath her, shuddering at the feeling of her breath against your ear. She was silent for a moment as she looked you over, “Dress looks good on you.” She stated shortly, finally pressing her lips against your shoulder.

You fought a hum, nearly paralyzed under her as you watched her through the mirror. Her lips traveled past the strap of the dress, her teeth pulling it to snap back against your skin. You whimpered at the burning sensation left on your sensitive skin.

You could see Billie’s eyes visibly darken as her hand began dancing down the outside of your thigh, “Almost forgot what you looked like underneath me.” She watched you carefully, trying to pick up on any indication that you wanted her to stop.

But the gentle pressure of your ass pushing against her made her smile. She took the dress in her fist and pulled it up over your thighs. She would have been suprised at the black-colored lingerie underneath if she hadn’t known you better.

Her voice dropped to a whisper, “Did you wear this for her, hmm?” She was toying with you just as you had toyed with her early. And, man, were you paying for it.

Her fingers found the hem of your underwear and traced along the burning skin. Before you could even let out the breath you were holding, her hand dipped under the thin fabric to swipe a soft line between your folds.

You cried out softly, gripping the edge of the counter until the skin of your knuckles turned white. You could hear the sound of her humming just over the blood rushing in your ears. “So wet.” She praised with a smile.

“Stop teasing,” you begged through a ragged breath, watching her face break out into an evil smirk. She met your eyes, glancing down the mirror at the sight of her hand dissapeared underneath your underwear.

“Why should I?” She almost sounded proud of the desperation leaking from your voice.

You grit your teeth as her thumb pressed teasingly against your clit, “Because you’ve already proved that no one is going to fuck me as good as you can. Don’t make me wait any longer to cum than I already have.”

She rewarded you with a soft circular motion against your clit, holding you flush against her with her free hand as you attempted to buck your hips in a chase for the orgasm you so-desperately needed.

The moans that began to fall from your lips were much appreciated by Billie as she pushed her finger inside of you, “Look at you, moaning like a desperate little mess. Such a fucking slut trying to get off on my fingers.”

Her hand traveled up to pull the dress below your chest, taking a nipple between her fingers and rolling gently. “God,” she mumbled in approval, her eyes locked on your closed ones in the mirror.

She could feel your knees buckling underneath you as you held yourself up against the sink and tried your best to ride her fingers to orgasm.

“Look at me,” she demanded, wrapping her hand around your throat. When you made no effort to open your eyes, she continued, “I have half a mind to make you scream my name for everyone to hear how needy this cunt is for me. Don’t make me regret giving you what you want without making you work for it. Look. At. Me.” If there was one thing Billie knew how to do, it was excite you.

Your eyes immediately shot open, water pooling in them and face flushed of all color except the rosy-pink blush on your cheeks. God, she wanted to take a picture of you in the moment; completely at her mercy and open to her with no metaphorical barrier between the two of you.

“Billie, I’m going to cum!” You were nearly shouting as she clamped her hand over your mouth. Her fingers worked effortlessly faster against your clit.

“Then be a good girl and cum for mommy.” She finally gave you her blessing. As if a flood gate had opened up, your orgasm rocked through you. A symphony of cries and moans flooded Billie’s ear, such a sweet sound.

She pinned your hips against the skin as you shuttered until finally your legs began to still. “Thank you,” was all you had the energy to mumble out as you looked up at her once again.

Her face broke out into a maniacal smirk, “Oh sweetheart, don’t think I’m done with you yet. I’m going to fuck to until you forget your own name.”

This is not edited and terrible, oops 😅 but hey atleast I’m writing for the first time in so long... :)

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Weeping Monk x Reader : Playing With Fire      chapter 18

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Story Summary:  The Huntsman, that is what they called your brother. A name he had earned by hunting down the fey for coin. Coin that is given by Father Carden for his services. You refuse to stand aside and watch how your brother hunts down those who are fey. When you start to warn the fey camps your brother wishes to attack, you find yourself behind enemy lines. But when the Weeping Monk becomes suspicious of you, you realise you are playing with fire.

Chapter Summary: You had believed Lancelot would have escaped with Percival when he had the chance. It seems Lancelot refuses to abandon you and he realises that the Huntsman is exactly what you had once called him.

Notes: I am sorry. Let me know what you like so far about the story or something. I love to read the comments. Thank you !

Warnings:  Trauma, violence, slut-shaming, death, rape threat / sexual intimidation.

Word count: 2994 words in this chapter.

Chapter:  18/ 33+ something (buckle up, it’s a wild ride.)

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You quickly looked up and your eyes widened when you saw Lancelot holding the tip of his sword in front of Draegan's throat. You had expected that he would have escaped with Percival when he had the chance. And yet, here he was.

Lancelot had climbed through the window of your room with the boy, knowing this situation was going to escalate. He had send the boy to fetch Goliath as he made his way out there to help you. He had heard the vile insults. He had heard how the Huntsman confessed to killing your sister, and threatened to do the same to you. Lancelot had waited until most of the Huntsman's mercenaries were preoccupied with searching the village. He had seen how the Huntsman had kicked you when you were already on the ground and was about to do it again had he not stopped him in his tracks.

“Ah, look who we have here. Have you come to rescue your whore once again ?” Draegan taunted, gesturing to you.

He should have known the Huntsman would say something horrible, but his eyes still widened when he heard that, Lancelot couldn't believe his own ears. You couldn't help but feel terribly humiliated and you casted your eyes to the ground. Lancelot saw your reaction to what the Huntsman had said and it infuriated him only more. He always knew the Huntsman was a detestable man, but until now he had hidden it from him. Now Lancelot saw the real person behind the pretence and it disgusted him. He refused to dignify that vile question with an answer “I've come to teach you some respect.”

“You know who you're dealing with, Monk ?” Draegan did not seem afraid of Lancelot, and if he was, he was not showing it.

“A coward ?” Lancelot answered arrogantly.

Draegan chuckled oddly, something he often did before losing his patience completely. Some of his men were cautiously approaching the scene but to everyone's suprise Draegan held up a hand, signalling for them not to interfere between them “No. I will deal with him myself.”

Lancelot smirked when he heard it, this was clearly personal to the Huntsman.

“Tell me, Monk, how about we settle this as men ? Without the steel.” Draegan actually tapped his fingers against Lancelot's sword.

You looked up in worry, you had seen the injuries Lancelot had, with his sword he could keep your brother at a distance. And you knew your brother was known for beating people, fey, anyone. As if he was only happy when he could punch something. Draegan knew he couldn't beat Lancelot in a sword fight, but in a regular fight there was no telling who could win.

“Don't...” You spoke up, looking at Lancelot. He looked down at you and you shook your head, signalling that it was a bad idea.

Draegan saw how you and Lancelot exchanged looks and added in a mocking tone “Or I could command my men to help, and force you to watch as they make some use of her before I hand her back over to the paladins.”

You felt your blood run cold at his words, and when you heard some of his men wolf whistle you started to tremble. One of them closest to you actually reached out his hand and let his finger stroke your cheek, you flinched away when you felt it happen.

Lancelot's mouth went dry and he was filled with white-hot rage, he glared daggers at the man who had reached down to touch you.

Draegan mocked once more “You don't look good, Monk. Think you can kill me and my men in your state ?”

Lancelot weighed his options, if he won this fight against the Huntsman, his henchmen would retreat. They were mercenaries, and it would be above their usual pay to deal with him. If he beat the Huntsman, the strongest, unarmed it would prove a point. He moved his sword away from the Huntsman slowly with bravado, and with a smug inclination of the head he dropped his sword to the ground. He usually did not enjoy the killing, but this ? This was going to be an exception.

The Huntsman drew his sword and tossed it aside as well. His men were spurring him on now, egging him on. “I'll give you a reason to weep, Monk.” He taunted again.

Lancelot scoffed at his remark and beckoned for him to attack. Challenged him. Draegan almost ran up to him and took a swing, aiming at his face. He narrowly dodged it by stepping aside, grabbing Draegan's arm and pushing him forward. Draegan stumbled but regained his balance, he turned quickly and succesfully landed a punch, hard enough to cause Lancelot's nose to start bleeding.

You feared this fight would not end well for Lancelot, and you tried to scramble to your feet. You felt a boot against your back an you were pushed down again by the henchmen closest to you. 

"Stay down ! The show isn't over yet. You'll watch and see how he kills that bastard !"

Lancelot saw it happen. Even though he would enjoy taking his time killing the Huntsman and proving to the people in the village that he was nothing more then a tyrant, he knew it was too much of a risk. And when he saw one of the mercenaries push you to the ground again he lost his patience. He let the Huntsman think he had managed to disorientate him, knowing the hothead would strike again. And he did, but this time Lancelot blocked his arm before punching the Huntsman in the gut, hard enough to make him double over as he took a few steps back before sinking to his knees. It looked so painful that even you winced because of it. You could see some of Draegan's men starting to walk backwards, away from the scene.

You watched as Lancelot approached your brother and looked down at him. Like a wolf studying it's wounded prey. He grabbed his sword off of the ground. The fact that Lancelot had managed to beat your brother to his knees and had picked up his sword again seemed to have made the henchmen nervous. A quick glance at their face confirmed that they were afraid. You knew how injured he was but they did not, for all they knew they would be up against a notorious fighter who had just beaten the strongest to his knees unarmed.

A smirk played on his lips as he licked some of the blood away that had run down to his mouth "It is harder to beat someone who can defend themselves, is it not ?" Draegan attempted to stand up and would have succeeded had Lancelot not proceeded to jab him in the face with the hilt of his sword. Draegan fell backwards to the ground. 

"Harder to hit someone who will fight back..." The words were laced with venom and he sunk the tip of his sword into Draegan's palm who screamed in agony. His choice of words made you realise that Lancelot must have figured out where your bruises came from. Was he truly standing up for you against Draegan ?

You saw your brother's remaining henchmen retreat away from the scene. By the look you saw in Lancelot's eyes, it was crystal clear that he would kill anyone who would dare to interfere. He pulled his sword out of Draegan's hand and blood splattered out of it. You were on hands and knees, watching the gruesome display as you held a hand to your bruised abdomen. The way he fought now was different to how you had seen him fight before, you knew he would not let your brother live. You could see the fury burning in his eyes, no wonder the others were not interferring.

Draegan moved until he sat on his knees, looking up at Lancelot who was now towering over him. He laughed maniacally “You're pathetic, Monk ! All of this, for her ? For my whore of a sister ? For you to get between her-”

Draegan did not get to end that sentence as he was brutally punched in the face by Lancelot. He had heard enough out of this vile being, this was not a person to him, this was exactly as you had once told him. A monster. Draegan fell on his back, stunned by the brutal blow to the face. He was not getting up after that one so fast. He coughed up some blood as Lancelot turned his sword in his hand and held it low above the Huntsman's stomach for one second before raising it higher, ready to sink his sword into him.

"Lancelot, don't !" You suddenly spoke up. He stopped, his sword still hanging above your brother's stomach, ready to strike. Lancelot's eyes searched yours, why did you want him to stop ?

Even though you hated Draegan, hated what he did and threatened to do, perhaps there was still some good in him. Perhaps it was not too late. And the thought that you would watch your own kin be killed just felt wrong. You felt guilty at the thought, you did not want all this bloodshed “He's still my brother, even if he is a monster. My parents would turn in their graves if I would let him be killed.”

Lancelot seemed to think about your words, he was silently suprised by you showing mercy for a man like the Huntsman. After everything he had done and said to you, you were now asking him to let him live ? He both admired and hated that request for mercy. Lancelot looked down at him, his face was covered in blood, his nose crooked after hitting him the last time. He pressed the tip of his sword into the Huntsman's stomach until he drew blood "If you try to get up from the ground, I will kill you. Do you understand me ?" He pressed his sword a little deeper and the Huntsman screamed in agony "Yes ! Yes! I understand !" Only then did Lancelot remove his sword from him and reluctantly stepped away from the Huntsman.

Lancelot approached you and held out his hand, you hesitated before taking it. Days ago Draegan was his ally, and you pretty much his enemy. And now he had stepped in to help you and brutally beaten Draegan. As Lancelot gingerly took hold of your arm to help you to your feet, you saw Draegan get up from the ground behind him and pull a dagger from his boot. Your eyes widened in horror. In a moment of pure survival instinct you pushed Lancelot aside just in time and grabbed the sword Draegan had tossed aside from the ground. Draegan had launched at Lancelot, and would have struck him had you not pushed him away. Then you sank the sword into Draegan's stomach. You let go off the sword, shocked by your own actions. Lancelot was startled, clearly not expecting Draegan to just get up after all of that. Both of you watched as he sank to his knees before falling over on his side. Blood was running from his mouth as he breathed his last breath.

You sat there on your knees, on the cold ground, shaking at the sight. You had just killed someone. Not a stranger, no, your own brother. Even after everything he did to you, you still felt horrible. Perhaps you were more like the Huntsman then you thought you were... 

It was as if time had stopped right there and then. Blood had streamed down the sword unto your hands. You felt sick and dizzy at the sight. Some had even splattered on your face.

One look at your face and Lancelot recognised what you were going through, he had reacted the same way when he had first killed someone. But he couldn't let you break down now, not here where it wasn't safe. Lancelot knew he had to leave this place, it was anything but safe here. Not for him, and not for you and the boy. For now the Huntsman's mercenaries stayed back, but if they figured out he was wounded they would surely try to attack him. As the Huntsman had said, he and the boy had a bounty on their heads. And even if he did manage to kill them, it wouldn't be long before Wicklow send his Trinity Guards to Mirstone to look for the three of you. If he had not done so already.

He grabbed your arm, making sure it wasn't the one that had the bruises, and helped you to your feet. Your eyes remained on Draegan laying lifeless on the ground. The monster that had tormented you, the brother you had grown up with, the cruel Huntsman... and you felt horrified by what you had done. That you were able to do it as if it was your instinct, perhaps killing ran in your bloodline. The sound of small feet running towards you along with the sound of hooves did not pull you from your shocked state. It was Lancelot grabbing your shoulders and shaking you a little that did. You had not even heard him talk until now, his voice seemed far away and was now getting louder, clearer. Percival waited closeby with Goliath, having waited from afar until the fight was over. "Y/n ! Look at me, breath !" Lancelot spoke louder and his voice was tense. Finally you took a couple of deep breaths and pulled your eyes away from the horrifying image and looked at Lancelot. "We cannot stay here. It is not safe. Wicklow could already be on his way to find us. We have to go. Now !" Another deep breath and you nodded, not able to form words just yet. Lancelot beckoned for the boy to come closer whilst looking at the Huntsmen's mercenaries who thankfully stayed at a distance. He didn't let go off your arm as he guided you to the horse with haste. He mounted first and pulled Percival up to sit in front of him again, then he reached down his hand for you to take. Everything felt so surreal now. The sun was rising, casting a light on the village and it's people who had done nothing to help you, beaming down on the now grimson tainted grass around your brother.

“Y/n...” Lancelot pulled your attention to him, his voice calm. He knew you were in a state of shock after all that.

Your throat felt dry as you finally noticed his outstretched hand in your direction and realised he was waiting for you to get on the horse as well. You felt anxious and looked up at him “You want me to...”

He gave a short nod and you stiffly took his hand, even when injured he still managed to help you on the horse and you sat behind him. Another anxious feeling settled in your gut when you didn't know what to do with your hands, you would have to hold onto something if you didn't want to end up falling off of the horse. He must have noticed your unease as he answered your unspoken question “Hold on to me.”

Percival looked past him at you, the boy looked concerned and you felt horrible that the boy had to watch all of that unfold. You just hoped he had not heard the insults. You rigidly placed your hands on Lancelot's sides. He tilted his head to discreetly speak to you over his shoulder “You've sewn my skin back together but would rather fall off this horse then hold on to me ?”

There was sarcasm in that question but you detected something else, something you couldn't place.

“Shut up.” You brushed his question away but couldn't hide the hint of embarrassement in your voice. What would you tell him ? That you weren't used to holding people ? Especially not him. His brows raised and he rolled his eyes. You showed no intention to replace your hands. He sighed in frustration and took hold of your hand, moving it so it was resting on his chest, before doing the same with the other.

“Hold on to me, y/n. Is your discomfort worth a broken neck ?” Lancelot waited for your answer. Finally, you reluctantly clasped your hands together, anchoring yourself to him. He made sure you didn't see the victorious smirk when he was able to convince you. Everything seemed to be a challenge with you. He revelled in the feeling that, for once, you had listened to him. And then you purposely pulled your clasped hands against him, knowing damn well that you had stitched a wound there not long ago. He bit back the groan it caused within him, at least you were back to your old feisty self. Then you did something he did not expect, you placed your chin on his shoulder and asked impatient “Are we going or not ?”

He froze. Something about you doing that felt far more intimate then your hands clasped in front of his chest. Even more intimate then when you had cleaned his wounds and touched his bare skin. He couldn't recall you ever being this close before, other then the time he had held you against his chest  to threaten you. But that had not been your choice, this was. He had even felt your warm breath pass by his cheek when you had spoken. The awkward silence made Percival turn to look at him, both you and the boy had the same questioning look. You tapped a hand against his chest and he snapped out of it.

“At this pace we would be quicker on foot !” Percival piped up and only then did Lancelot beckon for Goliath to move.

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Pining over him // Peter Hale

Pairing: Peter Hale x female reader

Warnings: nsfw , smut , slight daddy kink, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex, tonnnn of dirty talk and just a lot of sexy sin (plotless kind of)

Characters: Peter, Derek, Stiles, Scott, implies pack, y/n

Summery: The young reader has been fantasising about the feeling of being with a real man for a while now, a real man being no other than the notorious Peter Hale. However, it’s hard to be taken seriously when Peter thinks you are no more than an annoying little teenage girl.

Word Count: lost count it’s a ton

Authors Note: This is my first time posting on tumblr, let alone posting a smut imagine soooo I don’t know how this will turn out. I’m just going with the flow of my hormonal teenage instincts ;)

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“Y/n, did you even listen to a word that I just said?”

The deepness of the voice made you snap out of you staring at the entertaining spider that was crawling up the corner wall of Dereks loft, which caused you to jump suddenly on your squished position on the coach, trapped between two clowns, Scott and Stiles.

The quiet yelp you let out made Stiles stiffle a snort causing you to elbow him in the shoulder. The fucker deserved that. You let out a content sigh and an evil smile when you heard a sound of pain from your annoying brother from another mother. What can I say, the pain he feels makes me wither in complete pleasure. I snort at my chain of thoughts and look up to see a confused Derek Hale.

"Yeah sorry, I was just-", Trailing off mid sentence thinking of a viable reason for not listening to the former Alpha. Thinking it would be funny to tell them about the entertaining spider that just crawled under the crack of the wall on the other side of the spacious loft.

“There was a spider” You answer timidly, grimacing at yourself for sounding so stupid in the room full of your pack. Derek looks at you quizzingly, you giving him the most innocent look you could muster, he sighs before letting a small smile come across his features from your utter randomness.

“I was just telling you how we need to keep you somewhere safe incase the Darach decides to pay you a visit” Derek says quickly, you sigh in annoyance hating being treated like a defenceless little girl. You understood that you weren’t anything supernatural or anything but you would think Derek would have a little faith in you since you were so handy with a frying pan from being in a near death experience with the twin Alphas not so long ago. You chuckle subconsciously at the memory.

A mutter of agreements are heard from around the loft from your oh so fellow pack members. Betrayed and defeated, you try voice your opinion on the matter.

“What? No” You probably looked like a kicked puppy. You definatly felt like one. You continued “I’m not some helpless human Derek. Stiles is more helpless than me!” You whine flicking Stiles in the head which he repeated the action harder on me causing me to poke him in the ribs.

“Why has this suddenly turned into bash Stiles day? You know I have feelings too” Stiles offendingly says, his arms spazzing at his sides to try and prove his point.

“When am I ever nice to you” you scoff jokingly earning a chuckle in agreement from him before he went back to listening to the arguement infront of him wishing he had a bowl of popcorn to go along with it.

Derek ignores Stiles and resumes telling me that it’s for my own good. Blah blah.

“Where will I even go anyway? It’s not like I have a line of people waiting to protect me from the looming and pending doom of death itself” You replied, words laced with exaggeration.

“I’ll look after her, it’s not like I have anything better to do”

The husky voice came from the corner of the room shadows dancing across the body of the person that is wanting to ‘look after her’. What am I, a dog? Y/n replied in her head afraid to reply that response out loud since the deep voice belonged to a man she have been shamefully harbouring a crush on for some time now. Peter fucking Hale.

It’s not like she was afraid to converse with him, it’s just that she was terrified of making a fool of her self by stuttering out a few syllables before halting and staring at his piercing blue eyed that made her legs buckle submissively from the dominance they give off. She doesn’t know how he does it, makes her feel like her skin is on fire whilst her heart pounds faster than humanly normal. Without even meaning to aswell. It’s like he was a complete natural at turning her into jelly without even noticing. It riles her up to no extent.

Your eyes widen in shock and your heart beat began to rise much to your dismay, knowing that he probably knew the effects he had on you, since he had spectacular werewolf senses, made you want to crawl into a ball and wither away in embarrassment. But he never made any indication that he knew either from being completely oblivious or because he wanted to salvage that slither of pride you had left for yourself. You prayed the first. But you doubted it since Peter isn’t exactly known for being the nicest human in the planet.

You knew you were probably over exaggerating and stressing about this whole situation way to much but you just couldn’t comprehend what you would do if Peter found out the way you feel since he is abit older than you, being still only a junior in highschool yourself and him being a fully grown mature man that you wanted to pounce on all the damn time. Jesus I need to get laid, preferably by the man invading my dreams at night but desperate times cause desperate measures.

“Look after me? I’m not a child, I don’t need watching over, I have things to do like watching the last season of The Vampire Diaires even though I’m shitting scared to because Stephen dies” You ramble a butt load of word vomit wanting to shut up but your nerves were your worst enemy in situations like these.

“Hey don’t aim your anger on me I’m just volenteering to keep the weak and innocent out of harms way, that’s character development if you ask me” Peter replies smugly as his gaze burns into the your own. You muster up a harsh glare at Mr Hottie before pivoting to face Derek who was evidently waying the little options he had.

“Your not seriously considering this right? You hate him, everyone hates him” I bitterly state, relunctanly turning around to meet Mr Hotties patronising gaze. The evident smirk plastered on his handsome face tells me that he’s enjoying being the cause of this conflict. Mockingly sending a small wave as if proud of the past he has with the pack before him.

Everyone once again agrees with my statement causing Peter to let out an annoyed sigh before saying “I thought we all got over this anger that has been directed towards yours truely, It will give you wrinkles if you frown at me like that sweetheart”, he humours the situation by sending a wink in my direction. Ugh.

“It’s not like we have a lot of options right now y/n, as much as I don’t like it we need as many people focused on defeating the Darach. It will only be for a few days at the maximum. I promise. Please?” Derek had is puppy dog eyes displayed making it very hard for me to deny him, so I bit my tongue and agreed.

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Derek had dropped me off at Mr Hotties apartment with my bag laying heavy on my shoulders ready to stay for a few nights. This whole situation is bitter sweet if you ask me. Bitter because you didn’t know if these few days will hold a wave of awkwardness between the two of you and a lack of communication since the both of you have never had a proper convosation other than yesterday when he offered to keep you hostage in his apartment. And sweet because you’d have eye candy for a while. I was not complaining. It’s a win win situation.

You stroll around the apartment amused “I’m not going to lie I have always wondered if you lived in a secret lab or in an underground network of tunnels or something like that but this will do I guess ” you snickered and joked. Peter lifted an eyebrow and smirked saying “I’m not a complete animal darling”. My stomache filled with butterflies at his statement and I cleared my throat looking around the apartment once again.

Peter leaned on the doorframe and cocked his hip against it whilst his arms were crossed. Damn. He gave me a once over eyes lingering on the exposed area where my mid thigh length skirt lay. “Aren’t you a little young to be wearing that?” I frowned and looked up at his defined features past his broard strong shoulders.

“I’m nearly 18 I can wear whatever the hell I want” I scoffed. Peter held his hands up in mock surrender before strolling into the kitchen with his back facing me. I could see the defining back muscles from the outline of his green v neck and the way his bisceps flexed when reaching into one of the cupboards for two mugs. His hands. Oh holy Jesus his hands. The muscular and veiny hands gripped onto the coffee mugs send a wave of arousal downstairs. My mouth turned into an o shape as I imagined all the things those hands could do to me. All the filthy things. A girl can only take so much! As my eyes began to travel down the werewolf in front of me I started to bite my lip at the way his jeans hugged his cheeks as they clung amazingly against his thick legs that held rippling muscle. I have got to ask him what his leg day routine is.

A hand started to wave across of my face as if trying to get my attention, I averted my eyes away from the goodies to see Peter staring at me with a wide smirk along his smug face.

“Are you okay there y/n? You look a little flustered. Something on your mind?” He walked towards me untill I could feel his lips skimming the top of my ear. I gulped in suprised as my eyes widened and started stuttering out an excuse.

“Oh u-um I was just— nothing” I hung my head to look at my feet awkwardly as they began shifting from nerves.

“Hmm okay let me show you where you’ll be sleeping” he his voice rasped against my ear which sent shivers around my body.

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He knew exactly what he was doing. I mean how couldn’t he? It was like we were playing a game of cat and mouse. More like werewolf and human. I snorted out a chuckle at my pathetic joke as I lay down on the bed in the spare bedroom that Peter allowed me to use. Glancing down at my lack of clothing, an oversized t shirt that said ‘bugs life forever’ and a pair of white lace panties I let out a heavy sigh clocking my head untill it reached the my phone saying it was 2:45am. My throat was dry from overthinking earlier with Peter, how he got so close to me, pressing his body against mine. Why would he even do that? He thinks I’m an annoying teenager. A child.

Wanting to wet my parched throat I hopped towards the kitchen quietly, attempting not to wake Peter from his room and not bothering with putting on sweatpants as I didn’t suspect anyone to see me in this state. I reached my arms out to the highest cupboard in the kitchen, straining my arm at the height of it and huffed when I couldn’t reach it. A deep voice made me freeze in my position and slowly turn around.

“Did I say you could use my kitchen without my permission?” I gasped as I saw his shirtless form, rippling muscle clouded his chest with light scattered chest hair in the centre that led towards the waistband of his sweatpants. Atleast someone thought about wearing sweatpants.

Holy Jesus for I have sinned. “I didn’t think you would have a problem with it since you offered to imprison me inside the walls of your apartment” I muttered angrily starting to once again reach for the glass that I am determined to get. Little did you know that Peters eyes wandered past the hemline of the oversized sweatshirt you were wearing that was hiked up from you stretching to reach the glass, this eyes lingered on the exposed skin of your thighs and the white lace panties that hugged the underline of your firm ass. Having these sudden dirty thoughts that clouded his mind from his previous dream feels wrong since you are much younger than him. But Jesus did it feel so right to him.

The feeling of someone pressed against you from behind startles you. You move to spin around when a deep voice interrupts you. “I’ll get it for you, don’t strain yourself darling” Peters voice seemed strained as if he was trying to keep himself together as you let out a choked sigh at how close proximity you both were to eachother. As he reached up to grab you a glass and handed it to you, your response make you regret the day you were born. Started from your hands brushing you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Thankyou daddy” Both his and your eyes widen at your statement.

Oh my god. Did I really just say that out loud? Judging by his expression, I’m pretty sure I did. Shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? Someone please just kill me right now. A werewolf could come up to me right now and kill me and I would say thankyou.

This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to mingle with others

As he was about to say something but you step back abruptly and close your eyes from shear embarrassment.

A husky voice made you jump on the spot, “ say it again” His eyes glazed over in pure hunger as he watched me like I was his prey and he was the predator.

“I-I don’t know w-what your talking about” my voice sqeaked in pure humiliation

“Say it again” he repeats himself before stalking his way towards you and wrapping his hand round your throat as he squeezed lightly sending an electric feeling of pleasure towards your core. You whimpered at the contact and threw your head back at the sight of this heated haze that bore into yours and so he could reach more of your exposed throat.

“Yes, you do. Say it again. I won’t ask a third time.” He growls and you can feel yourself begin to dampen at his forceful tone.

“Thankyou daddy” You coo.

Fuck.” He curses before lunging forward and taking your lips with his. You immediately open your mouth to his probing tongue and moan when it brushes over yours. Peter pulls away from your wet lips and traces his tongue down your throat as his lips begin to suck along the side of your neck surely leaving marks as he does it making you whine and shudder in pleasure. His impossibly enormous hands glide their way to my chest before capturing my breasts through my sweatshirt starting to kneed and pinch my nipples as he held intense eye contact with me.

“These-” he stopped to grasp them harshly before tearing the fabric of my sweatshirt off making direct contact with them this time with his warm and inviting hands that made me choke a whimper as I was being dominated by the man that I have pined over for as long as I have known him. “Are mine” he finished with a growl flashing his blue luminous eyes. His lips began to assault the hardened nipples, swirling his warm tongue round the bud then biting them teasingly.

“Say it, say that you are mine little girl” he demanded as his hand reached down to cup my pussy through my white lace panties.

“Oh god- oh god yes! I’m yours” I managed to stutter as I became a moaning mess as his magic fingers circled around my clothed clit before he moved them aside and plunged two fingers inside my tight walls.

Barely forming a grammatically correct sentence from the immense feeling of pleasure that I was going through, I reached down bravely to palm his prominent bulge that twitched under my palm.

He growled as his hands ran down your back, grabbing your ass between his hands touching outline of your pussy through your thin lace panties. He pushes you back into the kitchen until you feel your back hit the kitchen table. Peter pulls back away from your lips and flips you around, bending you over the table.

Shocked from the turn of events you let out a yelp, “What are you doing?” you moan and cry out as his hands pull down your panties, kicking your legs open with his feet.

“Giving you what you want baby” He husks as his hands pull down your shorts, kicking your legs open with his feet. You hear him unbuckle his belt before shoving his hand between your legs. “Your soaked” he groans before shoving his cock deep inside your pink and wet pussy.

“ Did you not think I’d notice how you feel about me baby? Your arousal always in the air for me to smell all the damn time I’m around you baby girl, you don’t even realise how hard it was to resist the urge to fuck you everytime I saw you” You purr in content at his sinful string of words.

“Peter please” you beg. He slaps your ass hard causing you to let out a loud moan. “That’s not my name” he glares. Realising what you meant it took you no time before pleasing him again.

“Daddy! O-oh fuck yes!”

“That’s a good girl, I’m going to fucking ruin you” he growls in your ear making you whimper. His dirty words only spurring how turned on you are.

“Please don’t stop what your doing” your desperate gasps are all that he needed to fuck you untill your screaming his name.

He begins to ram his cock in and out of your pussy as you let out a stream of loud and sinful moans, pounding you into the table, making the table legs squeak against the hard floor. He reached round to grip your hair as the other slings around your throat holding you in place as he begins to whisper dirty words into your ear that makes you eager to feel your pussy pulsate around his hard and thick length.

“Who knew you were such a naughty girl y/n? Desperate to feel my cock inside you, I bet you like it when I fuck you don’t you? Huh? Rough and hard?” You managed to humm before it turned into a stuttered moan as you felt yourself beginning to quiver and your legs to shake he continued to pound you with his cock.

Suddenly the feeling of a knot forming below your stomache makes you stutter out a moan “ holy shit, yes, yes!” You scream as you come undone around him as he continues to pound you through your orgasm. A stream of grunts follow after yours as he came inside you, milking your walls with his hot cum.

“Wow, that was unexpected” you grunt as you try and catch your breath, leaning against the kitchen table.

“You started it, calling me daddy and all” he teased whilst he send you a smirk.

“Well I’ll call you daddy as much as you want next time” you reach out to pull at his short hair leaning to give him a subtle kiss on his lips that lingered.

“Darling, next time I plan to fuck that warm little mouth with my cock” he growls.

That can definitely be arranged

A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 42

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Infuenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother,  but who is really suprised, Blatent Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 42: Lies and Pleasure

You wanted to break the tension in the shuttle, “you look nice.”

Kylo looked down at his suit, “It was Hux’s recommendation, to not draw too much attention to who I am, but that’s out the door now.” He was most certainly angry with you now.

“Well I like it, we look like a pair now.” You tried to defuse the situation. He did look good.

“Would you like to visit them today or tomorrow?”

“Who?”

“Your friends. You said you wanted to see them before we go. So that is either today or tomorrow.” There was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Why don’t we visit them today? I have a feeling you don’t want to ruin both days do you?”

“Ruin both days,” he asked rather annoyedly.

“I thought you really didn’t like people. So get it over with now and tomorrow might be a better day.”

He scoffed, “It will be a better day if you cooperate.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Not knowing how to respond. You then heard him give orders to the pilot to change courses to Toronto and to Mitaka to let your friends know you were on your way. Other than that you sat in relative silence.

A tear slipped down your cheek. You tried to hold back your emotions, but you were failing miserably.

A gloved hand came to your cheek and a pair of lips to your ear, “don’t cry you don’t want that to be the last image they have of you do you?”

You sniffled, “this will be the last time I get to see them?”

“Until you are empress, yes.” The hand carded itself through your hair. As much as you hated it it was comforting and you leaned into him as best as you could. His Force hold on you was no longer there.

A few minutes later the shuttle landed and the exit ramp lowered. You felt the Force holding you down once more as you were being unbuckled by him. It made you feel like a child, what once was rather endearing and protective felt controlling and possessive. Once unbuckled he took your arm in his and you could feel the heavy air of the Force keeping you with him. He wasn’t going to let you run. Not this time.

You exited together. The others following behind you, you were at Carter’s place. Both Carter and Hayden had larger apartments than you did, but Carter’s was always the fanciest one. Why you all always spent time in your tiny apartment was something you would never understand.

You all crammed into the elevator, Kylo’s grip on you never letting up. You got to Carter’s floor and you walked down the hall to their door. Kylo knocked hard.

Carter opened the door and their eyes were as wide as dinner plates, “Y/N? Why don’t you all come in?”

You did, Kylo maneuvered you through the door and you were greeted by an equally wide-eyed Hayden.

You all sat around Carter’s living room. The tension in the air was something you could choke on.

Carter was the first to speak, “are you going to introduce us Y/N?”

You turned your head to look at Kylo, whose eyes were burning into your’s, “Go on, tell them who we are.”

You bit your lip before turning back to Carter and Hayden. “This is my match. The redheaded man you see over there as you know is Allegiant General Hux. The silver armored stormtrooper is Captain Phasma and the officer is Lieutenant Mitaka.”

His voice was low and dark, “tell them who I am.”

You swallowed back, but your mouth was dry. “This is Supreme Leader Kylo Ren.” You swore you could feel the metallic taste of blood in your mouth you were chewing on your lip so hard.

Both of them, Carter and Hayden dropped to their knees and surprised you. Their voices in robotic unison, “Supreme Leader forgive us for our ignorance.”

Kylo’s head lifted with a sense of superiority, “you are forgiven.”

They remained on their knees with their eyes focused on the ground in front of them. You were in shock at what you were witnessing.

“Why are they doing this,” you asked.

“This is the effectiveness of the education, or enlightenment that they have received,” replied Hux.

Before you could verbalize the disgust you were feeling Kylo was hauling you up and out the apartment. You tried to break free and to try to reason with your friends, but his actual grip and the grip of the Force tightened around you. You were in his snares and he was not letting you go.

He practically slammed you down into the seat on the shuttle. When he buckled you this time he tightened the straps so they dug into you unpleasantly.

Your voice was small, “why are you doing this?”

“Why does anyone do anything? Power. Order. Control. I tried to warn you, as did the general. Well, you are now out of warnings.”

And just like that, everything about your previous life came crashing down. Your fairytale was no more. You were to be his songbird and there was nothing you could do about it. You were pretty sure all of the sweet things he had ever said to you were lies.

He wasn’t a man. He was a monster.

His head snapped to look at you, a hand wrapped itself around your throat and yanked your head harshly to look at him. “DON’T YOU EVER THINK OF CALLING ME THAT AGAIN.”

If you thought he yelled at you before it was nothing compared to what just happened. Or was it a scream, you didn’t know. You could see out of the corner of your eye that the general and the lieutenant looked terrified. Captain Phasma’s body language told you that she was too. At the same time, the ship seemed to buckle with turbulence that you were sure never happened before now.

You were terrified. Tears fell down your face. He was in your mind and there was nothing you could do about it. No, you were still in a fairytale, but one that you were sure that didn’t have a happy ending. You wanted whoever was writing this story to stop the torment. Your heart couldn’t handle it.

The shuttle docked on the ship. The exit ramp lowered and Kylo ordered, “get out,” to everyone on board. Even the pilot and copilot left. He unbuckled himself and walked over to the wall and the ramp closed. You were now alone with him, strapped into your stupid seat.

He walked over to you and crouched down in front of you. His eyes drill into your’s, into your skull. You could no longer tell what his eyes were hiding. They seemed to once be windows into his subconscious, into his soul, now they were vault doors and you didn’t have the combination anymore.

You watched as his breathing sped up, in what you guessed was anger. “I will give you what I promised, but only if you cooperate. You will say, do and think as I tell you to. If you want to be an empress, my empress, you will have to earn it. You will have to show me that you are worthy of it. Because I am not afraid of, doing as you said, keeping you like a songbird. Locked in a cage and only taken out when I want you to sing. I am not afraid of keeping you locked away, because you are mine and no one else’s. Do you understand?”

The words died on your lips as you tried to say “yes.”

He spoke louder this time, “Do you understand?”

It took all of your energy, “yes.”

“Good.” His hand went to your throat once more, this time it was gentler. “Now Kitten, I do not like having to do any of this. But you need to understand who is in charge. You only have power because I have given it to you. But I believe with the right training and guidance you will eventually be able to take power for yourself.”

His hand shifted up to your face and caressed your cheek, his bare thumb rubbing over your lips, “Now Kitten I promised you that I would wait, but that doesn’t mean I won’t play with you before then.” You heard the clicks of the buckles come undone. You felt his arms beneath you as he proceeded to bridal carry you out of the shuttle and back to your chambers.

He carried you up the steps and threw you down onto his bed before crawling on top of you. His lips came crashing down on top of yours. His teeth bit into your lower lip causing you to gasp, he took this as an opportunity to practically shove his tongue down your throat. You heard him laugh at this. One of his hands ran along the inside of your leg and shoved it to the side, he forced himself between your legs. He bucked into you. This made you gasp even more as you struggled to break the kiss. His lips started to trail down your body, he nipped at your collar bone.

You struggled to find the words, “I thought you said we would wait?” A small part of your mind was screaming out to have him stop, but the rest of you was entranced by his spell.

“We will, but like I said I want to play with you,” you could hear him chuckle in response. His lips found their way up to your ear and he placed a kiss there. “I will follow your wish only if you obey me. But in the meantime, you will let me do as I wish.”

His hands pinned yours above you, but it only took one of his to hold you down. His hand trailed down your body and came to rest on your breast before giving it a rather rough squeeze. You squirmed, which caused him to buck his hips again, but this time he also ground into you. His lips encapsulated yours once more. His hand kneading into your breast, his fingers flexing and splaying around you.

The hand that was holding yours above your head let go and trailed itself down your side and down your thigh before pushing your skirt up. Your hands clutched his back and his hair out of excitement and fear. His hand felt your wetness through your underwear, you heard him chuckle again. “Are you sure you want to wait, Kitten?”  

The small bit of rational brain that you had left screamed, “yes,” but it came out broken.

He chuckled again, “have it your way then.” He then proceeded to grind his fully clothed crotch into your barely covered wetness.

You could feel what you were doing to him. He sped up and both of his hands squeezed your breasts, which caused you to buck up into him. He moaned into your ear. His grinding turned into dry humping. He asked once more, “Are you sure you want to wait,” this time it came out as more of a heated groan.

Your brain was short-circuiting, the heat, and the pleasure you were feeling were almost taking over, almost. “Please,” it came out all breathy.

You could feel his excitement. “Please what Kitten?”

“Wait.”

You could feel his disappointment as he bucked harder against you. “As you wish.” His teeth were marking your skin now. Sucking and biting and kissing. His lips came up to yours and it felt as if he was trying to get you to swallow his tongue. You could hear him repeat, “Mine, mine, mine,” into your mouth. One of his hands found its way to your clothed wetness once more and began rubbing circles into you. Your brain was going haywire.

You moaned into his mouth as your orgasm eventually came crashing in. Your eyes fluttered and your breath hitched. He sped up his hand until your wave was over. He moaned into your mouth before he broke your kiss. He flipped you both so he was spooning you on your side, he continued to kiss up and down your neck while grinding into your ass. One of his hands rested grabbing your breast while the other was against your clothed heat. You stayed like that until you drifted off into sleep. When you finally awoke you could smell that he had taken a shower.

“Did you relieve yourself,” you asked.

“Yes, I promised to wait, but I did not promise to keep either of us from orgasming. I helped you and I needed to help myself. Would you like to try that again,” as he asked his index finger followed the line of your fire and your toes curled.

“No, I am good for now.” It took all you had to respond. His lips then found their way up and down your neck.

Eventually, he stopped and hooked his chin over your shoulder. “I need to attend to some things. You will need to come with me. I am not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the day.” He then got up and pulled you up along with him. With your hand in his, he leads you back out into the real world. Into the other parts of your cage.  

Hi i have been having this idea in my mind for awhile now but since you are taking requests uhm could you maybe try a 5+1 with Haechan? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 For instance, 5 times Hyuck flustered y/n without knowing, plus one time y/n flustering Hyuck for the first time 🥺🥺 pls and thank you🤧

cherry red - LDH

donghyuck is a heartthrob. it’s no wonder he’s easily able to make your cheeks heat up with flirty words and cheeky actions. at least once, you’re determined to give him a taste of his own medicine.

highschool au

that’s such a cute idea anon!! thank you for your request <3

You don’t like the mischievous glint in Donghyuck’s eyes, not one bit. It’s the same look he grazes his best friends with before he tackles them in the middle of class because he “needs attention”. It’s also the same one for when he sets sight on a new victim.

“Oh, my god, Heejin, he’s coming over here,” you mumble, panicked. The bleachers are packed with people and plenty of his friends, so why’d he have to single you out? You, so easy to fluster?

You’re not shy - not extremely, atleast. You handle the affection you get from friends and you can strike up conversation. The second Lee Donghyuck’s attention is fixed on you, though, your brain short-circuits. You don’t know what’s worse - the fact that he doesn’t know, or how he’d be if he knew. Either way, he’s making his way over to you right now.

Somehow, Donghyuck is the playboy of the school, even though he’s not a heartbreaker. Him and his best friend Na Jaemin are notorious for their endless affection, and the harmless flirting they participate in. Never ever do they do it to play with someone’s feelings, or to hurt them, which is why their reputation is spot-clean. Still, they manage to charm quite a few girls, which ends up in soft-spoken apologies and the bitter taste of rejection.

Heejin doesn’t help you. In fact, she starts snickering and turns away from your helpless figure. If the teachers weren’t looking at you right now, you’d beat her ass. Actually, scratch that. If you weren’t so concentrated on the heavenly looks that were Lee Donghyuck, you’d be able to do atleast something.

But how do you concentrate when God’s favorite angel walks towards you? He’s so pretty. Would he tell you where he got that lip balm from if you asked?

“Hey, (y/n)ie!”

Oh no.

You wave at Donghyuck, who’s finally made it to you. His brown hair is disheveled, probably messed up by the one and only Jaemin. You want to know if it’s as soft as it looks. Saying something back would be good, but you don’t trust your brain right now, and the last thing you want to do is embarrass yourself infront of the school’s pretty boy.

Donghyuck, ever so attentive, picks up on that. “Cat got your tongue?” He grins, and when he leans forward, you can smell his cologne. Expensive. And really nice. Donghyuck searches your eyes, probably waiting for permission. Permission to let him tackle you and cling to you like he does with his friends, because he lives off attention. Despite being perceptive, Donghyuck doesn’t know what he does to your poor heart when he takes your hands and pouts, desperate for any kind of skinship. “You’ve got such a nice voice, though. Please talk to me, (y/n)ie!”

That’s the one big reason why Donghyuck is labeled a player. He knows how to rile someone up, but is still oblivious to the fact that his attention on someone can make them so nervous. His stunning features, the honest compliments he gives when he really likes something. He’s affectionate, but he’s not a liar. That’s why he tips his head in wonder when your cheeks heat up, not aware that he’s the one who did that to you. You almost jump on the spot when his fingers trace your cheekbones. “So pretty,” he mumbles. God, you wish he wouldn’t be so charming. “Pretty enough to make me forgive you for not talking. Let’s chat later, yeah?”

You watch him retreat back to his friends to watch the game. It’s no wonder he launches himself into Renjun’s lap after he didn’t get what he wanted from you, and his friend promptly tries to shove him off. Maybe you should ask Renjun for advice.

“You’re such a klutz,” Heejin finally speaks up behind you. “Freezing up infront of him? What, is it so hard to say a simple hey?”

You swiftly turn around and deliver a kick to the back of her knees. She doesn’t buckle, neither does she get annoyed; Heejin laughs loudly, enjoying this as much as Donghyuck does.

Is this bullying?

❀ ❀ ❀

Embarrassing you becomes a hobby Donghyuck doesn’t know he’s picked up.

You and him are on normal talking terms, because you share classes and you often let him copy the homework. What you both do not do is share lunch together.

That’s why the second he slides into the seat next to you and rests his head on your shoulder, you already feel like burning up.

Heejin quietly giggles into the palm of her hand, but it gets stuck in her throat when Donghyuck’s entourage sits down next to her. Well, maybe not his entire entourage. It’s only Jaemin and Renjun who follow his guide, but it’s still enough to shut a Jeon Heejin up.

You shouldn’t lean back just yet. Donghyuck didn’t come to help you with Heejin.

“(y/n),” he complains loudly, bratty as always. He has a very melodious voice, one you love listening to. That’s why you don’t mind being the quiet one when it comes to him. It bothers Donghyuck, though. “You didn’t even come talk to me after the game. Do you not like me?”

“What?” you sputter out, blood already rushing into your face. How was this so easy to Donghyuck? You shake your head, sitting up so the boy slides off your shoulder, but all it does is make him drop his head on your lap as he looks up to you. That’s worse. You cover your face, embarrassed. “I didn’t know you’d want me to come talk to you! I’m not a mind-reader!”

You like listening to him so much more than speaking yourself. Whenever you roam the halls during free periods, Donghyuck’s mellow voice is heard even through the thick doors of the auditorium. It’s so tender and pleasant, you end up sitting infront of it every time so you can listen to him sing to his heart’s content. Once, he’d been in the school choir. He dropped it, though, because he claimed he wasn’t getting along with the people in it.

You like Donghyuck, full stop. Whether this is a crush or just a passing fancy, you’re already aware that Lee Donghyuck is able to make your heart flutter in more than one way.

For example now, as he pulls away your hands to look at your cherry cheeks. “Don’t,” Donghyuck says, voice void of mockery. He speaks in such a caring way that you can’t find yourself to stop him, and you let him imprint the sight of your face into his mind. After all, you do the same with his. “Don’t hide your face. I like you in red.”

Oh, Christ.

❀ ❀ ❀

The third time Lee Donghyuck embarrasses you is on a school hiking trip. The classes had drawn lots on who’d go where, and the class representative had been unlucky enough to draw hiking. Everyone else gets to go swimming or sailing, while your class is hiking. Amazing.

The sun burns down on your skin. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to wear jeans while you’re climbing a mountain, but it’s too late now. Heejin lets herself be pulled up the hiking trail by you, fingers tightly intertwined, even though both of your palms are turning sweaty. Very romantic. Somewhere above you, your teacher is basically running up the path.

Going to Jeju for this isn’t worth it. You miss your bed right now.

But the landscape is so pretty. Very often, you come to a halt to look and take pictures, no matter how much Heejin complains. While she empties her drink, you take some snaps to remember the occasion, awe evident in your eyes.

It’s beautiful here. The nature, the ocean, you adore it all. Unbeknownst to you, someone’s enjoying the view, too, but he’s not looking at the horizon. He’s looking at you.

You don’t even notice Donghyuck creeping closer until he nudges your shoulder with his. He smiles softly when you meet his eyes, unusually innocent, heartwrenching. This boy is filled with so much love and wit, you sometimes forget he’s even real.

“Do you like it?” he asks, head tipping to indicate the nature infront of you. You nod. “It’s gorgeous,” you tell him as you return to your phone to continue filling up your camera roll. “I don’t really like hiking, but this view kind of makes it worth it. It’s so different from watching the sunsets at home.”

So focussed on your device, you don’t even notice when Donghyuck links pinkies with yours. He almost cheers, but he’s able to hold himself back. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment with you. “Yeah, you’re right. I loved living here. Every day was like waking up in a painting.”

“You lived here?”

“Not long, but yeah.” He likes the awe in your eyes whenever something suprises you pleasantly. You’re so cute, he wants to kiss you. “Haven’t you been here before? Or are you just taking pictures to commemorate your visit?”

Heejin quietly sneaks off. Donghyuck makes a mental note to thank her for that.

Your eyes finally trail to your locked pinkies, but you don’t let go of him, thank god. “No,” you mumble, flustered from the simple interaction. Are you that unused to physical affection? “I’d love to come back someday, but I don’t know if that will happen... So, better more pictures than none.”

“I’ll take you.”

For the first time, Donghyuck misses the way he makes the heat blossom in your cheeks because he turns his head to look at the red and pink clouds. Thanks to you, his favorite color has become red now, like cherries. He didn’t even mean to fluster you - he meant it with his whole heart. He’d love to take you here. Introduce you to his grandparents. Show you all his favorite places. Go swimming together...

You’re both pulled out of your world when the teacher blows into his whistle and starts scolding you for taking so long.

❀ ❀ ❀

“(y/n),” Donghyuck says, leaning over your desk to look you in the eyes. It’s last period, and you can’t wait to get out of this hellish chair and escape into the weekend. Donghyuck’s doe eyes though make you wanna sit here a little longer. “(y/n), you’re not allowed to blush for anyone else.”

“I- what now?”

He doesn’t even mind the stares your classmates are giving you when he takes your hands into his own and starts leaving kisses all over them, his lips plush, the pecks loving. Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest at the adoration you feel for this boy. “Don’t blush for anyone else,” Donghyuck pouts, and he moves to press your hands against his cheeks. Like this, he looks like a pudu. You wonder if that would offend him if you’d say it out loud. “If someone else sees it, they might fall in love and I’d have to duel them for your hand in marriage.”

“Take me on a date first at least.” Your hands move to cover his eyes and push him back into his chair, because you’d rather die than show him your face right now. With ease, Lee Donghyuck meddles with your feelings like no one else can. If he’d ask, you’d gladly give your heart away to him. But you can’t do that if he doesn’t mean it.

Perplexed over your words, Donghyuck quiets down and doesn’t speak for the rest of the lesson again.

A date?

❀ ❀ ❀

Heejin, like Donghyuck, is obnoxiously perceptive.

For the second time during this study date, she closes her book and throws it at you. This time, you already know what she’s going to do, but you’re still too late at moving out of the way, and the heavy object hits your shoulder. “Will you stop throwing your work at me?”

“Stop pouting then,” Heejin groans. The girl folds her arms on top of the table so she can rest her head on it, her hair framing around her head like a halo. She’s really pretty. Even in middle school, she was already donning the features that made everyone swoon. Despite that, she’s never gotten into a relationship, because she claims all she needs in life is you and food. Very cute, when she’s currently not pestering you about your crush on a certain Jeju boy.

“It’s not my fault? This is my resting crybaby face. You chose to be my friend. Bear the consequences, coward.”

“Shut up.” Heejin blindly reaches for her pencil case, but you quickly take it away before she can assault you with it. “If you’re so upset about it, you should’ve asked him on a date yourself. He’s clearly wrapped around your little finger, (y/n). You’re just being a dumbass.”

You love Heejin. You’d even go as far as trusting her with your life. She’s kind and loving, and she’s the first one to jump in the car to comfort you after a fight with someone. Heejin’s the kind of friend who braids your hair for fun and falls asleep on your lap after watching your favorite movies, and she laughs at you everytime you fall behind in Mario Kart. In a way, she even babies you.

But whenever you get insecure, Heejin stops the sugarcoating to deal with it seriously. Both of you are aware of what you’re thinking and why you didn’t ask Donghyuck out(“not good enough”, “maybe I read too much into it”, etc.), she’s only waiting for you to say it so she can strangle you. Jokingly, of course. She loves you. The only thing Heejin doesn’t tolerate is putting yourself down.

So you respond, “I’m scared he doesn’t feel the same.”

The girl looks up, onyx eyes meeting yours. No amused glint in them, only honesty. You love that about her. “(y/n), he’s just waiting for you to do something,” Heejin states. It’s like she can hear your pulse quickening, because she laughs and pinches your cheek. “Seriously. I’m telling you to go for it. That dude may be really flirty, but you should see the way he looks at you. He’s basically worshipping the ground you’re walking on. Do the man a favor and give him the slither of attention he’s begging for.”

“He is not begging.”

Heejin raises an eyebrow. “So you’re not denying that he’s basically at your feet? Interesting.”

“Heejin!”

❀ ❀ ❀

It’s kinda ironic that Donghyuck pulls you aside at another game to talk. You wonder what he’s going to do now to set your face on fire.

This time though, Donghyuck is in no joking mood. His fingers are tightly intertwined with yours, the air he’s breathing out mingling with yours because you’re standing so close to each other. It makes you lightheaded, but it also makes you want him to stand closer. “(y/n),” he mumbles.

Is he... is he nervous?

The people on the bleachers cheer, and Donghyuck briefly looks up. Maybe he’s thinking about whether his friends made the point or not. Nonetheless, his attention is on you, and he’s not shy about touching. Warm, soft hands cradle your face and angle your face up, because he wants you to look him right in the eyes. It works like magic; you can’t look away, can’t break eye contact. Under his touch, your heart starts racing.

“You’re not talking again.” The corner of his mouth twitch, barely holding himself back from smirking. His thumbs trace your cheekbones, wandering over your skin and meeting your lower lip. He tugs at it, and relishes in the heavy blush settling on your cheeks. It’s his favorite view. “Say something, baby?”

“You make me nervous.”

The confession is honest, refreshingly so. Donghyuck giggles and steps closer. The nearer he gets, the faster your heart pounds. Does he do this on purpose? You’d bet money on it.

“You make me nervous, too.” He lightly presses his thumb against your lips and you deliver a kiss to it. That seems to satisfy him. His hands abandon your face to hold your waist, and your own fly up to bunch up his shirt in your fists. “Embarassingly so.”

“You’re not acting very nervous, Lee Donghyuck.” You watch as he leans down, the tip of his nose touching yours. Your breath hitches. What is going on? Did he pull you behind the bleachers just for a quick make-out?

Your heart sinks.

“(y/n),” Donghyuck says. “I really, really want to kiss you right now. But I want to take you out on a date first. I want to be called yours and seal the deal with a kiss afterwards. So will you let me?”

“You’re so cheesy,” you deadpan, and for the first time in weeks, you’re not the one who’s cheeks are turning into cherries. You basically gape at the sight of Lee Donghyuck blushing heavily under the dim lights of the soccer field. He screws his eyes shut, embarrassed. “Are you blushing, Lee? Oh my god, that’s so cute.”

“Shut up before I kiss you senseless.” With that, Donghyuck pushes you further into the shadows so no one can see him cling to your lips like the neediest brat ever. The plan had been to kiss you as your boyfriend, but surely, getting a taste won’t be so bad. After all, he’s been dying to find out the many ways he can make the blood rush to your cheeks...

Fate and Phantasms #21: Leonidas I

Welcome back to Fate and Phantasms, where we’re bringing all your favorite servants to life in DnD 5e! Today we’re building the guardian of the hot gates, pride of the rear guard, and the king of Sparta, Leonidas I! We have three goals for this build:

Pride of the Rear Guard: Leonidas’ most famous achievement was holding off an army of 10,000 men with only 300, so get ready to buckle down on defense.

Hot Gates: A king is nothing without an army, so you’ll have one to help hold the line.

Warriors War Cry: One man doesn’t make an army, so we’ll need to whip the rest of the party into fighting shape as well.

As always, a spreadsheet for this build can be found over here, but a more detailed explanation can be found below the cut!

Race and Background

As is true of most servants, you are a Human, giving you +1 to all abilities. You’re the king of Sparta, so you could be a noble, but Soldier fits your personality a lot better, giving you proficiency in Athletics and Intimidation.

Stats

We use the standard array here, but feel free to roll if you want to, I can’t really stop you. Constitution is our highest stat; if you want to be a shield, you need to take some hits. Next is Strength, those abs aren’t just for show. After that is Charisma, it takes a lot of it to keep the Spartans in line, and it’s also moderately useful for some of your skills. Then fill Dexterity, holding the line doesn’t need finesse, but it’s part of the AC calculation so we’ll get some anyway. Next is Intelligence. You’re the smartest Spartan, but you’re the smartest Spartan. Finally, dump Wisdom. You’re a bit hotheaded, and we just needed other stats more.

Class Levels: 

1. Barbarian 1: Yes, I know, the shirtless man taking tons of damage is a barbarian, shocking. At first level, you can Rage, adding extra damage to your melee attacks, giving you damage resistances, and advantage on strength saves and checks. It takes a bonus action to go into and out of a rage, and lasts a minute unless you fail to hit or get hit by anything for a full round. The bonus damage and number of times you can rage go up as you level, so check the PHB for details.

Your abs become tough enough to stop swords with Unarmored Defense, which you’ll notice is a bit of a running theme in servant builds. This makes your AC equal to 10 + your Dexterity modifier + your Constitution modifier. You can also have a shield and still get this effect, unlike monks.

Barbarians have proficiency with all weapons, light and medium armor, Strength and Constitution saving throws, and two Barbarian skills. Pick Perception and Survival because you already got Athletics and Intimidation with your background and you’re not that natury despite your class pick.

2. Barbarian 2: At second level you get a Reckless attack, giving you on demand advantage on your attacks, as long as you’re willing to give that advantage to your enemies afterwards. You also have Danger Sense, giving you advantage on Dexterity saves caused by things you can see.

3. Barbarian 3: Picking a subclass for this build was actually kind of difficult this time around. I was really tempted to go with the Storm Herald to get all sorts of cool fire abilities for the guardian of the hot gates, but ultimately I had to go with the Ancestral Guardian. When you take the path, you summon Ancestral Protectors when you rage. The first creature you hit each turn become their target, giving them disadvantage on all attacks that aren’t heading your way. If the target hits someone else anyway, the other creature has resistance against the attack. As the name suggests, these are supposed to be ancestors, but I’d be willing to argue that the Battle of Thermopylae happened long enough ago that the 300 are a valid choice.

4. Barbarian 4: Use your first ASI to pick up the Sentinel feat. This gives you three abilities; hitting creatures with an opportunity attack reduces that creature’s speed to 0, disengaging does not prevent you from making opportunity attacks, and you can react to creatures within 5′ attacking someone else to make an attack against them. Unfortunately, we’re not grabbing the polearm master feat as well, though it is a very good idea if you want to focus on defense. We just needed the ASIs more.

5. Barbarian 5: You get an Extra Attack, letting you make two attacks when you take the attack action. We’re also switching up your feature with a UA feature, the Instinctive Pounce. When any creature ends its turn within 15′ of you, you can react to move up to half your movement to get closer to it, great for closing the line or chasing down anything that breaks through. This movement does not provoke attacks of opportunity.

6. Barbarian 6: Ancestral Guardians gain a Spirit Shield. When another creature takes damage within 30′ of you while you’re raging, you can react to reduce the damage taken by 2d6.

7. Fighter 1: Leonidas isn’t just strong, he’s also pretty smart. That means you need levels in a thinking man’s class; fighter! At first level, you get a Fighting Style, so grab Protection to react to impose disadvantage on attacks against a creature within 5′ of you. You also get a Second Wind, healing yourself as a bonus action for 1d10 plus your fighter level. You know you need to take a break to keep up the long fights, such as, say, fighting an infinite demon army. Wild scenarios like that.

8. Fighter 2: You get an Action Surge, letting you add an extra action to one of your turns once per short rest. There ain’t no turn like a Spartan turn ‘cuz a Spartan turn don’t stop (until everyone’s dead)!

9. Fighter 3: You put those brains of yours to good use as a Battle Master, gaining three maneuvers and four d8 maneuver dice in the process, which replenish on a short rest. Grab Lunging Attack for extra reach, Rally to buff a team mate when they desperately need it, and Goading Attack to make you an even bigger target than you were already. You also become a Student of War, gaining proficiency with one artisan’s toolkit.

10. Fighter 4: Use your ASI to round out your Strength and Dex because odd numbers make PCs cry.

11. Barbarian 7: You gain a Feral Instinct, giving advantage on initiative checks. Also, if you were suprised you can still take your first turn as long as you rage first thing.

12. Barbarian 8: Use your next ASI to grab the Inspiring Leader feat. It’s like Rally, but free, better, and takes 10 minutes. One’s for the climactic fight against the big bad, the other’s for when your plan inevitably goes off the rails and the wizard’s one solid hit away from croaking. 

13. Barbarian 9: You now have Brutal Criticals: you can add another die to your critical hits. Unfortunately the only lancer-esque weapon you can use with one hand does d6 damage, so damage output isn’t really a huge part of this build.

14. Barbarian 10: Ancestral Guardians can now Consult the Spirits, letting you chat up your bros to cast Augury or send one of them out on a spy mission to cast Clairvoyance for free. When you cast one, you won’t be able to cast either again until after a short rest. You don’t want to look needy in front of the Spartans, after all. Your Spirit Shield also increases to blocking 3d6 damage.

15. Barbarian 11: Your rage becomes Relentless Rage, because dying is for after the battle. If you drop to 0 HP while raging, you can make a DC 10 Constitution saving throw to stay at 1 HP. Every time you use this feature, the DC increases by 5, but resets on a short rest.

16. Barbarian 12: Use another ASI to increase your Constitution. Abs mean nothing if they don’t protect the ones you love. And your internal organs.

17. Barbarian 13: You get a second die added to your brutal criticals, to make said criticals a little more brutal.

18. Barbarian 14: The Spartans finally get off their butts and become Vengeful Ancestors. Now using your spirit shield will cause the Spartans to reflect the damage they prevent back at the attacker, and that shield increases to 4d6. The Hot Gates are finally open for business! Or-closed for business? You’re good at protecting them, is the point.

19. Barbarian 15: Your rage becomes Persistant Rage, always lasting a full minute or until you choose to end it. This is great, since most of your damage won’t come from attacking, and your skills are based on other people getting hit instead of you, so they kind of run counter to Rage’s who purpose.

20. Barbarian 16: Use your last ASI to cap off your Constitution for the most health and best not-dying saves.

Pros: You have a lot of protective power thanks to your spirit shields, and plenty of health to burn through when the enemy focuses you instead. You have multiple ways to pseudo-heal your teammates if they’re in a pinch, and you have just a bit of mobility to make fights more interesting.

Cons: As stated above, your spirit abilities kind of run counter to your main barbarian abilities and each other. The first abilities you get at level three make you the most convincing target, but later levels want other players to get hit so you can use your Spirit Shield. So for a while you either need to not hit an enemy so they can hit someone else, ending your rage before you can protect them, or hit the enemy, draw them towards you, and not be able to use the shield. Aside from that, you also have relatively low damage output, with only a spear to attack with and a very conditional shield attack late into the game. For most of the game you’ll also have no magic damage whatsoever, so high levle enemies can be a pain. Finally, your combat abilities are strong but you have very weak saves, so evil bards can have a field day. Just try to stay away from ghosts and focus on your blocking and you’ll be fine.

Could I please request list 1 prompt 5, 6 with Yena (Iz*one) maybe along the lines of R and Yena don't really get along and then R messes up when practicing some charms and doesn't realize it affected anyone until she goes to a Halloween party and Yena is all over R confessing how she's always liked R. P.s LOVE y'alls writing so much!

IZ*ONE’s Yena / Halloween Prompts

5. Witch!AU (of your choice) + 6. Person A accidentally charms Person B and now has to figure out how to reverse the spell

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A/N: Thanks for loving our writing, I hope that you enjoy!

All it had taken was one slip-up while trying to figure out how to charm your bed to be softer to completely change your life. One moment, Eunbi was whining that you were late to her Halloween party, and the next, your lifetime enemy Yena was in your arms, declaring her undying love for you.

“Uh. What’s going on?” You stood frozen as everyone stared, just as shocked as you were. That was because you had never gotten along with Yena. She had pulled a prank on you and it had been war since then, the two of you always arguing or trying to prank each other whenever you had the chance. Now, Yena, the girl who had once jumped over a couch just to argue with you, was hugging you. And she smelt like peppermint. “Is this some sort of prank?”

“What are you talking about, silly? I’m confessing to you!” She laughed loudly, right into your ear, and normally, you would have complained about how loud she was. Right now, you couldn’t even form a sentence, stuttering as your face bloomed a deep shade of red. “I’ve always liked you!” She beamed, and your legs buckled underneath you. You knew you had made a big, big mistake.

-

It took a minute for everything to settle down, but eventually, you ended up on Eunbi’s couch, trying to explain to everyone that yes, you were a witch (to the few who didn’t know already) and yes, you were pretty sure you’d accidentally charmed Yena. It was embarrassing to explain why you’d been trying to charm your bed to be softer, but eventually everyone understood that you’d tried a new charm without knowing the consequences. Now, your bed was still hard, and Yena was clinging to your arm.

“How did the charm work if you were all the way at home and Yena was already over here?” Eunbi asked, eyeing the other girl warily. Everyone was a little unnerved: it was like watching a clone of Yena. Sighing, you shook your head.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I have no idea what the spell I used even does.”

“It’s obvious that it’s mind control or something,” Chaeyeon said from the other side of the couch, gesturing to Yena. “I mean, she’d never acted like that before.”

“It could also be a truth spell,” Eunbi countered, and you felt your cheeks heat up. Trying not to look at Yena, you nervously cleared your throat.

“The point is, there are thousands of spells out there. It’s going to be hard to find the one I used, and even then, there’s no telling if I’ll be able to reverse the affects or not.”

“There’s no need to worry, you’ll get wrinkles on your beautiful face,” Yena said from beside you, touching your face and making you blush even harder as you tried to pull away. Yujin, sitting beside Eunbi on the couch, grinned widely.

“You know, the two of you actually make a really cute couple.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, embarrassed. You couldn’t let your secret crush get out, not when you had no idea what spell you’d used on Yena. “That’s not relevant.”

“Hey, where did you find this spell, anyway? You said you were using a new spell, right?” Eunbi leaned forward, quickly changing the subject before Yujin could tease you anymore. You frowned, thinking.

“Well, I got it on this website I always use to find new spells. But if it’s in there wrong, then it might not help us.”

“There’s a website for that?” Minju narrowed her eyes, confused, and Chaewon helpfully patted her girlfriend’s shoulder.

“There’s a website for everything babe.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try, right?”

“You’re right, Eunbi.” You pulled out your phone and leaned away, trying to avoid Yena’s lips. Nervously, you swallowed and typed in the website, not wanting to focus on how close her face was to yours. Right now, you had research to do. It didn’t take you long to find the spell (as you’d bookmarked it for later) so you held it up for the other girls to see. “Here it is. The softening spell.”

“Mollislevus?” Chaeyeon squinted at the word, and you turned the phone back to you.

“Mollislevis, actually,” you said, and immediately, the couch softened under you, making everyone yelp in surprise.

“Huh, well,” Yujin said, blinking as she stood up, staring at the couch in shock. “It worked that time.”

You stared at the phone, confusion written all over your face. “Wait, then if it works, how did I mess it up and end up with this?” You pointed at Yena, and she pouted at you.

“Just accept my love!”

“No!”

“Maybe you mispronounced it the first time? Think back.” Eunbi took the phone from your hands as she spoke and you closed your eyes, trying to think. What had happened earlier in your room? What had you said?

“Oh!” Yujin’s loud yell made you jump as she snatched the phone from Eunbi’s hands and scrolled down a bit before showing it to you. “Did you accidentally say this instead?” On the phone was the similar word mollisverus. You swallowed as you read the description on the spell. “A spell to make someone reveal their true love.”

“I-I might have.”

“Then it’s like a truth serum!” The youngest girl grinned widely. “This means Yena is really in love with you!”

You immediately felt your face flush. “T-that’s-. Listen, we need to find a way to reverse this. This doesn’t seem right.”

“It’s just making her tell the truth. And plus, it’s kind of cute to watch, I’ve never seen her like this.” Chaeyeon pointed at Yena, who pouted again. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that we need to get her back to normal.” With a huff, your face still red, you took your phone back from Yujin and tapped on the spell, going to the information page. “It has to be here somewhere….”

“We’ll give you guys some privacy,” Eunbi suddenly said, standing up and brushing off her costume. She was obvious and couldn’t lie, so you knew as soon as she smiled what she was planning.

“Eunbi….”

“Have fun!” And with that, all the girls disappeared into the other rooms, leaving you alone with Yena. Sighing, you shook your head and went back to reading through the information, your mind racing. You’d had a crush on Yena for years. At some point during the rivalry, you’d started to notice how pretty she was, and how infectious her smile was, and how much you liked her laugh. It was weird, to start falling for an enemy, and you’d decided to just push the feelings down because they’d never come to anything. But now, here you were, with Yena right beside you, apparently telling you the truth: that she liked you too.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?” You were too nervous to look over at her, keeping your eyes glued to your screen.

“Do you hate me?” Oh god, you needed to find this reversal spell fast.

“No. Why do you say that?”

“Because you haven’t said that you liked me back once.” Her voice sounded sad, and you swallowed, still unable to look at her.

“That has… nothing to do with hating or liking you.”

“Then what is it?”

Thankfully, you didn’t have to answer. Your eyes landed on the reversal spell and you let out a sigh of relief, sitting up straight and mouthing it to yourself before finally turning to look at Yena. It was a bit of a mistake, because she looked adorable and made your heart race, but you pushed through it.

“Veritatereditus.”

Yena froze. Blinked. Then looked down at her arms around yours and let out a suprised squeak, jumping back. “W-what the heck? (Y/N)?”

“Um.” You knew you were blushing as you cleared your throat. “Hello.”

“When did you get here? What’s going on?”

This was going to be a pain to explain. “So, it’s a long story. But basically, I messed up on a spell and ended up putting you into some sort of trance.”

“Hey! What the heck?” Yena looked down at her hands, eyes wide. “Did you turn me into a cat or something? Because that’s totally not cool!”

“I didn’t. Actually, uh, I accidentally put a spell on you that made you reveal your true love.” You said it quickly, like ripping off a bandage, and watched with bated breath as a range of emotions went across her face. At first, she seemed confused, eyebrows knitted together, but then her eyes started to widen and her mouth dropped open. Her cheeks flushed and she moved her mouth like she was trying to find words, but couldn’t, shocked speechless.

“What?” She finally said, gripping at the couch.

“You revealed your true love.” You knew you were blushing just as much as she was, and you kind of wanted to run out of the room. But you knew Eunbi would never forgive you if you did that, so you stayed put as Yena swallowed nervously.

“D-did I? What did I say?” She asked you quietly, like she was almost afraid to hear the answer.

“That you liked me. That you’ve always liked me.”

“Oh.” She let out a groan and buried her face in her hands. “I can’t believe this, I’m so sorry, I don’t know-.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

She looked up at you. “What?”

Clearing your throat, you twisted your hands together. You couldn’t believe that you were about to say this, but…. “Don’t be sorry. Because I like you too.”

“You… You do?”

“Yeah. And I have for a while.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you sat staring at each other for a moment before she let out a laugh of disbelief. “Oh my god. I can’t believe that this entire time we’ve been fighting, we’ve liked each other. We’re idiots.”

Usually, you’d argue with her. But this time, you just laughed as well, nerves finally beginning to face away. “Yeah, no kidding.”

“I’m still annoyed that you cast a spell on me, though.”

“Sorry about that….”

She grinned, and your heart jumped into your throat as she raised her eyebrows. You knew what this meant. “I have a way you can repay me though.”

With your heart pounding in your chest, you found yourself smiling too. All it had taken was a spell to change your life. But you wouldn’t say that it was a bad thing.

“And how’s that?”

“Kiss me.”

What are the odds? (Part 2)

Pairing: reader x Izzy Stradlin

Word count: 2154

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“It’s late, hurry up!” Y/F/N shouted through the closed bathroom door. After you came home from the record store you fell asleep in front of the TV. You only woke up when Y/F/N shook your shoulder, telling you in an annoyed tone to get ready since it was less than an hour until it’s time to leave if you want to get in the club on time to see the band play.

You hated being in a hurry because you instantly became a mess. You almost slipped at the bathtub.

Stepping out of the shower you glanced down to your legs. “Fuck, I’m dumb.” You got back in the shower since you forgot to shave your legs.

By the time you got out of the shower for the second time you had about half an hour to dry your hair, apply makeup and get dressed.

The next minutes until you were ready were mostly running through the apartment doing several things at once.

Wearing a tight black short skirt with a black lacey top and your favourite heels you felt comfortable but sexy. The leather of the skirt hugged your curves perfectly and the top had just enough clevage not to look like you were desperetly trying to get laid. Calling out for your friend you grabbed your purse and headed out down the street.

The Troubadour was packed with young people. After all it was a friday night, everyone was out having fun. The clubs were everyone’s go-to destination on a weekend night.

You saw the flyer on your way through the entrance and it said the band is Guns N Roses. The guys themselves didn’t look bad in the photo so you got a bit excited to see them.

By the time you got in, the band was already playing.

The music was loud and their energy filled up the entire place. You had to admit they were really good. Grabbing Y/F/N’s hand, you made your way to the bar. You knew you could have fun without alcohol but you also knew booze made it so much better.

“Four shots of vodka, please.” you told the bartender slightly annoyed by the amount of people around you and you could see your friend could use some liquor courage too.

After downing two shots of clear vodka, you knew the night was about to get started.

Pushing your way through the crowd you made it all the way to the front of the stage. Firstly you saw the singer. A red-haired guy with a lean body and unique voice. Next to him was a guitarist with a mass of curly black hair and you couldn’t really make out his face since it was covered with hair and a huge hat. Next to him was a tall blonde bassist and behind him another blonde guy who was bouncing happily while playing the drums. There was another guy, a rhythm guitarist, you assumed. Black long hair, slim body and you could swear you’ve seen those boots he was wearing already.

While the show was unraveling you noticed the ginger guy glancing at your friend’s direction quite a few times. She noticed it too and by the time they were done playing she was determinted to get to know him better after the show.

Struggling your way back to the bar you ordered another four shots of vodka, two for you and two for Y/F/N. The bar was the center of attention for most of people in the club since the show has ended and there was nothing to do except to drink. Knowing it might take a while, you started a discussion with your friend about the band. She desperatly wanted to know which one of them you liked the most. Just as you were about to answer her, a voice you found familiar spoke next to you.

“Can I buy you ladies something to drink?” Y/F/N’s eyes went wide and you knew who it was before even turning around. It was the band’s singer.

“We actually just ordered but we most absolutely wouldn’tbsay no to another drink.” Now it was your turn for your eyes to go wide since your usually not so talkative friend obviously got really outgoing tonight. He just smiled and told the bartender to get you all three Jack Daniels’.

“I’m Axl by the way.” He offered his hand to both of you and you shook it, telling him your names. His smile went wider as he got to shake your friend’s hand.

The bartender gave you your drinks suprisingly quickly and you downed your drinks in a matter of minutes.

You started to like Axl as a person and there was no doubt your friend did too so you two didn’t even hesitate when he asked if you wanted to join him backstage where all his bandmates are.

Walking behind him as he was leading you backstage you saw some jelous looks being serwed to you and your friend but you didn’t mind at all.

“Okay so I have to warn you there’s probably chaos in there by now,” the ginger told us before opening the door to a room. There were two couches in and four guys. They all looked curiously at you and you could tell by the smirk on the curly haired guy’s face, he liked you. You smiled right back at him. They all said something in the lines of “Hey”. You sat down beside the short blonde and the curly-haired guy. Y/F/N sat down across from you next to the bassist and Axl. The black haired guy was sitting on the floor next to Axl’s legs. He raised his head and met eyes with yours. Narrowing his gaze he half jokingly said: “Oh, you’re the girl who sent my booze flying earlier in the day.”

That’s when it clicked why he looked so familiar. “Oh and you’re the fucker who called me a bitch, huh?” In your drunkenly state you weren’t really angry but you absolutely made it clear to him that’s not how you talk to a woman.

He seemed unimpressed by your reply and he wasn’t planning on apologising as you could tell. Fine. You just realised he’s a total ass and you could tell you two are not gonna get along very well.

After all of them introduced to you, you were sharing a bottle of Jack with Slash. He was pretty drunk already but so were you.

Throughout the night you noticed Izzy looking your way many times. You wondered what his problem was but on the other side you didn’t really care.

“Wanna go to my dressing room?” Slash asked and your intoxicated brain agreed. When you stood up, that was when you started doubting your decision. The room was spinning and you felt yourself being grabbed by someone’s hands. As you turned your head you saw Izzy holding you by your arms so you could steady yourself.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go with Slash right now. You can’t even stand.” You noticed his voice sounded almost concerned.

“I’m going with him.” You slurred, not being able to talk properly anymore. Shit, where did it get so bad?

“Maan just let her go,” slurred Slash, leaning on to the wall. He was just as shitfaced as you were but Izzy knew he’ll be okay. However he was not sure about you.

“No, you ain’t.” Izzy took your hand and sat you back down. You were trying to stand back up but there was no way you’d succeed in doing so.

He went and talked to Y/F/N for a bit and when he came back to where you were sitting he told you he was taking you home. At that point you weren’t fighting back anymore since the feeling of sickness washed over you. Hoping you wouldn’t throw up you let Izzy drag you thowards his car outside of the club.

Somehow you made it to the car without him dropping you and you falling. You were suprised how strong he was considering his skinny figure and you being only about two inches shorter than him.

As he sat you down at the passenger seat he met your eyes and for a moment only stared at you. “Like what you see huhh?” your voice echoed in your head and you knew you slurred-mumbled a good portion of what you just said.

“For fucks sake,” you heard him say while sighing and closing the door. After a few seconds as he went around the car, he opened his door and sat behind the steering wheel.

“Are you gonna be able to tell me where you live or am I too optimistic?” You could tell he was getting annoyed.

“What if you rob and kill me if I tell you?” You were trying to speak clearly but you didn’t know if it was working.

“So you are able to tell me?” He didn’t even care about your bullshitting.

“Yuuup. Just down the street and I’ll tell you when to stop.” You hoped he understood you but honestly you weren’t sure if you even care if he just decides to kick you out of the car.

After a few minutes you realised you were getting close. A few more seconds and you’ll be there.

“Stooop!” Your shout suprised him and he hit the breaks hard. Thankfully you were buckled up and if you weren’t you were pretty sure you’d smash your head on the frame.

“You know you could tell me sooner.” He got out of the car and seconds later the door on your side opened.

Izzy bowed down, took your arm and put it around his shoulders. He then put his hand on your waist and helped you out of the car. Stumbling up a few steps to your front door, you finally reached it. When Izzy saw you’re having trouble looking for your keys, he started to feel through your pockets and your purse. He found the keys and unlocked the door.

He sat you down on your couch and went in the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

“You have to drink it all, c’mon,” he told you, handing you a full glass. You did as he said.

About half an hour and about 5 glasses of water later you finally started to feel a bit better. You now could talk without slurring the words but you still felt sick.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Izzy again helped you up and you told him where the bathroom is. You got there just in time. You kneeled next to the toilet and started vomiting. A thought crossed your mind how it was funny that a guy who you despised and he despised you was now standing in your bathroom, holding your hair out of your face while you were emptying your stomach out.

It took you quite some time to clean yourself up, wash your hands and face and to empty your bladder after you were done throwing up. Izzy left you alone in the bathroom for that but he kept the door slightly open, just in case you fell or needed help.

Still light-headed and dizzy you stumbled to your bedroom. Izzy followed you closely and offered to help you but you declined. Not thinking about being inappropriate, you shimmied out of your skirt and took off you top, searching for a comfortable T-shirt in a closet. Izzy didn’t say a word but he did turn to face the wall to give you some privacy.

“I’m done, you can look.” You teased him a little. He turned around and helped you get to bed. After making sure you were gonna be okay he got you another glass of water on the nightstand.

“I’m gonna lock the door on my way out and give the keys to your friend since she’s most likely gonna spend the night at Axl’s room.”

“Okay.” You looked at him and only then you noticed how his black hair fell perfectly around his long face and how his lips moved when he talked. It was hard to admit to yourself but he was pretty hot.

“I’m gonna go now and you try to fall asleep okay?” His voice was soft and at the same time kind of raspy.

“Okay.” You gave him a small smile and he turned around to leave.

“Hey...thank you.” You stopped him before he could close your door.

“Yeah... goodnight Y/N.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

“Goodnight Izzy.” Your eyes met his one last time before he closed the door and left.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep but frankly, you couldn’t get Izzy out of your head.

The Night We Met (Castiel x Reader)

A/N: this is my first imagine on here so don’t criticize it too much lol

Title: The Night We Met 

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: None

Sumarry: Cas and the reader have been together for a long time when he suddenly disappears with Lucifer’s bby mama. The reader is finally reunited with him, only to lose him again. Based on 12x23.

“I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.”

“Dean?”

His voice. That was the first time in weeks that you’ve heard it. It didn’t even bother you that he called out the eldest Winchester’s name instead of yours.

Then you saw him.

You could feel the relief of seeing him alive and standing run through you. It was enough to knock the wind out of you.

Mary’s hand grip your arm, almost like she knew that you could fall at any second.

Your heart pounded harshly against your chest. All you wanted to do was hug him and never let go. Yet you couldn’t let go of how uneasy he has made you feel these past couple of weeks. Never knowing if he was alive or dead sure as hell took a toll on you.

You kept a straight face as Sammy asked him if the cabin was warded.

His eyes fell on you as he answered the youngest brother’s question. Though you forced yourself to look away, scoffing as you did so.

After the long explanation to your boyfriend that Lucifer was not in his cage and most likely on his way, the pair of hunters left you alone. They knew you had to talk to the angel.

“Y/N..” Cas stated slowly as you were finally left alone.

You didn’t waste any time walking up to him. You half expected yourself to give into his baby blue eyes and lunge into his arms. But you certainly didn’t.

Slap.

The sound echoed through the small cabin and you were absolutely sure everyone had heard. As much as you missed him, you were badly hurt.

Hurt and angry.

“I know you’re hurt—”

“Do you really, Castiel?” You snapped back, shaking your head at the angel. You couldn’t help but back away from him, ignoring the hurt that crossed his eyes.

“Y/N, you have to understand, this baby—”

A dry laugh fell from your lips, causing your boyfriend to stop in mid-sentence. He looked confused, hell, you knew he was confused. There was absolutely no humor in this conversation, so laughing was not a reaction he expected from you.

“Cas, honey, I don’t think you understand the magnitude of the situation. First of all, you left to go take care of another woman and her unborn child. Excuse me if I don’t particularly like that. Then you don’t even bother to call, the least you could’ve done was call. Do you know how hard it is not knowing if you were even alive?“ You stressed, running a hand through your hair frustratingly. “I will always support you Cas, you know I will. So what I don’t necessarily understand is why you had to cut me out, I mean, I am still your girlfriend.”

The angel frowned. He could feel the distress radiating off you. Never did he intend to get you so worked up. Stepping closer to you, he cupped your cheeks.

His blue eyes stared down at you, waiting for your reaction. Unable to help yourself, you completely melted under his touch. As much as you wanted to be mad at him, you just couldn’t. Having him back with you was all you really needed.

“Take me back to the night we met.”

You watched him lean in with a bit of hesitation, though you encouraged him by wrapping your arms around his neck. It reminded you of the time he first kissed you.

His lips touched yours gently. The kiss was sweet, your lips molding together perfectly.

“You’re still not forgiven,” You mumbled playfully as he pulled away from you. The angel grinned slightly, placing another peck on your lips.

Quickly, you pulled him back in for another kiss. You had missed his touch and you were definitely going to take advantage of having it right now.

“I love you.” The angel whispered sweetly into the kiss. His hands traveled down to your waist, pulling you in closer.

Before you could answer, someone cleared their throat bringing you both apart. You were clearly irritated as you turned to look at the brothers. And if it wasn’t for Castiel’s encouraging squeeze on your hips, you would’ve certainly ripped the Winchesters’ heads off. Even though you knew that now was not the best time to be making out with your boyfriend.

You intertwined your hands with his. You knew it was probably a good idea for you to stay here with Mary and Kelly, incase Lucifer did arrive. But the idea was from in the back of your mind, you weren’t about to be seperated from Cas again.

After learning about the alternate universe, to say you were stunned would be an understatement. I guess it shouldn’t be quite a suprise since the lore says that when a nephilim is about to be born, a lot of bizarre crap tends to happen.

 The wait for Lucifer turned out to be much longer than expected. At least it was long enough for a plan to form, thanks to Crowley.

You stayed in the cabin, anxiously twirling an angel blade in your hands. You had agreed with the boys to stay in here as a second line of defense, just in case the plan didn’t go as planned.

You could hear them talking outside and you wanted nothing more than to step out and fight with them. You couldn’t bare the thought alone of them fighting with the devil.

“I don’t know what I´m suppose to do, haunted by the ghost of you.”

The minutes ticked by unbarebly slow. Unable to wait around any longer, you stepped outside. Sam and Dean were standing up from the ground, neither Cas, Lucifer or Crowley to be seen.

“Where’s Cas?” You called out to the Winchesters, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. 

Almost as if he had heard you, Cas stepped through the portal. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you started walking towards him, his eyes meeting yours almost instantly. 

“Cas,” Sam greeted the angel, panting slightly.

It wasn’t a second later when you saw the blade go through his chest. A silent scream fell from your lips as you watched your lover light up. 

“No!” Dean yelled right after.

It felt like your heart had been ripped right out of your chest. Your knees buckled beneath you and you fell to the ground, right beside Dean. 

His body thudded to the floor, revealing a very smugged archangel. Tears clouded your vision. You slowly crawled over to his body, not caring that you were putting your life in danger. The devil might as well kill you too, seeing as he had just ripped out your heart.

“That was fun.” The archangel announced, watching as you tried to get to your fallen lover. “Sorry Y/N, it’s only fair, he tried to kill me first.”

You glared up at him, getting ready to lunge at him. Though a pair of arms wrapped around your waist prevented you from doing so, instead they pulled you back towards them.

“Seriously, guys, points for trying. Super impressed, but playtime’s over.” Lucifer continued. 

The anger that filled you was just as much as the grief. You wanted nothing more to punch that smug smirk right off his face. But as long as Dean had his arms around you, you knew you weren’t going to be able to.

“Get away from them.” Mary stated as she walked up to all of you.

You couldn’t help but tune out the rest of their conversation. Your eyes teared up once again as they scanned Castiel’s lifeless face. It was only when Dean pushed you out the way when you were snapped back into reality.

You gasped lightly as you watched Mary and Lucifer fall back into the portal before it closed. Your heart ached even more at the loss.

You walked over to Cas, once again dropping to your knees. 

“Cas,” You whispered gently, placing a hand on his cheek. The tears began to come out faster, your breathing picking up. 

It didn’t take much before you were full on sobbing. Your body shaking as you rested your head on his chest. 

You didn’t even notice when Dean walked up to you, also feeling the loss of his best friend. When he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, it only made you cry harder.

“He was just here, he was just here.” You cried out, stuttering over your words. All you could really think about was how you were just in his arms, kissing him, only hours before.

Now he was gone.

A/N: Gif isn’t mine, full credits to the owner! Well this is it. My first imagine! I hope you guys like it. I think I´ll definitely be writing a second part to this. Let me know what you think.

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Well hello there! (Part 3 of 2)

Dont question the 3 of 2 just roll with it This is longer then originally planned so buckle the fek up. So after the birthday the next time we saw eachother was the next thursday I believe, it being 4/20 on said thursday meant we wanted to have a smokeup, after work I met with her and to my suprise she bought out my best college freind and his best guy freind who i got along very well with and hes too pure for this world. Anyway we go out to the same hill we've been going too for the past 2 weeks and we sit down, bust out the bong and the product. This is where the first cracks were showing in our relationship, I cant remember what she spilled near her ass (wearing daisy dukes ok) but when she did she turned around and got my college freind to lick it off, obviously I was like fuck off no im not letting you so the pure kid (is what he'll be reffered to from now on as) gave me tissues, told my college freind to fuck off and let me clean it, grabbed her by the leg and wiped it off, obviously she didnt see anything wrong with letting her ex lick whatever off her ass with the guy she'd currently seeing sitting right next to her Oh yeah did I mention my college freind and her were dating before I came into the picture Admittedly I got with her 2 weeks after their breakup but he dumped her not the other way around so theirs no way he can be triggered about that because he ended it with her. Anyway the day goes on and I writhe in quiet anger again as I see her prancing about without a fucking care in the world while shes making me question all of my emotions, her attitude towards me changed so fast. Im gonna fast forward here and get to the breakup, this is the night I also planned to ask her to like officially be my girlfreind which is cool except from the fact that the breakup happened this night so its quite sad actually ,so I had a party at mine right in my garden and I invited some of my mates and her and some of her mates which i get along with as said before So everyones arrived and the partys barely started, we all walk over the field next to my house and sit down on some big ass old tire to smoke some ganja, i cant remember if somebody caused her to say this or she said it herself but she fucking whispered in my ear "we're not together by the way" and I just remember my heart just dropping, it was horrible, so of course this made me silent for the rest of the night and just ruined the whole night, week, month whatever the fuck anyway. Despite saying that she always sat on my lap and was close to me so I dont know what the fuck she wanted, but lets get to the good bit. So when it was time for her and her freinds to get the last bus out, her best mate asked me to go to the fc shop and grab a nibble, while we were doing that she sits down, hugging my best mate (the one i walked back from southend with the first night I got with her) and tries to fucking make out with him, remember by this point she still hadnt explicitly said "no, this relationship is over" so from my point of view she tries to get with my best freind not even after she breaks up with me? Yeah that made me feel well good lemme tell yah That conversation we had that night, was painful, she tried to get me with another one of her mates before even saying the relationships over so that hurt just more and more. When she said it wont work out I just stared at the message for a good minute processing how fucked up she was, why did she break up with me in such a cruel manner, i didnt do anything to her, i didnt understand and this was my first experience with a relationship so it just hurt so much more. Im so glad my best freind pushed away her kiss because of me, thats how you know who your true freinds are but then again I decided to stay freinds with her because i was holding onto some stupid hope something might have happened bwtween us and I also really like all her freinds so that meant she could still keep talking to my best freind Everytime we went out after she wasnt with me, she was with him and it was tearing me apart to see them get closer and closer just like how I did. But thats nothing in comparison to the actions of one fat ball of shit and his plaything. Part 4 will conclude this god damn masterpiece. Stay beautiful.