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If Tai Lung came back for a redemption arc and joins the team:
Tai Lung annoyed: Tigress isn’t answering my messages.
Po taking out his phone: Allow me.
Tai Lung doubtful(doesn't know Po and Tigress are together): She's my little sister I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-
Tigress voice sounds happy: *replying to Po's call* Hello Po, what's wrong?
#incorrect quotes#movies#cartoons#kung fu panda#kung fu panda 2#kung fu panda 3#kung fu panda 4#if tai lung comes back and tigress can't kill him#She'll be petty and ignore him#they're finally acting like siblings#imagine tai lungs face when he finds out tipo are together#tai lung:your dating my sister!#Po: yeah and if you have a problem with it tigress would be so happy to get to watch this time me kicking your ass#Po: literally she'll sell tickets and the rest of the five will have front row seats#tai lung#master tigress#master po#tipo#kfp tipo#tigress x po
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Hello, I hope your doing well and I love your work. I was wondering if reader and CheatingDilf!Izuku would renew their vows after a while, and how everyone will react when they do so, feel free to ignore this.
Hello lovey!! I am doing well, it's just BLOODY COLD DOWN HERE UNDER THE EQUATOR AND I HATE IT but I'm well. I hope you are too, beautiful<3
RENEWING VOWS
I personally do think that reader and CheatingDilf!Izuku/ Paralysed Izuku (lets remember this man fractured his spine for us), would definitely renew their vows. Just not instantly. Probably two years into the future.
I think when they went to one of their trips in Okinawa, they decided that they wanted to do it. Cause it's important mostly to Izuku but when reader hears that he wants to do it, it does touch her heart and gives it a squeeze.
At first the boys find it rather romantic and cute (although they would never admit to that). They support it hundred percent and even try and invite all your friends to convince them to come when it happens.
Toshinori, however is a bit sceptical. A reminder that this boy is the only one among his brothers that know that something transpired between you and Izuku (and probably knows now from hearing it from Kane who heard it from probably a drunken Katsuki that Izuku cheated at some point), but he's seventeen at this point and he really only cares enough to ask you how you think.
"Mom, are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, standing with you in the kitchen, taking out the muffins you both made. It was a weekend from UA and Toshinori was back at home, although for two days, it was still nice to have him.
You chuckled. "Your father had the idea and I think it's kind of wonderful." You expressed as you started taking out one muffin at a time, putting them on a rack to cool down.
"But.." He let out a sigh, his eyebrows furrowed as he put his hands on the counter in front of him. "Are you sure? After everything that he did, are you sure you want to do this?"
You paused at the question. Your eyes flicked to your son. You knew that he knew even though he didn't tell you. At one point he seemed to act cold again to his father but that seemingly went away when you asked him why he was angry. You knew that he knew, you could see it in his eyes. Although he loved his father till the ends of the earth, you could see that the blissful little boy you once knew was long gone.
You gave him a gentle smile. "Your father has given me no reason to think otherwise, right now."
Toshinori eased. He trusted your judgement, no matter what it was. He sighed and nodded. "Okay. But as long as you know that if he does anything else to upset you, I'm taking away his wheelchair."
"Toshinori!" You said with a gasp as you turned to look at him.
He seemed unbother as he let out a tsk. "He should try hurting you while crawling."
(moral of the story with this one, like father like son. petty as shit)
Mina is still grappling with the fact that we aren't hating Izuku anymore and him hurting his back is penitence enough. She'll still threaten to take you and the kids away every now and then to keep him in his place, and Hanta doesn't stop her. Hanta does however, think its a good idea for the both of you. A reset, if you will.
Your friends are all pretty supportive, of course with two people not being invited.
So its a small get together (as small as such get togethers with such a big friend group can be). Its something you honestly are taking as the day goes on. But Izuku takes it DEATHLY seriously. And you don't realise how seriously until you notice him, standing for the day.
The sight of your husband standing, by himself, just for you, is enough to make you teary eyed. Of course, with some assistance being leg braces that seemed pretty sturdy enough and alligned with his spine so that he could sort of walk by himself (don't we love technology).
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Valorant Agents Being Jealous
Pairing: Yoru, Sova, Phoenix, Viper, Reyna, Fade, Chamber, Skye, Jett, Harobor x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, protectiveness, jealousy, public display of affection, hickies, possessiveness
A/N: More Valorant fluff, been falling deeper into this rabbit hole lately.
Yoru is pretty much a sweetheart but he keeps up his bad boy persona a lot. He doesn't get jealous over random people but he does get a little jealous when people hover around you a lot, that's when he gets really protective. With his tough guy persona it's really easy to scare people off so there's never any need for him to get threatening.
Sova has the kind of attitude which always has him watching you like a hawk, or owl as is his name. He will gets flustered easily mind you but if he gets jealous, if he sees that there's someone hitting on you while he's made it clear that you're together his eyes will turn from shining with joy to cold as ice in a split second.
Phoenix is very openly affectionate and in general not a jealous guy. If there's someone flirting with you he'll casually walk up to you, wrap his arm around you and call you babe, a happy smile on his face all the while. He won't get angry over others flirting with you unless they're being pushy, otherwise he's just happy to show off how good the two of you are together.
Viper is someone you really don't want to make jealous. She makes it very clear when she doesn't like others staring at you. Her jealous side is something that she's trying to rein in a little because she knows that you'd never go after someone else, but at the same time she's seen how people look at you, almost like she does but with none of the love, all lust. She will stare right into the person she's jealous off while she hold you against her and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
Reyna deals with jealousy by making the other person more jealous. She'll pull you against her, into her lap, kiss your lips, your neck, leave her lipstick all over you as a mark. She will make you squirm and make sure everyone sees it, who you're with, who you belong to. It's something she gets a real thrill out of.
Fade is extremely protective over you and that can and has mixed with jealousy at times. She thinks it's a little petty but she has used her fear powers before on people who blatantly ignored that you walked in with her and thought they could steal you from her. She doesn't resort to her powers if her presence alone can do the trick, when it can't it's time for a few nightmares.
Chamber can be one jealous man. He's not hiding it either, would never dream of it. He's very openly affectionate with you, especially around those he's jealous of. Not easy to calm down either, not when he can see the look in other people's eyes, the looks that he gives you, that only he should give you. Tries to handle things quietly and behind the scenes, he doesn't want to cause trouble in public.
Skye denies being jealous. It's very obvious when she is because that's when she gets extra protective and extra snuggly when she has you all to herself. Easily embarrassed about it as well but because of her big, imposing frame all she's ever had to do was walk up to you and let you give her a kiss and she's as happy as can be while watching whoever she's jealous of get bashful and walk away.
Jett would never let her jealousy show in public because she knows it would open her for a lot of teasing from the other Agents. Instead she handles it in private with you, letting you know that she trusts you, with her life in fact, but not the people who were so blatantly flirting with you all night. Blushes when you point out that she was the one flirting the most and the one who whisked you away in the middle of a conversation to slow dance with you. She's not as sneaky as she thought.
Harbor is more protective then he is jealous. As someone who travels a lot of course he knows you talk to a lot of people but that's why when he leaves he makes sure to leave lots of hickies on your neck that will stay for days. He does this when you're out in public sometimes as well, in his mind there's no bad time to express his love and devotion for you. It's just a bonus if someone sees and takes the hint to keep walking.
#valorant#valorant x reader#valorant fluff#yoru x reader#sova x reader#phoenix x reader#viper x reader#reyna x reader#fade x reader#chamber x reader#skye x reader#jett x reader#harbor x reader
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Divine Inconvenience - By Popcorn (7.5/10)
Two yanderes. Two victims. Godly bodily possession. A lost Goddess. Marriage. Breakups. Petty jealousy. This is a messy mess. The characters are flat, but if you like drama you'll get a laugh or two out of this.
Elizabeth is the most beautiful single noblewoman around. As soon as she is of courting age the fourth prince scoops her out of the dating pool. It's like a fairy tale. He's way above her in status, but she's gorgeous. She's so irresistible...
He dumps her after a week. Four more men date her. They dump her after a week. She starts to panic. Elizabeth becomes a target for bullying. Everybody starts to think there's an issue with her personality. How are all these men unable to last more than a week with the loveliest lady up for grabs???
It's bad luck. The God of Luck, Malfeus, has been messing up her dates. He's been interfering big time. He watches Elizabeth all day, and he ignores his other believers. Rampaging horses. Bad dreams. Falling rocks. Sprained ankles. He hits her dates with every curse he can cast, and he always sends signs to them about Elizabeth. He drops hints that they will be spared if they stop courting her.
The God of War thinks Malfeus is pathetic and he's right. He constantly screams at Malfeus, because he needs to do his duties. It's insane that he spends all day torturing Elizabeth. It's downright shameful. He is actively ruining her life. Most of the nobles around her think she's cursed now. She has trouble making friends, and she needs to marry for her family. If she runs out of bachelors she'll end her life as a penniless widow! That's really bad for a noble woman. Also the bullying sucks.
Why the hell is an immortal God tormenting a young girl????
Well, Elizabeth was a Goddess before. She got banished because she pissed off the High God. Her existence was erased and she was sent down to live a short life as a human. She was born gorgeous, in a noble family, because she still has a tiny hint of Goddess in her. She was supposed to live a blessed life. Malfeus is literally the only reason why she's suffering...he sucks so much it's unreal. Malfeus didn't even love her when she was a Goddess. He was a womanizer??? He's a horrible yandere.
Elizabeth tries to date a knight, because she does run out of noble men. Malfeus...does the most horrible things to this poor man. This defenseless human man, with no special powers. Also, this knight works at HIS TEMPLE. This knight is one of HIS LOYAL FOLLOWERS. Malfeus torments him anyway, because he is that insanely jealous.
Duke Vanderbild. A man blessed by The War God. A man more handsome and skilled than the prince. Malfeus possesses him, so he can interact with Elizabeth. Elizabeth falls in love with Vanderbild. Malfeus, ironically, starts their relationship and friendship. Vanderbild is an extremely reasonable and practical man when he isn't possessed by Malfeus. It's very sweet when she falls for his true self.
Rumors explode.
Elizabeth and Vanderbild are seen together after Elizabeth "messes with" the prince and other men. A conspiracy theory erupts. Elizabeth was a honey pot, who dated around to get information for her real fiance. Duke Vanderbild. Vanderbild and Elizabeth are completely innocent. Malfeus caused this whole misunderstanding. Now everybody thinks Elizabeth was purposefully poisoning Vanderbild's enemies with bad luck.
Eat shit Malfeus....
Also the prince is a yandere. He really wanted to marry Elizabeth, and now he thinks she scammed him. He's also very insecure, because he knows Vanderbild is more capable than him. That makes the royal family look weaker. He thinks Vanderbild and Elizabeth conspired to treat him like a joke.
He plants spies near Elizabeth, waiting for the opportunity to punish her for choosing Vanderbild.
I want Elizabeth to temporarily get her Goddess powers back for a day. Then I want her to punch Malfeus in the face until he realizes he isn't worthy of looking at her. He is a bloody, brutal yandere...but he's also hilariously pathetic. I do not want her to forgive him. After her epic beat down I want her to peacefully marry Vanderbild, with the God of War's blessing.
Great yandere villain does not equal great yandere love interest.
Team Vanderbild all the way!!!!!
#yandere#male yandere#yandere male#yandere boy#recommendations#recs#rec#recommended#webtoon#otome#otome isekai
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AITA for being truthful with my husband's coworker?
I (23f) have a husband (25m) who is very close with his coworkers. They come over to our house a lot for DND, holidays, etc.
One of his coworkers, N (27m) and I were close. N is very charismatic and flirts with EVERYONE. My husband legitimately did not care, I've even showed him me and N's texts before which look the same as my husband and N's- yes some flirting but nothing actually serious. Most of it is joking
Well, N started dating someone they all work with, J. I had never met J, I have 0 clue her age. The first time we met, I tried to be inviting as there isn't a lot of girls around except those of us that are married or who already are coworkers. She seemed shy, maybe a bit socially awkward.
Then the second time, I caught her pointing at me and whispering to her best guy friend and they both started laughing. It felt like I was in high school, but I ignored it. N had been out of the room. This was at MY house.
We've met a handful of times since, and by a handful I mean literally 5 times. Every time she does not say a word to me. I've tried talking to her and she'll blankly stare at me. So I've stopped. If she doesn't want to be friends that is her choice.
Except my husband caught her vagueposting about me on social media. N doesn't have social media fyi. She basically posted the exact outfit I was wearing, something that happened, and then put "what a dumb situation caused by someone stupid, but at least the outfit was cute". She also replied to a comment saying i was flirting with her man and a homewrecker, which is why I brought up how N is because he is like that with EVERYONE. So I haven't liked her since because, sure she can be upset with N and me joking and "flirting" even if N is like that with every coworker and even my husband, but to post about me and call me stupid just seemed petty and rude
I asked N if she was uncomfortable with our interactions, because J had me blocked on social media and I couldn't ask her, and N said she shouldn't be because he treats me no different then anyone else.
Well, any group hang outs she doesn't come to. There is always an excuse, and I dont even want to invite her because of what she said about me. Except for DND which I am not a part of (I do enjoy it, but the way they play is so fast paced and im dyslexic and not good at math, I have a better time watching then playing so I do other things while they play, it also gives my husband time to enjoy a hobby he likes alone). Anytime J is over for DND she ignores me or whispers to her guy friend when I'm around. N is still N, flirting with everyone (me, my husband, the guy who plays an orc, J, etc.). I dont even think he is intentionally flirting i think he is just very charismatic and some stuff he says can be taken that way
Well most recently N invited us to his house so me and my husband went. J came home started talking to everyone there and then saw us and went to her room (N, J, and two other people live together). She didn't come back out the entire time me and my husband were there, but I found out later she came out once we were gone.
N texted me asking my opinion of J. I was truthful and said, and I quote "Well she seems smart and she is pretty, but I don't really know her. I don't think she likes me, which to each their own. I wish she was a bit more polite about things when she is at my house. Cant really speak on someone i dont know except that shes a bit cold and not who i had thought you would be with.. Otherwise, as long as your happy, what does my opinion matter?" To which N replied "so you have a bigger opinion" and then blocked me.
My husband agrees with me but N is his best friend, they haven't discussed it at work. I have seen J recently, we ran into each other at a store, and she called me a bitch (I guess N told her what I said). AITA?
What are these acronyms?
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Should Have Picked Up The Phone |So-Mun|
Sorry this is short
I strolled around the neighborhood shivering at the low temperature. I was originally supposed to be on a date with my boyfriend but he never showed up. Recently he's been canceling dates or leaving me hanging like a fool. All of the pity looks thrown my way by others makes it 10x worse. My mind always makes me wonder if he wants to break up and it makes my heart shatter. I can't help but think of what I did wrong if he doesn't like me anymore. He always says it's because his grandma wandered off again which is valid. I've seen her try to leave and even helped him before but that excuse is getting old. At this point, I wouldn't mind just hanging out at his place if that's the only time I could see him. I haven't seen him in days and even then it's a brief conversation. I walked down the street to my house and saw a man with a hoodie stopped at my door. I quickly hid behind the big dumpster ignoring the awful smell.
"Hello?" I heard the man say as he knocked on my door. "You dropped your ID card so I figured you would want it back."
I scrambled through my bag and looked in my wallet to see if I had actually dropped it but seeing my ID in my bag confused me. Why would he lie about that? I decided it wasn't safe for me to be around here so I quietly and quickly ran away praying I wouldn't trip over my heels. I ran for a good 10 minutes not caring about how much pain my legs and feet were in. I hunched over both of my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath. I looked around and saw I ended up near the park.
"Mun's house isn't far from here maybe he'll be there," I said to myself my breath still shaky.
I grabbed my phone from my purse and made my way to his house. Even if he wasn't home I would be able to lend a hand to his grandparents. I pushed his contact and let the phone ring but he didn't pick up. I called him a few more times scared and upset about everything.
"Come on pick up pick up" I continued to walk but felt like someone was watching me the whole time. This made me call him more and more. I started to speed walk getting closer and closer to his house calling and calling. I hit the call button one last time before having someone grab me from behind. I dropped my phone struggling against the person who grabbed me. The call went directly to voicemail.
"Mun, shouldn't you answer your phone?" Hana said as she walked over to him. "I think you've trained enough today."
"Who was calling?" He asked stepping away from the punching bag and wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Y/n" Hana handed him his phone.
Mun groaned as he took the phone from her hand. "I forgot we had a date tonight"
"Again?" She said.
"She'll understand"
"How would she just understand?"
"I'll just say what I usually do, something came up with my grandparents"
"Shouldn't you just find time? Or take a break for a day" Hana crossed her arms.
"Evil spirits don't take breaks" He argued. "And with everything going on right now I can't afford to fall back"
"You're not the only counter, you can take a day off," Hana said. "Your not alone"
"I'm just nervous Cheong Shin will do something while I'm taking a break," Mun said as his phone vibrated with a text message.
Alternate:
"Call her back quickly," Hana said. "The nights not fully over"
"I-fine I call her back," He said as he called you back but came back with no answer. He sighed as he texted you saying how sorry he was hoping to get a response. He raised an eyebrow confused but slowly turned into worry as he called you again.
"She isn't picking up," Mun said looking at Hana.
"Try calling her again," Hana said now concerned herself.
"Pick up pick up," Mun said as he paced back and forth. "She's not acting petty right?"
"I highly doubt it"
"It picked up!"
" Y/n? What's wrong? Y/n?" He said concerned. "Are you okay?" The panic and concern in his voice was clear.
"So you do know him" The man said but it sounded like there were two people.
"Who's this?" Mun asked unsure if his ears were deceiving him or not. He was only met with a deep chuckle from the other end of the phone.
"Your worst nightmare" The man grinned. "She might have been safe if you picked up the phone"
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hi! i’m not sure if you’ve done this before but.. could i please request a vegeta x human!reader who’s heavily tattooed (legs, arms)? i have no real idea for a plot line for it but gather it’s not something he’s seen a whole lot of since coming to earth - if at all! happy for either SFW or NSFW, completely up to you if you don’t mind the idea? have a lovely day!
For Fun | Vegeta x Reader |
author's note: this idea has absolutely made my day. it just begs for a sweet little vegeta learning moment, since normally it's him explaining saiyan culture. i have chosen the sfw path here! it's also funny bc i've been contemplating tattoos lol and a vegeta tattoo has been on the brain for some time now. thank you for your request!!!! 🩷🩷🩷
pairing: vegeta x fem!reader
warnings: sfw, reader has tattoos, some nudity but no smut or anything remotely nsfw, post-namek but pre-androids and cell
You can feel Vegeta's eyes on you as you work on his suit, Bulma's lab being the only place you feel comfortable sharing space with him in— the racket of the tools at the very least would alert somebody of something nefarious happening. Your dear sister just had to have a soft heart (or rather, quite the boner) for the Saiyan, and now it's you that suffers the consequences while you patch up the blue suit with a precise needle and thread.
"I'm not going to ruin it." You snark at him, not exactly happy to be in his presence. He's a murderer! "I've fixed it for you before without an issue." Bulma's doing her best to copy whatever material this suit is made of, but she's having trouble competing with alien technology— though she'll certainly have it figured out soon. She's a petty thing on the regular, but test her intelligence with a challenge like this and she's more stubborn than acne on an asscheek.
"Mm." He never talks much, at least. But as you stretch your arm out to pull the thread taught, Vegeta moves to take your wrist in his hand. While strong and easily capable of smashing your poor bones to smithereens, his touch is on the softer side.
"What in the world are you doing?" Are aliens unaware of personal space??
Ignoring you initially, Vegeta's gloved fingers curiously glide along your forearm, eyes focused on the artwork adorning your skin. "Your tattoos make little sense. What sort of culture is this?"
"Culture?" You repeat the word dumbly, fighting the urge that lingers just under your skin, heart rate picking up as you will yourself not to shiver at his touch.
"These flowers and symbols, what do they represent? I've been on Earth long enough to know the culture here is nothing like these— furthermore, the lab rat has none at all."
The laugh that bubbles from your chest is easy. Perhaps Earth is the only planet, or one of few, with inhabitants that indulge in tattoos for pleasure rather than cultural representation. "They aren't part of any culture, Vegeta."
"Then what are they?" His brow furrows rather adorably, his lips pulling into a pout as you laugh at his ignorance.
"For fun."
"You marked yourself permanently for fun?"
"Sure did. I got tons of 'em. Some of 'em mean somethin', but for the most part they just bring me joy."
Vegeta releases you finally, shaking his head in a way that reminds you of your father when you first started inking up. "Silly Earth woman…"
"Oh come on. Tell me they aren't pretty." You smirk softly, eyes glittering with the twinkles of mischief. This is a new light on Vegeta, one that perhaps drew Bulma's generosity his way in the first place.
"Tch." A blush rises to his cheeks and he looks away, staring a hole into the wall. "They're not ugly."
A not-so-pretty snort escapes you as you resume patching the suit up, tying and clipping off the end of the thread after the hole is closed up. "I got my first tattoo when I was seventeen. I was young and dumb and in love with a guy I thought I would be with forever." You murmur softly, pulling up the leg of your sweatpants to show off the heart by your ankle. It's old and faded by now, but your lips still pull into a smile at it.
Vegeta takes the moment to examine it, brushing a curious knuckle over the tattoo. His curiosity is sweet, and this must've been on his mind for ages now— it's not like him to get handsy or remotely talkative at all. "Saiyans never took part in these."
It makes all the sense in the world; from what you've pieced together by Vegeta's quiet, rarely spoken about tales of home and with the love for fighting that gushes from both his and Goku's hearts, Saiyans aren't exactly sentimental. "Well… You're on Earth now. You could get a tattoo just for the hell of it."
"I have no need." Vegeta looks away again, and you shrug to yourself.
"They're not for everyone, I guess." You hold the repaired suit out, feeling a tad bummed out that the sight of him in a tank top and sweatpants will be gone soon, but a lilt of surprise thrums in your heart when he sets it on the table and looks at you instead.
"Do you… have more of them?"
You laugh and tug at your t-shirt, pulling it off in the face of the blushing prince and revealing several more tattoos, most of which he's never seen before. "You got time?"
"You could certainly warn a man before you start stripping." He grumbles out, forever the prude even in the face of a gorgeous woman and her body.
"So sorry." Your tease bounces off of him as his curious fingers run along the lines on your tummy, sides and just below your breast. You're bare to him almost entirely, as you've never worn a bra at home and certainly didn't intend to start just because a man moved in, though his eyes and touch are calmly curious and genuinely interested in the artwork you're laced with, rather than the perky breasts and soft skin that would have most men acting a fool by now.
It almost has you feeling ugly, though that near-permanent tint of red that dusts his cheekbones reminds you otherwise.
"Don't forget the one on my back." Your murmur is gentle, only there to invite him further into the journey without jostling his concentration too much. And he takes your advice, stepping behind you while tracing the intricate linework of the massive tattoo, pausing at the sight of the gorgeous mural on your back. You've spent quite a bit of money on this, suffered the pain of the needle piercing and permanently scarring your skin to the patterns that'll forever mark you, and the admiration Vegeta has for your commitment alone is monumental.
Even gloved, his touch warms your skin in the lab's cool conditions and that little spot on your back, the one that had you shaking and embarrassed as your tattoo artist that, bless his resilience, dealt with with more care than a fucking surgeon to properly tattoo, flutters against the accidental tickle. You shift, muffling a laugh into your palm and there's a pause before Vegeta drags his fingertips over the spot again, and then once more.
"Your laugh isn't ugly either." He mutters and steps away, the warmth of his proximity erased and goosebumps covering your body now.
Standing ten toes down and looking over your shoulder, your lips twist in gentle glee upon catching his dark eyes with your own. It's taken some time, but you've finally found what Bulma saw in Vegeta that allowed him into your shared home.
He's flustered by such intimacy and he quickly snatches his Saiyan suit up before rushing towards the door. "Put a shirt on, you vile woman, or you'll catch a cold." Vegeta grumbles out, hightailing it towards the comfort of his gravity room and far away from whatever the hell just happened.
"Must be the first time he touched a woman." You snicker, tugging your shirt on and cleaning up the mess, lest your sister properly bitch you out for it later on.
The ghost of his touch remains, and even under the duress of several times Earth's gravity, Vegeta's palms fondly remember the feeling of your skin.
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drabble idea so i can enjoy the act of sharing my thoughts without the time investment of writing shit down:
han sooyoung stopped writing. she couldn't hold a pen with the same careless ease anymore. not after everything that her own hands had caused. she can grade essays and she'll even bicker with dokja about the quality of the random books he picks up. but she won't write. she still flinches when joonghyuk brushes past her and is so real. she won't write.
joonghyuk pisses her off, as usual, about something or the other. in return she leaves a sticky note on top of an embarrassing gift for him. something petty and annoying. joonghyuk tries to ignore her. so she starts leaving them on his door. "yjh is a bastard" "supreme king, 33, unemployed" etc. they increase every week and yjh, for all his cleanliness, never removes them.
sometimes she gets risky. "yoo joonghyuk will do as i, han sooyoung, command". she pretends she didn't already do this to him in two separate worldlines. "today, the supreme king shall make tteokbokki for the black flames empress" "tonight, the supreme king shall not complain about the dishes being done" "this week, the supreme king will not say no to karaoke night"
something about referring to him in the 3rd person is funny, and she keeps it up. but she finds herself leaving sticky notes in her room, too. "what does it mean to be an actor?" "young girl. creates underground fight club" "what's a good magic system in a world based in space?"
han sooyoung never prided herself for creativity, or passion. she just knew how to write, and how to write well (ignoring the one time she wrote in the sloppiest, most verbose, and most passionate way possible). so these little notes don't mean anything to her. it's nothing of note. the view from the window just looked interesting this afternoon. "kim dokja still uses government name in online forums" "yoo sangah -> sadist? enjoys arguing with senators" notes. notes. notes. she's just making observations, is all.
without the avatar skill, and with the system barely there, her mind is quiet. no predictions being made. whatever plot comes to mind is no longer the most probable or best written.
one day, dokja bursts into her room to complain about something or the other. she's asleep at her desk. in front of her, the wall is a rainbow of colors. dokja can't peel his eyes away. what he had always reached for. what none of the other books, as good as they were, could give him. tls123's writing.
it's disjointed and mixed, multiple plot ideas picked up and dropped, no coherent order to it all. but he gathers as many as he can without her noticing, and tiptoes to his room. joonghyuk, watching from the doorway, says nothing. he places the tea he had prepared next to sooyoung's sleeping figure and covers her with a blanket.
when sooyoung slips into dokja's bedroom on another sleepless night permeated by what if he's not there?, she freezes. he has placed all the sticky notes he could gather on his own wall. lovingly arranged in order. some even having miniature sticky notes of their own with his thoughts and questions. the boy so hungry for her stories went ahead and pieced them together on his own. han sooyoung won't write again. but kim dokja will always be her #1 reader.
#DO U SEEEEEEEEEE#doksoo#its technically yoohankim but i dont have the energy to get into the yoohan bits#yoohankim#BUT DO YOU SEEEEEE#MY VISION#orv spoilers
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All Yandere's reactions to you giving them the silent treatment!
Requested by an anon
— The Detective
Charlie is a rather cold-hearted yandere, if he upset you, he wouldn't care too much.
That being said, he wasn't actually aware he upset you this time— after all, you've never reacted like this before.
He's almost happy about it, getting to see a new reaction out of you. Interesting as always.
'Two can play at that game,' is his thought process, not talking to you or paying you much mind outside of his usual stalking activities.
The Detective really didn't expect you to keep ignoring him for this long, but now it's been a week, and his irritation is starting to show.
His work focus is starting to wane, which is rare for him, but his brain is taken up by intrusive thoughts of worry. He's fine with you being petty for now— but what if you never talk to him again?
What if you try to talk to someone else?!
No, Charlie couldn't handle all his work on you being undone. He'll have to do something.
You find yourself cornered in your home, his arms by your sides as he glares you up and down.
'What do I need to do for you to acknowledge me again, huh?'
You try to move your head away, but he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him.
'Just... I just want you to apologise,' you tell him.
'Fine.' He bites his tongue and swallows his pride, refusing to meet your eye. 'I'm sorry. Are you going to talk to me, now?'
'Are you going to let go of me?'
'Youre pushing your luck, sweetie.'
— The Childhood Friend
· She's completely paranoid from the second you start not answering her questions.
This is out of character for you, you wouldn't do this to the one person who's looking out for you, would you?
Eli knows her questioning can be invasive, but whatever hit a nerve with you was only essential knowledge for her! She couldn't live with herself if someone else knew something she didn't— but she's also struggling with the guilt she feels over pushing you on it.
'There's nothing to worry about, okay? There's nobody listening, so just talk to me, already!' She'll plead endlessly.
She doesn't want to blame herself— that would mean she's a bad friend, a bad lover! No, no, it has to be someone elses fault.
So that's what The Childhood Friend leads with, and goes out of her way to construct a fake narrative where someone is clearly manipulating you into not talking to her.
How could she have been so foolish as to let this happen? I guess that means she'll have to keep you on an even tighter leash, for now.
It's all for your protection, of course! No-one should treat you so awfully and lie about your best friend ever again...
'I'm sorry for this, love, but you understand how it is. After all we've been through, you shouldn't just go ignoring me for so long.'
— The Worshipper
At first, it takes a while for him to notice you're trying to give him the silent treatment. It's normal for him to not talk to you for a few days, and just watch from the shadows. He understands that you're a busy person...
It's when he actually makes an attempt at talking to you, and isn't met with the usual chipper response, his world immediately falls apart.
The Worshipper never thought he'd experience heartbreak this catastrophic— all he can think of to justify you not talking to him is that he's being punished by some higher force.
You're his everything, and now you're being taken away from his watchful eye. It's as if his life is crumbling around him.
All those times he told you he loved you, over and over and over, and like his anxieties told him, it was not enough to keep you.
(In reality, you just needed a short break from his advances, but your lack of clarification made him immediately assume that you never wanted to see him again.)
So he makes himself scarce— if his darling doesn't want to see him, he simply won't be seen! Whether that means confining himself to complete solitude, or keeping an even further distance and keeping himself from looking directly at you.
The only way to get him to stop avoiding you is to seek him out, and have a long talk about it all.
The majority of his side will be apologies, and asking how he can repent for acting so overzealous with you— but it's a conversation nonetheless.
— The Queen Bee
• The Queen Bee's starting to regret letting you into her friend group— sure, it may have been an efficient way of raising your status, but now you have people to talk to when you're avoiding her!
'That's just not right at all,' Anya thinks, 'I'm flawless! Even if I slipped up on something, I always make sure to make it charming...'
Above all else, the silent treatment makes her frustrated. Nobody's ever been able to keep it up for long, not her parents, not her friends, nobody! So why were you heing so difficult?
There's no way she'll let her plan be derailed by you not talking to her, she'll try her hardest to find other ways to communicate and make out that the two of you are still together.
Your phone gets blown up on your social media one morning, only for it to be something a little concerning. You knew Anya was rather manipulative when she wanted to be, but this was next level...
People throughout the school had found your personal account and were messaging you with flurries of questions— you didn't even know half these people by name!
What she had orchestrated was a rumour that you had cheated on her, and that's why you were acting strange— but always playing the angel, Anya 'forgave you' for it and you're still in a relationship.
The both of you knew it was completely false, but it was either swallow your pride and talk to her again as if everything was normal, or deal with harassment from all the people who were already jealous of your unearned idol-like status.
The Queen Bee is terrifyingly smart sometimes, but her ecstatic smile when you speak to her again is genuine.
— The Fanclub
★ The moment you don't respond to a text from one of them it's panic— so you can imagine the chaos that ensues when you stop talking to BOTH of them.
You're meant to be! They're meant to be with you! What's gone wrong? What have they done?!
One awful group panic attack later Aurora's managed to get Fortuna in a more comfortable state, but she's not responding outside of nodding or shaking of her head.
Aurora gets angry, and Fortuna gets analytical— a bad combination for you, to say the least.
Borderline kidnappings were common, but Fortuna's got your schedule down to a T, so it's not at all difficult for them to actually stage a full abduction this time.
Aurora has you tied up tight while the other waits patiently in another room, trusting her partner to take care of the situation.
'Why are you doing this to us?' She asks, straightforward with tears brimming in her eyes. She just wants answers.
After you explain that their most recent endeavours were a push a bit too far and made you uncomfortable, Aurora's violent demeanour dampens a bit. She's still a bit aggravated about it all, though; your silence did hurt her girlfriend as well as her.
'You've got to forgive us, you- you have to! You're going to eventually, one way or another so... Just do it, already!'
You can see they've gotten a bit desperate— maybe your silent treatment was a bit too harsh for them.
They were right though, you'd forgive them eventually.
— The Deity
∞ Nitai is already clingy as all hell, so he simply refuses to let you go until you aknowledge him again.
Whatever he did to annoy you, he knew he could make it better— if only you'd let him!
It occurs to him that it might not even be him annoying you. That it might be a build-up of several stresses, and his possessive nature was the breaking point.
If that's the case then... He has to get rid of all those little stresses, so you can go back to focusing all your energy on him!
He's never felt so anxious about anything before, so until you start praising him again he needs an outlet... Murder is an outlet of sorts, yes?
He'll return to your home in the middle of the night, blood soaking his favourite comfy shirt, and cozy up to your sleeping body in some sort of messed-up ritual dedicated to you.
He'll be gone by the time you wake up.
The Deity's main form of coping will come in reminding you of his power— he'll shower you in gifts until you can't ignore him at all!
He can't lose his angel to such a petty disagreement, he refuses.
'My beloved, please, you know how much I need your sweet voice to soothe me. Don't be selfish, now...'
— The Anomaly
As per the agreement, you have to spend time with them. This makes things even more awkward.
The Anomaly does not show empathy to anyone but you, his assignment, so they don't understand why you're so upset over the latest incident.
The silent treatment won't effect them at all; Yvetan knows you don't have a choice but to stay at the facility with them.
As long as they can keep watch of you, and keep you away from the other creatures in the building, they're happy watching you in uncanny silence.
Hours upon hours spent in that room in quiet would drive any normal person mad, so Yvetan tries their best to entertain you, knowing that you won't respond.
'You know, human, it's rather nice having you in here so frequently. You are so much more fun to look after when you're not talking about your work— we should do this more often, yes?'
You'll likely end up more frustrated than they are, so the argument passes quickly.
— The Idol
## The Idol is a bit dense about these things, but picks up on your attitude immediately. You're not the first person to pull this on him.
Jamie being Jamie, he's still going to ignore your personal space and sidle up beside you any chance he gets; but now it's more out of hoping you'll talk to him again than embarrassing you.
Even if you scolded him, that would be good enough to relieve him.
As per usual, he'll abuse his power so that you're not allowed out of whatever filming location you're at. That way you're stuck with him, no matter how you act.
He knows he did something to cause this but... He does a lot of stuff you take issue with, so The Idol isn't sure which one he should apologise for— or if he should even be apologising at all.
'Babyyyyy....' He whines, resting his head on your shoulder, 'What was it this time? C'mon, pleeeaaase?'
You being unable to leave Jamison's vicinity makes it difficult to fully ignore him, but you can at least keep up not talking to him as much.
You're legally his assistant, so he uses that to his advantage as well, making you escort him short distances just to keep touching you and asking you questions.
'What's up next? Oh, a dress rehearsal? You don't mind helping me get dressed again, do you? You know how difficult all those little pieces are...'
It doesn't bother him too much, but he does miss the sound of your voice, and what he hates most is the little noises you make when frustrated or embarrassed by him.
If you keep it up for long enough (more than two days, really) he might get annoyed and be a bit more forceful.
'What's your problem, out with it.' He speaks, pinning your wrists to the walls of his dressing room. 'Was it when I fired that guy for talking to you? You know that was just cause he's a creepy old dude, right? No? Was it the time when I-'
He's trying his best to figure out what caused your silence, but he just ends up digging himself a deeper hole by listing all his crimes against you.
When you do start talking to him again, he acts like it's no big deal, but the days afterwards are filled with him drawing out all of his conversations with you and near-constant toying with you.
#Collective#yandere oc#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#male yandere#female yandere#yandere#The Detective#The Childhood Friend#The Worshipper#The Queen Bee#The Fanclub#The Diety#The Anomaly#The Idol
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Not a request but thoughts on wife!reader giving tan the silent treatment? I feel like they bicker over the silliest things (old married couple vibes) but what if she decides to pretend to ignore him, like he'll say something and she'll hit him with the "Sorry, what was that?" And she's good at keeping her act up, so she's having a blast watching him trying to apologize to her. 💺 anon
hii! if not mistaken this was the one you wanted as a drabble? also now just realising, I wrote this slightly different to your ask, and this post is a little shit, my bad. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
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tangerine x fem!reader
word count: 300
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Being married to Tangerine wasn't always easy. He's strung so high that you often bump heads over the tiniest things. More often than not, silly, petty disagreements, nothing major and nothing to call home about. But they've been happening more regularly, especially today. Maybe it was something in the air or just a lack of sleep, but one thing for sure, they were inconsequential.
"Babe... the dishwasher," Tangerine says, poking his head out of the kitchen to see you. "You're meant to rinse em first. It fucks with the shit inside."
"I did," you playfully whine, head dropping back against the sofa. "I always rinse. Always."
"Then, how come there's chunks of food and shit floating around the machine?"
You sigh, increasing the volume of the tv. "Dude, I dunno. You tell me."
"It's cos you're a shit stacker, that's why," he chuckles, collecting two glasses from the cupboard. "Want a drink while I'm out here?"
You hear him, but you don't respond. You kick your feet up on the coffee table, adjusting the blanket to cover your legs.
"Oi? Ya deaf?" he calls out, standing in the doorframe. "Want a drink?"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you," you hide a smirk, turning to face him.
"Yeah, ya did," he nods, his brows furrowing. "I said, do you want a drink?" he repeats, enunciating the words.
"What's that now?" your smile slowly widens. "I didn't catch the last part." You snicker, watching your husband grow more annoyed.
"Takin' the piss?" he asks, his head cocking to the side, clearly unamused.
"No? I didn't hear, that's all," you shrug, beaming at him.
"Yeah, yeah," he softly chuckles, sitting beside you and draping his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in for a hug. "I forgive you." He smiles, kissing your temple.
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The Flirting Mishap | James Potter x Reader
(Y/N) and James Potter were "enemies". Not pure hatred real enemies but the sort that have constant banter and teasing. The dynamic (Y/N) and James have is competition and petty arguments. For whatever reason, he just seemed to love annoying her and she loved to annoy him right back.
(Y/N) knows she can't stand him, for the most part, and that he enjoys nothing more than getting under her skin but she's always so drawn to the Potter boy. His courage and his intelligence has always been impressive.
Unknown to the girl the feelings are quite mutual. In the small moments where there is no bickering or arguing she makes him laugh, and even when she does get under his skin, he enjoys it.
The girl enjoys messing around with him. Even if he thinks otherwise, she'll never admit out loud however, having him around definitely improves her day. James thinks the same way, and also would never admit it out loud. Unsurprisingly to their friends the boy has a major crush on (Y/N).
As (Y/N) walks into the common room she notices James, Sirius, and Remus sitting on one of the sofas and walks up behind it. "Hey Sirius, Remus" The girl says, ignoring James on purpose. Sirius just smiles knowingly to what she's doing. Remus gives her a little wave while holding a book in his other hand. James makes an annoyed grunt at you ignoring him this early in the day.
"Do you two hear something" (Y/N) asks continuing to get under his skin. Sirius chuckles a bit giving James a teasing look as Remus shakes his head playing along. James rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, clearly upset. "Hmm, I must be imagining sounds." She walks over to the empty sofa across from the boys and takes a seat. "Do you guys have any plans right now?" Sirius shrugs and James is too annoyed to talk, leaving Remus to answer the question.
"Not really. I've got some homework I should probably work on." He mutters the last part as he starts to think of all the work he has to get done. "I think your homework can wait. You guys wanna go to the Three Broomsticks?" Sirius perks up almost immediately at the thought of sneaking into Hogsmead. "Yeah, that sounds like a great idea (Y/N)."
James still looks annoyed but shrugs as Remus looks unsure. "Come on Moony, a little delay won't hurt you." She grins up at Remus as he thinks about it, and slowly nods. Fed up with being ignored in the conversation he grumpily speaks up. "Fine." She rolls her eyes but secretly smiles as she faces the door of the common room. "Great, let's head out boys." Sirius practically bolts for the door. Remus smiles, and James just sighs. "No need to rush Sirius, there'll be plenty of shenanigans to get up to when we get there." James sighs again, trying to evoke a reaction out of someone, and heads out the door last.
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The four of you sneak into Hogsmead using the marauders map and walk to the Three Broomsticks. Inside the pub is already quite busy with witches and wizards drinking, playing games, and talking enthusiastically about Quidditch. Some are huddled over maps, arguing or laughing at the top of their voices. (Y/N) quickly spots a small round table near the window which happens to be her favorite table.
Her and the others approach the round table, and they pull out their chairs to sit. Sirius gets out a handful of coins and sets it on the table before sitting down. "I'm starved." He sighs dramatically as he lays his head down on the table. "I think we all are," Remus replies, sinking into his chair with a soft thump. "But this place seems to have a lot of atmosphere right now don't you think? Sirius and (Y/N) nod in agreement while James is too busy glaring at you to agree. Remus notices and shakes his head.
Noticing the presence of eyes on her she glares back at James with a sly smirk on her lips. James glares back harder as Sirius sits back in his chair sharing a knowing look with Remus. James rolls his eyes slightly. "Oh come on. Do we have to do this every single time?" (Y/N) scoffs as Sirius pipes up. "Please continue, it's quite entertaining." This causes Remus to hit him on his arm resulting in the Black letting out a dramatic cry of pain.
As James' eyes meet hers once more it's easy to tell he's still annoyed but can't help but smile a little. Noticing the smile his face flushes and he immediately turns his head away, his face now red with his ears burning bright. (Y/N) grabs her menu bringing it up to cover her face that has a growing smile on it. Sirius chuckles quietly as Remus glances back and forth between (Y/N) and James, saying nothing.
After a waiter makes it to their table to take their order and collect the coins Sirius left, they make small talk until their butterbeers arrive. "We should go to Honeydukes after this. I want to get some candy." She grins at the boys as she pushes up her glasses that bear a great resemblance to James'. Sirius nods, while James and Remus groan. "Do we have to?" James asks. Remus glances at James. "Not trying to agree with Prongs here but I think I should get back to start my homework." She glares at James "Yes. Yes we do."
Her eyes soften as she turns her head to look at Remus. "If you come to Honeydukes with us I promise to help you with some of your homework later." James rolls his eyes and groans as Remus nods. "If we must. I'll hold you to that deal though (Y/N)." James looks like he wants to argue, but just grumbles and crosses his arms instead. "What's got you such in a mood today Potter?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at him. She didn't expect her ignoring him in the common room would make him sulk this much.
"Nothing." Sirius snickers, causing Remus to hit his arm once again. James' face flushes again and a small pout forms on his lips. "It sure is something, you're sulking. As much as I love our little glaring competitions you're putting me in a bad mood." James huffs. "I'm not sulking." Sirius just smiles more, while Remus looks between the two of you with a smirk. "Uh huh you are. It's all over your face." James just crosses his arms harder. "No, I'm not." The waiter comes back with their drinks at this time feeling the tension.
Quickly distributing the drinks they rush off not wanting to get in the way. "Yes. You. Are." James doesn't argue with you this time, just giving an annoyed glare and glancing off to the side. Sirius is still smiling trying to contain himself. Remus just shakes his head and sips his drink. I smile. "Never argue with a girl. She will always end up being right Potter." This causes Sirius to break and let out a laugh. James is too flustered to say anything as Sirius continues laughing. "I agree, Potter." Remus smiles slightly, playing along with the last name bit.
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(Y/N) and James cool off a bit once more and the four of them all settle into a nice conversation as they finish their drinks. James is a bit annoyed to even really talk at first but Sirius keeps joking with him until he loosens up. He smiles but still has a tiny pout on his face because (Y/N) won by leaving him speechless. "Alright. She exclaims, ready to finally head to Honeydukes. "Everyone ready to go get some candy?"
Everyone nods, except for James, of course. He just grumbles remembering they agreed to go. "Want to grumble any louder?" She teases as he just narrows his eyes at her while pouting harder. Little did she know James never liked going to Honeydukes with the girl cause he always had to watch as the cashier tried flirting with her every time and he could never do anything about it. They all walk out of the Three Broomsticks following behind a very giddy (Y/N).
On their walk to Honeydukes Sirius is whispering in James' ear teasing him about his little crush on the girl in front of them as Remus chuckles. Turning around to see what Remus is laughing about she notices how red James got. His ears are bright red as well as his cheeks. "Why are you so red? If you're getting sick or something, stay away from me." she playfully teases. James just looks at her grumpily as Sirius is quietly laughing once again. "I think Prongs' red because he's got a crush on you." Sirius teases, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
James glares at Sirius. "Ha ha, very funny Padfoot. I'll pay you five galleons the day Prongs here has a crush on me." Sirius just raises his eyebrows and chuckles. "Oh? I'll bet you ten that he does have a crush on you." Without any hesitation (Y/N) replies "Deal." She shakes Sirius's hand as Remus chuckles as she secretly hopes she'll be losing ten gallons rather than gaining them this time.
James grumbles and crosses his arms, blushing more. Sirius looks at him and chuckles again. "I'm looking forward to those ten galleons." Acting competitive to hide her feelings for the Potter boy she replies "Yeah right. If anyone is getting ten gallons it will be me not you." Sirius just shrugs. "We'll see." He chuckles.
Getting to the doors of the candy store (Y/N) rushes in as the three boys follow. As she shops Sirius and Remus wander to look at the candy displays further away from the displays she's looking at. James being the last one to enter he glances around the store aimlessly looking to see if that specific cashier is working today. To James' unfortunate luck the boy is working today and he groans.
Not paying attention due to the cashier on his mind James walks right into (Y/N) on accident. He stumbles back as both of them slightly lose their balance. He's clearly embarrassed and quickly steps away from her as his face is more red than ever. "Merlin James. Are you good? You've been weird all day." James just looks away. "I just... nevermind." You notice that he's still looking around the store. I glance around quickly. "What exactly are you looking for?" He quickly says "Nothing. Forget it." James still hasn't looked at you once being too embarrassed.
She pokes his cheek. "Dude, talk to me. What are you looking for? What's up?" He looks at your hand poking his face for a moment and then gives you a mean glare. "Really? You know exactly what I'm looking for." His ears are still bright red now from embarrassment and anger towards that cashier that gets on his nerves so much.
(Y/N)'s face drops at his outburst. "Merlin, you don't have to be so rude all the time. I don't know what you're looking for and now I really could care less." Turning around and walking away from him she huffs. "No, wait!" He hurries after her and grabs her arm. He seems panicked. "Let go Potter." She glares at him with no playfulness in her eyes this time. "I just want to get what I came in for so we can go and I don't have to be around you anymore today." He tightens his grip.
"Please. Just listen. I'm sorry. I-" Sighing she interrupts him. "Yeah yeah you're sorry. We do this all the time and I don't want to deal with this again right now." He stammers again. "I just..please listen to me." He's still holding her arm and not letting go anytime soon. (Y/N) glances at Sirius and Remus across the store not paying attention to the two of them. "You have five seconds to say whatever you want to say then I'm walking away."
"Look, I just... I like you okay?" James looks horrified as he says it. His face is bright red. "You what?" She practically shouts, causing James to cringe a bit and tighten his grip on her arm. Remus and Sirius are both staring at the two now. "I like you. Just... forget I said anything." A grin erupts on her face. "Wait wait wait. I don't think I'm hearing you right." She lets out a confused laugh. "Did I hear you right?" James still looks horrified as his face somehow gets redder. "You heard me." He mumbles shyly.
Remus is just shocked as Sirius is trying not to smile. (Y/N)'s face is tinted red from her blushing. Her face being red only seems to make James panic more. He stares at the girl, not blinking nor breathing, afraid of what she might say next. The two of them just stare at each other not knowing what to say at all. They're so used to bickering with each other to the point they're left speechless
Eventually James finally speaks again. "I don't know what to say...I just think you're hilarious, smart, and I-'' He trails off, his face still red. Gaining some of her confidence back she smirks. "Go on." She teases. James doesn't hesitate now as some of her confidence rubs off on him. "I think you're so beautiful, and I care about you and-" He seems to be at a loss for words now. Remus smiles slightly and Sirius is just amused.
"And here I thought you liked Lily all this time." He quickly blurts out a "No." realizing after he should explain more. "You. I like you. I've actually liked you since our first year, I just never said anything." Remus chuckles warmly while Sirius is now smirking.
"Since first year? We've been bickering all these years and you thought that was a good way to flirt with me?" She lets out a laugh amused by the situation. James just nods with a nervous laugh. "I'm not very good at flirting okay. But I tried to get you to pay attention to me by arguing but all I did was just annoy you." Sirius and Remus laugh while giving each other a look. "Yeah I can definitely tell you're not good at it." She smiles before continuing. "I mean you did get my attention, just not in the way you planned." James just groans and buries his face in his hands.
Sirius and Remus walk up to where the two are standing. "Potter, did you really think the girl you've been arguing with for years wouldn't think you liked her?" Sirius teases the boy as Remus smiles. A huge smile appears on (Y/N)'s face not being able to resist joining in on the teasing. "Yeah Potter." James somehow hides his face in his hands more. "I know it's stupid. I'm just-" He sighs. "Forget it." Sirius' amusement is growing, seeing James like this. Remus just smiles more.
She pulls his hands down from his face and kisses him on the cheek. "What's stupid?" She asks, grinning. James is surprised and immediately goes bright red. He is frozen for a moment. Sirius and Remus both smirk again. "Me. I'm stupid." James says quietly. "Yeah. Yeah you are. Just a bit though." (Y/N) smiles and takes his hand. "You can fix that by taking me out on a date." His eyes go wide and Sirius holds onto Remus laughing. "You- you want to go on a date?" James looks absolutely delighted at the unexpected answer. "Well Potter, you heard her. You're taking her out on a date." Sirius teases. "Yeah Potter. You're taking me out on a date." She chimes in after Sirius.
James seems to need a second to process everything before smiling widely. "Great, okay yes. I'll take you on a date, I'll plan it all out." James is clearly very excited about this. Sirius just chuckles and Remus smiles some more. "I think Potter here really likes you." James groans in embarrassment but still smiles. "Of course I do."
"He's as excited as a puppy." She whispers to Sirius and Remus laughing. James just smiles while Sirius snickers. "Next Saturday okay?" James asks (Y/N) hoping she didn't have anything planned already as Sirius looks intently at her. "Hmm..." She thinks slowly prolonging her answer to make James stress a bit. James starts to get anxious, it's so easy to read his emotions right now.
Even though waiting for her answer is making him anxious, the excitement shows on his face tenfold, so he tries his best to hide it. "Just say yes or no before he explodes." Remus pipes in also curious for her answer. She grins. "Yeah next Saturday works for me." James' expression lights up as he quickly nods, holding her hand still. "Great. I'll pick you up at six then. I'll have everything planned out." She nods smiling up at him. "Potter, you're still blushing by the way." Sirius teases once again. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He doesn't seem to mind the teasing. It's nice to see him so giddy.
Sirius and Remus are both smiling at each other and quite surprised he told her at all, especially today. It's amusing to the whole group to see James like this. "As fun as planning this date is, I really want to get some candy." (Y/N) stares up at him with her eyes shining. James immediately looks down once you do. He holds your hand tighter for a moment before saying, "Sure, let's get some candy."
Everyone disperses and begins to go get some candy. Remus is getting a bunch of chocolate frogs, Sirius is getting different types of candy, and James is still holding your hand.
Walking to one of the displays (Y/N) picks up a milk chocolate wand. "What's your favorite type of chocolate? I love milk chocolate personally." James looks at the displays for a moment. "I like all kinds. I'm not too picky." He looks at the milk chocolate wand and his expression softens. "That one looks really good." Her eyes sparkle once again. "It's amazing. I'm like seriously addicted to these things. It's bad." She laughs as James chuckles. "I've never tried them before." He eyes it as if he also wanted to get one.
Across the store Sirius is snickering with Remus as they watch both of them. They find it very interesting how nice James and (Y/N) are acting towards each other. Sirius and Remus knew all the bickering for years was just their way of flirting but them being sincere with each other is a nice change.
Staring into James' eyes with a blank expression she tells him. "Try one." He hesitates for a moment to think but ends up nodding. "Okay..." He takes the milk chocolate wand from her hand, unwraps it and takes a small bite. He seems surprised at how good it is. Then he tries a bigger bite and begins eating it at a more normal pace. "That's really good."
"Right? I told you they were amazing." She grins at the fact he agreed with her but her face drops and her eyebrow raises at the boy. "You might want to slow down eating that though considering we still have to pay for it." James stops eating it now that she mentioned it. "Oh, right." As Remus is paying for his candy Sirius is standing with him at the register watching the two still with a very soft smile on his face.
The two boys make their way over as Sirius embraces the girl in a side hug. "You two are really cute, you know that?" Pushing up her glasses she turns her head to look at him. "Just as cute as you and Remus are? She asks tease him. Sirius raises an eyebrow. "Well no." James and Remus chuckle while Sirius smirks. "Remus and I are much cuter. But you two are still cute." They all laugh and (Y/N) gently pushes James up to the register to pay for the half eaten chocolate wand he's holding.
James gives her a tiny smile as he goes over to the register and pays for it. Once he is done, he immediately goes to hold her hand again while looking at her. Sirius spots some candy and drags Remus with him to pay as he rolls his eyes. (Y/N) laughs as the indecisive Pasfoot and smiles up at James. "You're really beautiful, you know that?" James whispers to the girl and she blushes. "You're pretty cute as well Potter. Especially when you're all jumbled up like this." James glances away embarrassed as she continues. "Seriously I've never seen you get this flustered ever. I've never even heard you stutter since today."
Sirius is just amused hearing that as they rejoin the two of them. "It's true though. She isn't wrong." Remus smiles. "At least he's getting bolder around her." She smirks at James. "You're getting bolder huh?" James looks at you and chuckles. "It's kind of hard not to be bold right now. Just look at you." He gestures towards you. "It's hard not to say what I'm thinking." (Y/N)'s face turns bright red at his statement. James seems to love that he makes you blush. "Even cuter."
Sirius is amused, Remus is smiling softly, (Y/N) is blushing, and James is looking at her with a lopsided grin. "Aw, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend." James chuckles. "I haven't asked her. Yet." He says with a grin.
Sirius playfully shoves him. "Shut up, Potter. She already said she'd go on the date." James nods. "True. True." She laughs at them going back and forth as she smiles at her friends.
The four of them walk up to the register one last time for (Y/N) to pay for her candies. Gently placing everything in her hands on the counter the cashier smiles at her but James quickly glares at him causing his smile to drop. He quickly rings (Y/N) up only speaking to her to tell her the total due to the aggressive glare James is giving the boy.
As she reaches into her pocket for some coins James places some on the counter. "James, you don't have to pay for my candy. Take your money." She huffs up at him. This just made him push the coins closer to the cashier. As the boy takes it with shaky hands she rolls her eyes trying to hide her smile. "Thank you Prongs." Hearing his nickname he grins.
After she collects her bag of candy the four of them walk back to Hogwarts in a much better mood than they all left the castle with.
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A week passes quickly and it's the day of the date. James is in his dorm room, looking nice and ready. He's nervous, but excited. He's wearing his normal uniform minus the robes accompanied with his usual dishevelled hair.
He seems to be nervously cleaning his glasses, causing Sirius to notice and approach him. "Alright there, Potter?" James shrugs. "I'm a little nervous. That's all." Sirius smiles warmly. "It'll be alright, she's probably nervous too." James just shrugs and seems to be doing his best to calm down.
James runs through the whole date plan in his mind. Meet her in the common room, walk through the courtyard with her for a bit then head to the quidditch field to stargaze after the sun goes down. He starts to calm down a bit as he recites the plans in his head but Sirius and Remus can tell he's still a bit nervous. Sirius sighs and crosses his arms. "Potter, if you keep cleaning your glasses like that they'll be clean enough to see you staring at your own reflection." Remus chuckles and sits on his bed. "Try to relax some. You know (Y/N)'s very nice." James just nods. "Sometimes." He teases.
Just then, he hears a knock on their door. "I'll get it." Sirius exclaims and walks over to the door. He opens it, sees it's (Y/N), and holds the door open for her to enter. She walks in, her eyes wandering the room to spot James, and smiles warmly at him. Remus gives him a small pat on his back to get him out of his trance. "You look nice." He comments a bit too loud.
She continues to smile at James. "You too." The girl responds in a much quieter voice. She then turns to look at Sirius. "Thank you for holding the door open for me, Sirius. I appreciate it." He grins. "Of course. You both look great. Go enjoy your date now." Sirius waves the two of you off and walks to Remus's bed after closing the door behind them. Remus smiles. "Now there's something you don't see everyday. James Potter on his first date." Sirius snickers as he gets comfortable laying next to Remus.
James sighs and gently takes your hand as soon as Sirius closes the door. "Ready? We can go to the courtyard first, I have something planned." Giving him a curious look she replies "I'm ready to be impressed." He smiles as he leads her out of the common room and on the path to the courtyard. She allows herself to be led by James towards the doors and once they're in the Courtyard, (Y/N) see there's been quite a bit of set up.
There are paper lanterns hung up above, the lights hanging in the courtyard have been turned off, and there is even some music playing from somewhere. It seems like James worked hard to make this just for her. "Welcome to the courtyard." He smiles warmly.
Looking pleasantly surprised and impressed with the efforts James made for her she speaks up. "James, you really didn't have to go through so much trouble for me. But thank you. I feel flattered." It's clear (Y/N) is grateful for the time and effort James put in. She looks around, taking in the view, the lights illuminating the area, and she lets the music wash over her. James smirks. "You have no idea how long I've had this planned." He takes the girl's hand and brings her over to a bench. "So..." He begins taking a calming breath before continuing. "Can I have a dance with my date?" He says with a grin reaching out his hand.
She can feel the heat coming from his face as he looks at her with a big smile. Her cheeks are flushed with adoration as she happily nods. "Of course!" She stands up and takes James' hand as he gently pulls her close and puts one of her hands on his shoulder. Wrapping his arms around her waist he smiles warmly as he begins dancing slowly. He is clearly a good dancer. He moves his feet with the flow and moves your body in a gentle dance. He seems very confident and comfortable with what he's doing. He also seems so happy, content, and comfortable with the girl. It's like he feels safe just holding her, he feels at ease.
(Y/N) laughs, her cheeks still warm. "Oh you're good at this." James absolutely adores her laugh. He loves hearing it and he's quite pleased he can make her laugh so easily. "I've had quite a bit of practice by myself." James chuckles as he dances. He spins her around and brings her back slowly. You can see there are multiple lanterns and some beautiful looking flowers around you. He looks in your eyes and smiles. "So, can I ask you a question now?" He says as he is still holding her hand, one hand still on her waist as they dance. (Y/N) looks at James and smiles, enjoying the moment. "Of course you can, what's on your mind?"
He lets out a low hum as he thinks of a question. "Well, what's your favorite thing about me?" James asks as they still dance. Bringing her close a few more times and holding her hand tighter right after a spin. "I already know some things I love about you. Like your laugh and your smile... And how cute you look when your cheeks are red. And-" James stops speaking, looking away and blushing again. "What was I even saying?" He chuckles a small bit nervously. "I wasn't supposed to answer my own questions." (Y/N) laughs at James as his cheeks turn red.
Thinking this was too adorable for her not to tease him over, she brings her face close to his. "Is there anything else you want to say, James? Any other things you love about me? You know, just a little reminder." James is so embarrassed. His face is bright red and he doesn't answer her for a few seconds after she brings her face close to his and says that. "Right right right. Well... I love your voice. You have such a lovely voice." You can hear him take a deep breath now. "I love how intelligent you are, you're so fun to talk with." James holds her hand as well as her waist a bit tighter
You're standing very close to each other now. "Well then say it again," (Y/N) chuckles. "I want to hear it again. But louder this time." She smiles at James and winks. The blood rushes to James' face and he has to take another deep breath to calm himself down. He can't help but love you even more right now. "I love... everything about you." He says quietly but clearly so she can hear it. His words have some weight to them as his eyes are now looking at you with such admiration and love. It feels different than when anyone else tells her that. This feels so real to the girl.
She takes a moment to process his words. "You really mean... everything?" (Y/N) whispers back, her cheeks turning red from the comment. James leans a little bit closer towards her. "Everything. I've never felt this way about anyone before." His words have more confidence now. He's no longer the nervous James that you know. "I feel like myself with you, like I can be more confident because I don't have to impress you. I just have to be myself and you accept me. It's incredible." She can see it in his eyes. They're filled with warmth towards her.
Feeling a little stunned by his words it takes her another moment to respond. "I never expected you to be the romantic type, to be honest." She pauses, collecting your thoughts. "But I have to admit, it's sweet. I really like this side of you." James chuckles at her response. "Yeah... You're right, I'm not normally romantic. But when I see you smile, I want to be the reason your smile grows." She sees him blush again before he brings her closer in the dance. He gently rests his forehead against her own as a flush of warmth spread through her body. With his face so close, she felt that it was a perfect opportunity for a kiss. Tilting her head slightly up their lips met in a gentle first kiss.
James freezes for a moment as their lips connect. But he quickly kisses back with a smile. He keeps one arm around your waist and holds you just a little tighter as he moves his other hand onto her cheek. He still seems a bit shocked but now it's combined with happiness.
James lets out a low murmur as his lips part from hers. When he pulls back, his eyes are wide with surprise and delight. After a brief moment of hesitation, he leans forward and kisses her again. His lips are softer this time, and his other hand moves to her waist. James deepens the kiss and now there's a lot more passion in it as (Y/N) feels it in her body. His hands hold her waist tightly and pull her in even closer. He finally pulls back, smiling, but his face shows everything. He's so incredibly happy right now that he can't really contain it.
Both of them are smiling and having a lot of fun as they continue to dance in a tight embrace. James soon notices that the sky is starting to change color and the stars are starting to show. Even though it's getting darker out the lanterns are brightening up the courtyard quite effectively. James is still smiling as (Y/N) can feel how happy he is from how tight he holds her as he continues to dance with her a bit longer.
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James takes her hand into his and starts to lead her to the quidditch field to stargaze. She pesters him with questions on where they're heading but he tells her it's a secret. As the two of you approach the quidditch field her eyes light up with joy as it's clear that James plans to continue the date. He is still smiling and seems to be trying to keep up the cheerful attitude and confidence he has right now.
The night is dark and beautiful. The stars are still out and the moon is out now as well. They both make your way across the field and find a good spot to lay down and relax.
The stars light up the field like a bright, twinkling galaxy. The night's chill keeps (Y/N) close to James, snuggled up with his hand in hers. The gentle sound of his breathing soothes her as she closes her eyes. A warm smile spreads across her face, a pleasant contrast to the cool night air surrounding them. James pulls her closer to him letting her head rest on his chest.
Opening her eyes she can see the constellations in the sky as James is also looking at them with interest. "Do you know the names of these constellations?" He asks her softly. The sky is indeed beautiful. It was very thoughtful of James to bring the two of them to this place so that they can stare at the stars together. It's quite romantic. (Y/N) pushes up her glasses to get a better look at the sky as she points to a specific constellation. "That one is the Cassiopeia constellation right? I'm pretty sure the heart nebula lies within that constellation." She tilts her head up to glance at his expression.
"That's right." He responds enthusiastically as he hugs her tightly. "It's quite beautiful, too, I like to look at it often." He looks at the other stars in the sky. "Do you see Orion?" James asks as he points to a specific group of stars. "Do you know Orions' Belt?" James seems to be teaching her about constellations while also being really affectionate with the girl. She takes note of how sweet of a moment it is.
Smiling at James, she nods. "Yes, and yes!" She laughs at how excited he is. "Do you have other favorite constellations?" James chuckles. "This is just the beginning, I could talk your ear off about constellations if I wanted. But, yes, I love the Big Dipper and Scorpio." James seems to be having fun teaching (Y/N) about the constellations in the sky and having her so close to him.
Between the dance in the courtyard and stargazing in the quidditch field it's the perfect romantic evening for the both of them so far. James sits up causing her to do the same as he pulls her to sit in between his legs with her back against his chest. "Alright, (Y/N). My turn for a question." She laughs. "Alright, what's your question?
"Why me?" James' face is right next to hers as he smiles warmly. "Why did you say yes to my date?" It's a serious question, he genuinely is wondering. He can't imagine why she'd choose him when she could have anyone she wanted, especially since all they've done throughout their Hogwarts years was bickering at one another.
"Even though we constantly bicker and tease each other I ended up falling for you." She admits blushing. "Even with your flirting mishap you still made me fall for you." Laughing she stares at him while still blushing. James chuckles and wraps his arms around her tighter, putting his chin on her shoulder. "So that flirting mishap, it didn't dissuade you from wanting to go out with me?" James says with a grin. "Not really." She replies playfully. "In fact, I'm looking forward to more dates." (Y/N) let out a small laugh before looking towards James.
James' smile grows a bit wider as she says that. He's very pleased with the idea of planning another date for the girl he's head over heels for. They both look at each other warmly and James starts to get an idea. "Well... I do remember saying that I'd like to ask you something during this date. And I haven't yet." He pauses for a moment. "(Y/N), do you mind if I... say something important?" Her eyes sparkle mischievously. "If I recall you've actually asked me a few questions already." She teases him. "But I guess I can allow you another question." As she grins James' face lights up again and he smiles at her. "Alright. Here it is..." His voice is low and soft. It's as if something very important and sweet is coming. "Will you be my girlfriend?" James looks in her eyes and looks very nervous. He hopes she accepts. He hopes and prays.
Her heart races and her head spins as she opens her mouth to respond. She takes a deep breath and smiles. With a shaky, but firm voice she looks at James and says "Of course." James looks shocked for a moment as she answers. (Y/N) notices how still he is as he holds her in his arms. It's very clear that he hoped you'd say yes. "You... would like to be my girlfriend?" He says with clear glee and excitement in his voice. A big, joyful smile spreads across his face. "I've never felt so happy. Thank you. Thank you (Y/N)." James leans down and kisses you on the cheek. "Mmhmm" she hums in response, blushing profusely. She felt her heart race in her chest as she felt his lips press against her cheek.
James smiles warmly at her. The kind of smile that shows that she is the only one on his mind. She means everything to him now and always. She is his world and he is so glad he is hers. "I...can't even describe how happy tonight has made me." He chuckles. "I'm glad I did this date. I knew I'd enjoy your company, even if you just wanted to stay friends." He pauses to try to calm down his excitement. "But now that you've accepted to be my girlfriend too? It's even better." James kisses you firmly on the lips this time. (Y/N) can't help but smile and blush with joy at the realization that James Potter is now her boyfriend.
(Y/N) and James stay like this for a few seconds while still holding her in his arms. He then pulls away and smiles at her while asking. "Do you want to do anything else tonight? Or would you like to go back to the common room?" He asks. James seems ready to do whatever she wants for the rest of the night. She's the only one on his mind right now and he's so happy to be with you no matter what they chose to do. "I'm happy to just spend time with you." She pipes up. "Maybe we can go for a walk somewhere? It's nice out tonight."
James smiles and nods. "I'd love that, let's go on a walk together. We can go to the lake, I know you like that area." James says, starting to stand up as he helps her up as well. He wraps his arm around her and starts to walk side by side with her. "You know, I have to admit. I really liked being alone tonight with you." James smiles at you. "I think this was a really great date." (Y/N) smiles softly. "I'm happy to spend more time with you too." She grins as she continues. "Let's go to the lake then."
She links her arm with his. "You know, I had a very nice time on this date," She says, smiling at him. "Did you really?" James says as he looks at her. His voice indicates that he is genuinely happy to hear anything she has to say. As they both begin to walk in the direction of the lake everything around them begins to settle down. It is getting even quieter and even more peaceful than it was.
James breaks the silence by asking another question. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you had feelings for me?" He asks you after a minute of walking. She hums thinking. "I'd say for a year now." She pushes up her glasses while continuing. "Yeah a year sounds right." James looks surprised. "A year?" James asks. "Seriously? You were hiding your feelings that long?" He looks at her with a warm expression but he seems impressed with her all of a sudden too before adding on. "And the whole time we were bickering and being annoying to each other as friends?" James chuckles again. (Y/N) hums in agreement. "Not exactly," She replies insinuating that she wasn't trying to hide her feelings from the clueless boy. "But I'm glad I got the chance to tell you finally," She smiles shyly at him as they reach the lake.
"It looks so peaceful outside at night." She glances up at James with a smile as he says that taking note of all his features. She can feel how excited she is to be spending more time with him tonight. James turns and smiles back at her while giving her hand a small squeeze. "I've never seen you so shy." He says with a chuckle. "I mean, you're literally blushing." James wraps his arm around her bringing her closer to him. "Ha ha you're acting quite different to Potter." She teases. He grins at her holding her closer. "But yes I agree it's peaceful outside. I love the peace and tranquillity that the lake brings to this place." (Y/N) says while looking at James once again.
They stare at the lake in silence for a bit before James pipes up with another question. "Do you like the water?" She chuckles. "You like asking a lot of questions tonight don't you?" He ruffles up his hair feeling embarrassed. "I do like the water. The sight of it is quite refreshing." She replies with a blush tainting her cheeks. James nods in agreement. "Do you like it too?" He smiles and nods again. He looks out towards the lake and its peaceful atmosphere. Just a few lights can be seen in the distance. Just the sky and the lake and the two of you. "Yeah, I do like the water. Especially at the lake. It just has such a calming presence." He smiles again as he looks at you with loving eyes.
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Sitting at the lake some more enjoying each other's presence along with the lake's calming effect. The night sky is beautiful, the wind is calm, and it's peaceful and quiet. It's a lovely night as the two eventually head back to the Gryffindor common room. James and (Y/N) stay close together, holding each other's hands as they walk back.
As they slowly end up back in the castle and to the portrait they enter, finding a more comfortable place to sit and keep the date going a little longer before heading to bed. "This is a good night, isn't it? It feels like it was meant to be." James says playfully. "It really is. The night air, the stars... it's just so perfect." (Y/N) whispers, pressing up close to James on the sofa.
James smiles and wraps his arms around her, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, this is definitely a perfect night." He looks at her like he really wants to kiss her again. He leans in closer to her face. "I think I can make this even more perfect." He says with confidence. "Oh really? Please enlighten me Potter." she replies with a coy smile. James looks at her for a moment longer before slowly leaning towards her. He closes his eyes and goes in for a kiss. It is a deep, passionate, and romantic kiss. James wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer. He is obviously loving every second of it.
Finally, he pulls back and smiles at the girl. "I wanted to make your night perfect... and well.." He chuckles. "I think I did it." (Y/N) blushes while rolling her eyes at his confidence. "I think you did too." James softly replies, "Good." He still has her in arms as he rests his head on top of hers. "This night is one of the best... no it is the best night of my life." At this moment (Y/N) notices that James isn't just holding her, he is hugging her with almost all his strength. He wants to be as close to her as possible, he doesn't want to let her go. She can tell James is happy. Very happy. He knows he is finally with the woman he loves and she is finally with the man she absolutely adores.
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hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt2
Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov
pt1
Notes: author doesn't know enough about hockey, so if you find any inaccuracies just ignore. This description of the hockey game based on my own experience.
In the next few weeks Abby learnt about the dance classes more than she'd ever care to learn. Even though the dance class had a "hockey guys" list, it actually didn't mean that you'll always dance some routines with perfect choreo and attitude for them.
However, if Abby thought she'll be cool and, um, appreciate the art of your dancing when she came from practice with Manny to your dance class, she wasn't prepared to watch you repeat the same sequence again and again and fucking again because your hand movements were not right.
(As if anyone would watch your hands instead of watching your…everything. Abby couldn't really pick a place to look: your ass spins were amazing, but when you arched your back lying on the floor? God bless. Or when you were strutting forward, swaying your hips from side to side? Or when-)
It was a sweet torture for her, watching you do the same move: it felt like hell and heaven combined.
So she stayed and watched and ignored Ellie, who caught up with what was happening. She would grin teasingly at her and make small talk with her (fucking small talk, can you believe?), but wouldn't actually introduce Abby to you.
Abby felt like Ellie did it on purpose, a petty revenge for making fun of her crush on Dina, but Abby was patient - she knew the chance would present itself.
You've noticed the new addition to the usual sofa audience, and you'd steal curious glances at the hockey girl, as you've got used to calling her in your head. She was always so serious, watching everyone, almost as she was your choreographer.
You'd feel yourself blush every time the hockey girl would look at you with her usual intense stare, and you couldn't muster up the courage to go and say hi to her, even though you'd banter with others. You were curious what she thought of your dancing, if she noticed any mistakes or if she thought something was lacking in your performance.
Something about the hockey girl made you flustered and shy, so you've stayed away for a while. Sometimes you'd stand just in the right angle so that you could look at her with a good excuse that she was plainly in your direction. You liked the aura she had around herself, all serious and powerful, like she wouldn't take any shit from anyone.
You've also noticed she was friends with Ellie, but you were too shy to ask Ellie anything about the hockey girl, let alone to ask her to introduce you to her.
This evening you were working on a new group choreo, which meant Ellie was being bossy and sometimes annoying, but it didn't really bother you - at least you all had someone to tell you what you did wrong.
"We need to do it again." Ellie said, irritated.
"Fuck no." Dina said where she was laying on the floor, her head in your lap.
"Tough shit, we don't live in a democracy." Ellie took her place in the formation and everyone stood up too. Ellie was right, you needed to practise.
After three attempts it got better, but you felt like Ellie would kill everyone if it wasn't perfect in a week. Thank god for Manny, who peeked into the dance class and all attention shifted to him.
"Ladies, we've decided it's time for you to watch us, as it's only fair. We have a game this Friday, come watch."
"Watch you getting slammed into the boards? Gladly." Dina laughed.
"And we're having a party after, you're all invited." Manny winked, and you got hopeful all of a sudden.
Maybe that would be a chance to talk to the hockey girl?
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When Friday rolled around, Abby wanted to strangle Manny for his stupid mouth. She knew you'd be in the audience, and it made her irrationally nervous, like she needed to make you like her, just the way you made her like you with your dancing.
Good thing she was one of the best on ice and the Scars were not the strongest team they've played against. She would be fine. Of course she would, she was Abby fucking Anderson.
Abby put her helmet on and went to the ice for the warmup. She felt hyped, her nervousness turning into competitiveness - it made her shots sharper, her skates faster, their teamwork better. Manny was praising her, but she just scoffed at the ridiculous asshole and carried on with her stretching.
In the middle of the warmup Abby skated to the boards to take a breath, and she noticed the dance crew taking their seats.
Abby immediately got hyper aware of your presence, her eyes locked on you. You were dressed in thigh-high socks and a skirt. Abby was so used to you wearing crop tops and joggers she was absolutely not ready to see you in a fucking skirt; her heart started to beat twice as fast as she looked at you, as you sat next to Dina and Ellie, smiling and talking to them. Abby felt her stick falling out of her hands and she barely managed to catch it before it fell on the ice, breaking the spell you had on her.
"Careful, Anderson." Eric said sternly. "We don't need this kind of stupid fuckups during the game."
Abby rolled her eyes and skated over to others, purposely avoiding your side of the arena and focusing on her warmup - she was afraid if she looked at you she'd lose all her composure and her head wouldn't be in the game.
You've never been to a hockey game before, so as soon as you sat with Ellie and Dina (not separating them, you didn't have a death wish), you started looking around with childish curiosity. You’ve noticed players on the ice, probably warming up, and you immediately found the hockey girl in the crowd - even though they all were in the same uniform, you knew who the hockey girl was right away.
She was so damn cool and so damn hot while she skated, and it was only a warmup.
Dina showed you how to fold a clap banner and you clapped it against your palm - it was a fun noise and you laughed, doing it a few more times, delighted.
Then the seat next to you got taken.
“Hi, (y/n).”
You turned your head to the voice and smiled - it was Finn, and you shared one class together. He was always seeking out your company - god knows why - but he wasn’t a bad guy, so you were friendly with him. He clearly wanted to talk to you, but the noise signalled that the game had started and you turned all your attention to the rink.
The hockey girl was magnificent on ice, all confidence and cold aggression and determination. She refused to let anyone stand in her way, making her shots practically flying on her skates. You watched her, absolutely mesmerised by her skills on ice and how her team relied on her. Fuck she was incredible. When she scored, you screamed your lungs out, jumping in your seat in excitement. Ellie screamed too (fuck yeah, get them Anderson! Holy shit it was cool) and Dina was aggressively hitting her clap banner on her thigh.
The first period ended and you suddenly remembered how underdressed you were - you were so nervous picking your outfit that you completely forgot you were going to the ice rink, meaning the sleeveless shirt you had on didn't really keep you warm. You rubbed your arms and checked the time - the moment the second period starts, you’ll be too lost in the game to care for your comfort.
“Are you cold?” Finn asked.
“Yeah.”
Finn took his jacket off and put it around you.
“Thank you.” You smiled, truly thankful and not picking up any subtle intentions. Finn started talking to you about the game and the sports in general, and you chatted with him until the second period started.
Fucking asshole, Abby thought, getting filled with rage by milliseconds. She acted before she thought, boarding the idiot so hard he probably blacked out for a second - that’s what you get after trying to check her. Referee sent her to the benches and Eric shook his head at her, but all Abby wanted to do was to flip him. She didn’t do it, but the desire was strong.
Abby sat at the benches and took her helmet off, stretching her neck. She finally decided she’d be fine if she looked at you. You, sitting next to some guy with (probably) his jacket around your shoulders. The jealousy filled her - who the fuck was this guy? God, what if you were straight? That thought never crossed Abby’s mind. In her book you definitely had some fruity vibes, so maybe bi? Not the point, who this guy was to you? Was he your boyfriend or was he some of those guys who flirted with you? Abby noticed all these people hitting on you in university and making you uncomfortable - but you seemed pretty comfortable with him. A friend? Shit, she had to find out.
Her five minutes on the bench ran out, Abby put her helmet on and went back in the game, taking her frustrations out on her rivals, leading her team to victory.
God she hoped she’d see you at the party tonight.
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Omg so i have been having brainrot about thigh-riding with Indra😫 But i have a really good request, hear me out…So like reader’s personality is very friendly and Indra thinks she’s being flirty with other people and he gets possessive/jealous ((like to her she isn’t being flirtatious bc shes just a good sociable person)) He wants to punish reader by making her ride his thigh. Then until he hears her beg enough, he fucks her hard😫
Thank you girly🩷💋
the fact that I got so worked up writing this... Indra is something else
"Did I tell you to stop?" Indra doesn't even look at her, concentrating on finishing the page of the manuscript he is working on. His hand moves smoothly and swiftly, no tremor in the pace of his penmanship, ignoring the physical situation happening on his thigh.
(Y/N), sitting on one of his legs and facing him, moans as her legs tremble. Her two hands squeeze his shoulders tightly, desperately searching for some steady grip and support, something to hold her up as her knees give out. "Please..."
She knows it is in vain to beg, that when something gets into her husband's head there is no way to convince him otherwise, and her torture was sealed today when Indra watched her interact with the man who is in charge of cooking for them. The Otsutsuki never understood (Y/N)'s personality, sometimes she even wonders why he chose her in the first place, but she knows he enjoys trying to bend and break her under his desires.
"Go on." His unoccupied hand holds one of her buttocks, and he gives her hips a circular rhythm to guide the movements she should follow. He doesn't look at her at any point, but the smirk of dark satisfaction that paints the corners of his lips is indicator enough that he's loving it.
(Y/N)'s legs tremble as soon as she presses her toes to the floor, trying to find the right spot to evoke what pleasure will save her at this moment. She moans in Indra's ear as she leans on his shoulder, and doesn't understand how her movements don't affect his writing. "Such a good girl, keep going."
She can't deny him anything when he's being nice to her, when he treats her well, and she's learned that pretending with Indra is never a good option. Those eyes of his are too sharp to ignore lies, having been caught more than once with petty deceptions to save her ass on different occasions, making no sense to risk lying with an orgasm.
She'll have to finish for real.
(Y/N) rubs hard against her man's clothed thigh, underwear in between to generate more friction, looking for the proper angle to fully feel that grinding. As her legs are about to give out again, her man abandons the pen he was working on his manuscript with, and two large hands close over her buttocks, giving her that thrusting power that was missing before.
"You are mine, (Y/N)." He whispers against her lips as he absorbs her every moan, silencing her in the most wonderful way and accompanying her pleasure even without him experiencing it firsthand. His presence is intoxicating, and the way he holds her, how he aids and abets her in finding that explosion of sensations, is all she needs to put momentum into her thrusts, clit rubbing against the top of his leg.
"Just like that, don't stop." He prompts and guides her, a spank impacting against her ass as the air catches in her lungs, holding it in to reach the peak she's so desperately chasing. She wouldn't be able to finish if it weren't for her man's hands joining her hips, who finishes her off as the electricity of her orgasm courses through her body.
(Y/N) trembles on top of him as her pussy fills with pleasure, blurry-eyed for at least a second and slowly passing the remnants of that explosion.
There is never much transition when it comes to being under Indra's sexual attention, and in a second, she is bent over her husband's desk as he pulls her wet underwear down to her knees, moving her clothes out of the way and entering her without any warning. A hand covers her mouth and muffles the scream she gives away to the air as she feels him deep inside her, buried inside her channel and with no intention of leaving.
"Why the fuck are you so tight...shit." Indra slams against her waist again and again at a pace that wouldn't be appropriate without finishing beforehand, always hard and brutal, unable not to put all his momentum into fucking.
The impact of skin against skin fills the room as she lies with her chest on the wood, gripping the edge of the desk as if to hold onto something and screaming over a hand that won't let her express herself freely, muffling her moans. "Keep quiet, slut." Indra whispers in her ear as he hovers over her to kiss her shoulder, settling a hand on the side of her head for support and resuming a violent pace.
"You're fucking mine, you hear?" He mumbles as he comes all the way out to the tip of his cock and then goes all the way in, swearing almost touching her cervix and making her see stars in more ways than one. The stimulation of having finished earlier along with the one mixed with being fucked so roughly is too much to bear, and if she wasn't lying on the desk her legs would have already surrendered to the floor.
The ink Indra used to write with spills onto the paper he was taking care of, but nothing seems to matter less to him as he shifts position, getting out of her and flipping her over so that she lies on her back. He lifts both her legs as he pulls her ass up to the edge of the desk, and has her hold herself up from under her knees to expose her used pussy.
"You love my fucking cock, don't you?" he asks over her mouth as he penetrates her both ways, dick piercing her lower lips and tongue transgressing those above. He's everywhere at once, and (Y/N) can't conjure up words, incoherent sounds and the occasional broken "please". She has no idea what she's asking for, as her body can't cope with more pleasure, but she needs something.
Indra spits into her mouth as he holds the edges of the desk above her head, hovering over her figure and thrusting into her just as hard from the start. This man's stamina is nothing to test, and it's only boredom that will make him lose interest in destroying her. Of course, that never happens.
He slows the pace for a few seconds to grab her by the jaw, slap her gently as if to get her attention again, get her to stare at him. "Ask for it, (Y/N)." And she knows exactly what he wants, taking advantage of the drop in rhythm to make room for the words she couldn't articulate before.
"Fill me... fill me with your cum, please!"
The feeling of inexplicable power that he gets after hearing her asking for him, requesting to be flooded with his essence and to be invaded in such an intimate sense is the most exhilarating sensation in the world, and although he never admits it, it's all he needs from her.
"Such a good fucking girl..." That's all Indra needs to find the north of his arousal, and while it takes him a few more thrusts, he eventually enters her like a train with no brakes and leaves it all inside her, seed deposited deep inside her cunt and overflowing a few minutes later.
The Otsutsuki comes out of her but doesn't let her get up, and when he sees that his finish is leaking out of (Y/N)'s pussy, he uses two fingers to scoop it up and put it back in, making sure it all stays inside her.
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Sanemi Shinazugawa Fanfiction- Turbulence
Foreign Musician Y/N
Subjects: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Gore, Death, Blood, Vulgar language, Mature Language & Content, other sensitive subjects
8 Chapters
Chapter 5
Chapter Includes: Explicit Language, Mature subjects, Smut, Fluff, Violence
5k Words
As it turns out, Sanemi could not have control over himself with you
He tried.
He really did.
But you were so perfect.
You were attentive at the right times. Quiet at the right time. You weren't pushy, surprisingly, and you were actually pleasant to be around.
It was horrible.
He found himself zoning out just staring at you while you talked, or while you slept.
He had to pull himself out of bed and into town to slay demons. He felt....guilty about feeling so much comfort next to you. Trying to sleep next to you, you looking at him with those expressive fucking eyes, your desire to please him anyway you could, it was too much.
Much more than he should have.
He had one goal. One desire. One purpose. But for some reason none of it mattered as much when he was with you.
That scared him.
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Sanemi's POV
"Hey handsome, where'd you go?"
A deep sigh left my chest before I could stop it. It seemed like I was exasperated with her compliments.
Good.
She didn't need to know it was because the sound of her sultry voice did things to me.
"Out." I replied, removing my clothes .
"Obviously." She smiled lazily, cocking her head at me. "Did you have to work or something?"
"Yeah." I answered.
"How was that?" She questioned.
"Fine."
I could see her eyes brighten, but just as quick as it happened she lowered her eyes and looked away, before nodding and replying "Good." With a soft smile on her face.
Damn those fucking beautiful eyes.
"Ask your question." I sighed beginning to remove my clothes.
"Are you sure?"
"Until I change my mind...."
"Okay okay, what is it that you do....exactly? I know I asked before and you said kill. I don't really...um...care what you do....for work.....I just....am curious. You're not just....a...killer...right? Are you....like a um....bounty Hunter or something?"
I have never heard her sound so unsure, mumble, or even say um.
By now I was totally undressed.
"Maybe I'll wait until I finish bathing to tell you exactly what I do."
Those eyes again. They widened. She seemed nervous. Worried that I was going to tell her I just murder people every night I'm sure.
"Okay." She nodded, and then laid back down.
I closed the door to the bathroom and ran my bath.
My mind was conjuring up all the ways it could go wrong telling her that I'm a demon slayer. Are there demons where she's from? It sounds like she has other worries from back home and I've never heard of any stories about demons there.
Who am I kidding?
There's fucking demons here so who the fuck cares if it's a scary thought? It's a fact. It's reality. No sense in sugar coating it. If I don't tell her someone else will eventually. Or she'll see for herself.
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"Perfect timing" The fucking vixen said as she brought a plate of food to the living room center table.
"How was your bath?" She asked once I sat down.
"Good." I answered ignoring the wanton look on her face. She was shameless.
"I.....ooh um nevermind. I'm sorry."
My eyes darted back to her face quickly.
"What the fuck is up?" She was being unlike herself. I understood the weird behavior about my work but was she trying to stop herself from flirting with me?
Since fucking when has she cared about coming on too strong. It doesn't even bother me anymore.
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you acting like you can't ask me questions."
I could see a guard go up in her eyes. "You always tell me to stop asking questions-"
"That's never stopped you before!" I threw back. It was petty. But I didn't care. I wanted to get to the bottom of her being cryptic.
"I just don't want to upset you." She replied.
"Since when?" I asked putting the food down untouched.
I was starting to get angry. Is she implying that she can't trust me? Like she doesn't know who I am or something? She's never cared if I was upset with her or not. Atleast she never acted like it. It never stopped her from calling me names I don't like, trying to get to know personal things or doing something I told her not to.
"Sit down." I said before she could say anything else.
She sat down across from me.
"I don't kill people." I said.
She sat on the couch quietly, and nodded slowly.
"I kill demons."
She blinked. And appeared to have froze. After 2 minutes of complete silence she eventually spoke.
"Okay."
"Okay?" I echoed.
"Yeah."
Now I was confused.
"So you've already encountered demons?"
"No."
"You don't have any questions? Other remarks?"
"No." She answered with finality.
I searched her face for any signs of her wavering. I couldn't find any.
"Well do you feel better now that you know what my job is?"
"Yep." She nodded.
I sat and stared at her. There was definitely something wrong. But I truly didn't have the words to convince her to talk to me. Beyond that, she doesn't dive too deep when I'm in a "mood" as she calls it.
I began scarfing down the food she made me. She remained quiet while I ate. Proof that she was still not being herself or was in her head.
When I finished, I got up, and grabbed her off the couch, throwing her over my shoulder.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" She exclaimed.
"About to fuck you back to normal." I replied with a swift smack to her butt.
"Oh really?" She asked. Her seductress voice sounding more like usual.
That's my girl.
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Shocked would be an understatement but since you were at a lost for words that's what you were going to stick with.
Sanemi was sleeping, soundly, and pulled you to his chest himself.
You really couldn't believe it, but you knew better than to comment on it.
Maybe he really did like you too.
Honestly, who were you kidding. He has to like you too. You would never be at his house after spending a night with him, laying on his chest while he slept if he didn't.
These were truly boyfriend behaviors. You knew better than to ask him what this meant for your relationship too though.
As you looked at his silver lashes, you tried to keep your hands where they were instead of touching his handsome face. He looked so much better up close. Getting to stare unabashedly without the distraction of euphoria, really had you wondering how you could ever get so lucky as to be tolerated by this stone of a man.
No, scratch that. Liked, by this man.
Demons.
You quickly shook your head at the intrusive thought.
That was the last thing you wanted to think about but now that you were no longer busy, you knew realistically you would have to face reality. Kind of.
You looked at the scars on his beautiful face and it hit you again.
Demons.
That had to be the cause for the extensive amount of scaring on him. A man as sure of himself and as mean as Sanemi had to face off against something major to be injured so badly.
You lightly traced the scaring across his chest with your fingertips.
Demons.
You inwardly rolled your eyes.
You had to do something. You couldn't just sit there, and sleep wasn't an option.
Slowly, you separated from Sanemi and left the bed as quiet as possible.
Once you were dressed, you left to the living room to find a note pad where you wrote "don't wait up. See you soon."
You had to busy yourself. If you stayed busy, your mind would be busy, and you wouldn't have to face that startlingly discovery.
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You walked around town until you came across a trinket shop. You spent a lot of time there after talking to the owner who sold many of his handmade jewelry and knives. You spoke with him in great detail about his designs and his craftsmanship. He seemed delighted to discuss those things with you too, a huge smile on his face as he spoke to you.
By the time you left you had purchased way more than you intended to. You were happy though, and it was a good amount of time keeping the anxiety off of your mind for a while.
You decided to head home for a little while too. However you noticed as you got closer to the house, the more that dread crept up your neck and made you feel sick.
When you made it home you were not as relieved as you thought you would be to see the guys.
"Hey! Didn't expect to see you so soon." Brass greeted you from where he was lounging on the floor beside the couch.
Above him Frank was laid out on the couch while Muddy sat in the chair adjacent.
It appeared they had been working on music.
"Yeah, same." You replied.
"We'll why are you back? And what do you have?" Muddy asked.
"Jewelry, and because. It's....a lot."
No one spoke for a while.
"Okay and?" Brass responded. "We're all sitting here, not going anywhere so go on and tell us."
Frank sat up and gestured for you to sit next to him.
"I don't....I don't really know how to....say." You mumbled taking the newly open seat.
"Try." Frank said patting your back when you sat down.
They were all worried. You weren't usually one lost for words.
Muddy sat forward in his seat, eyes zeroed in on you. "Did something happen with Sanemi?"
The way your eyes showed a series of emotions at the mention of his name gave Brass pause, making him sit up from the floor.
"Did he do something to you?" He asked.
"No no no." You said, tone far away. "He told me....well....hmm...what if he's crazy?"
"Crazy how?" Muddy asked.
"Like....delusional."
"Aw hell. What did he say?" Brass groaned.
You glanced at Frank and his eyes were piercing as he waited for your answer. He nodded to you, encouraging you to continue.
"He said he fights demons."
Silence.
"Yeah don't we all." Muddy laughed.
"No. Listen. He fights demons for work. Physically, in real life."
This time, the guys all exchanged a look. You couldn't read this one.
After atleast 4 minutes of silence, "Somebody say something." You said.
"So, someone else told me about demons here before too." Muddy answered
"Honestly, the whole town thinks there are demons."
"I believe them." Brass said.
"Wait, you've never heard this before?" Muddy interjected.
"No." You answered.
"How?"
"The important question is, do you really think Sanemi is delusional? I mean now that you know majority of the people we encounter believe there to be demons here, you'll be fine right?" Frank asked
"Of course not! Because the alternative is that there are demons!"
"She has a point." Brass said.
"I need a drink. Anybody else?" Muddy said standing up and going into the kitchen.
"Yeah."
"Me"
"Sure." The three of you answered simultaneously.
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"Hey, we should go see if we can find a demon." Frank said
Immediately Brass started laughing.
"This always happens, why do we let Frank drink? Here Frank stick to smokes man." Muddy said pushing the ashtray across the coffee table towards him.
"What do you mean? That would help us confirm if these demons are real." Frank answered casually grabbing the wooden pipe from the tray.
"If they are in fact real, what do you think would happen to us when we're in front of it. They take human souls!" Brass basically shouted.
"Yeah, pure souls! We have nothing to worry about.
To your horror, Muddy and Brass seemed to accept this explanation and be pondering it.
"Okay. No. That's enough. Nobody is going to look for demons, also our definition of pure and a demonic definition of pure may be two different things. Let's drop it. Please!" You said.
"Oh yeeeeah, you're right." Brass nodded.
"Well maybe we can ask lover boy Sanemi about it." Muddy said.
"No to that too."
"We can't do anything." Frank sighed.
You sat back further into the couch. You felt bad for leaving Sanemi while he slept after he had been a completely different person, but you really couldn't think there. You were overwhelmed with this new information and didn't know what you should think. What you should do.
Are you supposed to just keep living life as normal? How?
It was insane to even consider.
Ironically, alcohol seemed to calm your nerves. While still anxious however, you felt significantly less stressed.
"I'm gonna go back to Sanemi." You said out loud.
"Sounds good." Muddy nodded.
"Yeah he's probably worried. His feelings are probably hurt. He probably thinks he ran you away." Frank said.
It felt like you had been dunked in ice water as realization hit you. Frank was right.
Considering everything, you had chosen the worst time to "clear your head".
"Oh no." You groaned. "I've gotta go."
You stood, feeling the effects of the alcohol you drank. Little silver stars were dancing around your vision.
"Should we walk you? Does he live far from here?" Muddy said.
"No, you'll probably slow me down. I'll be okay." You answered.
"You look a little drunk."
You shrugged. A little is nothing. You've done more than simply walk to someone's house while under the influence. You'd be back to normal halfway through the walk.
You gathered all of the new things you just purchased and grabbed more clothes just in case.
The more you thought about it, the more you realized you were running out of time. It had been too many hours since you left with no explanation. Your little note probably meant nothing. You had to hurry.
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The trees cast an extra shadow over everything around you as you made your way through the thick forest. You weren't expecting it to be so dark so soon but you hadn't accounted for the cover of the forest. The walk wasn't as comforting as it was in the mornings or mid-day.
You had just gotten more comfortable with the minimal light when someone fell into step beside you.
What the?
It was so sudden you couldn't fathom that someone could've been following you but they had to have been behind you.
You slowed your pace, planning to stop walking. To your surprise the figure slowed their pace as well. You glanced at them seeing that they were covered in a dark cloak so you couldn't make out any details.
Abruptly you stopped walking. This was mirrored by the individual in the cloak.
"Can I help you?" You asked ignoring the sinking feeling that began growing in your gut.
"Yes you can." The voice was something from a nightmare. It didn't sound human at all, and it sounded malicious. It was haunting. Something that you hear and immediately know it's other worldly.
You took a step back but froze when the head of the cloaked figure snapped in your direction.
"Where do you think you're going? I haven't even introduced myself yet."
The cloaked figure then laughed. Your blood ran cold at the sound.
"I've seen you before. You walk through my woods often. But I got the biggest treat of all seeing you with that damn Hashira. He's usually always alone. So I was surprised to see him with someone. A woman no less."
Another laugh. This time more high pitched.
"I'm gonna have some fun with you. Im gonna use you. You see, it's a weakness of mine to play with my food before devouring it. That wild hair Hashira seems unbreakable. But I think I've found just the do we thing to break him." A more deranged laugh sounded in the air. "A friend, or a lover perhaps!" His tone crescendoed with each word. He was excited. This shook you to your core.
You were rooted to your spot, your brain trying to understand what was happening, your body tremoring with fear and disbelief.
The cloaked figure removed his hood.
Your legs gave out before you could even register what was happening. You had never seen anything like what was before you.
It wasn't human. You knew this but seeing it made a difference. His, or it's skin was grayish green, his teeth were sharp, too big to fully close his mouth, he had multiple horns protruding from the sides of his face, and his eyes, his eyes glowed sinisterly.
But that wasn't even the worst part. The fact that he was drooling was the nail in the coffin.
"I'll take...just a little piece. Nothing big, just something small but noticeable."
You couldn't even hold eye contact any longer once he began stalking towards you.
Every single step he took toward you sent a tremor down your spine. You kept your head down, too afraid to catch another glimpse at him. Too afraid to move. Too afraid to stay really but you were paralyzed with fear.
A single cold but firm hand grabbed your chin and raised your head up slowly.
The last thing you heard was that haunting laugh.
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You woke up in a lightly lit, unfamiliar room. You felt strangely relaxed despite being in an unknown room.
Vaguely you registered that someone else was present. Before you could take in anymore of your surroundings, the sound of feet padding down the hallway came. You didn't know whether to be afraid or what, but your body responded on its own. A deep violent tremor shook you. Enough to catch the attention of the person in the room.
"Hey. you're awake now? Don't be frightened, you're safe here."
Your eyes met the owner of the voice and you felt a tiny sense of relief. It was a young girl. A human. Something worth noting now. She didn't give you any negative vibes. In fact, the more you came to, you could see that she was caring for you. She was mixing medicines and herbs together where she was seated.
Only then did you register that you were hurt. Or had been hurt. You looked down at your arms and noticed your left forearm was bandaged. There was a tender ache and slight burning present. You raised your arm and that's when the true extent of your experience hit you.
It felt like you had fallen from a 5 story building. Your entire body felt weak and achey.
The young girl in the room began to speak but was quickly cut off by the door being thrown open.
Sanemi walked quickly over to you in the bed and looked over you. His body was tense but his eyes were in a frenzy. He snatched the covers back looking over your legs. He appeared to relax a bit as his eyes did a final once over your whole body and sight landed back on your bandaged arm.
"Can you walk?" He asked. His voice slightly raised.
"I-" you tried to speak, voice cracking from not being used.
"Mr. Sanemi, she shouldn't-"
The young girl stopped speaking when Sanemi's head turned to her.
"Sh-sh she....really shouldn't l-leave." She finished despite the obvious fear, her hands clasped together.
"That's too bad isn't it?" He all but growled.
"Please," she tried again but this time Sanemi ignored her, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder.
You didn't have a chance to protest and truthfully you didn't think you would. You felt relieved to see him. Being in his arms, although unconventionally, made you feel so much better.
You didn't speak as he made his way outside.
It was only when you neared the forest that the urge to speak came to you.
Sanemi didn't need to hear you though. He felt you before you got any words out. Your body tensed as you realized you were starting into the woods.
"Relax. You're with me. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise." He told you sincerely.
It was like a blanket of warmth was thrown over you. Just a few simple words and you felt at ease. Of course you didn't know Sanemi long, but you trusted him with every fiber of your being. You knew he would keep you safe.
You'd never know the satisfaction you'd given Sanemi with just your body language. He felt like he's just conquered the world feeling you relax beneath his fingertips. The fact that you believed him after who knows what happened to you made him feel incredibly warm inside. He both loved and hated it.
You continued on in silence. Sanemi's grip on you strong and comforting. You hardly felt jostled despite the fact that he was walking. You were so relaxed you could sleep.
His effect on you was unique. You were almost airheaded with him. So much so, you didn't even register that he basically threw you on the ground. You were perplexed but the swirl of wind, leaves, and twigs around you, told you something was going on. It took a second for you to realize what kind of commotion was happening around you. A loud roar rang out before you felt a slight tremor on the ground beneath you. Your eyes followed the direction of the noise and you saw the largest grotesquely built thing you've ever seen. With yellowed glistening skin, something akin to an ogre came running at you, a spiked club in hand.
You knew that you needed to move, but you could barely feel your legs. You tried to get up, you really did, but it was going to be too late. He closed in on you fast, and you could only brace yourself. The attack never came though. A gust of wind wafted onto you and you opened you squinted eyes, wondering why the monster stopped. Just a few more seconds and you could see. A thin red line was visible, running directly down the center of his body, Then it grew. His body splitting into two halves.
You faintly registered Sanemi's voice saying "fuck" as your vision grew dark. You were fighting the strong urge to vomit, feeling super nauseous after what you witnessed.
"Get up!"
Sanemi's command was loud and urgent. You couldn't see him, and you couldn't tell where he was. Your nausea making it that much harder to focus on what was happening around you.
You were trying to stand when you felt Sanemi grab you and move you to a different spot. The sound of snarls and grunts surrounding you. What you couldn't see before you were able to see now that Sanemi was right in front of you. There were numerous demons coming at you two, from all sides. You wanted to be better, stronger, to help him somehow but you just felt sick to your stomach. You didn't care what happened to you but if Sanemi got hurt you would lose your mind. How would he be able to get out of this?
Your question was answered when you felt that powerful surge of wind around you. Sanemi was almost a blur moving around you and killing each and every one of those things. Your head was spinning.
You're not sure what happened after, but the next thing you see is Sanemi taking off his bloodied jacket, turning it inside out and wiping your face. You just watched him, seeing a calmness in his eyes that you only seen once before. When he finished he slightly smiled at you.
"You okay?" He asked.
Your heart skipped a couple of beats for sure. "Yes." You answered. Your voice coming out just above a whisper.
"Come on." He replied, lifting you up from the ground to your feet. "I can carry you if you don't mind a bit of demon blood."
You could only nod this time. Reeling from both the softness in his voice and the thought of what just happened.
He picked you up, and held you bridal style before continuing on his path.
You were both silent the rest of the way to his house. It wasn't until he placed you on your feet in front of his door that he spoke again.
"Would you want to bathe together?" He asked opening his door and then taking your hand to lead you inside.
"Yes." You said quietly.
Sanemi led you to the bathroom, and helped you undress. He then got the bath ready before coming to you with a wet cloth and wiping down the small splatters of blood that were on you.
When he finished he told you not to move before leaving the bathroom. You waited just a couple of minutes before he walked back in clean but also dripping with water. His hair pushed back showing his handsome features.
He walked over to his tub and stopped the water before pouring what looked like oil into the water. After moving the water around, mixing the oil, he came and took your hand, to help you into the warm water.
He sat down and then pulled you to sit on his lap. He wrapped his strong arms around you and sunk a bit deeper into the tub.
"Just relax." He said.
And that's exactly what you did. The pain in her arm more noticeable now that you were still. It was nothing though, in the grand scheme of things. Minor really.
"I'm sorry." You said suddenly.
"For?" Sanemi asked. His deep voice smooth and even.
"For worrying you."
He let out a long sigh. Then he patted the top of your head. "Who said I was worried?"
You turned your face toward him. To look into his eyes.
"I'm serious." You told him.
"I am too." He smirked.
"You use the one time I'm serious with you to joke?"
"Isn't that what you would do?" His smirk grew.
You couldn't even help the smile that bloomed. He was so handsome, and he looked even better when he was smiling, and happy.
"Okay lover, you got me there." It was your turn to smirk. Using one of the many nicknames he hated.
"Watch it vixen, and I might just have to put you in your place."
"Oh please do."
His eyes widened momentarily, before he started to laugh. "Already back to normal huh? You're something else. But I'm with you if you're ready."
You couldn't believe it. "Reeeally?" You mused.
"Yesss." Sanemi echoed your tone, dragging out his answer like you did.
You wasted no time in positioning yourself just right so that you could guide him inside of you.
"I think I really enjoy this playful, meeting me where I am, San." You wiggled your bottom slightly, making sure you were perfectly perched on his member. "I may need to get hurt more often." You laughed lightly. Already heating up from having him inside you.
"Not funny. Too soon." Sanemi replied, his grip tightening around your waist, while the hand that was lightly resting atop your head tangled into your hair, pulling your head back gently.
Before you could say anything else he kissed just below your ear. It was soft and it was sensual. It set the tone for the night.
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You had been laying together, in all your post sex bliss, for atleast an hour. Mostly just cuddling or caressing one another. You could tell Sanemi had something on his mind which is why you stayed quiet. You appreciated that he didn't push you away and was being almost romantic. Even if just for the night, you wouldn't take it for granted.
Of course, unbeknownst to you, Sanemi was truly relieved you were okay. After all of this time, he wouldn't be able to go on the way he used to if something happened to you. He genuinely cared for you.
It's why you were shocked to hear the uncertainty in his tone when he asked you a question.
"What happened? Last night I mean. Do you want to talk about it?
It took you a few seconds to answer. To be honest, you don't remember anything after he, or it, grabbed you.
Answering truthfully, you told Sanemi just that.
"Do you remember what it looked like?"
"No."
He nodded. "I guess that could be a good thing for you."
You could tell he wasn't satisfied with your answer.
"I can try to remember." You told him.
He shook his head. "No, it's okay. Don't worry about it. No need to have any bad memories." He said running his hand down your back soothingly.
"I'm sorry."
"No more of that," he answered.
"If I remember anything, you'll be the first to know." You smiled lightheartedly.
"Thanks." He said. "Now, get some rest."
You smiled but said nothing as you followed his orders. You turned away from him, now facing the window, with your back against his chest. You grabbed the hand that was on your back and pulled it to your chest.
Sanemi got the memo, and scooted closer, securing you against him in a warm embrace.
He kissed your temple and said "goodnight".
"Goodnight San." You mumbled before easily drifting off into sleep. Unaware of just how much rest you needed.
"I love you."
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What If: Douma Edition
DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.
Warnings: Douma IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos.
The cold silence pursed from a smile once faked and forced but now oh so full of life he never thought he'd ever be able to feel before now. Before he met HER. Sure the navigation was still rocky and if he was being completely honest, there was still a long way for him to go before he does make any one Hundred percent clear sense of it all.
"Let me get this straight. So you're upset that your fiance wants to call off the engagement but you say that because the engagement was made by her father that she can't call off the arrangements? But she says that because her father died it's not up to him or you anymore and she can break it off if she wants to?....Am I understanding this right?"
Emotions sure were tricky. Previously he could just sit down and listen to hundreds of rambles without being ....Annoyed? Yes. That was the new emotion he was now able to feel. Suddenly faking and mimicking everything became genuinely harder. Sigh. He really needed to schedule in more vacation days with Master Muzan and Kokushibo-...No. No. He'll ask Mistress Rei instead. She'll be more sympathetic to his requests. Meanwhile he was staring at a young couple in their early twenties sitting in front of him from his compound demanding that he help settle this annoying matter.
The man nodded firmly before pointing at him. "Yes. You even blessed this engagement yourself two years ago, Lord Douma."
"Oh riiiiight. I remember that." No he didn't. He blessed so many marriages and engagements and divorces that he literally lost count of them all at this point. He waved a hand and forcibly smiled wider. "Such a happy time."
"Not anymore. She wants to leave me to marry another man! Surely you can see that we're meant for one another! You blessed our marriage so surely the gods see that too right!?"
Oh gods it was one of these days. Sigh. The woman had remained mostly silent throughout this entire ten minute rambling and just stared surprised at his chest. Usually he'd be flattered but he was too annoyed with this to care. Instead his hand reached up to shift something further up on his chest.
"And has your fiance tried talking about this to you already?," he asked tilting his head. Platinum blonde locks of hair shifting with him. "Maybe she didn't even want this. Surely she's given her reasons."
"She has! But they're all nonsense! If she didn't want this marriage then she should've said so at the very beginning!"
The woman finally looked away from the thing on his chest and glared at him. "I DID!! But my father wouldn't listen! I wouldn't be engaged to a man like YOU otherwise!"
All the yelling was starting to not only annoy him but make a fuss of another. He couldn't deal with this anymore. He had an appointment to keep and he wouldn't be late because of a petty lovers' quarrel. So he smiled widely at them.
"I have a perfect solution for the both of you." Both instantly stopped and looked as he pointed at the man. "You're a young healthy man. I'm ordering you to consult my compound's matchmaker to find you a new engagement." The man looked shocked as he then pointed at the woman. "And you go marry whoever you want to. Now that that's settled, this meeting is now over!" He quickly stood up from the large comfortable pillows and plucked up a big bag with him. "Excuse me. I have an appointment to keep somewhere else."
"But-...B-But Founder!," the man called after him but he ignored it in favor of walking over towards the side door leading out of the room and to his private courters.
With his brisk legs it didn't take too long to step outside of the room and close the door behind him. A sigh of relief escaped his cold lungs as soon as he heard the door slide shut behind him. A chuckle to his left gave him another but smaller twinge of annoyance.
"Not easy to get through today's meetings, Sir?" Kaleidoscope rainbow irises turned to an older woman. Her wrinkled face smiled amused at the younger man. "You've been taking more breaks than usual."
For once in his life he frowned. "Your words wound me. I thought my top helper would know better than to criticize hard work." A hand reached up to pluck a hat from his head. "Cancel anything else for me this week. I'm leaving for the Infinity Castle for a bit."
"Another meeting with Master Muzan? Or .. perhaps something else more familial?" She chuckled waving a hand to the object on his chest making him frown (pout-) more.
"Neither! I'm simply on my way to see my wife!" He finally smiled lighting up more. "My Happy is surely expecting me as we arranged it in advance."
He was so happy to finally get out of there for a while and ask (pester-) Nakime into teleporting him to the Infinity Castle or more Specifically the Dwell. It felt like a breath of fresh air as he stood in front of the familiar giant home one sound of a biwa strum later. He was happy to practically skip up to the door that instantly opened and a servant greeted him. But he paused seeing the object he carried with him... Before turning away to hide a snort. He rose a brow..but didn't bother with him to just skip a long... However he did notice all the amused or awestruck faces he got as he walked along the fancy corridors.
This had been going on for the entire month. Why wasn't anyone taking him seriously!?
He frowned(pouted-) and continued along with the bag in hand until he came across a familiar corridor and briskly walked faster Until he stopped in front of the door smiling wider then ever. A hand reached up and knocked loudly on the fancy oak wood door loud enough to echo throughout the hall. It did not take too long for him to get an answer.
"Come in," a woman's voice called from within.
He wasted no time sliding the door open fast enough to almost slam it open and practically jump into the room locking onto a woman inside. "Oh my darling, Lotus Bloom!~"
You lazily rose a brow and looked up at the tall demon in the doorway closing the book in your hands. "You're three hours late."
Douma ignored you dropping the bag in his hands and persisted in rushing in, dropping to his knees next to you, and affectionately grabbing your hand in his hands. "My Angel.~ My light.~ My colors.~ My Happy!~ Oh how I missed you so!"
"It's only been a month," you deadpanned.
He ignored that in favor of pressing his head against yours. "I was so loooonly without you. I wanted my wife so baaaaaad. I missed you so much!" A pucker of his lips followed as he puckered up and leaned in for an obvious kiss but stopped when a hand pressed against his mouth and pushed him back.
"You're over dramatizing things again, Douma. What took you so long? We agreed on a time and you promised to show up then."
He pouted again. "It wasn't my fault! My meetings take up so much time! Oh Y/n! Everyone's been so mean to me all month! They all keep looking at me like something's funny and no one's taking me seriously! I don't know why!" He whined.
You rolled your eyes before holding up a hand. "Maybe THIS is why." Your finger wiggled and was instantly snatched up by a chubby little hand.
Douma blinked before looking down at the platinum blonde haired infant strapped to his chest. His son giggled again and stared at you both with eyes of different shades of blues and purples. ".....Oh. Why would they be amused by this?" He gestured to himself. "I'm a good daddy! I always make sure he's with me."
You finally snorted amused. "Well seeing someone intimidating like you just walking around with a cute chubby baby on your chest would make you look a bit funny."
He pouted harder. "I'm a good dad!" He retorted crossing his arms. "I take care of, Lotus. And spend time with him! I'm good at daddy-ing!"
You again snorted at his choice of words and finding it easy people would be amused by his attitude on top of being a new dad but you both were still getting used to the custody arrangement. Douma can't be here all the time because of his duties and you didn't want to live in his compound, and you weren't going to force Rui to live there with his dislike of Douma already and his old family there. So you two formed an arrangement. You'd both take turns taking on Lotus until he can decide where he'd rather live once he was old enough. Each of you taking him for an entire month until the last day where you switched. It'd been five months now and so far it seemed to work out fairly well for everyone aside from Douma's pouting. You two hadn't made a big deal of telling a lot of people about Lotus yet still getting used to it so it was a bit surprise for a lot of people to find out that Douma was suddenly a father.
You patted his cheek peeking him back up instantly. "Yes you are. And people finding you cute being a dad isn't a bad thing. It just means they know you're doing the best you can."
He smiled leaning in closer as Lotus cooed mindlessly. "Yes...So where is the young one?"
"He's training with Akaza today. Although I think they'll be back soo-"
You didn't even get to finish talking before the door slid open again and you both looked up. Both of you met the eyes of Akaza and Rui. No doubt Akaza had come to bring Rui home. All four of you stared silently at one another awkwardly before Douma sat back up to wave a hand excitedly at the link haired demon with a big grin. Akaza's eyes bugged out of his skull seeing the cooing baby strapped to the blonde's chest. He stared before looking at you, then at the baby, then at Douma, and then at the baby again.
"Hi, Akaza-dono! Did you finally come to see your best friend's son!? I'm AMAZING at daddy-ing!"
Akaza looked utterly, clearly, absolutely, so matter of factly, terrifyingly so, so, so, so HORRIFIED. "Oh dear gods no. THEY'RE MULTIPLYING!!"
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──;; 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 ★☆
★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: most of them are not really "toxic", but definitely kind of annoying 🙄
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☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: neteyam, lo'ak
☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: annoying boys, i'm gonna make more parts, not proof read, kinda icks
☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: no
── ‹✶ʾʾ NETEYAM !
- over protective
He's an older brother, being a control freak was laid in his crib. There's no place you can hide from him and he will not let you out of his eyesight.
Good luck lol
- lectures you every damn time
You tend to get in trouble, mostly because of Lo'ak, but when Neteyam finds out that you, once again, did something stupid, he will definitely give you an hour long speech about how stupid that was, etc.
Don't even try to argue with him, you'll lose.
── ‹✶ʾʾ LO'AK !
- he's very petty
If you have a fight, he will hold it against you for weeks. He doesn't care, he will definitely ignore you for a while too. Giving you the silent treatment is one of his hobbies.
Turns Tuk against you. She'll think you were mean to her brother.
Lo'ak is a monster fr
- he's brutally honest with you
When you go to complain to him about something, he'll tell you when you're in the wrong.
That, naturally, pisses you off, which also ends up in a fight. Being honest is not a bad trait, but it's very annoying when you can't even rant to him, and he only points out the mistakes you made.
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