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qlossytbh · 2 months

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐮!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 you and spencer seem to have a lot more in common than you let yourself on to. (based on 1x22)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 brief spoilers for 1x22, strauma dumping between reader and Spencer, the two of them have fucked up childhoods, sexual tension (?), fem!reader, mentions of schizophrenia, mentions of depression and attempted suicide, reader has a fucked up dark humor (don’t we all!)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 3.3k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 this was honestly just an idea that came to me while watching season one finale, he’s just so *chefs kiss* and I wanna give him a hug. BY THE WAY IM ONLY ON SEASON TWO SO DONT SPOIL. i feel like it’d be super funny for season 1/2 Spencer to be with someone with a super sarcastic and twisted humor

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ੈ✩‧₊˚

It was an uncomfortable silence if you were being quite honest.

You acknowledged how the events of that day personally affected Spencer— you really did.

It felt as if the air was thick and both of you wanted to speak but none of you considered doing so. You glanced over at Spencer from your spot next to one of the file drawers, letting your mind wonder on how he was holding up.

You saw him shift in his seat on the couch while his eyes scanned through a few of the files that sat comfortably in his lap.

It had never even occurred to you— what Spencer's mother had been through. Earlier, while she was helping out with the case, things seemed normal. Sure, she was a little reserved and seemed constantly on edge, but you thought that was just another one of her odd traits.

However, when you and Morgan were covering for Reid earlier today, he practically jumped head first into a room with a bombed UnSub that was keeping Rebecca Bryant hostage.

You thought you misheard, but Spencer briefly started mentioning his mother and then stated very explicitly that she was borderline schizophrenic. You looked over at Morgan in shock.

Spencer was one of those people who had always been a closed book when it came to himself, because god knows he loved to talk about other things. It was like a type of distraction, the consistent talking.

Since you and Spencer had become friends he never really talked much about himself. He always preferred hearing you ramble on about whatever it was getting you worked up or irritable. He found it massively endearing when you'd arrive at work and immediately start venting rapidly and furiously about something as stupid as your abhorrence towards slow drivers.

Spencer could be a little more uptight and calculated, struggling to let loose while you however, usually took most things with humor. You joked around— sarcasm being your main powerhouse of humor, which unsurprisingly was very hard for Spencer to catch onto. You found yourself regularly explaining to Spencer that you were only joking. Never had it annoyed you, you only felt able to find it cute.

But that's exactly why you and Spencer worked so well. Spencer's grounded way of thinking encouraged you to see things in a different light and he brought the best out of your critical thinking. He worked as a real life anchor and you helped Spencer get out of his overthinking, grounding him and helping him see things with a little less, eloquently.

What you lacked he recompensted, and what he lacked you recompensated. The two of you filled the gaps the other was missing. And it’s why the two of you understood each other so much.

But in situations like the one you were currently in, you truly wondered how much he could be potentially hiding about himself. You felt like you knew him so well but at the same time, you knew absolutely nothing.

You began wondering if that’s what drawed you in so badly. Spencer appeared to have so much he was hiding and all you wanted to do was insert yourself into his head and dissect every and any thought possible. You truly wanted to understand his way of thinking— those things that, essentially, made him, him.

You shifted on your heels, sneaking glances at him and trying to figure out the best way to go about was. Because by the way his knee bounced nervously and the familiar furrow in his brow, you knew his head was racing uncontrollably.

You needed the silence broken so without another thought, you set the file down, using a bit more force than preferred and made your way to the couch he was sitting on. He sat on the left side, allowing his elbow to rest on the arm rest while he continued scanning his eyes through the papers that sat in his lap.

Without a single word, you sat on the farther right side of the cushion and faced him. Your eyes bored into the side of his face and after a few seconds, he turned to you, feeling your piercing gaze on him.

You narrowed your eyes. "What's going on in that pretty big brain of yours?"

He fumbled with the papers in his lap, growing nervous. He opened his mouth to answer but clamped it shut.

He started, gesturing to the papers “Uh, I'm reading through the various files about the case and how we—"

"No— I mean, how are you?"

He looked at you, severely muddled. A smile ignited onto his face, tugging at the corner of his mouth like your sudden antics humored him. "I'm....good?"

"Good..!" You continued, suddenly feeling your cheeks grow hot. This was severely embarrassing "Great, yeah. That's— uhm, great."

There was a silence, again. You were beginning to hate silence. You looked down at your hands and nervously played with the rings that sat comfortably on your fingers. This was harder than you thought it was going to be.

"You're blushing," He stated bluntly, scanning your face. Your eyes suddenly blew wide and you felt yourself choke on your own air. "Which either means you're feeling embarrassed, or nervous, or—"

"What? No!—" You grumbled and pointed a warning finger at him. "Don't go all profiler on me. We’re not talking about me—“

"But didn't I specify that I was doing good...?" He asked, sounding genuinely perplexed. You deadpanned at your best friend and he suddenly grew small under your gaze. You dragged a hand across your face with a groan.

"Spence, thats not what I meant—“ You looked him in the eye and took a breath. "Are you ok?"

Spencer definitely took his time answering. You sat there, probably looking somewhat stupid waiting for his answer as all he did was scan your eyes, looking for— you didn’t really know what he was looking for.

Spencer was confused. He tried rolling back on something he had told you that’d cause your brows to furrow as deeply as they did. Realizing he wasn't catching on, you continued.

"You know for someone as smart as you, you sure are slow," You shoved his foot with your own and smiled at him. "I didn't know about your mother."

"Oh.." He then slumped with realization as a weak smile reached his face. He looked down at his files and fumbled with the corner of one of them, folding and unfolding it gently.

"Yeah, 'oh'," You teased. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Spencer trusted you more than life itself, he knew he could tell you but right now he felt this distinctive piercing anxiety that was causing him to shift nervously around you. Vocally admitting something that he may have some underlying issues with, letting you know that, terrified him.

It was hard for you as well. You cared about him and if you were to guess with what you know about Spencer, you'd take a wild one that opening up isn't his favorite thing to do. Thinking he could be potentially going through things without anyone to talk to you made you sick to your stomach.

You couldn't blame him though, you had the same problem. He looked up at you and just watching you, waiting for him patiently to tell you anything was enough to make him crack.

"Schizophrenia is a life long illness," He said. "Her meds keep her stable but she still has bad days at the sanitarium."

You nodded your head softly as all your attention was suddenly directed to him and only him. "I don't remember much about when she was first admitted but I do remember that she used to always read me these poems."

You smiled warmly, and he followed suit. When his gaze switched from you to the wall in front of him, you opened your mouth to speak. "How come we never realized you ever leaving to go see her or visit her?"

"Because I didn't," He admits. His brows furrowed faintly. You sat in silence, pushing for him to continue speaking. "I don't."

"How come?" You asked. He shook his head and pulled his lips into a straight line. He didn't really have an answer to what you had just asked, even though you’d hope he would.

His shoulders shrugged slightly as he seemed at a loss of words. "I think it's because in some weird, meticulous, twisted way I see myself when I see her."

"I write her letters everyday, just so I don't feel— you know, guilty, but knowing that schizophrenia is genetically passed on—" He shook his head, not even wanting to finish that thought.

"Spence," You said, shaking your head with furrowed brows. "I didn't know."

He looked at you and got deeply intimidated with the concern in your eyes so he attempted to brush you off. "You— You had no way of doing so,"

"I mean yeah, I guess.."

Yet another silence dwelled upon the room and you found your head racing at a thousand miles per hour. Thinking back and forth as to how you could have possible missed it.

Spencer looked over at you, alarmed by your sudden silence. He saw your gaze glued onto the ground and knew instantly that something was up. He noted how the corner of your lips were tugged tightly to the side and the soft familiar crinkle in your brow— how could he not tell that you were overthinking this? It was as clear as day, at least to him.

"What's going on in that pretty brain of yours?" He quipped, nudging your foot and causing you to snap out of your trance.

You felt the urge to laugh. Your favorite thing was when Spencer teased because it was so out of character of him. It was one of his scarcest traits, but it did exist in him when he wanted it to.

Not entirely ready to talk about what had awoken in your head, you decided to joke around. "How come you get ‘pretty big brain’ but I only get ‘pretty brain’?”

You could physically see it in his eyes— how he rescanned and revisited your conversation, immediately growing nervous at the possibility that he had offended you in any way. "You calling me stupid, Dr. Reid?"

"What? No! I meant—" He shook his hands franticly, turning his body to face you, face growing red. "That you can uhm, also have—"

You let out a soft laugh and he stopped, clamping his mouth shut. "You’re joking,”

The collar of his shirt acutely grew tight. When the sound of your laughter filled the room he could feel everything stop. He could feel every inch of his skin melt off and into a pile of putty on the ground. His cheeks grew hot and were practically burning to the touch.

You leaned forward, giving the end of his tie a soft pull. "Now look who's blushing."

You let him go with a laugh, and fell back shaking your head while Spencer's breaths grew even shallower, growing more nervous by the second.

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at the floor, smile fading slightly.

"I get it," Your words had taken Spencer off guard. He looked over at you but your gaze remained on the floor.

"What—" His voice came out all wobbly so he quickly cleared it out as embarrassment seeped in. "What do you mean?"

"You're not alone with all the— fucked up family melodrama crap," You shrugged and spared him a glance, one of true empathy and not some made up bullshit. "I get it."

Spencer watched you closely and realized, due to your body language, basically just by knowing you, that something was up. He waited intently, expecting you to go on further— knowing you would.

You brought one of your knees to your chest while the other hung off the couch. "I remember when my sister was admitted to a psych ward, I had this huge inner turmoil, kind of similar to what you telling me about now with your mom."

You’d never shown any signs of having this going on in your personal life that he almost felt stupid for not seeing it, but you knew how to hide things pretty damn well. You'd always been so put together, and the brightest light in every room.

It was crazy how someone could be going through the worse and can hide it so well.

"She was severely depressed, she tried to end her life like, four times?" You rested your chin on your knee and laughed to yourself. "Lost count after a while."

Your face fell in realization "That's not funny—"

It wasn't a topic or time to joke around. He smiled to himself, finding your dark twisted humor somewhat concerning, but also endearing.

"Anyways, the first few times didn't really take a toll on me, and I'm not sure I can say why," You paused. "Maybe I just didn't allow myself to feel because I knew that if I did, I'd fall apart and I couldn't let that happen,”

You picked at a small fuzz on the end of your pants “I didn't want anyone to know what had happened and maybe if I avoided doing so, I could also pretend like it never happened but the time she ended up in the hospital was scary, to say the least."

"I had called 911 and she couldn't be alone before the ambulance arrived. When I tried to stop her from leaving the house, she attacked me," You took a deep breath and smiled. "Couldn't even do anything about it,"

"She got taken to the hospital and I never spoke to her again," You shrugged, pulling your lips into a straight line. "Things just fell apart after that but, I don't feel guilty about not seeing her... I think."

"I offered her help and comfort, time and time again, after every attempt, I'd always tell her that I was right here if she needed me." You shrugged. "I wasn't going to let her treat me like that after I had offered to help so many times, theres a certain point where you just can't help anymore, it’s hard to when they don’t want to be helped. I had to accept it wasn't something I could fix, as much as I wanted to."

Something about seeing and listening to someone's vulnerabilities and deciding to stay around was so sacred to you. Being the comedic relief for others was your way of avoiding letting anyone know and see your darkest sides, but somehow Spencer gave you enough security to let that go and be fragile with him— you felt protected.

"Look at us," You gestured. "Bonding over deep rooted family trauma's."

He shook his head and let out a laugh that was music to your ears.

"You know," He quipped, finding your eyes again. "It’s crazy how most people don't know what's going on with someone else until they directly tell them, no matter how close they are,"

"Here, people usually tell me their secrets all the time, so I know a lot about others" He shrugged with a smile, diverting his eyes from you once again and right into his lap. "I think it's cause they know I don't have anyone to betray them too."

You frowned. Is that really what he thought? That he had no one to go to? He shot you a grin from the side. "Except my mother, I tell her pretty much everything."

"I knew you were a Momma's boy," You accused, letting the playful glint in your eyes reach his. He rolled his eyes.

“I hope you told her about me,” You joked. “I’d be severely devastated if you haven’t.”

It was initially meant to land as small banter but Spencer’s eyes discernibly softened, looking down at his hands as if somewhat reminiscent of a fond memory. “I did actually,"

Your laugh faded but your smile still remained— Affectionate and soft, and directed only towards him. He looked up at you, attempting to scan every depth beneath your eyes bit by bit.

As the pulse in your throat throbbed against your neck, you scooted forward on the couch, allowing yourself to be closer to him. He swallowed thickly, before you took his hand into your own.

"I think with what you said before," You started, looking at his hand in your own while your fingers carressed his knuckles delicately. "People go to you because they know they can trust you— and not for the reasons you think they do,"

"I haven't told anyone about my sister, and I didn't tell you with the security that you wouldn't tell anyone because you don't have anyone to tell," You looked at him. "I told you with the security of the very own trust that I have in you, because you’re— well, you,”

Never before had Spencer proved to you that you weren’t someone he could confide in, and how stupid did you believe it to be that he thought he was only there to be a secret inbox.

He was so much more than what he thought of himself.

Just like you had stated before, you and Spencer brought the best out of each other, even if that meant talking about the worst.

You then signaled him to open his arm, enough to give you some proper space. "Scooch."

You fumbled around before letting yourself fall into his side, cuddling into him as much as you could and letting his arm drape around your shoulder. You grabbed his free hand and interwinded it with yours, smiling at how irrevocably perfect his hand felt in yours.

Your face flushed at the newfound proximity, but it felt too good and too natural that you didn't have it in you to overthink. Spencer somehow just complied to your wishes, immediately allowing his body to relax into yours.

After a while of the two of you basking in each other's touch and comfort, you pulled away momentarily. "Also, if you ever scare me again the way you did today—“

Spencer knew you were talking about dropping his gun and jumping head first into danger, but he listened tentatively at your warning nonetheless.

“I will make it my personal job to make your life a living hell."

He rolled his eyes laughing, and pulled you closer into his side."Yes ma'am"

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pokemon-ash-aus · 1 year

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We had a rain prompt :) - and some writing along with it

Creative Prompt: OC in the Rain

Mewtwo grumbled, flicking their tail angrily at the smaller Mewtwos floating around them.

They had been babbling nonsense for the better part of an hour, never seeming to shut up and only continuing to grate on their nerves.

Boys- They called themselves- seemed to have an impossibly annoying voice that ran on an on for hours on end.

They didn't speak like them, not psychically, they spoke vocally.

Something rumbled, loud and crass that had Mewtwo turning wildly, electricty crackling off their fur as they attempted to locate the pokemon stupid enough to make a noise.

"Oh great, its gonna rain." The purple one- Indigo? had sighed, eyes lighting up purple.

A protect circled his head- a familiar looking purple shield already forming.

The black one- Ash- made a weird noise, his face stretching into smile.

"Baby," Brown eyes darted to them, wincing back and glancing away nervously. "Doesn't matter, Let's keep going."

Mewtwo huffed, carefully following along Indigo's steps and forming a Protect above their head.

The Sky- who knew it made noises- continued to rumble before Indigo hissed about 15 minutes later.

"Let's go above the trees." Ash touted happily, darting up before they could even saw a word.

"ASH!" Indigo darted up and Mewtwo had no choice but to follow.

The treetops were a lot brighter than the leaves below, a subtle change that had Mewtwo relaxing slightly.

But they were wet.

They glanced up, surprise coloring their face as their shield began to dribble water off the sides.

"WHEEE!"

"Why are you like this!?"

"Its just a lil water Go!"

"I hate you!"

They glanced to the side, watching Indigo curl under his shield, shaking near violently as Ash moved around freely in the falling water, spinning as fur began to drag down.

Tilting their head, Mewtwo reached out.

Water touched their hand and slowly drenching their fur.

Mewtwo reeled back, surprised by how *cold* it was.

The water Pitter pattered againdt their shield and they slowly reached out with both hands, barely tensing when the water coated their hands.

They barely registered the two younger Twos rounding around them.

Ash was drenched but sniling, giving them a confused stare.

"Whats the matter Mewtwo?" He asked, tilting his head.

"You're acting like you've never seen rain before." Indigo huffed out, crossing his arms across his chest as his eyes screwed closem "Fuck it's freezing."

"Swear Jar!"

"Screw you!"

"Rain?" They interrupted the boys banter, pulling back and stretching out their hands, feeling the water dribble between any dry spots between their fingers. "Is that what this is?"

The boys glanced at each other.

"You never seen rain before?" Indigo tilted his head, like he couldn't fathom the thought.

Their face screwed up in defense, crossing their arms and shivering as their wet hands touched their dry fur.

"I know Rain Dance." They touted harshly, glaring at the duo. "But i didn't see any Pokemon anywhere."

"It's cause its not Rain Dance, It's real rain." Ash supplied- unhelpfully in Mewtwo's opinion. "Come on, drop your shield, Rain is so much different when it's Natural!"

"Indigo still has it." Mewtwo argued, pointing at the Purple tailed two who looked like a Sawsbuck caught in a fight.

"That's cause he's a baby." Ash grinned again, this time sharper- but playful. "Come on!"

"I'm not a baby." Indigo grumbled, giving them a glance. "You can always put it back up, I just dont like Rain."

"Or Water!"

"Ash, Shut your mouth!"

Mewtwo ignored their yelling, gkancing at the rain still falling.

Slowly their protect shrunk, water beginning to pepper their fur from the top down.

It felt really weird on their gem, the first droplets chilling them to their core.

Other than that it felt...

Nice?

The rain was cool but the gentle pittering was soothing in a way they never felt before.

Mewtwo stayed still, closing their eyes and letting the rain soak them down to their skin.

This was nice.

#pokemon #mewtwo #babytwo #rain #prompt #art

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c0ffee-stain · 2 years

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HIII! i wanna request a five x fem!reader where they like hate each other but the reader always goes to five if theyre anxious or nervous and like when they saw the kugelblitz they like held onto fives hand for like comfort and five was like 🤔😳 and didnt let go or do anything then after (at the like party) five pulled them aside and kinda asked them abt it and theh got pretty nervous and their ears turned really red (five notices this) and they were like “just instinct” and walked away

then at the wedding (blackout drunk) five asks again and the readers like “oh yeah” and they both stare at each other and just start laughing

THEN LIKE theyre goofing around and they go silent and just stare at each other and the reader glances to his lips and then after a couple seconds they kiss and theyre like pretty awkward but then they both get the message so they kiss again.. and then they go to the room (AGAIN THEY R COMPLETELY DRUNK) and just pass out in each others arms

when they wake up the reader flies up from fives arm and is like “oh shit” then fives like ”what was that abt” “i literally hate you dont even.. what typa girl do u take me for?” and then five says “hey my head might be reeling and the world might be spinning but didnt we kiss.. like 5 times” the reader is completely shocked by this cuz they remember VERY CLEARLY and theyre like “uhm no.. what? r u ok?” theyre whole body is red and flamming atp. the readers like checking themselves in the mirror and five creeps up behind them, puts his head on their shoulder and is like “so why is ur lipstick on my chin and on the corner of my lips?” “cuz ur a freak” “ur face and ur ears are very red right now” THE READER IS ON THE VERGE OF DYING “..im hungry ill see you later weirdo.. dickhead…asshole.” five grabs the readers forearm and kisses them..🤭 the reader looks at five and fives like “do you like me?” “no fuck off” five points at the lipstick and they kiss him “maybe a little bit. or a lot.” “oh?” “okbyeseeyoulater” the reader walks out and five shouts “i love you” “SAME” the reader says while running down the hall to the bathroom.

THIS WAS PRETTY LONG IM SO SORRY!! 😞 HAVE A GOOD ONE LOVE YA!

Instincts like no other

F.Hargreeves x f!reader

The kugelblitz. Ball of lightning. Apocalypse no.3. Whatever you'd prefer to call the glowing orb of an abomination containing hundreds and thousands of mini blackholes collapsing into themselves at an alarming rate. It was living proof that everything we've attempted to do to stop the apocalypse was for nothing.

All the pain, all the sacrifice, all the bloodshed...

It was ultimately done for nothing.

Soon enough I was going to join the billions of victims that were obliterated by the kugel-waves, and let myself slip into the eternal sleep of death.

I knew it was going to be swift. I probably won't even notice the atoms of my body dissolve all at once. But no matter to how painless the death was going to be, I couldn't help but be terrified of that eternal darkness that was mere hours away from consuming me whole.

Absolutely terrified.

Well, that was if the plan brought up by Sloane and Five came to an abrupt failure, which would cause one of the largest and catastrophic kugel-waves to ever be produced, wiping out all remaining things in existence.

I held my breath and bit down on my tongue as I watched Sloane activate her power and levitate over the kugelblitz. She then began to manipulate its own gravity, condensing the orb. On signal, Viktor and Lila produced a sphere of energy to encase the kugelblitz and keep its vibrations constant.

I held my breath and bit down on my tongue. Everything could go so wrong so quick. The slightest alter of its vibration and... boom. We all cease to exist. I dug my nails into my palms, leaving multiple crescent marks that were deep enough for anyone to see.

I turned my head, noticing a certain Hargreeves standing beside my anxious figure. Five Hargreeves. One of the most annoying people I had ever met. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked. It all contributed to my burning hatred for the man-child, and vice versa. However, despite the hatred between the two of us, we had also formed an odd sort of trust while preventing the past apocalypses. One very different to the one we had whilst working as the analyst who assigned his tasks in the field back at the Commission. That was based on pure survival instincts. But this...

This was based on a trust that no matter what grudge we held against the other, we'll still be there by each others side.

It was calming and familiar. And at this point, that was all I needed.

Subconsciously, I let my hand slip into his and squeezed it tightly both from fear and the need to be close to someone that I understood. And ironically, he was the most complicated person that I knew.

Unbeknownst to Five, he served as a sort of safe haven to me. Someone I could go to and just bathe in their presence when feeling anxious or overwhelmed. Even something as pointless as an argument over the best sugar to coffee ratio would wash away my worries. But the problem was that I hate him.

How could I feel this way towards somebody I hate?

Probably just my hormones going crazy from being aged down to my ripe 18 year old self.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Hormones.

Expecting Five to give me an irritated look and push away, I was left surprised when he clenched my hand in response, grazing his thumb along my knuckles. I turned my head slightly to see a small tint of pink spread through his cheeks, and his eyes open slightly wider then usual in what seemed to be shock from both my action and his response.

I hate him and he hates me.

That's how it was meant to be.

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All of us watched eagerly as a pop of the cork and a fizzle followed by a burst of champagne erupted into the sky. Ben brought the bottle to his lips and let the alcohol shoot into his mouth.

Everyone neared their glasses and filled them with champagne to the brim and danced, celebrating the end of the third- first for the sparrows- apocalypse.

'Another one bites the dust' played loudly out of the boombox which suited the situation perfectly. I smiled watching both academy's dance to the beat together and at last, putting their differences aside.

I brought the glass to my lips and tilted my head back, allowing the drink to go down my throat. An arm wrapped around my shoulders bringing me close, making me almost spill my drink.

I looked up to see Lila grinning down at me before saying in a sing-song voice, "Someone's got the hots for Five..."

Luckily, the music was playing too loudly for anybody else to hear. I turned and faced the woman, trying to play off my face heating up as the alcohol simply taking effect. "Oh, yeah? Is it Christopher? Or one of Fei's crows?"

Lila laughed. "No, not quite. For starters its a girl around his age- both physically and mentally. She has h/c hair and gorgeous e/c eyes. Ring any bells?"

I opened my mouth only for the words to get stuck in my throat. Finally, I croaked out. "I don't... I don't know what you mean." I averted my eyes from Lila, slightly embarrassed, only to see Luther perform his… odd crab dance.

However, she smirked and nodded her head towards the right. I furrowed my brows and looked, only to see the one person I really didn't want to talk to, approach me.

"Y/n, can I talk to you?" Five then looked up at Lila who was now resting her chin on my head. "Alone." He stated more than asked.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds to it then. Don't have too much fun-" Before Lila could finish her sentence, Five had already blinked us both out of the hall and into a random room with a small coffee table and a few chairs.

"Um, what's up Five?" I attempted to ask casually but failed.

The boy looked at me, analysing my features with a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite understand.

"What was that earlier, y/n?" Five asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Once again, the words got stuck in my throat when I tried to respond. What would I even say to that? What did he expect me to say?

“When you held my hand," The boy asked firmer now. He wanted- no. He needed answers. "What was that?”

My face started to heat up and the tips of my ears burned red. Five noticed this almost immediately, helping him confirm some of the many thoughts that had been stirring in his mind for weeks now.

“Just instinct, I guess.”

Five watched as I walked away in a rushed manner, leaving him completely and utterly shocked.

Just instinct? Just instinct? No, that was nowhere near enough to satisfy the Hargreeves brain. To comfort himself from his never ending thoughts, Five returned to the conclusion that:

He hated me. And I hated him.

That’s how it was meant to be.

And that's how it was going to stay.

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“I pronounce you married as shit. Viva la apocalypse!”

When first hearing Luther and Sloane announce they were engaged within less than a week of knowing each other, much like everyone else, I thought it was insane to say the least. However, watching the two of them embrace the other, joy practically radiating off of their features, I still did think it was crazy. But, a good sort of crazy.

I think.

Sure, the universe was now doomed and half the people here were in the middle of an existential crisis, but when has that ever not been the case?

I didn't even have time to process the information before Sloane dragged me away and appointed me to be her maid of honour and assigned me all these tasks to accomplish in an unreasonable amount of time.

But in the end, it was worth it. Mostly because I was planning to get black out drunk... and another selfish reason. I was curious as to how an acquaintance of mine was going to look this evening. Was he going to be wearing one of his signature outfits that screamed 'old man' and 'no style', or was he going to be dressed similarly to how he used to when back at the Commission? With a striking black or navy suit with his hair slicked back and- I shook my head, trying to rack my mind free of all the impure thoughts running free.

Despite the effort, I was immediately winded when I first saw Five step out of the elevator, dressed exactly how I feared him to be.

I was screwed.

After the ceremony, everyone split into either small groups or by themselves as they went to occupy a table. I sat alone, letting myself criticize how careless I had become with my feelings- no, hormones, and how I let them take control of my actions.

I drowned myself with the bittersweet taste of alcohol trying to seek a sweet relief.

"Ah, y/n! How would you like to dance?" Klaus asked, dragging me by the forearm without bothering to hear my response.

I laughed, drunk, and let the man lead me to the dancefloor where the newlywed couple and Diego and Lila were dancing. He took my hands and started to jump around whilst shimmying. I copied him and laughed while the others jumped around, doing their own hilarious dances.

"Fun, right?"

"Yeah!" I exclaimed over the booming music.

"Hey, hey." Klaus hushed, discretely getting my attention. I furrowed my brows in response, waiting for the man to proceed. "I think Five wants to dance with you."

"What?"

"Yeah, he's been glaring at me the entire time. It's hilarious!"

I turned around, my eyes meeting the boys, before he quickly looked away and took another long sip of his drink. Klaus patted my back, signalling for me to go to him and went to join Ben.

I walked towards the lonely boy, stumbled actually from the large amount of liquor in my system, and stuck my hand out towards him. "Dance with me." I demanded.

"What?!"

I rolled my eyes, "Dance with me! It's the end of the world for Gods sake! Or are you scared?"

He raised an eyebrow and gave in to my request.

Five got up and let a cocky smirk adorn his features. "As long as you can keep up." He took my hand and pulled me in close, as a slow romantic song started to play. He placed a hand on my back and another holding mine.

"What's wrong? Never danced with a man before?" He asked, noticing my hesitance and the sudden tense of my body.

"Oh, please Five. You're hardly a man with that height. More of a passive aggressive toddler." I smirked, not missing a beat.

Five raised an eyebrow and tried to stop an amused smile from stretching on his lips. Eventually he laughed causing me to do the same.

Catching me off guard, he spun me around and dipped my body, staring at my drunken eyes, then to my lips and back. He finally lifted me back up and let his hand that supported my back, slide down to my waist.

"Watch it, Hargreeves."

"What, it's not like it's my fault." Five neared his lips to my ears and whispered, letting his breath that reeked of alcohol hit my skin. "It's just instincts, right?"

"I- um..." I cleared my throat. "I think you're drunk, Five."

"I think you're also drunk, y/n. Very drunk.”

“Piss off.” I muttered under my breath as I attempted to move away. But Five just pulled me back each time, his grip tighter on my waist.

“What was that about, y/n?” He squeezed my palm slightly, watching my face flush red. The boy chuckled deeply, gazing at my newly embarrassed figure.

Five couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to my lips for a second too long and let his mind wonder to how soft they'd feel pressed against his. Or how sweet they'd taste with the scent of bittersweet champagne lingering in my breath and most likely smeared on my lips. He wanted to kiss me all over, feel my body pressed against his. But he couldn't. However, the stunning red silk dress that hugged all my curves perfectly and the different liquors mixed in his system were only making it harder for him to deny all the feelings he had pent up for months- years even.

He hated me. But he needed me.

And unbeknownst to him, I was thinking the same thing.

As the song started to reach its climax, I noticed Five was deep in thought. "It seems I'm correct." I said, finally gaining his attention. The boy looked up to see me grin. "Little number Five got intimidated." I sang. My words swayed into the other at once, and my voice slightly slurred. My drunken confidence was back.

But unfortunately, not for long.

"Oh, really?"

I laughed and glanced at his lips as they formed into a small knowing smirk. I shot my eyes back up to see Five looking right at me with a look that filled me with both fear and excitement.

Lust.

The world seemed to stop spinning and the music and voices around us were silenced into incoherent muffles, until it was only the two of us gently swaying on the dancefloor.

No one else.

Just the two of us and our drunken lustful thoughts.

What a dangerous combination.

Five's hand slowly travelled to cup my face, as I placed my hands on the back of his neck. We both slowly pulled the other in, our lips merely millimetres away and staring at each other with half-lidded eyes. Finally, Five pulled me in unable to wait any longer, my lips hitting his for a gentle kiss. Five pulled me in closer by my waist so no space was left between us.

I pulled away and looked at the equally as flustered, maybe even more, Hargreeves.

"What just happened?" I breathed out, my heart hammering loudly against my chest. Whilst my thoughts were screaming at me to run and get away before it was too late, I secretly wanted it to be too late.

In the midst of the silence, we both grew eager to kiss once more.

"Fuck it." Five pulled me in once more for another kiss, one that immediately took my breath away. He was a rougher this time, and smirked once I started to kiss him back. His hand slowly slithered down to my thigh, making me gasp. I moved my hand to his hair, pulling it slightly, causing the boy to release the slightest groan. Out of breath, I pulled away and leaned my forehead against his. That's when I noticed we were no longer in the hall. Five had blinked us upstairs to the hallway opposite the endless row of hotel rooms.

We both looked at each other for a moment. Skin hot, breathing heavy, and minds intoxicated.

I grew impatient for the feeling of Five's breath entangled with mine, so I grabbed his tie and pulled him in.

We shared a long passionate kiss, our bodies slamming into nearby objects as we tried to find a free room. He lifted me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist. Five pushed my back against a door, only for it to slam open, making me fall back onto the carpeted floor with Five landing on top of me.

"Your ears are red..." He hummed. The boy placed a line of kisses along my jawline.

"Your whole face is red." I chuckled, half from the deep crimson hue on the boys face, and half from the ticklish feeling from Five's gentle kisses.

Five detached his lips from my jaw. "You're so beautiful, y/n."

I let a soft smile grace my lips and placed a flurry of kisses down his neck. "I could say the same thing about you, Five."

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"Shit..." I blinked my heavy eyes open and looked around my surroundings in a daze. My head was pounding from last nights accomplishments of finishing every drink that I found. And I had found a lot. That's when my eyes set to the male besides me who was sleeping peacefully, his arms wrapped around me as if I was a teddy bear.

"Oh, shit." I flew up from his arms, definitely waking the boy, and got off of the bed in a hurry. I looked around the unfamiliar room and down at my clothes, and sighed relieved.

"What's with the hurry?" Five asked, his voice deep.

"This can't be happening." I muttered to myself. "I literally hate you-"

Making me jump in surprise, Five blinked in front of me, slight confusion laced in his features. Even when being shocked with the fact that I was laying peacefully in his arms, I couldn't tear my eyes away from how good his dishevelled hair looked.

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

"You didn't hate me last night."

"What do you mean?" I asked clearly aware of last nights antics and was secretly praying that he didn't remember.

"I know I was blackout drunk but," I watched Five lick his lips and drag his fingers through his hair, which I couldn't doubt was attractive. "didn't we kiss...over 5 times?"

"What? No, not at all!" I forced out a laugh. I faced a large full length mirror and scanned my figure while neatening my dress. I noticed how hot and prickly my skin had become, and everytime my mind replayed last nights actions, it didn't help at all.

Five, deciding to torture me further by playing dumb, rested his chin on my shoulder and smirked. "Then why is there lipstick on my collar, darling y/n?"

I swallowed thickly. "Because you're a freak."

He traced his index finger over the shell of my ear. He placed a small kiss on my cheek and said, "Your face and your ears are very red right now. Perhaps redder than last night."

I opened my mouth to respond, only for my mouth to dry up and the words to be lost inside my throat. I had to get out. Now.

"I'm leaving."

"Why?"

"I'm hungry, dipshit."

"You're not even moving."

"Well, now I am." I walked towards the door, only for the boy to grab me by my forearm and give me a short surprising kiss on my lips.

I froze completely, staring at Five with wide eyes.

"Do you like me?"

"No get over yourself, weirdo."

However, no matter what I said, the boy would point to the lipstick smeared on his collar and even his neck.

"Maybe... Maybe a little bit." Five pulled me closer, his eyebrow raised. He was clearly amused with how this was all going.

"Or a lot." I looked away, not daring to meet Five's eyes.

"Oh?"

"Okay! See ya later!" I ran out of the room, smacking my cheeks to try knock me out of whatever daze a certain assassin had put me in.

But the second Five raised his voice and yelled, "I LOVE YOU!", all hopes for me to recover were gone as I practically burst into flames.

"ME TOO!"

I couldn't deny it any longer. I love him. Always have and always will. I love the way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked. It all contributed to my love for a certain Hargreeves with instincts just like mine.

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beepbeepstop · 2 years

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Stop the Tension

Summary: After getting your hair braided for the summer Oscar helps you rub oil on your scalp to relieve some of the tension Pairing: Oscar x Black!Reader Genre: Fluff Visuals

I watched as all the houses we passed by blend into a blur through the window. I wasn't able to truly focus on the environment that we were driving by. All I could focus on was the tight sensation on my scalp. Each part having its own different level of tension, and the braids having a slightly heavier weight that was almost unfamiliar. Whenever I move my head the slightest bit the weight shifts and the sharp pain takes turns on which side it wants to travel to, but at the same time I hear the nostalgic click and clack of the beads as they bounce off of each other. I lean my head against the window of the passenger window of Oscar's car and close my eyes. I feel his warm hand rub circles onto my exposed thigh.

"You okay, Mami" Oscar asks with a hint of concern in his voice.

"My head just hurts"

"I don't understand why you keep going back to that shop, knowing damn well that they be braiding tight as hell" he said slightly annoyed

"I want them to last Oscar. I don't have the time or money to be sitting up in a chair whenever I need my braids refreshed, because that shit was all loosey goosey"

"I have the money and time to take you to someone who isnt gonna braid your thoughts to the point where its gonna give you a headache" he chuckled

"They got the touch Oscar. You know them African Aunties be gripping with the strength of the ancestors whenever they braid"

Oscar and I made eye contact as we pulled up into the driveway of his house, and all we could do is laugh and smile at each other.

"You stupid for saying that" he said flashing his beautiful smile at me as he tries to hold back more of his laughs.

"Nah nigga you stupid. 'Braiding my thoughts' who fucking thinks of that" I say lightly hitting his shoulder as I laugh

"We're both stupid so get your dumbass in the house and I'll rub oil on your scalp to help loosen the braids up a little bit"

The moment the word oil left his lips I was already unbuckling my seatbelt and halfway out the door.

"Damn where you going" Oscar said grabbing my hand

"You said you were gonna rub oil on my scalp"

"Yea but why you rushing" he chuckled

"You dont gotta tell me twice. Hurry up papi"

The way I was rushing to the door you would've thought that Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Kreuger, the fucking Candyman or whatever scary shit that haunts your dreams was chasing me. All I know is that I was way too fucking excited for Oscar to put his fingers to good use on my scalp. The feeling of oil being rubbed into your scalp is an already enjoyable experience whether it be done by yourself or by someone else, but it's just something about Oscar that takes the feeling to a whole new level of almost ecstasy.

"Chop chop you got work to do"

"Damn patience is virtue (y/n)" Oscar said walking at the slowest pace I've ever seen. At first glance you wouldn't think he was moving until you see the dumb look on his face.

"Why you playing with me"

"Just be patient I'mma get there" he chuckles

"In like 40 fucking years, by the time you get here i'll be old ass grandma with a bunch of grandkids"

"Do you think our grandkids would be cute"

"Who said they were related to you. Keep this shit up and I might start homie hopping"

In the blink of an eye Oscar was towering over me on his porch

"That shit ain't funny (y/n)"

"Oh now you wanna stop playing when I wanna joke around"

"That didn't sound like a joke it sounded more like a warning" he says as he unlocks the door

"Good then you got my message loud and clear" I say smiling at him

"Hurry up and get your ass on the couch"

I giddily skipped over to the couch and sat down waiting for Oscar to bring over the oil. He walked out with a dropper bottle of the Mielle rosemary and mint hair oil.

"Oh okay I see you Mr. Big Baller bringing out the expensive oil. I feel all special"

"Shut up it was 15 dollars"

"Yea but look at this tiny ass bottle. I could've bought 3 bottles of wild growth with that money"

"Do you want your scalp oiled or no"

"Okay I'll shut up, go ahead and do your job"

I turned around and instantly felt the slick oil travel along the parts on my scalp. As Oscar moves the braids out of the way to get to different sections he rubs his fingers in a circular motions working the oil into my scalp. It felt heavenly the way his fingers glided between my braids. The cooling sensation of the oil easing the tension whilst lifting the pain leaving nothing but the feeling of his strong hands massaging my scalp.

"This is how bitches fall in love you know. You over here massaging you manifestations into my brain"

"So that means I should do this more often if I want you to stay in love with me"

"Yup, do this shit once a week and i'll be putty in your hands" I say closing my eyes

"You're already putty in my hands"

"Nigga shut up"

#oscar diaz x black oc #oscar x oc #oscar diaz x reader #spooky diaz #spooky x reader #black reader #oscar x black reader

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peoplesgraves · 2 years

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Fresh Meat

Yandere Wwdits X Witch Reader

“I don’t understand why we need a new roommate.” Nadia glares as Nandor obviously upset at the thought of yet another annoying housemate.

Nandor shrinks behind Guillermo the tiniest bit to avoid Nadja’s fury. “Well we’ve all been together a long time. It’s gotten a little stale and I think some fresh meat is just what we need. Right Lazlo?”

Both Nadia and Nandor look around for the other vampire before Guillermo speaks up. “He out attending to his…garden. Said he ‘couldn’t be fucked’ with this roommate thing.”

Nadia rolls her eyes and Nandor bears his fangs in a displeased frown. “The bloody donkey is leaving me to do it all on my own?”

“Fucking guy.”

The three sit in silence for a few minutes until there’s a knock on the door. “Ah the first applicant must be here. Guillermo go and fetch Lazlo, we should all do this together.”

Nadja begrudgingly stands to open the door. Her fingers ghost the knob but she stops short, speaking again. “Tell him if he doesn’t get in here, I’ll kill him”

Guillermo disappears outside and finally the string of prospective roommates begins. After almost 3 hours, the 3 vampires and even Guillermo are exhausted.

“Not one decent candidate in the whole lot. Not even a nice human so we could get a meal out of this.” Lazlo glares at Nandor “nice job Nandor”

Pretty soon the two are bearing fangs and hissing at each other while Nadja ignores them and Guillermo can only deadpan at the camera. The three vampires don’t notice as the door creaks open and one last candidate steps inside.

“Master? Master!”

“What Guillermo? Is this who you are now, yelling at your master?” Nandor looks equal parts annoyed and hurt but with both Lazlo and Nadja it’s pure annoyance.

Guillermo merely points to the new presence. Long past being upset with the vampires behavior.

the vampires scrutinize you carefully. It’s obvious that you’re not like them but you’re not fully like Guillermo either. You’re a different creature entirely.

Both Nandor and Lazlo are mesmerized by you right away while Nadja is a bit more stubborn. She too is drawn to you but still she manages to keep her wits. “No way. No way am I living with a fucking witch.”

“It’s either her or the guy with the tentacles” each vampire makes a face at the thought. So disgusted by the idea that they dont even bother asking you questions or do anything more than glance at your application.

It’s Lazlo who speaks first, something he’ll surely get earful for from his wife later. “Welcome to the house!”

Each vampire can feel their non existent heart beats speed up at the smile you give them.

#yandere vampire #yandere wwdits #yandere what we do in the shadows #yandere nandor #yandere nadja #yandere lazlo #yandere #yandere monster #yandere mythical creature

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briansastro10 · 1 year

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Day 7: First 9 days of Lancaster

The atmosphere is casual and bustling with activity. YANG sits at a table, looking determined. JAUNE and RUBY, both nervous and fidgety, take a seat across from each other.

Yang: *leaning forward* Alright, you two. We're here to have a good time, so let's break the ice! Jaune, Ruby, why don't you start by introducing yourselves?

Jaune: *looking down, mumbling* Uh, h-hi, I'm J-Jaune Arc. Nice to, uh, meet you…

Ruby: *nervously twirling her hair* H-hey, I'm Ruby Rose. It's, um, nice to meet you too…

Yang: *irritated* YOU ALREADY INTRODUCE YOURSELF 50 TIMES IN YOUR ROOM!!

the sudden burst didnt make the situation better, so Yang took a deep breath before she continue.

Yang: Calming down Why dont we open up with something new? How old are you two? Are you in any clubs?

Yang: energetically Alright, let's try something else. Since you both are in college, what courses are you taking?

Jaune: nervously I-I'm studying software engineering.

Ruby: softly I'm majoring in art.

Yang smiles, happy to see them sharing their academic interests.

Yang: So how's your course do you enjoy it?

Ruby: Y-yes..

Jaune: Y yeah..

Yang waited and realises they've finished their sentence, and to keep the conversation flowing she ask again.

Yang: That's great! You both have unique paths, combining creativity and technology. So, what about extracurricular activities? Are you involved in any clubs or groups?

Jaune and Ruby exchange awkward glances, clearly uncomfortable with the question.

Jaune: avoiding eye contact Uh, No… I haven't really joined any clubs.

Ruby: nervously Yeah, me neither.

Yang notices their hesitation and tries to think of another way to find common ground.

Yang: thinking Hmm, maybe you both know someone in common? Like a mutual friend or someone from your classes?

Jaune: shaking his head I don't think so. I don't go out often

Ruby: disappointed I haven't really had the chance to meet many people outside of my art class.

Yang pauses for a moment, realizing that finding a common friend might not be as easy as she thought.

Yang: annoyed Come on, guys! Stop with the Dry answers!! We need to find something to talk about. This is supposed to be an opportunity to get to know each other better.

Ruby and Jaune lower their heads, feeling guilty for their inability to keep the conversation flowing.

Just as Yang is about to scold them, both Ruby and Jaune's phones simultaneously emit a notification sound. They glance at their screens and see that their favorite game has released a new update with exciting gacha banners. They looked at each other, Not sure on how to make the first move

Ruby: Shyly Do you play that game too?

Jaune: U-mmm Yeah… I do, I've spend most of my free time playing it. There's a character I wanted to get.

Ruby: Ooh! Me too!! I've been trying to pull this one specific character for weeks! They have such powerful abilities.

Jaune: Smiles I actually managed to get that character recently! They're a game-changer, for sure.

Yang watches with relief as Ruby and Jaune engage in an animated conversation, their shyness fading away.

Yang: smiling See? You both have something in common that you're passionate about. It's a great conversation starter.

Ruby starts to feel happy. realises thats its nice to have someone to talk to.

Ruby: Hey Jaune, There's this mission that requires two player. Would you like to play with me?

Jaune: nervously I-I would love to! That sounds like a lot of fun.

Ruby's face lights up with excitement as they exchange shy smiles.

Yang: teasingly Looks like you two are hitting it off.

Ruby and Jaune both blush at Yang's remark.

Ruby: softly Y-yeah, Let's exchange numbers.

They take out their phones and quickly swap numbers, their fingers slightly trembling with nervousness.

Jaune: looking at the time Actually, I should probably get going soon. It's getting late.

Ruby: Oh, alright. Thanks for coming over and talking with me, Jaune.

Jaune: sincerely No problem, Ruby. I had a great time too. And don't worry, we'll play that mission together soon.

Ruby smiles, appreciating Jaune's reassurance.

Yang: Take Care Jaune

Jaune: Thanks a lot. I'll see you guys back.

Ruby and Yang bid Jaune farewell as he gathers his things and leaves the restaurant.

Ruby: Under her breath My.. First…

Yang: curious Hey, Ruby, is everything okay? You seem a bit flustered. Did you say something?

Ruby: looking down, blushing Oh, um, well… It's just that… this is the first time I've ever had a boy's phone number.

Yang: Well there's first time in everything.

Yang's eyes widen in surprise in her realization. That she introduce Her sister to a boy!!

Yang: *In her head* Face palming and hitting herself to an imaginary wall I've become the thing I've sworn to destroy!!

#rwby lancaster #rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #jaune arc x ruby rose #jaune x ruby #9 days of lancaster #9daysoflancaster23 #yang xiao long

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azumasoroshi · 1 year

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god i cant stop talking about shizaya it's 1:51 am

shizaya was literally built for outsider pov fics like their impact on ikebukuro is so huge in both izaya's behind-the-scenes manipulations and their blatant fucking destruction

i read a fic where kasuka described them as a tourist attraction which is the funniest shit ever

anyway you could like. walk down the street and see a knife embedded in some street sign and be like welp that's shizaya for you

there's so much you can do with outsider pov. obviously there's shinra who unfortunately is very aware that they're in love with each other but it's not like either of them would ever listen to him

but shinra can see the quieter ways they express their affection (established relationship, mutual pining OR mutual oblivious pining) in throwaway comments or furtive glances and stuff like that

like shizuo gets a phone call from someone while he's getting treated at shinra's and shinra can immediately tell it's izaya just from the way that shizuo's body tenses up with a weird sort of both aggravation and anticipation and he doesn't even realize that he's smiling and waves it off as one of those annoyed grins

or how izaya just doesn't stop talking about shizu-chan and is always planning something new to fuck him over

as opposed to erika who can see like. the clear glee in izaya's phase whenever he gets a rise out of shizuo + the fact that shizuo chases him so persistently and izaya will sometimes stick around instead of just taking off and continue to tease shizuo until he's caught his breath

kadota is more in the shinra category and celty is in the "god im so homophobic (but only for those two)" category and then you can have like the raira trio with their shallower but not unobservant perspectives

shiki is like izaya. bro. you had a job to do for me today so what is this?? and turns on the TV and it's just footage of izaya flirting with shizuo on main and izaya is like uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh not my fault that protozoan won't stop chasing me

and the tv shows shizuo getting hit by a billboard and izaya stopping and leaning over him and poking him in the cheek

and shiki just looks at izaya deadpan and izaya's like. well. id get in trouble if i killed him in the streets dont look at me like that shiki-san

OH AND SIMON simon is so unaffected i love whenever he's like "oh you're friends now? sweet come have some sushi" in fics as if he hasnt watched and prevented their beefing for like 10 years

it's just so good ugh the way their relationship is on clear display but also so hidden and instinctual but intentional

they are made of contradictions and opposites but that's what binds them so tightly together and that's why they try to keep their distance but can't help chasing after each other anyway GFJFDKHKHHSJSKHGKGDKJSD

#shizaya #I WAS JOKING WHEN I SAID I WOULD FILL UP THE SHIZAYA TAG BUT MA I DONT THINK IM JOKING ANYMORE #shizuo heiwajima #izaya orihara #durarara #I NEED TO DO WORK IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR 17 MINUTES

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honeydots · 9 months

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For the angst sentences, I have an either/or since I'd feel bad asking for both:

"I hate what Ive become" for xanlow

"Dont act like you know me" for leokumi

"Don't act like you know me." 1.7k, leokumi from this ask game

Leo doesn’t exactly want to get into how he was captured. He is willing to say, however, that it wasn’t only him, so perhaps that makes it equally embarrassing for them both.

Right now, he’s currently in the middle of escaping some—ugh, he doesn’t know, self-proclaimed death cult—with none other than Prince Takumi of Hoshido. Whoever these lowlifes are who caught Leo off guard, they seemed intent on gathering different kinds of dragon blood—which means Leo needs to deal with both the consequence of their horrendous treatment of prisoners, and this moody enemy prince.

They’re quite close to getting out of their containment, actually. Which isn’t remarkable, this pathetic cult is ragtag and ill-managed. They happened to get lucky in Leo’s capture, and he’ll admit that Prince Takumi is just formidable enough that maybe they got lucky twice, and they’re paying for their lack of preparedness.

All that’s left is for Leo and Takumi to clear one hallway, then they can make a generally clean break for an exit. They’re just… Stuck, presently. The cultist’s tactics for keeping them from moving forward are working, and it’s only a matter of time before someone rounds the establishment and comes at them from behind.

It isn’t a particularly complicated hideout, a crumbling cobblestone fort that’s been out of proper use for decades, and Leo was able to retrieve Brynhildr without much trouble as they ran. Prince Takumi got his bow as well, and they’ve each been handling themselves fine. It’s just this awkward position they’re in now that’s giving them trouble.

The best they can do is pick off the poor excuses for cultists one by one. But it’s hard to do that when they’re firing back. They’re able to get a few of them, sure, but—

“This isn’t working,” Takumi grumbles through his teeth, firing an arrow and then slamming himself behind the wall as a burst of magic flies by. Leo, on the other side of the hallway entrance, scoffs.

“Clearly.” He exhales sharply, then casts a sharp and leafy spell down the hall, and assumes the cut off screams are targets hit. “Focus on the short ranged ones for now.”

Though Leo is feeling the effects of all his magic usage already. Sweat beads his forehead and goosebumps tickle his neck. He can feel his blood getting hotter, too. Forcing out more magic than he has to provide will make his very pores bleed, and fainting from blood loss would be the most intolerable way to lose. Especially around these cultists, who seem intent on using his flesh for the worst.

Takumi charges his arrow in his bow, magic swirling more intently the longer he holds it, then sets it loose. “And then what do we do about the far ranged ones, wise guy?”

Leo clicks his tongue. “I said for now, you fool.” Which earns him a glare. “We’ll retreat and make another way around.”

“Retreat where? Our cell? No way,” Takumi says back. He glances behind himself, then behind Leo, and then fires two rapid shots into the hall. Not even a moment later, he seizes an inhale through his teeth and narrowly avoids a dagger. “Gods. Long range against long range is so damn risky.”

Leo tries to prepare himself for another large spell. He isn’t sure how many more he can cast after this. One, maybe two, at least of the ones with the potency he’s been using. But he’s quickly reaching his limit. “Indeed,” he says, irritated. “But you are a bowsman and I am a mage, so unless you have any better ideas, retreating is our best bet.”

Takumi narrows his eyes, breathing hard. “Don’t act like you know me.”

“Am I acting like I know you by observing you’re using a bow? Primarily, even? And have been all this time?”

“How are you this annoying.”

Leo huffs. “I’m not sure your mumbling has been doing us any favors, either.”

Takumi glances towards the hallway. Then he rolls back his shoulders and exhales a steadying breath. “Hey. Do your big plant spell thing.” Leo nearly corrects his wording to anything but that, but Takumi goes on. “I’m going in right after.”

“Insanity. That spell won’t last long enough to be used as cover,” Leo says. “We’re better off retracing our steps—”

“Just do it! Do you complain about everything?” Takumi snaps, which is ironic, since he’s obviously been the stubborn one. Takumi narrows his eyes. “I can do close range, and I can do it well. You just need to watch my back, Nohrian.”

Leo gives him a look, quite unconvinced. But retreating will only work if they both do, and Leo has been getting ready to cast all this time. They won’t get anywhere if he tries to stall and leave it only to Takumi’s bow, and he won’t be branded as a coward who runs away alone. Especially not by this prince, of all people.

So, not approving of the plan but without another spell to perform, Leo lets magic drip out of him and into his tome, then lets it come back into his veins deeper, in vines and bark and poison.

He casts his forest of magic into the hallway, and Takumi bolts after, staying just far enough to keep from friendly fire. Leo watches, seeing some enemies turn to Takumi, and he uses smaller and more electric spells to keep them occupied.

Leo was quite uncomforted by Takumi’s confidence, but he’s surprised to say he does what he said he would. He keeps his bow in hand, but he doesn’t battle with it except for quick draws and finishing blows. He dodges, and fights by jabbing his elbow or throwing a punch against unprepared archers and magicians. Once he properly enters the fray, Leo doesn’t need to do much to keep him healthy.

It’s both relieving and concerning, in truth. Leo fully appreciates the certainty of getting out of this fortress, he admits retreating was a last resort, but—he didn’t anticipate Takumi might’ve had other skills, not to this degree. He’ll have to consider him wisely the next they meet on a battlefield.

Takumi finally clears the area. Leo doesn’t wait for a signal, he just runs up, fully aware they don’t have the time to waste. They proceed through the fortress wordlessly, steeping over bodies and extremely close to their freedom.

They’re right near the front gate when they hear talking. Instantly, they freeze and hold their breath, backs pressed a wall. There are people just on the other side of the gate, and Leo tries to listen.

“—on, man, just a tour? You guys—you guys do tours here, right? It’s totally tour worthy,” comes a voice clearly trying to sound more laid back than he is. Leo blinks, a little surprised at the subject matter.

“I do all sorts of tours, if you’re interested,” suggests another—was that Niles? Leo listens a little more intently.

“Wait—wait what’s that mean,” says the first voice, and then a female one sighs.

“Neither of you are helping,” she says sharply, as if smiling through annoyance, then speaks more sweetly. “We really just want to look around? We’re not looking to cause any trouble. It’s just, a really, really important thing we’re looking for—”

And who is unmistakably Odin chimes in excitedly, “Of extreme importance! Epic, and maximal, and most certainly heinous if not brought back into our fell, empty, and capable hands.”

Leo thinks if you could hear a cringe, he would’ve heard one from this woman. “Right. All that. Super important. So please?”

In a low voice, Takumi starts to speak, leaning just slightly closer to Leo. “I think it might be my retainers out there,” he says slowly, and Leo raises an eyebrow.

“Funny. I was thinking they sounded like mine, as well.”

Takumi glances at him, then glances at the gate. “Should we just make a run for it?”

Leo considers that for a moment. “I’m sure they’ll know what to do.”

And so, after one more brief and mutual look, Takumi and Leo both burst out of the gate and start running. And Leo was quite correct in identifying Odin and Niles, the former looking shocked and the latter looking highly amused.

“Never mind!” says Takumi’s male retainer, and among some shouts from the guards, the six of them charge away. Odin casts a spell behind them to keep any stray cultists off their backs, and Takumi fires a couple more arrows, seemingly for good riddance.

They find cover in a forest nearby, treading deeply until they’re sure they can take a moment to breathe. Takumi’s retainers start fawning over him immediately, and Niles and Odin give Leo some attention as well. He waves them off.

“I’m fine,” he says, wiping off sticky sweat from his brow. “Just more winded than I’d like to be.” He’ll need some time to recharge. Neither Odin nor Niles look convinced, but Leo isn’t going to be revealing any weakness in front of Hoshidans.

After collecting himself a bit more, Leo looks over at Prince Takumi, who’s smile from his talking with his retainers falls as he meets his eyes. Takumi pauses, then puffs out his chest and grips his bow tightly.

“Next time—we’re enemies,” he says. His retainers stare at him, then give their own unique glares to Leo. Takumi ignores them, gritting his teeth and wrinkling his nose. “For now… Thanks. I guess.”

Leo lifts up his chin, standing tall. “We’re still enemies,” he corrects. And then, with his head held high, he casts his gaze away. “But... Thank you, too.”

He doesn’t care for Niles’s eyebrow raise, nor for Odin’s head tilt. Leo just turns around and walks, and the pair of them follow readily, away from the cult idiots and the Hoshidan prince.

And Leo—he doesn’t look back. Of course he wouldn’t. He meant what he said, this war is nowhere near over. One little collaboration doesn’t change that, and obviously they’re agreed in that regard.

But, still. Even if Leo doesn’t check behind him… Some part of him wonders if Takumi does.

Just a small part.

#thank you for the request!!!!#ooooh i was really happy with this one :D #so fun. i rly enjoyed being able to throw in some of my magic user headcanons too lol #bicker bicker bicker. i love you guys #thank you againnnnn!!!#dots writing games #dots answers asks #nohriantomatoes

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oblivionumbra · 2 years

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I'm probably like super annoying by requesting again and feel free to ignore this if you don't want to but I thought of another adorable little thing. (Again, Ellis x Reader and pronouns are She/Her) So, what if reader and Ellis were dating before the apocalypse happened, and got separated when his "99% zombie proof" truck gets absolutely torn apart, but then they find each other at a military base after they're picked up from New Orleans after The Parish? Again, feel free to ignore if you dont want to, but if you do, thank you sm!!

You're not annoying at all! Plus this gives me more writing practice.

The wind blew against your face like harsh smacks as you raced down the streets of New Orleans. A horde of infected were right on your tail and it doesn't help that you had to bob and weave from a Hunter that was also after you. But you felt some glimmer of hope as you spotted a safe house. Quickly you hopped over a car hood, hearing the Hunter miss its lunge hitting the car. This gave you enough time to rush into the safe room and lock the door shut. Feeling victorious you flip the bird at the Hunter.

You slid down the door and tried to even out your ragged breathing. Once you calmed down, you started to loot what you could carry and began devising a plan. You couldn't stay long, Ellis was out there somewhere. At the mention of his name, your heart ached. You and your boyfriend got separated during an attack. A tank had completely demolished Ellis's truck and with how big the hordes were, you guys had no choice but to separate. Right now you knew you would have to wait out the angry horde outside the safe room door, but until then a plan had started to form.

There was a big map on the table with all sorts of pins and markings. After about five minutes you were able to locate where you were. Ellis had been taking you guys to a rescue point where you guys would've been taken to safety by the military. You would need to reach the interstate bridge to get to the meet up point and that was a good few miles from here. But doable.

It took an hour before the horde left. So grabbing your bag of supplies, you carefully walked out of the safe room. Keeping an ear out for any special infected that may be lurking by. You chose to keep to the alley ways instead of the main streets where you could be easily spotted.

"Oh shit..." Left your mouth as you stared at the bridge ahead of you. Currently you were hiding inside of a toll booth, letting a Hunter and Smoker lumber by. The bridge was packed with abandoned cars and all sorts of infected bastards. Glancing down at your gun, you count how many bullets you have left. A clip and a half plus your knife...this might be harder than you thought.

Boy were you right.

You were swarmed the second you started running. With a little help from your past hobbies, you were able to dodge and hop onto the cars. Using them as an extra barrier between you and them. Any that got too close got a knife to the dome or a bullet. However, as you neared a group of semi trucks, you felt yourself slow. How the fuck were you going to get over those? You don't have much time to think as a Hunter's shrill cry rang through the air and you felt yourself being tackled over the edge of the bridge.

Both you and the Hunter as well as other infected fell into the water. Thank god it was a hyped up version of rabies because as the other infected tried to get out the water, you took your chance to swim to safety. You let out a loud angry groan once you reached the shore. You soaked from head to toe, you lost your gun and knife. You were also sure you lost some of your supplies in your bag. But aside from the fact that you were now defenseless, you made it to the other side. Not wasting any time, you rush over to where the checkpoint was. Of course you slowed down and raised your hands to let the military folk know you were fine. "Help! Please, I'm not infected!" Your yelling caught their attention and an officer was fast to help you out.

"Where are we going?" You couldn't help but ask one of the officers. The ride there was relatively quiet with the sounds of radios going off. One of them, the one who brought into the checkpoint, answered you. "There's a base a few miles east. You'll be safe miss." You felt so relieved that you were going to be safe, but at the same time you felt worried. What if Ellis didn't make it? What if he's still in New Orleans cooped up in a safe room waiting for you? What if he died? You felt your eyes water at the thought. No, he's gotta be safe. He's gotta be, that cute idiot was too stubborn to die.

The camp was filled with rescued survivors. You glanced among the few you could see from behind the fence. Hoping to catch a glimpse of Ellis. You felt your anxiety sky rocket bit by bit when you weren't able to find him. Once the CEDA people checked you out and saw your were fine, they let you go. Another guard stopped you and gave you a box full of supplies before telling you where you needed to go.

You didn't even get five feet into the big building before you heard him. That sweet country voice that melted your heart evertime you heard it. "(Y/N)! Oh my god you made it!" You dropped the box you were carrying to rush into his arms. He spun you around, smiling through happy tears. "I was so scared...I thought you died!" You playfully shoved him, a waterfall of tears fall down your face. "Don't go and leave me like that again got it?" He chuckled. "Now you know I'm too strong to die. Like this one time me and my buddy Keith-" You cut him off with another tight hug and kiss. God you were so happy that this doofus was alive.

When you moved away, he takes your hand in his. A dorky grin on his face. "I can't wait to show you the awesome room they gave us." You wiped your eyes with a big smile on your face. "I can't wait to see it."

#left 4 dead #fanfic #l4d2 ellis x reader #l4d2 ellis #ellis l4d2 #x reader #reader insert

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yuk1nya-moved · 2 years

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#—A BIT MORE THAN ENEMIES

r. rosehearts / gn ! reader

warnings : tiny bit of angst el oh el , slight swearing

" It seems like fate has a different plan for us "

*⁀➷ a/n at the end !

part 1 | part 2

￫ summary : with the finals coming up, is there really any time for you to discuss your feelings?

"Ugh! Why are there so much dates..." You complained while studying magical history, it was 2 weeks before exams but yout though it was best to start studying earlier if you wanted to keep your spot in the top 10.

Except everything would be fine, if you didnt have a crush on your rival ! Gosh, how dare he steal your heart. You tried to ignore it for days but whenever you look at him, you get mesmerized.. by.. his.. pretty.. annoying face !

He was your rival why are you inlove with him? Your thoughts were disturbed when you felt soft tapping on your shoulder.

"Hey..[name]" Deuce said while Ace was behind him. "Would you mind tutoring us..?" He said shyly "Ah- um, sure" a bit startled by their presence "Really? Thank the seven !" Deuce replied

"So, why did you ask me to tutor you guys?" You asked "Riddle said if we fail again its 'off with our heads'" Ace said while mimicking him

You giggled a bit at his mimicking, but then you though about him again. You hated every fiber of him, he was so annoying, and bossy, and- "Yo, [name]? You there" Ace cut off your thoughts once again "A- of course. Sorry"

While tutoring them, you didn't notice a piercing stare at the three of you. The one and only, Riddle Rosehearts. He was there to study too, he didn't mind you tutoring them. I mean he did order them to study.

Yet, he can't control these bubbling feelings in his chest. Jealousy? Never! But he really just can't when your laughing with them and smiling genuinely. Not the smile he usually sees when you get the right answer. Your genuine smile

Oh, how he wishes it was him, but you were his rival. Rivals aren't supposed to develop feelings for each other right? All he can do is watch, while tucking away his feelings.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

1 week left before exams, and your little crush got worse. During class you'd catch yourself staring at him, you weren't that spiteful against him anymore. What's worse is that he doing the same ! No more teasing or competing with you anymore

You tried to spite him by sticking your tongue out at hin when you got the right answer, but he jusy glanced at you. Did he start to hate you? You hadn't done anything wrong right?

Unbeknownst to you, all these assumptions are wrong. He now cannot look at your face or else he will pass out. When did you become so... lovable? Either way there was one thing you both thought. You had to get the top spot.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

After 2 weeks of nonstop studying, you were hoping it would pay off. To be completely honest, you weren't sure if you were gonna secure your spot.

While in your room, doing whatsoever a loud bang suddenly opens your door. "thE FUCK???" quickly changing your direction to the open door to see Ace and Deuce there.

"[name]... Riddle's looking for you at the rose maze" Ace puffed, obviously tired. "okay, but did you seriously have to do that to my door? Y'know you'll have to pay for it right?" "YES WE KNOW BUT CAN YOU GO TO RIDDLE NOW??"

"fine."

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

"What do you want, Rosehearts." You groaned, having better things to do "If you're gonna brag about some-" "I like you, [name]."

what. "Rosehear- I mean Riddle. A-are you serious? As in romantically or..?" "Yes, I do like you romantically. Since god knows when, but you- you..! you make me feel some type of way." He said while heat crept on his face

You were left speechless, stunned, frozen, by the sudden confession. But you also had to answer him. "Oh! well- I also like you.. since, I dont know either." You said. Both stunned by the confessions, you decided to tease him.

Inching towards him, cupping his face, then, *chu!* a small kiss on the cheek ?! He expected you to kiss him on the lips.., though two could play at that game. Cupping cheeks once again, giving a kiss on your lips

After pulling away, with rose-painted cheeks you suddenly burst into giggles "Hm? What's so funny [name]?" "I-its just the Riddle Rosehearts ! Has fallen inlove ! Hehe !" You replied "Oh shut it !" While bickering for a while, someone finally interupted you two.

"wow ! Lovers quarrel already ?" An orange-haired junior said. While conviniently snapping a pic. "No !" As if on cue, you both said it at the same time.

￫ A/N : I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO END IT TBH SO THE ENDING'S SHITTY IM SK SORRY

But heres p. 2 with two idiots ig 😒

￫ back to the navi ?

#twst #twisted wonderland riddle x reader #twisted wonderland riddle #twst riddle #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #disney twisted wonderland #disney riddle rosehearts #twst ride x reader

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domoz · 11 months

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9, 11, and 16 for the ask game! Your choice of fic (or all of them for 16)

(Ask game) 9 - What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

If I'm restricting myself to just founders stuff (and lbr I dont remember enough about older stuff to be able to quote it off the top of my head) it's probably this bit from this oneshot because the lines are so cold (imo).

"If you want it to stop --" Says Butsuma, forcing Tobirama's face to turn the other direction and digging the kunai in to the other side, a perfect match to the first cut "-- Then stop me. Get strong enough to stop me." But Hashirama can't stand up. There's no sudden burst of strength -- he used that up ages ago. All he can manage is to drag himself a few inches forward through the dirt, fingers just able to reach where a spot of blood (his brother's blood!) has been flung to the ground. "Please." His voice is hoarse, "Please, I understand. Please stop." The look Butsuma levels at him is cold, a frown that says he doesn't believe him. He tilts up Tobirama's head, cuts a final slash into his chin, before letting go. Standing up, stepping back, uncaring of the way his son has dropped to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut. "Guard your heart or grow strong enough to keep it safe, Hashirama. Those are your options."

11- What scene are you most hyped for this chapter/fic?

For Hand over Hand Over Hand, there is a bullet on my outline labeled "Hikaku's very long and sexy day" which I think about often, and is basically: Hikaku doing what he signed up for to the extreme, and going from Tobirama, to Madara, and back to Tobirama all in a row.

For another fic... the whole second arc of Trust in Reverse, which is a fic where Tobirama and Izuna were forced to marry, with the expectation that it would fail. The arc is all courtly drama and the two of them begrudgingly working together to figure out why it all happened in the first place (and learning to trust each other along the way :)) Not a scene exactly, but most of that fic is in the outline phase.

16 - Write the next 5 sentences and share. ...For every fic you say? (...I was gonna put a readmore here, but the text editor tumblr assigned me for this post wont allow it. So, sorry if this is annoying long)

Brothers in Bond

Before he could stew on that for too long, the door pulled open with a creak that was deafening in the relative silence of the room. Izuna scowled reflexively, unused to having to squint into the light -- not that it mattered. Whoever this was, they were wearing the same nondescript grey uniform and mask as the shinobi who had captured them in the first place. Two more, dressed the same, slipped in to flank door even as it was pulled closed and latched from the outside. The chain quietly scraped on the stone floor as Tobirama shifted his position to better study the new arrivals. Tight security, Izuna thought with a mental sigh, and shitty interrogation tactics.

Trust in Reverse

There is no greeting, but instead one handed gesture at the papers on the table. "Infrastructure plans." He explains, voice so flat that Izuna can't tell if he thinks if this is serious or all a ridiculous farce. "Utilities. We're inevitably going to have to share, since we're living so close, and moving forward without input from both sides is asking for trouble at this stage." No, he must think it's all bullshit if he's asking for Izuna's opinion on -- he glances down -- plumbing. He's not educated on sewer systems, aside from the one mission he'd taken to the capital that had required him to crawl through them for several hours. This is some kind of trap -- has to be.

Wood Tar, Charcoal, Ginger, and Honey

Tobirama doesn't show a hint of fear at a compound full of active sharingan tracking his movements, nor so much as react when he's searched for weapons. He easily hands over the pack of medical supplies he's brought, only raising an eyebrow at the challenging look that Hikaku gives him when a pack of senbon is pulled from an inside pocket. "You're free to have your own healers examine the contents, it all has medicinal use." He says evenly,the way he folds his arms betraying nothing but annoyance, "And I'm unlikely to need any of it right away." "Take it." Madara grunts with a wave of his hand, already gesturing for Tobirama to follow him. He doesn't have time for this, and Izuna certainly doesn't, either.

In the Corner of Another Room

Izuna can admit to enjoying a little luxury from time to time, but he's still a shinobi born and raised. He can pass as an air-brained nobleman when he has to, and even enjoy it, but excess still makes his skin crawl when he thinks about it too hard. The inn and onsen high up in the mountains is lovely, truly, but the price tag to stay there is most certainly not. Mission success will make this more than worth it, but his nagging guilt at the cost combined with the constant vigilance makes him unable to really sit back an enjoy it all. He could -- his mark isn't due to arrive for another few days, yet -- but Izuna was trained better than that.

Heart of Flowers

Madara slips into his office without knocking. It had taken him a while to figure it out, but Tobirama doesn't actually chew out everyone who comes in unannounced, just those who insisted on loudly interrupting his work. Madara would never pretend that he hadn't before, or that he never would again, but the village had helped him start to be patient in ways he'd never had to be before. He is, in fact, capable of not tearing out Tobirama's throat. These days he doesn't even want to, most of the time.

Fic Trio (Specifically, Ambitious Uses for Hands and Tongues)

His entire existence has whittled down to to the agonizing white-hot pulse of not-quite pain. At some point -- Izuna doesn't know when, he was already starting to lose time even when he was conscious -- the feeling spread, changing from something sharp into a full body prickly-numbness that made it impossible to think or to keep his eyes open. He'd always thought it'd be cold, but he feels warm, almost pleasantly so, except for the uncomfortable points of heat that are pressing into his side. Fingertips, he manages to dredge up after what might have been an age or might only have been moments. Who's touching me? And why doesn't it hurt?

Hand Over Hand Over Hand

He raps on the door anyway, and hefts the bottle he's brought along when it opens and Izuna appears in the crack, squinting meaningfully. He lights up at the sight of it -- it's umeshu, from the same brewer that Tajima used to buy from when he went into court; the cheaper stuff he drank himself, not the fancy gifts he presented the daimyo, and by extension, the stuff he hid under the floorboards that Izuna and Madara got drunk on for the first time. Madara got sick, Tajima forced him to train through it as punishment, and he's all but forbidden plum wine from the house ever since, but Hikaku knows Izuna still has a fondness for the stuff. He'd been planning to give it as a birthday gift, but he hadn't anticipated a need to apologize for all but supplanting Izuna from his previous life at the time, either. Nor did he think he'd be trying to learn about the man who was his rival and worst enemy.

What if Hashirama was Evil

Only when Madara's shadow falls across him does he look up, but his red eyes are glazed and uncomprehending, and his head lolls back to its awkward resting angle after only a moment, too tired or too uncaring to struggle. Madara looks him over more closely. He looks dirty and scuffed up like he's been in a fight, though all of the minor wounds have already stopped bleeding. He hasn't even been properly stripped of weapons, just stopped from moving by the wood wrapping his wrists together and his arms behind his back. Madara grimaces but kneels down and starts going through pockets. Much as he hates the idea of doing what's so obviously been planned for him to do, the fact of the matter is that he's got no information, and Tobirama almost certainly does.

#ask meme #oops! no writing tag #........... i aint gonna tag all that. itll be in the fics anyways unless i edit it out

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scribbling-dragon · 1 year

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I posted 6,155 times in 2022

That's 4,471 more posts than 2021!

1,347 posts created (22%)

4,808 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@scribbling-dragon

@daisy-mooon

@neohood

@sleepsart

@gardenergulfie

I tagged 2,226 of my posts in 2022

#asks - 916 posts

#anon - 329 posts

#juno's vigilante au - 252 posts

#ask game - 230 posts

#juno.talks - 200 posts

#scott smajor - 178 posts

#jimmy solidarity - 173 posts

#empiressmp - 131 posts

#empires smp - 124 posts

#juno.writes - 99 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i dont like reading fics where the romantic relationship takes priority over all other ones. but that might just be the aroace shining throu

My Top Posts in 2022:

he wanna be a COWBOY BABEY

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572 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

vampire scott?? again?

579 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

i drew @teamranchers nether prince tango (for an empires au) because the design was amazing and i love him

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685 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

been brainrotting over ranch duo (i think that’s their name???? right??) recently. so here. have some headcanons:

- jimmy takes care of the cows while tango takes care of the chickens. The calves love jimmy and often flock to him and often will just sit on him, trapping him in place until tango rescues him (because jimmy’s not going to shove them off)

- jimmy’s canary wings only come in after his first death (aka where he’s one of the first to die), and that’s gonna hurt, so not only do they both have to deal with the pain of the explosion, they have to deal with the pain of that a little bit later too

- none of their friends are actually sure whether they’re together-together or not, because they’re physically affectionate with each other and jimmy’s called tango his husband several times already?? but they also act confused when people ask if they’re dating

- they’re such a good duo because tango always asks for jimmy’s input on schemes etc. because he values his input and doesn’t just immediately brush him off and that’s all it took for jimmy

- they only have one bed in their base because they don’t have the resources for any more, which means they end up sharing. which works out really, because jimmy runs warm and tango can’t regulate his own body temperature (i hc him as some kind of netherborn, and to me it makes sense that they’d rely on the nether’s heat to keep them warm) and he’s always cold, even after jimmy got him a blanket

767 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

a few more ranch duo hcs because people seemed to like the last ones:

- they almost always seem to have coal dust on their hands (canary and his coal mine) but they're not actually sure what it's from. they do, however, like smearing it on each other's faces and seeing how long it takes the person to notice. they do it around others as well and see how they avoid bringing it up or pointing it out

- tango likes the chickens best because theyre like small heat packs that he can carry around with him. some of the ones that like him more even sit inside his jacket and poke their head out at the top

- tango's eyes glow in the dark/reflect light, and jimmy found it annoying at first because tango would blink at night and there would be light on their walls. now he jist finds it reassuring, if he glances back when they're on a mining trip and he sees these glowing eyes watching him from a distance, making sure he's okay

- they've also perfected the art of sending pulses of feelings across the bond, doing it every now and again to make sure the other is alright (i am only thinking about the angst potential with this one). feelings of happiness or appreciation feel warm, apparently, while sadness and fear feel like a bucket of kce water has just been dumped over their heads

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#year in review #love that that is my longest tag lol #also. ranchduo being my top two posts <33 #im so normal about them

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yawnyztired · 4 months

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Okay long snippet from “House Of Dexterios” Chapter two

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Lumps turns off into an off highway truck stop on two wheels, and goes spinning wildly, kicking up pebbles in a snowstorm. Stargazer comes in hot on their startrails, albeit a lot more elegantly, and stops. There's a lot happening in the cavern of Eyons consistently mangled mind and maybe it's the panicked uproar of everyone else or the adrenaline, but Bayou can't seem to follow them. Eyon is propelled by the resurfacing wrath that blisters around their bones, climbing through their lungs and the livewire adrenaline that's searing restlessly in their veins. They're out of the truck so fast, with an urgency so chaotic and unhinged they look like they've gone rather mad.

“Are you out of your mind-?!” Stargazer jumps out of her car, arms out wide. There's a rock nestled in Eyons fist, everyone bustles out of the truck, and then it's gone faster than they can reach them.

“HEY! What the fuck?!” Luckily Eyons throwing skills are pretty on par with a cow playing baseball, so it misses the window, but puts a small sized dent in the door, scratching off some paint. Bayou jumps up, trapping Eyon under her arm, looking very displeased. Stargazer takes a long stride forward, and Bella steps into her path, not really in the mood for a full anxious brawl to break out. The pair glare at each other past Bella’s head. Bayou tucks Eyon further into her embrace, effectively confining them with both her arm concretely draped over their shoulders, and chin locked onto their shoulder.

“Sorry my friend here gets a little…um bothered when people start trailing them in their car. I feel like that's a fair reaction, right?” Bella tells her.

“You have to admit thats pretty invasive, anyone would be pissed.” Bayou says while Eyon is struggling out of her arms, to grab their writing instruments. The passenger hops out of Stargazers CUV, with his hands in his sweater pockets. Bella watches him for a second, glimmer in their eyes, before hooking a arm around Katies neck, and whispering:

“He's so bad.” The pair chatter for a moment, scraping slightly, and tittering together like school children. Eyon prays on the pairs distraction and wiggles out of Bayous arms, shooting her a glare.

“What the fuck are you fallowing us for?” Eyon snips, and Stargazer turns her attention back to them. The man beside her goes to speak up but is steam rolled by the flaming gaze sent in his direction, and promptly doesnt feel like intervening anymore. Instead he places his head phones back on his ears and catches Bellas obvious glances that keep being thrown in his direction.

“Thought wed join you on your trip.” Stargazer takes another long legged stride forward.

“You weren't invited.” Eyon bitches, retreating backwards a step or two.

“To the contrary actually.” They look up at Stargazer as she speaks, raising their eyebrows.

“You never said I couldn't come. So that's basically an invitation.” Stubborn. Annoying. Incessant. Lengthy. skyscraper. dumbass. liability. Who won't stop sticking her goddamned nose in my business! Which by the way might get her injured, killed or worse. Eyon scuffs their boots on the gravel.

“It fucking is not!” Eyon snaps at her indignantly, annoyance ringing in their head like a ginormous gong that keeps getting hit over, and over, and over, and, over, and over again.

“Yeah well you could use the backup.” backup? They snort. What backup? The pair of innocent bystanders that have no idea what their walking into, and will only get in the way, and probably die. Very helpful.

“We dont need any fucking backup!” Especially not you. Stargazer keeps stealthily stepping forward towards Eyon, who keeps a foot backwards to halt away from her. They do this penguin arm thing, oversized sleeves sailing with their arms that they're flapping back and forth.

“Well we're already here so you might as well make peace with it.” She sighs, still keeping this friendly pretence, even with the sour look she's getting.

“The hell I will.” Eyons hands come up to fiddle with their hoodie strings as they snark. Stargazers black and white dress sweeps acroos her knees as she steps forward with her long legs, adorned with long socks with little diamond shapes printed right where they rest below her knees. And Eyon cannot figure out why she keeps doing that, why she keeps trying to close that distance Eyon is holding onto like a lifeline. That few feet of space that feels so nice and safe. Eyon stalks backwards with a nasty glare. Hoping desperately that attention on them will drop away, far far away and that little pit in their stomach can clear a little bit. Clouds parting for the sun. But the dark eyes that pin them to the ground are stubborn and the uncomfortable pressure won't ease, their knee starts doing this familiar stutter. Like they're getting ready for a fight they crack their knuckles, trying to draw eyes away from their knee, mean little gleam forced into their eyes as they draw down their brows, screaming stop looking at me-dont look at me-dont look at me- dont want your attention-dont see me-get away from me-stop looking-STOP-

“So this is the journalist I take it?” Micheal nudges Bayou, who nods at him.

“Yeah she sure is.” And Stargazer's eyes fly over to him in a heartbeat, Eyon takes a breath they haddent realised they were holding, fingers itching for the container in their pocket. Alarm bells blare the moment Stargazer closes the threshold of distance and thankfully veers past them excitedly. Eyon sluggishly snatchs their smokes from their pocket, social exhaustion waying down on them so heavily they swear they can hear all their bones cracking under it. They sigh.

“Aww you've been talking about me? Hi, I’m Stargazer, i don't think we've met.” She puts her hand out for him to shake.

“Micheal. We haven't. But I've heard of you.” He takes it and gently shakes her hand.

“Nice to meet you. Good things I hope.” Stargazer says with her professional smile.

“Hardly.” Eyon snips flicking the lighter to light their smoke.

“Ah yes…just some uh choice words.” Micheal cringes awkwardly, remembering the synopsis he got on the road, where Eyon cut in at a longass traphic stop, and ranted off in every direction possible, spiralling like a broken record, that only cut off once the player caught fire and exploded like a science experiment that went lopsided when he was in middle school. It was mostly a bunch of empty nonsense, and half baked wacky bullshit but you had to read between the lines with Eyon. He had never been good at that, still wasn't , sure he could read one or two tells but he couldn't tell you what this anxious, fuming garble was actually about, what was really eating at them.

“Aww and here i thought we'd be friends, since we'll be working together.” They certainly left that out. Stargazer turns to Eyon, and they have to lock their knee to suppress the jittering, and thats not good. Stargazer must be too close because Eyon almost topples over whoever behind them to escape, the smoke screen of rage comes back up rising above their head like a chimney.

“Not likely.” They take a drag, detached and disinterested. It doesn't do what it's supposed to, Stargazer’s only egged on by their frigid demeanour, hops at it like it's a challenge.

“I'll get you to come around.” Like hell. Stargazer hovers towards them like a planet caught in their gravitational pull. Eyons glad for thr the first time since theyve met that they have to tip their head up to make eye contact, because they really dont like that gleam in Stargazer eyes. Its all shiny unfaltering confidence, burning determination, and deep uncharted waters. They hate how they feel so naked, like Stargazer has some deep unfiltered read on them already. Fucking journalists! They try to ignore it, how clear they see themselves reflected, how jarringly aware those eyes are, like they can see right through them, like she knows them. And she doesnt-she cant-doensnt know shit- They curl away, just wants to hide away like they always do. Cover comes swiftly, as a pair of grounding arms come and tuck them away. She smells like the water, like the calm, dependable force that water is, strong, and stable like Eyon could never be. Hushing them away like an angel without wings but they could almost see it, enormous wingspan speckled like her nose wrapping them up in golden feathers, like a cosy blanket in winter. Feels the phantom weight on their shoulders, grounding them so pleasantly with security with attentiveness, and they breathe better, more even. The ground feeling much more solid for a second.

“Eyon’s been driving for the majority of six hours, they're exhausted, actually we all are. So sorry to cut this lovely conversation short but we've got a case to solve and about three more hours to drive.” Bayous clear and concise, with an open gaze. Keeps a firm arm around Eyons shoulder, and laces their hands together before dragging them away to the car. Eyon curls up in the front seat, and unwinds bonelessly once the doors are slammed shut. Eyon can feel the worry fizzing orange where Bayous thumb is trailing asters across the back of their hand between them resting on the console. Their foot still shakes where its resting, but the tension eases in Eyon’s shoulders as freesias bloom across their knuckles chasing after the soft pressure of Bayous thumb, and the gentle tracing of her nails. They can feel it, the anxious thoughts in their head hushing with the calm circles drawn fleetingly in their palm, a lullaby that leaves heathers blossoming in the candle light brush of skin. Eyon squeezes her hand appreciatively. Thank you, love. All the harsh angles in their eyes washed back from the jagged shapes to something softer, muted and real. She squeezes back and firmly laces their fingers together.

The rest of the drive passes in a half conscious haze of colours and sounds, strange dreams bleeding in and out, memories threading golden throughout the unstable unconscious. Firm hands, chaste fleeting touches, joyous cackles, and murmurs of conversations mingling with continuous buzzing of music. Eyon is jarred from the blur behind their eyelids, when a firm hand squeezes their shoulder, erupting with coxcombs. They slit a tired eye open to consider the pair of eyes staring at them.

“We’re here, lovely.” Bella warbles at them.

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Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”

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