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demieyesore · 7 months

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You - Theodore Nott

Currently listening to Hollywood undead while I write this fanfic, anyways I’m a big whore (unfortunately) and I see that currently my poll is around the same votes for Mattheo and Theo…so this one will be for Theo (since my first fanfic was for Mattheo) and then my next fanfic after this one will be Mattheo x Reader x Theo bc I absolutely love men and poly relationships‼️

Summary - Theo notices someone being too handsy with GN!Reader in class and gets possessive

Warnings / Mentions - Reader is not in a specific house, no use of Y/n, kind of strangers to lovers? Reader is friends with the golden trio, Harry is the one being touchy, Possessive!Theo, Yandere!Theo, Stalker!Theo (but doesn’t really mention anything creepy except claiming the Reader)

I am willing to make a smutty part two of this if anyone wants it and I hope y’all recognize what I’m loosely referencing in this fic at the end LOL

Requested - No

POV - 1st person

Word Count - 1979

I fiddle with my tie, trying to re-adjust the cloth as it hangs loosely around my neck. I had originally loosened it because it had gotten really hot in the class room but that can be expected when you’re working on potions from time to time.

Harry was assigned to be my potions partner. Ron and Hermione were sat next to us as we read off all the needed ingredients.

Harry begins listing the items while counting them on his fingers in 3s. Once he’s mesmerized part of the ingredients, his eyes drift towards me. His eyebrow quirks up when he sees me struggling with my tie.

Immediately he forgets the stuff we need as he reaches over to my tie, gently removing my hands from the area as he re-adjusts it for me. A small blush forms on my face at how close he has gotten. I can very easily see his scar up close and how his glasses are settled on his nose.

Has he always been this pretty?

As if on command, his hands drop from my tie. I look down at his hands and back up as he gives me a cute but awkward looking smile.

The kind of smile you give someone when you realize just how close you are before moving away.

Harry stands and goes to grab the ingredients.

Hermione smiles at me with a grin that just screams, “I told you he liked you.”

I roll my eyes at her, watching as Ron fucks up something in their potion, causing his eyes to go wide. Hermione’s attention is redirected as she hits the back of his head, pushing him over to fix whatever he’s done.

As I wait for Harry, I look around the room. Some people are already done with their potions, some are restarting. And by restarting, I mean that Seamus’ is covered with dust and his hair is everywhere.

Well now I know why it’s so hot in here.

My eyes wander next to him to see the next table of students. At this table, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott are sitting and just talking.

Looks like they’ve finished their potion.

I realize that Theo is looking at me and quickly look away.

I’ve talked to him a few times before but I really tried to stay away from his friend group. Except Enzo and Blaise, they’re really the only two I get along with well.

Being friends with the golden trio is nice but that just means that Draco’s friend group bitches about it all the damn time.

Harry walks back over, holding a tray in one hand with everything we need. He stands behind me, placing his free hand on my shoulder as he leans over me in order to place the tray on the table.

My eyes widen as a reaction at the touch. It’s not necessarily a touch that most people would think about however, I wasn’t used to people being physical with me.

#TouchStarved, I think to myself before cracking a smile at my own humor.

Theo and Blaise’s table is right behind where Hermione and Ron are sitting so I furrow my eyebrows when I see Theo staring directly at me still.

Ah shit he looks pissed.

I avoid eye contact with him because we all know that a mad Slytherin really isn’t someone you want to be around. Although I can’t help but wonder if he’s pissed at me for something. I never talk to his friends though so there shouldn’t be any problem.

I brush it off as Harry begins speaking.

“Alright. Um- could you hand me that knife?” I nod at his question, grabbing the blade next to me and handing it to him. He nods in appreciation.

Soon enough the potion is done and was a great success. Harry and I were really happy with how it turned out since this would be very important for our grade.

Harry and I smiled at each other and raised our arms, celebrating the victory. Harry’s hands make contact with mine in a double high five. At this I smile even bigger, entwining our hands before he pulls away.

We begin laughing as Ron groans, upset with how his potion was turning out. Hermione rolled her eyes before grinning at the Potter boy and I.

Harry had the greatest idea of standing up from his stool and pulling me to stand with him. Our hands were still locked as he began to make me dance with him. At first we were doing the waltz that we were taught for the Yule ball but after he spinned me, I came back to him and instead of having our hands together, he settled for placing his hands on my hips.

He began using his hands to guide my hips in a very different dance than the waltz.

My hands were around his neck as my hips swayed from the pressure of his hands. And honestly if we were at a party this would seem extremely sexual, but since it’s just Harry and I, it’s platonic fun.

Although it definitely brought yet another blush to my face, but I was like 100% sure that Harry didn’t like me. I think he’s just a very physical person when he becomes close with people.

The Professor looks over at us, staring us down as we both laugh before scrambling away from each other. Rushing to sit down before we got yelled at.

Once the Professor looks away, a note flies over and hits Harry in the glasses. He picks up the note with his eyebrows tensed in confusion. We both look over from where it came from and it was definitely from Theodore Nott.

The only way I could be sure is when I saw him motion for Harry to read the note.

I watch as Harry reads over the words. Clearly becoming more and more confused, stealing glances between me and the note.

“What is it? What’s it say?” I vocalize, inquisitively.

He shakes his head as if he were clearing an echa sketch. But instead of a drawing, he was clearing his thoughts.

“Ah- um- it’s nothing really.” Harry stutters, licking his bottom lip. Which I’ve become aware is one of his nervous signals.

His eyes connect with Theodore, who in return stares back. His stare is clearly more frightening since he has what I like to call “dead eyes”.

Those eyes are absolutely gorgeous but when the light fades from them when he’s pissed, it’s the most terrifying thing.

I make eye contact with Hermione, having a conversation with just our eyes. Asking about what’s happening seeing as the two boys look like they’re holding back to urge to jump the tables and punch each other in the face.

Granger shrugs.

I quickly try to gain control of the situation again by calling the brunettes name. “Harry?”

“Hm?” Instead of breaking eye contact with Nott, he just makes a hum of acknowledgment.

“What’s wrong? What did the note say?” I whisper to him, trying to cover our chat from Theodore.

Potter doesn’t make an effort to say anything, instead he throws the note in front of me to read. I pick up the note and begin reading from left to right.

“Back off from what I’ve been trying to claim.” Is the only sentence written on the piece of parchment.

My mouth drops open in surprise, my mind immediately drawing the dots together like Stiles does in teen wolf.

Man he’s a smart character. But also really stupid.

I get off track with my thinking, refocusing on the important thing at hand.

But honestly, I don’t care all that much. Is that a bad thing?

Now that I know why they’re both death glaring at each other, I can only feel my stomach erupt into butterflies.

I crumple up the note, trying to be sly as I slip it into my pocket but I see as Harry’s jaw clenches and Theo now has a shit eating grin on his face.

It lasts for a couple more seconds before Potter breaks eye contact first, scoffing at the Slytherin. Harry stands abruptly and turns to leave the classroom. Ron following after him as I hear the ginger exclaim, “Bloody hell mate!”

Hermione and I look at each other again, an expression on our faces that is making it very evident that we both thought that was attractive.

Like oh my god, two guys getting jealous and possessive over me.

Perhaps it is wrong to find it attractive but I love feeling wanted.

Class soon ends after that, Harry and Ron never returning back for anything. Hermione is left to pick up after them while I exit the class. Hermione agreed to cleaning up, knowing that my next class is basically across the school and with all the moving staircases and students. It’s just torture to arrive on time.

I walk as swiftly as I can, dodging people and walking between random people in order to reach my destination.

But before I reach my class, a hand is promptly placed on my upper back. I look over my shoulder to see Theodore standing tall over me. His hand still resting on the small of my back, showing his possessive and dominant side. Practically towering over me as he guides me over to a private area.

Which happened to be a janitor’s closet. He opened the door and gently but still roughly shoved me inside. He steps in after me, clicking the lock.

I was about to speak up but he cut me off.

“I want to make you mine.” He said with a completely straight face as he put it bluntly. His voice low and deep as he kept eye contact with me.

I froze with my eyes wide as a small smirk formed on his lips.

“What? Cats got your tongue, Amore Mio”

Oh okay that got me a little bit.

I feel a small wave of attraction wash over me, something so intense for just a moment it could visually be seen in my eyes.

“Oh oh ohhhh, you like it when I speak Italian don’t you, Dolcezza?” He inquires, his eyes searching my face for some kind of a reaction as a smile grows on him.

And the answer to that question is 1000% yes but why would I admit that???

Unfortunately my body betrays me as I swallow anxiously, giving him the flustered response he was hoping for.

He could literally be calling me a cunt in Italian and I wouldn’t know except based on his tone but I would still find it attractive.

His captivating eyes look down at my lips as he closes the space between us. He slowly looks back up into my eyes as he gets on his knees in front of me.

Oh I like that too.

Theo grabs my arm gently, placing a kiss on my inner wrist as he still keeps eye contact.

My stomach flips and I shuffle a little closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, and holy shit I swear to god if he doesn’t look away I will because his eyes are literally hypnotic.

I nod but it’s not enough for him. His eyes are trained on me, pulling me down to be level with his height.

“Words.” Is all he says. Yet it’s such a powerful thing for me to hear right now.

“Yes, yes you can kiss me.” My face heats up, I turn my head away from him out of embarrassment. But he just grabs my face with his hands, aligning the kiss.

He hovers over my lips for a moment,

“If I wasn’t about to kiss you, I would’ve beat Harry bloody for the way he touched you.”

And just like that, our lips meet.

#slytherin boys #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #yandere theodore nott #theodore nott #harry potter #possessive #stalker #yandere #lorenzo zurzolo

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writing-all-the-time-2 · 2 months

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Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Shanks x Reader

CW/TW: None

Word Count: 188

Summary: What you and Shanks get up to for his birthday.

Shanks loves birthdays, especially his own. After all, he loves a good party and a birthday is a perfect excuse to have one.

You and Yasopp got together to plan out what to do for Shanks' birthday.

The night started with going out for dinner. There was nothing like good food and the company of good friends to set a good tone for the evening.

After dinner it was off to a local bar for karaoke night. Drinks, music, and watching people attempt to sing while drunk was right up Shanks' alley. There was also the bonus of knowing it wouldn't be long until Shanks took the stage.

It starts off pretty tame with him wanting to do a duet with you and you both agree on Don't Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John. It was classic, sappy, and fun.

The longer the night goes on and the more he drinks, the more unhinged his song choices get. At some point he definitely does Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead.

Overall, it was a really fun night although the hangovers the next morning would beg to differ.

#one piece birthdays #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #op shanks #red haired shanks #shanks x reader #x reader

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rookthorne · 1 year

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My dearest Lana, could I please request a drabble with our favourite Bucky boi and the prompt: “just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, at least. unless you want it to mean something. i don’t mind. that’s cool.”

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

Coming to a meet alone might have been a bad idea, so it’s a good thing your knight in shining armour is always there to rescue you — but what happens when he takes it a step too far?

You could only hope that he leaves them still breathing, whether that’s through a tube, or of their own volition.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❯❯❯ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ❯❯❯ 2.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❯❯❯ Fluff, implied violence (not towards reader) / street fight

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ❯❯❯ Prompt by @promptplanetblr.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ❯❯❯ Payback by Juicy J, Kevin Gates, Future, Sage The Gemini ❯❯❯ Riot by Hollywood Undead

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Why was it always in the dead of night that these meets happened?

It was a question that had so many answers, each more probable than the last; was it so the neon lights of the main drag would bounce off the sleek frames of the cars that lined either side of the road? Is it the fact that night provided that sense of invincibility to those that dare to pull up to the stark white line; marking the start of the battle of just who’s wallet will be thicker with bills, or keys, at the end?

You had no idea. It seemed as though the gravitational pull of the glory from winning called to more people than you thought possible, including yourself. Strutting down the centre of the road, you could finally understand just why so many were pulled into this world that ran the streets by night fall - it was powerful.

The sound of your boots hitting the bitumen of the road was drowned out by the roar of the revving engines and the booming bass from speakers that echoed out of the trunks from some of the more impressive rides that lined the street.

“Well, hello there, sugar,” a voice purred from behind your shoulder, the tone only making you grin. Only one person could get away with that. “How you doin’?”

“Hi, Bucky.” You greeted, grinning at him when he slung an arm over your shoulder. “I thought you’d be in your corner with the guys, isn’t the first heat about to start?”

Bucky smirked and moved to kiss your temple, the proximity taking you by surprise. “I can’t start nothin’ if I don’t have my good luck charm.”

The giggle escaped from you before you could stop it, and you leant a little bit closer into his side, the distinct smell of Bucky immediately bringing a sense of calmness to your already fraying nerves.

To any onlooker – not that their eyes lingered long when you were under his arm – it would seem as though you were together, a couple. However, thanks to a crippling shyness and inability to voice what you so desperately wanted, it hadn’t evolved past not-so-subtle flirting and gentle touches. To say you were smitten was an understatement.

Bucky had the patience of a saint, you presumed.

Spoiler alert; he didn’t.

The two of you made your way down the street, stopping only once for you to admire a Porsche much to Bucky’s disdain.

“Isn’t it gorgeous?” You breathed, the sleek frame and subtle colouring giving a sense of simplicity that hid the monster of the engine underneath. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“I thought you only had eyes for me,” Bucky pouted as he glared at the offending car, the childish gleam in his eyes only spurring you on. “C’mon, my baby needs my good luck charm, you know this.”

You laughed as Bucky tugged on your arm gently. His baby was the Skyline that had stolen your breath in a gasp as you watched it drift around a corner during your first race meet, just before you had met Nat. A kaleidoscope of feelings had bloomed in your stomach as you watched the Skyline tear its way towards the finish line, and then seeing him emerge from the cabin only to be immediately embraced by Steve as they shouted their victory, did you finally know and realise that you were screwed.

“But, Buck,” you protested with a sly grin, and the way he glared at you because he knew what you were going to say was dangerous, intoxicating. “She’s so pretty.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by another voice.

“Who’s pretty?”

A flash of pure anger flickered through Bucky’s eyes and his posture stiffened, and you didn’t miss the way he pulled you towards him possessively. You didn’t fight it. This was not the time to play around – not when Bucky reacted like that.

“The pretty sight of my boot up your ass is hard to beat, Hugh,” Bucky growled, the low timbre of his voice not only startling you, but it took Hugh by surprise as well – if his widened eyes were anything to go by.

Then, Hugh’s face split into a cheshire grin as he stared between the two of you, and you were glad Bucky was there.

“You know, James, I didn’t take you as such a sensitive prick. You’ve grown soft,” Hugh sneered, the predatory glint in his eyes as he looked from his car back to you. “A bit of pussy turned you into a whipped son of a bitch.”

Bucky’s arm had moved from your shoulders, and before you had realised what was happening, you gripped the cold metal of his prothesis in your hands and pulled back, desperate to stop him from ripping Hugh limb from limb. “Bucky, stop!”

It all happened so quickly it left you reeling. Bucky’s arm slipped from your grip and the sound of bone crunching made you wince sharply.

The scuffle of shoes and a yelp of pain later, Bucky and Hugh stood nose to bloodied nose, their chests heaving for breath as they glared with such viciousness you were surprised neither of them dropped dead against the hood of Hugh’s car. “My name is Ransom, you fucking asshole,” Hugh spat, the blood from his broken nose slowly trickling down to land on his once pristine coat and scarf.

“Well, Ransom,” Bucky snarled, his lip curling. “Shut your fuckin’ mouth before I make you eat through a straw for the rest of your pathetic, trust fund existence, you bitch.”

Well, that wasn’t hot.

Bucky was ignoring every tug on his arm, your pleas of, “Just leave it alone, Buck,” going unanswered – it had started to become a spectacle with the crowd of people circling the three of you in. A few people were whistling and cheering, their whooping only making the atmosphere more tense.

Steve and Sam broke through the crowd and met your scared gaze and they blanched; the sudden change of their normal playful demeanour only unnerved you further.

Bucky was not moving.

“That’s enough boys,” Steve called as he stepped forward, his once bright eyes now dark with intention, for what, you couldn’t tell. His hand rested against Bucky’s chest and pushed back to create distance between the two. “Settle this on the streets, not here.”

Your eyes widened when Sam grabbed a hold of your shoulders, pulling you back. “Steve, you can’t be serious,” you argued, and Sam chuckled.

“Bucky is a monster behind the wheel when he’s this riled up, trust me, sweetheart,” Sam whispered as he draped an arm around your shoulder, his grip tight and unrelenting when you shifted to lean against his side slightly.

The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to be behind the wheel this angry, he wouldn’t be smart – he would not be safe.

Ransom and Bucky were still staring one another down and ignoring Steve as he pulled two slips of pink paper from the back pocket of his jeans.

No. No, Bucky wouldn’t do this.

“Bucky! Don’t, please!” You cried. The adrenaline from seeing him so angry coursed through you like a wildfire. “Please don’t!”

Bucky turned his head slightly to look at you out of the corner of his eye and your stomach sunk – he never turned down a challenge.

“Sam,” Bucky asked, turning back to look Ransom dead in the eye, the slight tilt of his head only telling you that the look on his face would be murderous. “Take care of my girl while I teach this punk a lesson.”

“Will do,” Sam replied, the grip on your shoulders slackening slightly as he turned to guide you to their corner. You took that opportunity to pull free and dart forward to grab Bucky’s hand, the sudden pressure of your grip made him turn to look at you with slightly widened eyes, as though he couldn’t believe it.

“Let’s go, now,” you said, tugging him along. And for once, Bucky didn’t resist.

You paid no mind to the fact that you were holding his hand, nor to the fact that you had never initiated contact with him before now, or the fact that Bucky’s gaze never left the side of your face as you stalked towards his Skyline as it lay in wait. Sam and Steve’s not-so-quiet sniggers and laughter as they followed right behind the two of you also went ignored, your tunnel vision and focus honed in only on Bucky’s Skyline.

The pink slips, now filled out for a shining white Porsche and Bucky’s Skyline, were now stuffed into Steve’s back pocket, the crinkle of the paper loud over the hum of conversation.

You had finally reached Bucky’s car when Bucky pulled you to a stop – the sudden resistance making you stumble slightly as you turned to face him. Your hand still holding his. “What?”

Bucky smiled. All traces of hostility had disappeared and he looked at you as though seeing you clearly for the first time, his eyes gleamed with a suspicious happiness. You raised your brow and his smile turned into a grin as he pointedly looked down.

You followed his gaze and froze.

Well, shit.

“W-Wait,” you stumbled, suddenly very aware of the feel of the calluses and the roughness on his own caused by years of working on engine blocks and chassis. “Me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, Bucky. Not in that way, at least,” you rambled, nervously.

God, why was it suddenly so hot?

If the high beam of the headlights on an approaching racer was the brightest thing you had seen in this lifetime, it was nothing compared to the wide grin on Bucky’s face as he stared up to the sky, the ghost of a laugh leaving him.

He was still holding your hand. And he was not letting go.

“Unless you want it to mean something, I don’t mind,” you mumbled quickly, suddenly unable to tolerate looking anywhere but your feet. Had you seen that oil slick before? Surely not. You had to make it a point to get Bucky to check the seals of his engine. “That’s cool.”

A sudden squeeze to your hand made you quickly snap your focus from the oil slick on the ground to your joined hands, and then up to Bucky’s face. When you met his gaze, your eyes widened in shock – his eyes had never ever been so bright, so blue, and it was like the final gut punch before the ultimate rejection. You knew it.

“I need my good luck charm to give me a kiss–to help me win,” Bucky whispered, the smirk on his face made his tone playful.

What?

“Huh?” You whispered back, unable to keep the shock from your voice.

What the hell is going on?

“I said, my good luck charm has to gimme a kiss, to help me win.” Bucky edged forward and moved his left hand to tilt your chin up, the cold bite of the vibranium a relief against your hot skin. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart.”

Oh, fuck.

“Y-Yeah, I will.” If only you could have kept the whimper from being so damn obvious, he wouldn’t look at you like that.

“Good girl.”

Your lips brushed his, a soft, chaste kiss, barely there, but it stole the breath from your lungs nevertheless. Bucky was first to let go and he gestured towards his Skyline, the gunmetal grey paint illuminated in the white light of the streetlight, and you took your place against the arch as you waited for him to slip into the driver’s seat, a hesitant smile on your face while he watched you as the engine purred to life.

“You better be safe, Buck!” Steve called as he ducked back out of his car, the flag in his hand acting like a beacon to all the eyes watching Bucky prepare. Cars had already moved from the street to make room for the two competitors.

“Are you a flag girl now, Stevie?” You shouted and he groaned in response, flipping you off.

“He wishes, sugar. He’s got the body for it, don’t you think?” Bucky grinned and revved his engine to cover the obscenities Steve shouted over his shoulder at him. “Such a drama queen.”

“You’re not wr-” You started, only to be interrupted by the sight of Ransom’s Porsche rolling towards the line. The exhaust crackled as it spat fire while he turned it around so the tail lights now faced you, the whine of the engine only made you more nervous for what exactly was under that hood.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Bucky said softly, and you complied, only hesitating slightly. His jean-clad legs were in the footwell and his elbow hung out the window when he shut the door.

The hungry expression on his face was an immediate shock to your nerves, he never looked at you like that – at least that you had noticed. But you didn’t hate it; if you ignored the way all of your blood rushed south.

You had to ignore it.

“I have an idea, sugar,” Bucky purred, smirking as he gestured you closer. You complied, going against your better judgement. As soon as you were close enough, Bucky reached forward and grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your face to his, the bruising kiss that followed made you dizzy with want.

Much too quickly, Bucky pulled away with a shit-eating grin on his face, the absolute unhindered sense of mischief evident in his eyes.

He wasn’t done with you.

“Hold that thought, sweetheart,” Bucky said, his voice deepening with a competitive edge. “I gotta teach this punk a lesson.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #rookthorne's works #DWTD

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marzmeltdown · 11 months

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Bad Decisions

⌦ Pairing: Prof!Changkyun (I.M) x Fem!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): Smut ⌦ Warning(s): swearing,, age gaps (changkyun's in his 30's readers in their 20's),, power dynamics,, exhibitionism (kinda),, nicknames (changkyun: sir,, professor,, reader: doll,, princess,, idk if slut constitutes itself as a nickname but its used,, ),, cream pies(pls be practice safe sex besties),, deep throating,, face fucking,, desk sex,, choking,, oral (m receiving),, Dacryphilia,, dirty talk,, spit eating (idk if thats what its called),, fingering,, humiliation,, ⌦ Word count: 2.66k ⌦ Summary: You're struggling in your history class, so naturally, you go to your professor for help. You weren't expecting to receive that type of help as well. ⌦ A/N: Listening to Hollywood Undead and Monsta X while writing this was an experience to say the least. I may or may not have written this for myself as well. Have y'all seen that tiktok of Changkyun pulling out of a parking spot w one hand? Twas truly beautiful. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on everything I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

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You cried as you looked at the exam grade displayed on your computer screen. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. D+, you had studied so hard; how could you have gotten such a bad grade? You sat at your desk with your knees to your chest, crying into them.

Your head flew up as you heard the door to your dorm room swing open, followed by your roommate's keys jingling as she walked in. She sat her bag on the floor beside her bed, oblivious to your crying until she took her headphones out of her ears.

"Oh my god, y/n, are you okay? What happened??" She asked, tossing her headphones onto her bed as she rushed over to you. You sniffled a bit, turning the laptop towards her with one hand while the other wiped away the tears that had taken residence on the tip of your chin.

"I got a D on my history exam," you said. It took everything in you not to scream with how upset you were; history was the only class you were struggling in. Which didn't make any sense to you, as you really liked history.

"What the hell? You studied so hard! You study more than I do!" Your roommate gasped, her brows furrowed in confusion and irritation as she too tried to wrap her head around how you could have done so poorly on an exam you worked so hard to prepare for. You sniffled once more, turning the laptop back to you and beginning to write your professor an email asking if he were free tomorrow during his office hours.

"I'm going to go talk to him tomorrow and see if there's anything I can do to get my grade up," you said, your voice slowly going back to normal rather than the shakey, upset voice you had when your roommate walked in on your crying session.

"That's a good idea. Mr. Im is a nice professor; I'm sure he would be more than willing to help you out." Your roommate said she hugged your side reassuringly before walking back to her side of the room.

Mr. Im replied to your email sooner than you had expected; he has always told students that as soon as 5 p.m. rolled around, any emails he had would be answered the following business day.

⌦ Mr Im:

ㅤY/N,

ㅤThank you for reaching out regarding your performance in class, my office hours are open all ㅤday.

ㅤThank you, Mr. Im.

You smiled as you read the email, looking back at your roommate, who had gotten comfortable on her bed. "He's free all day tomorrow; hopefully we can get something figured out."

"That's great; I'm sure he will work with you about your grade," she reassured once more.

You sighed shakily as you stood outside your professor's office. Rarely did you ask for help, so knowing that you were about to knock on Mr. Im's door to do exactly that made you nervous. After a couple deep breaths, you knocked on the door. You were worried that you'd knocked too softly until the door swung open, revealing your professor.

"Y/N, come in; it's good to see you." Mr. Im smiled, and you stood there in awe for a moment as you soaked in his smile. He was ethereal, and you felt as though you could stare at him all day if you could.

"Nice to see you too, Mr. Im," you stuttered, stepping into the room. It was neater than you had expected; every book on the shelf was in order from biggest to smallest, and the couch that sat against the wall looked untouched. His desk looked unused aside from the stack of papers on the left corner and a water bottle that sat next to his computer; the floor was spotless as well.

"What was it you wanted to talk about, y/n?" Changkyun asked, following you to his desk once he shut the door. You both took seats in the chairs opposite each other.

"I wanted to talk about my grade; it's not great," you said, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.

"I'm well aware that your grade isn't anything to brag about," he replied, leaning back in his chair.

"Right.." You said that, blushing a bit as you looked down.

"I suppose you're hoping I can help you fix that?" He asked, and his tone came off more condescending than he had meant it.

"Yeah, if you'd be so kind,"

"Well, if you paid better attention in my class, you might do better," he suggested. Your head snapped up at him as you looked at him with widened eyes. He smirked softly, beginning to speak as he stood up from his chair. "Don't act so surprised, y/n; I see how you stare at me during class; it's pretty obvious." He said, you hadn't noticed that he was standing right next to you until he gently took hold of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"It makes me wonder what's going on in that pretty little head of yours," he said, running his thumb against your bottom lip as he spoke. His voice had gotten deeper—sexier even, if that were possible. Instinctively, you parted your lips as you kept your eyes trained on him. "You and I both know that you're capable of studying for my exams, so I'll cut you a deal; I'll fix your grade if you do something for me."

Your professor seemed more talkative than normal, but you assumed anyone would be if they were discussing "deals" with another person. It was your turn to speak now. Before you could, however, his thumb found itself inside your mouth, pressing itself down on your tongue. Changkyun stood still as he waited for an answer, looking down at you with lidded eyes. You nodded in response to his offer.

Changkyun only smiled at this as his free hand worked at his belt. You moved your eyes to his hand as your hands reached up to aid him in taking his belt off. He jerked your head up gently, forcing you to look back up at him. "Eyes on me, doll."

Undoing the clasp of his belt and the buttons of his pants without being able to look at them seemed to be somewhat of a struggle. But the reward behind the zipper was worth the struggle. Changkyun moved his hand from your chin to your head once you pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out.

You broke eye contact with your professor long enough to glance at his cock, your mouth watering at the sight. You brought a hand to pump at the base, looking back up at him as you began pumping his cock with a steady pace. His breath hitched slightly when you let your tongue run against the pink tip of his cock.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this, princess," he breathed out as you took the head of his cock into your mouth. He gripped your hair roughly, forcing himself the rest of the way into your mouth. You did your best not to gag, though your efforts proved futile when the tip of his cock brushed against your throat.

The sound of your gag seemed to spark something within him as his hips began thrusting themselves into you and shoving his cock further down your throat. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes from how harshly he was thrusting into you. The lewd sounds of your gags mixed with his groans of pleasure and the saliva being churned in your mouth filled the room. You were surprised no one had heard you two yet.

Just when you were certain your professor was only going to abuse your throat, he pulled out of you, pulling you to stand. Immediately, you leaned in to kiss him, the both of you hungrily attacking each other's mouths. Your hands found their way to Changkyun's collar, tugging him closer as you sat on his desk. Your fingers worked to undo the buttons on his shirt while his worked at the buttons on your pants. You mentally cursed at yourself for not taking your roommate's advice on the skirt she suggested you wear.

You pushed Changkyun's shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, before aiding him in taking your pants off. His hand found itself resting against your heat as his thumb rubbed itself against your clothed clit. You whimpered at his soft teasing, bucking your hips against his hand.

"Patience, princess, I'll fill you up soon," he said against your lips, his fingers still teasing you through your panties.

"Yes, sir," you replied, whining when he pulled your panties aside to continue teasing your hole. "Just take them off," you begged, moving a hand down to push your panties off.

Changkyun chuckled at your impatience but obliged, pulling your panties off the rest of the way, his hand finding itself attached to your heat once more. "You're so wet already, doll," he commented, emphasizing his words by slipping his middle finger into your hole. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you pulled away from the kiss to let your head fall back.

You let your eyes close as your professor began to pump his finger in and out of your hole. You pulled your shirt off as Changkyun inserted another finger, the surprise causing you to drop your shirt onto his desk, letting yourself lean against your hand as his thumb rubbed itself against your clit once more.

"F-fuck, professor, please," you begged as your head fell back. His fingers felt like magic against the nerves between your thighs.

"Please what, princess? Use your words," he said, his free hand reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You were surprised at how well your professor did tasks with one hand that would have required a normal person to use two.

"Fuck me, please," you whined, your free hand gripping at his toned biceps. He smirked at your request, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving your hole empty momentarily as he reached into his wallet to grab a condom. Your head snapped up to look at him, and your hand flew up to stop him, looking at him pleadingly.

He looked at you with a confused expression, his confusion disappearing once you opened your mouth to say, "I know you want to fuck your cum into me just as much as I want you to."

You weren't sure where this new bout of confidence came from, but the look on your professor's face when you spoke went straight to your core. You could feel the slick beginning to run down your thighs as you bit your lip. He tossed the partially opened condom onto the floor along with his wallet before pulling you closer by your thighs.

"If you keep talking like that, kitten, I might have to take you home with me," he said as he took his cock in one hand, his other pushing your thigh up even more, causing you to lie on your back. You whimpered as Changkyun rubbed his cock against your folds, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, princess?" Changkyun began as he slowly thrust himself into you. It took all the strength you had not to let your head fall back so you could watch as your professor's cock disappeared into your hole before reappearing again once you'd had time to adjust to his size.

You bit your lip as Changkyun began speaking again, painting a more detailed picture in your head of what he was talking about. "You'd like it if I took you home and fucked you like the little slut you are," he said, letting his hand rest against your throat, squeezing just enough to feel good but not enough to cause any serious harm.

You nodded in response, letting your body fall back against the desk so you could use your hands to hold your thighs open. "Yes, sir, I'd like that very much." You whined.

Changkyun wasted no time as he snapped his hips into you at a rapid pace, leaning his body against yours so you were eye to eye. The way his body pinned you in place prevented you from arching your back while simultaneously forcing your legs to rest themselves against his shoulders, allowing him to pound deeper into your walls.

You couldn't help the loud moans that came out of your mouth as his tip brutally hit your sweet spot. His hand moved from your throat to slip his fingers into your mouth, muffling any noises that escaped your lips.

"Be quiet, princess; you don't want anyone to catch us now, do you?" He asked, and his question, along with the taste of your slick still on his fingers, caused a whimper to fall from your lips. You shook your head, and the sight of you tasting yourself on Changkyun's fingers caused his dick to twitch inside you.

Only when he thought you were capable of controlling your sounds did he remove his fingers from your mouth, this time gripping at your jaw just as he had done earlier.

"I bet you let all your professors slut you out like this, don't you?" He taunted, angling his hips so every thrust would push the head of his cock against the bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars each time it was hit. His hand keeping a firm grasp on your chin prevented you from shaking your head in protest; he took this opportunity to spit into your mouth to further humiliate you.

His words and the act of him spitting into your mouth went right to your core, and your walls began to contract around his cock.

"N-No sir! J-Just you—fuck, I'm so close," you moaned, digging your heels into his shoulder blades in attempts to pull him closer. You reached back to grip the edge of the desk, effectively pushing the ungraded papers onto the floor.

"Go ahead, princess, cum on my cock," he panted, feeling the knot in his stomach begin to tighten as well. He propped himself up on his hands to give himself more leverage, his thrusts going deeper and harder than they had been previously.

It took a few more harsh thrusts on his end before the coil in your stomach snapped and you were sent over the edge. Your hand clamped itself over your mouth to muffle the wanton moan that escaped your throat as you felt your hole flutter against his cock and your arousal slowly ran down Changkyun's cock. You were positive he would have a stain there afterwards.

The tight grip your walls used to hold Changkyun in was enough for him to fall over the edge, a soft whimper escaping his mouth as he finished. He thrust his cum back into you a few times as he rode out his orgasm, his thrusts coming to a full stop, and he caught his breath before pulling out. He watched as his cum dripped out of your hole and down the side of his desk.

"Here," Changkyun said, handing you a water bottle as he helped you sit up. You weren't sure when he'd walked away, but he had already cleaned himself and adjusted his pants. You winced as you sat up, taking the water bottle from him.

"Thank you," you said as you opened the bottle, taking a sip. You watched as Changkyun gently wiped you clean with a few tissues he had taken from the box that surprisingly didn't fall.

He tossed the soiled tissues into the trash can beside his desk before he leaned in to whisper into your ear.

"I expect you to pick those papers up, and I was serious about taking you back to my place."

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thepepsislvt · 3 months

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Here me out here me out

modern day punk!barto who loves bands like NOFX, Bouncing Souls, Green Day, Dropkick Murphys (Dropkicks are more of a kid pirates thing though I’ve seen that floating around recently)

But punk barto who dresses in mostly leather, studs, and bands tees.

Punk!barto who’s over the moon when his partner takes interests in his stuff

-🌷🌷Tulip Annon (my actual account is still broken 😍)

TULIP ANNON MY BELOVED WELCOME BACK

as a punk myself im going to have so much fun with this one

Punk Bartolomeo x GN reader

Punk Bartolomeo supremacy

okay now that thats out of the way

when you first met him you thought he was a little scary

He’s tall, dresses with a lot of spikes and studs that look like it could really hurt someone, a lot of jewelry, so many piercings, he was a drummer, and listened to wack ass music

that really intimidated you

but once you got to know him more he was actually a real sweetheart

You guys became close friends and then eventually decided to become roommates to save on rent

when you guys got a new place together you both helped each other unpack

he would move all the furniture and big boxes while you decorated and organized everything

you came across a box containing all of his concert tickets

he would tell you about all of the concerts he went to and what his favorite and least favorite parts were

he asked you to help him put up his posters which were mainly just band posters

there was a lot of bands youve never heard of before like Hollywood Undead, Blink-182, Three Days Grace, Greenday, System of a Down, Fall Out Boy, Good Charlotte, the list goes on

everything in his room was so unique and it suited him perfectly

one night when yall were watching a movie together you confessed your feelings for him

he, to your surprise, reciprocated those feelings for you

yall became official the next day :)

3 months into your relationship you got bored one day while he was working and you had the day off

so you decided to go to his room and try on his clothes

while you were checking yourself out in the mirror you completely missed the front door of your shared apartment opening

but you didnt miss it when he dropped his phone on the floor

you quickly turned around to see him standing in his doorway, jaw dropped and looking at you with wide eyes

he was staring at you with awe while you were wearing one of his Pierce the Veil tees, his leather vest, and many of his bracelets and studded cuffs.

He was so lost in thought he almost missed you apology

he quickly shut down your apology and told you you looked fantastic in his clothes and that you should wear them more

he then hugged you tightly while covering your face in kisses

“ya look so cute wearing my clothes”

#x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo x reader #one piece x gn reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 16 days

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Soooooooo admin have you ever considered: Bloky Painter x model reader🤔 like drop dead gorgeous and has a natural talent with the camera

Bloody Painter x model!reader

Having fun revisiting stuff like Hollywood undead and other stuff that was popular in the creepypasta fandom- I feel like the fandom would've ate up jhariah if he was around back then.. bad luck + beginners guide + a few other songs are giving me ideas

Notes: Reader is GN

CWs: Teeny tiny bit suggestive towards the end

Straight forward when he tells you that he thinks you're beautiful- hes a little... technical with it, at least I think he would be

He doesnt compare your beauty to anything or uses metaphors- it can sound a little odd when he says the ratio of your face is pleasing but hey, hes just a little quirky

Hes also straight forward in asking you to pose for him for a reference, though I hope you're ready to stand still for a while...

Some days he can whip something up quickly but on other days he toils away at the details.. your poor back

He does make up for it by treating you with some attention

Or perhaps a meal, you had been sitting there for a while and I do enjoy the headcanon that he would be a good cook...

Oh? You think him asking you to pose nude for him would lead to some spicy time?

Unfortunately the thought doesnt cross his mind when he asks you, not that you wouldn't be able to initiate something of course- he just might be receptive if hes at least got the sketch down

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #bloody painter x you #bloody painter imagine #bloody painter x reader

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sugolara · 1 year

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮

feat. tomura shigaraki x fem! reader

cw: angst

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ after being kidnapped by the league of villains, or what remains left of it, y/n isn't to sure of what to do.

❝till there's nothing left in her let's watch the city burn. ❞

+ city by hollywood undead

it's been years since you've last seen your friend, tenko shimura. the only friend you had because he didn't deem you as rude or egotistical. you were kind, just like him.

so image the horror when your city, musutafu, crumbled down and killed anyone in the process; villains, animals, organisms, and even heroes. and not only by just some low class villain, but you long lost friend.

who now went by the name, tomura shigaraki.

you just had to be in the middle of it all, you told yourself. you should've ran the second the ground shook and not turn around as buildings started to collapse. but you did anyhow. and now because of you decision, tenko— tomura, had you in his grasp.

and he looked different. so much different. he's gotten taller and buffer, his hair is no longer black, and his face no longer holds the kindness in which she fell for.

his gaze is harsh, daring anyone who comes across him to try something. and as he stared down at your injured body, you can't help but let the fear in your face show, the tears threatening to leave your (e/c) eyes.

you flinched as he slowly crouched down, maintaining eye contact. he hesitates as he lifts his hand to cup your face when he hears a silent gasp come out from you. but with his gloved hands, he cups your face and with a small smile he speaks, "i'm glad i finally found you."

hearing his voice, it no longer sounded soft, it sounded raspy. it wasn't the voice you knew.

staring at him in fear and confusion, you hesitate to speak, "...what?"

he quickly stood up bring you up with him as well and with a grin he waves his arms out to the destructive city, "i spent years, after finally finding myself, to look for you. i did all this for us, so that when the day comes and you return, we'd have a whole kingdom. just like when we were kids."

y/n fearfully stared out to the city, suddenly guilt eating her up, i did this? she shook her head and fell to her knees, the tears in her eyes finally falling, "no, no, no, no!"

"uh, oh, she doesn't look to happy." tomura had heard dabi say, he then glared at toga as she sneered at y/n, "if she isn't happy with what we did, why don't we just cut her. we lost twice in the process, ungrateful if you ask me."

tomura glanced back at y/n who was now mumbling to herself. back when tenko wanted to be the hero, she and him would play a game where tenko would build an empire out of his hero reputation. then giving y/n whatever she wanted because they were best friends.

it was just a stupid game.

tomura sighed as he crouched down. he understood why she was upset. he just killed thousands of people and she probably thought he was dead only to be shocked as tomura stood right in front of her. well, more like he kidnapped her, but it doesn't matter.

he's back, and you should be happy to see him, not devastated. yea, he killed people, but your his best friend. which means, you have to stick by his side no matter what, because now your an accomplice.

and no one will know you went missing, they'll just think you died in the war. so really, you have no where else to go as tomura was now your family.

he gently wiped your tears with his thumbs then grabbed your hands. still staring at him with a frightened look, he held a small smile, one that wasn't sincere, "it's you and me now. and no one will tear us apart, not even yourself."

#shigaraki x you #bnha tomura #shimura tenko #shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #tomura x you #tomura x reader #light angst #shigaraki angst #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n

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theexaltedbride · 1 year

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Dead Island 2 Slayers X National Guard Reader (Gender Neutral)

(Art is not mine. Its taken from the old, and sadly dead, zombie Tabletop RPG “All Flesh Must Be Eaten” by Eden Studios.)

You were part of the failed attempt by the military to wipe out the seemingly endless hordes of the undead in Los Angeles. After its failure you were re-tasked with aiding in quarantine for Hell-A and evacuation procedures for the remaining survivors of LA before Zero Hour. The moment when no one, alive or dead, would be allowed to leave the city to stop the risk of infection spreading to the rest of the country, the continent...the world.

You’ve seen so much horror, so much suffering and heard so much screaming, but you still strapped on your boots like everyone else. Some may have gone too far, others not far enough, in trying to stop the infected, but you did everything possible while still keeping your soul.

Not all of you were even originally from LA, but the outbreak was so bad that National Guard units even from as far as Texas were being called up to come in and reinforce the quarantine zone around the infected regions. Not even a single zombie could be allowed to escape and cause outbreaks elsewhere. All options were on the table, and everyone had to go above and beyond the call of duty to save humanity, which for some (like your unit) meant going in and destroying clusters of the infected where they seemed to strangely be congregating in areas that would keep them safe from artillery and airstrikes.

This is how you discovered you were secretly a Numen. You were immune to the infection. One of those things got too close and ripped off your mask before your pistol went under the monster’s chin and fired off a round.

Some of the infected matter got into your eyes, your nose, your mouth, you knew that was when it happened...deep down you knew you were infected. But you were too scared to tell anyone. So, you covered it up, and while you managed to pass out somewhere private, you woke up as yourself. The disease which turned others into monsters had given you new strength, made you feel younger, stronger, faster, healthier. Were it not for the occasional head splitting headaches, you probably would call it the best thing to ever happen to you.

It certainly made the coming days easier as you fought through countless swarms of the undead, saved who you could, and even gave up a seat on an evacuation plane so that others could get to safety.

You were there at the failed attempt to burn out the undead from around the Hollywood Sign, you can still smell the roasting corpses, before finally falling back with the others to the last evacuation flights out of LA. Somehow you ended up as part of the security detail for the same flight as Emma Jaunt. But then her husband turned out to be infected, and it spread like wildfire inside the plane.

You survived the plane crash by assuming the crash position, only to wake up being carried out by one of the other survivors, who saw you writhing in your seat, this same person...a fellow Numen of all things, would eventually become your lover.

Amy:

-At one point Amy’s prosthetic slipped and she landed on the ground, your training kicked in and you grabbed her and carried her to safety, all the while firing round after round from your pistol into the oncoming swarm, driving them back just enough for you to get away. You swept Amy of her feet figuratively and literally.

-Amy and you both share the same story of having given up a flight to safety so that others could get out first. You’ve bonded over this and its not uncommon to hear Amy call you Superhero for it, even though she did the same thing.

-She’s not normally one for uniforms, but likes the way your PT gear fits on you when you both hit the gym at Emmas Mansion. Though her regiment is more designed for stamina while yours is an all purpose strength builder. she still loved to see you sweat all the same and hit the showers with you.

-As a sign of trust, you let her carry your dog tags, and she keeps it tied together with the little cross she sometimes prays to when she’s afraid. She even went so far as to look into a prayer for soldiers, so she can pray for you when things get tough.

Bruno:

-Tends to keep thinking you’re in the Army despite how many times you explain how the National Guard works as his only experience with anything military was the evacuation, movies, and videogames.

-He loves to joke that the footage he gets of you could be used for recruitment videos, or how you already are a super-soldier, even without the Numen part of you.

-He happily shoots guns Gangsta style until you teach him the right way to do it. The entire time you had your hands on him and helped Bruno shoot straight, he was just blushing and nervously nodding. It would take several tries for the lessons to stick, which gave you plenty of material to tease Bruno with later on.

-Likes to watch you flex your muscles when you’re alone together, and when you sleep in bed, he tends to idly play with your dogtags enjoying the sound and feel of them, while committing the details in them to memory. He kind of wants to get a set of his own now, only far more tricked out than yours.

Carla:

-Loves to arm wrestle you because she knows you can take it and sometimes likes to play the knife game with you. (Carla wins most of the time and your poor fingers would be covered in bandages, were it not for your Numen abilities healing you up faster). Carla has also been a bit rougher with you in sparring matches and wants to learn what you know, half of the time its so she can really learn to fight like a soldier, but the other half of it is just so she can spend more time with you working out and pushing your bodies to the limit.

-Can’t keep up with you during PT runs around the mansion and makes excuses about leg cramps, or that she does it so she can check you out as you run. In truth it’s really that you run faster than her, but at least she gets a nice show out of it.

-She thinks you look good in your uniform, but thinks it would be a little tighter.

-Tends to be disappointed when you explain real military life isn’t like the movies, but appreciates you being honest with her.

Dani:

-Surprisingly good with firearms once you taught her the basics, you soon discovered she was putting in extra practice with Curtis to impress you and to look good for you while shooting. She’s also the most serious about trigger discipline out of everyone in the group.

-Loves to swear and drink, and tends to challenge you to a contest of one or both of those things since soldiers do both in ample amounts. Or at least that’s what she learned from movies.

-Tends to take your camo-cap, beanie, beret, or helmet, from off your head and put it on herself. If you want it back you gotta pay the toll. Or you could try to put her in a friendly headlock, whichever works.

-Geeks out over deciding which military focused tattoos would look great on you and which ones she can get for herself so you both have a matching set.

Jacob:

-”Yes Captain, my Captain!” Is a common phrase from Jacob when he’s messing around with you. It was annoying at first, but the sincerity and positive energy he puts into it brings a smile to your face...of course its also led to some confusion as others think you’re a Captain now.

-He can’t stand all the pomp and circumstance of a regimented lifestyle like the military, always taking orders and having to obey etc etc. But he has to admit, you make it appealing in your own way.

-Jacob’s not into any of that PT and weapon drills you run for the other survivors, but he does like watching you do it while sitting back with a cigar. He can also be found cheering you on when you have a sparring match with one of the others.

-He might occasionally make a comment about soldiers or military being mindless drones who kill, but he won’t say it to you or around you.

Ryan:

-You actually remembered Ryan from the airport and kept referring to him as a firefighter, until he (in one of his first displays of affection to you) shared the truth that he wasn’t really a firefighter. Just a male stripper who used the costume to get past the guards. Something about that sent you into a deep fit of laughter, and

-You’ve both had shirtless (or even fully naked) flexing contests in the mirror to see who has the best body from all their training and working out. Ryan always says you look better than him no matter what.

-He jokes about perhaps dressing up in a uniform too and taking on the role as your CO, which you tell him no because you’ve grown to really like his Firefighter persona. (Especially since impersonating a soldier like that is disrespectful and in a crisis situation might be even more illegal than impersonating a firefighter.)

-Ryan has a keychain that reminds him of his brother, and so you gave him one of your tags to add to it, so he can think of you whenever you are separated for a while by your missions.

General Interactions and Headcanons:

-Due to your position, duty, and uniform, survivors tend to call you ‘Trooper’ ‘Guard’ ‘Soldier’ or by the rank you are wearing at the time.

-You have a growing collection of dog tags from every undead soldier you put down. They might have been monsters when they attacked you, but before that each one was someone’s father, mother, brother, sister, son, daughter...someone’s lover. Its only right they get some kind of closure when all of this is over.

-Your bayonete is slowly becoming your lucky charm. Its always there when the swarms get big or when the ammo runs dry. Its also pretty intimidating to hostile survivors and when stabbed into a zombie it gives you some good distance to catch your breath and figure out your next move.

-You are the best at handling Grenadier Walkers, and can sometimes re-arm from them if you manage to take them down without igniting their explosives.

- Thanks to Ryan and you both wearing uniforms that seem to indicate you are in positions of authority, random survivors defer to you both for help and guidance. You are starting to become somewhat of a team leader because of this.

-Surviving military personnel, like those at the beach, are a little more lenient to you and the Slayers if you speak first. They might be willing to part ways with some extra supplies if you ask nicely or can offer something in return. Teh extra bit of firepower is going to really help out in the days to come.

-You made sure that everyone learned proper gun-safety and trigger discipline. Emma, Andrea, and Michael nearly shot someone by accident when you first arrived at Emma’s mansion. There are no hospitals, so accidental shootings are even more dangerous now than before. This is a crisis situation and everyone needs to know how to handle a firearm, even at its most basic level, without hurting themselves even if they don’t like guns. Out of the whole group Bruno and Luciana appreciated the lessons the most. While Amanda is absolutely not allowed to handle a gun ever again.

-Andrea looks to you for guidance as an authority figure more so than the other Slayers and taught Amy a soldier’s prayer to say for you.

-Carlos is happy to help you do maintenance on your firearms, and even watch as you explain certain things so he can help repair the group’s equipment.

-You’ve taken to occasionally having shooting competitions with Curtis.

-Luciana was excited to learn from you that in their off time a lot of soldiers indulge in nerdy hobbies like miniatures, tabletop RPGs, or Anime weaboo stuff. Its not always just guns and marching and chest thumping.

-Dr Reed was initially worried about your presence, as not everything about his operation is actually approved of by the CDC, but you presented more valuable data and were of too low a rank to know the full truth and be a risk to his plans.

-The Other Numen of the Eschaton group don’t exactly like you. They see you as an agent of the old order, one which must die out (along with the ‘unevolved’ parts of humanity). But so long as you don’t get in their way (and because you have six other Numen on your side/one devoted lover) they hold off on trying to harm you. Someday your two groups may come to blows. Not now, but eventually.

-Sam B did not initially trust you as he’s been burnt by the authorities too many times. But after everything you’ve all been through together, he trusts you as much as he does the rest of the Hell-A Slayers. He may not have much love or trust for anyone in authority, but in his eyes, you are one of the good ones, maybe even the best.

-Patton initially saluted you, old training taking over as he mistook you for an officer, and then was a little hostile to you. Like many veterans abandoned after their service, he has a bit of resentment towards the military for using him and tossing him away. But when he sees you being an action hero and saving people, that will quickly turn around.

-The Nightmares can get bad sometimes. You can remember the screams of people you considered your brothers and sisters, you can still hear the calls over the radio:

“Ghouls are climbing over the fence, we’re hanging on by a thread!”

“3 O’ clock! One of those big fuckers just flipped a humvee!”

“The Earthquke cracked open the sewers, we got...we got fucking monsters spilling out of the ground!”

“Oh God we just lost the civvies! The quakes knocked over the evac bus!”

“The quakes just knocked over the artillery over by the hill, I repeat, artillery battery is unable to engage.”

“This is the boardwalk FOB, we’ve taken 90% losses! We need a ride out of here or we’re all going to die!”

“Get those Little Birds out of here! The fucking ghouls are jumping on them!”

“Ghouls breaking through the...shit...we cannot hold this position any longer. Broken Arrow! Broken Arrow! Broken Arrow! Turn our position to glass! I wanna die quick by the bombs....6-4 signing out...God help us...”

You’ve been left twitching in bed or reaching for a weapon, only for your lover to calm you down. They brush away any shame or fear you might have. They’ve fought through swarms of the undead, killed monsters alongside you and stood up to the Eschaton Group for you. They won’t abandon you because you have some chronic night terrors. They love you and once all this is over, they will do whatever it takes to get you the therapy you need, and be by your side to support you no matter what.

#Dead Island 2 #Dead Island Headcanons #Dead Island x Reader #Dead Island Slayers x Reader #Dead Island #character x reader shipping #character x reader #DI2 #Dead Island 2 X National Guard Reader

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cottoncandy-cult · 8 months

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Yuma Mukami X Daughter! Reader

This man is the love of my life as far as DL is concerned, Yuma will always be in my top 10. Even top 5. I found an amv for Lucas Graham's 7 years that was nothing but Yuma and it's honestly my favorite amv aside from one for Mikoto Suoh involving Hollywood Undead's song Lion.

(Y/n) giggled as she played in the woods, her father always let her play out in the forest during the day. Currently she was trying to see how high she could climb; she had gotten pretty high up as she couldn't make out the details of the ground anymore. Deciding she was high enough she went to climb down, though a rough wind swept through and drew her attention to the sky. She noticed that light blue was quickly growing darker, a sudden storm beginning to sweep in. She rushed to try and climb down, but another wind made a branch shake under her feet and sent her crashing down.

With Yuma

The large man sat up with a yawn, he had been napping on one of the couches in the den for the last hour since it had been a nice a day. Though now it wasn't so nice, rain was pouring down, and the skies were dark. He was surprised to see it was only 3 or 4 in the afternoon, as the storm made it seem much later. "Good you're awake, have you seen (Y/n) she's supposed to help me make dinner." Yuma turned to see Ruki, cocking an eyebrow as he scratched the back of his head with a yawn. "She went out earlier to play, have you checked her room? She should have been back by now." The titan of a vampire moved to stand, stretching as Ruki shook his head.

Yuma felt his blood go cold but he didn't show it, simply making a "tch" and looking away before going to put his shoes on. (Y/n)'s mother was a human, so despite taking mostly after her father she was a bit more fragile than a regular vampire or even a half blood like him. It took longer for her to heal; she could also get sick though it would only last a few days. "Are you going to find her?" Ruki had straightened up, steel like eyes locked onto his larger brother. "Of course, she's my daughter."

(Y/n) woke to her head throbbing, making her whine as she opened her eyes. Everything seemed like a haze, her sinuses were blocked she was both hot and cold. "Good, you're awake. You had me worried." The deep and familiar voice of her father actually helped to soothe her headache; she slowly tilted her head to look at him. "Daddy?..." Her voice was scratchy, her throat was hurting and really dry. Yuma helped her to sit up, handing her a glass of water that she happily drank down. "Take it easy, you hit your head pretty hard, and you got a cold from the rain." He helped her get comfortable after she satisfied her thirst, keeping a straight face as he tucked her in.

"Are you mad at me daddy?..." She gave him a miserable look, the fact she was more worried about being in trouble than her physical state bothered him some, but he smiled to her. "No, I'm just glad you're ok. I found you passed out on the ground; you were soaked in water. We called sow over and she cleaned you up, she's been worried about ya but she plans to come over tomorrow." He ran his fingers through her hair, watching his little girl close her eyes and begin to fall asleep. "I love you daddy..." These sleepy words slipped from her, quickly dozing off before she heard a response. "I love you too sweetheart... Sleep well." The older vampire got comfy in his chair; he wouldn't be leaving her side til she had fully recovered.

#candy cult vault #diabolik lovers #yuma mukami #fem reader #daughter reader #fluff #Yuma x Daughter reader #this was during my DL faze in which I was reading so many toxic scenarios it wasn't even funny #so many of my favorite books involved them struggling with being single parents #my early wattpad writing is short compared to what I try to put out now

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writtengalaxies · 2 years

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Vampire

Characters: Actor x GN!Reader

Word Count: 507

Spicy Rating: One mention of "bastard", some neck biting. Part 1 of 2!

The Actor's Halloween party is something both painfully exclusive and yet the utter talk of the town the entire summer leading up to the occasion.

Each year is themed, announced so people can spend months preparing. Invitations are exclusive, handpicked by the man himself, from people he thinks would be interesting either to mingle with or to watch interact with each other. Few people have ever gone twice, and those that have are the rare few he's actually found himself enjoying the company of for a few brief hours.

Everyone knows that, regardless of theme, his costume is a Hollywood vampire taken to extravagant levels, often with better done make-up and costuming than the film's own costuming department. It helps, of course, that he doesn't have to worry about durability, stunt versions, and many other concerns that would be present on a set. He never does costumes of his own roles, of course. Too easy, he claims. There's not enough of a challenge.

This year, you have the insider knowledge that though the theme is "Villains and Victims", he's not going as a character, but himself done up to the undead extreme. He has it easier, with some simple contouring work and a clever use of contacts. His naturally longer canines give him that classive vampire charm on top of his roguish good looks. Pair that with a slim fitting suit jacket in a bright red and black velvet accents...and the man looks too smooth, too suave to be fully human.

Telling him this makes him laugh heartily, pulling you in for a kiss.

You know this, because he's asked you to go with him, your third year at the party and as good as an announcement that you're his romantic partner than anything else. The make-up chart he's shown you is done so eerily, and when the night comes, you barely recognize yourself in the mirror, gaunt and pale. Your outfit itself is a white wedding ensemble, faux blood staining down your shoulder and chest, trailing from twin puncture wounds done up on your neck, spaced perfectly to actually match his teeth. It looks like you were stolen from the altar for his own nefarious purposes.

All night, you were stopped over and over, as people ask for photos of your outfits. He eagerly obliges, lingering in the poses he sets you in. His hand gently cradles your jaw from behind, exposing your neck as he opens his mouth, looking all the world like he's going in for another taste, breath warm on your neck. For a few shots, as the night carries on, he decides to make the photos more risque. He has the gall to press his teeth against the fake bite marks, resting his mouth on your neck.

The cheeky bastard even goes so far as to lick your neck once like that, sending a subtle shudder through you that the guests don't notice. Oh, but he does.

You know, because after the last guest leaves, he's washed the fake marks away to replace them with his own, very real ones.

#scarlet spotlight #wkm actor x reader #actor mark #gn!reader x actor #wkm actor mark #my writing #gn!reader #who killed markiplier #markiplier egos #wkm

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sunlightbabe · 2 years

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PROMPTS: Thomas x Reader // “That was not my intention.” // Bat Fluff, minor mentions of blood

Dating a vampire wasn’t as dramatic as Hollywood would lead you to believe.

There were no enemy vampires or werewolves lurking around the corner, just waiting to scoop you up and either use you as bait or hurt you out of some weird supernatural vendetta against Thomas. There was no drama around the fact that you were aging with every passing day while Thomas was frozen at 21 (and had been for some time now). Hell, there wasn’t even any real concern about you bleeding in front of him- the last time you accidentally cut yourself while making dinner, Thomas had helped you bandage up you hand with seemingly no issue.

You’re thankful for it all, honestly. Work and school gave you enough stress as it was, you didn’t need to add more to your life.

Honestly, sometimes you even forgot that Thomas was a vampire. He could go out into the sun thanks to a magic infused tattoo along his wrist and he could even eat a little bit of food- not much, but enough to pass off as human while eating dinner with your parents.

So when you’re cooking in the kitchen one night, making pesto for a coworker’s potluck party tomorrow, it sort of just... slips your mind that Thomas is undead.

“Babe?” you call out. “Can you come here for a second? I need you to taste something for me- I can’t tell if I used too much parmesan.”

Thomas pops his head into the kitchen. “I thought there was no such thing as ‘too much cheese’?”

“Well like no, not usually, but this is different. I just need to know if this is too salty because I might be able to fix it if so, but I’ll have to do it now.” You think you can fix it, anyways.

Thomas crosses the kitchen and settles his head on your shoulder. “It’s green.”

“You’re so observant,” you say with a roll of your eyes, raising the tasting spoon up to his mouth. “It’s from all the basil.”

He hums in consideration before leaning forward to take a little taste as you rattle off the rest of the ingredients. “There’s the parmesan cheese, of course, and olive oil and some pine nuts and-”

You freeze, your whole body going still. Thomas hums again and you turn your head to watch him lick his lips, brow furrowed in thought. He goes to lean in for a second taste but you drop the spoon. It clatters noisily to the floor and splatters pesto onto the kitchen tiles and beneath the cabinets.

“Darling?” Thomas asks, tilting his head to the side like a puppy.

“There’s-" your voice catches in your throat as tears sting at the corners of your eyes. “There’s- in the pesto...”

Thomas- loving, sweet, trusting, vampiric Thomas- simply blinks at you.

“... garlic.”

The word hangs heavy in the air. You see understanding in Thomas’s eyes and before you can start crying because holy shit, oh god, you just killed your boyfriend, Thomas shrugs and places a reassuring hand on your side.

“Eh, I’m sure it’s probably fine.” He gives your side a pat before taking a step back.

“You don’t sound very confident,” your voice comes out as a squeak. “I need you to be more confident than you sound right now.”

Thomas shrugs again and bends over to pick up the spoon from the floor, tossing it into the sink and reaching for a hand towel to clean up the mess on the ground. “I don’t think a taste of garlic is going to hurt me.”

“Okay but do you think or do you know. There’s a difference.” You clutch at your hair, starting to pace around the kitchen. Should you call the poison control hotline? They helped with stuff like this, right? Maybe you could find some charcoal for Thomas to eat, maybe that would absorb whatever effect the garlic would have on him.

Crossing his arms, Thomas leans against the counter. Completely unbothered. “Look, if you wanted to poison me, you could have done a better job,” Thomas teases dryly. You know he’s trying to reassure you but you don’t appreciate his joke at the moment.

“That was not my intention,” you’re quick to defend. “Oh my god, how could I be so stupid-”

“Darling, breathe.”

“Okay we just need it to... come out. Do you even have a gag reflex? Oh my god, we should go to the hospital and they can pump your stomach-”

“Darling-”

“We need to call Ethan, he’s been around longer than you, right? He’ll know what to do, he can fix this I’m sure, he must-”

Thomas interrupts you again. Or at least, you think it’s Thomas, because instead of a calming repeat of the pet name he calls you, you hear... the world’s tiniest squeak.

You stop your pacing and turn to face Thomas. Or rather, you face where Thomas was- he’s no longer standing by the counter. Your brain goes all staticky and just as you feel panic start to properly take root in your chest now, you hear that squeak again. It’s coming from the floor.

Looking down, you see a fuzzy bat sitting on the ground, blinking up at you with the widest and sweetest eyes you had ever seen.

“... Thomas?” you ask. The bat stretches out it’s wings, giving them a little test flap, and squeaks again. Holy shit.

With a gasp, you kneel down and scoop him up into your hands. Thomas’s fur is even softer than it looks and you can’t help but give him a little pet between his ears. The bat leans into your touch and makes a content little noise.

“I thought you told me you couldn’t turn into a bat,” you say with a nervous giggle and Thomas does his best to shrug. “Okay. Alright. My boyfriend is a bat. This is... fine and normal. Okay.” Thomas squeaks. “I’m not panicking.” Another squeak. “I’m not. I’m handling this perfectly well, actually.”

Thomas crawls up your forearm and you carefully set him on your shoulder. He sniffles at your ear and presses his fuzzy little head closer to your neck.

“Here is the game plan. I’m.. going to call Ethan, and he’s going to tell us how to fix it, and then everything will be fine.” You lightly pet the top of his head but you’re not sure if it’s more for his benefit or yours. “And... and if we can’t fix this, I will still love you with my entire heart and soul. I’ll build you a perfect little bat cage and we’ll figure out what foods you can eat and everything.”

Thomas gives your neck a ticklish little lick.

You settle on the couch and you plan on calling Ethan, you really do. But you get distracted- first you try to figure out what kind of bat Thomas has become. Your best bet is that he’s an eastern red bat, judging from the pictures on google, and then you get distracted watching videos of them flying about. Motivated, Thomas attempts to fly himself. It takes him a few tries, and you end up placing pillows all over the floor for when he stumbles and crash lands, but he eventually gets the hang of it.

You’re filming him doing some rather impressive aerial maneuvers for a first time bat when it happens.

One moment, he’s a bat and the next, Thomas is human again. With a shocking lack of grace, Thomas falls to the floor, somehow missing all the pillows and nearly smacking the side of his head against the coffee table.

“... ow,” he says with a groan as you push off the couch and kneel next to him in a rush.

“That... didn’t last that long.” A beat passes. “Are you okay?”

Thomas squints up at you. “I feel... a little dizzy, but yeah. I think I’m okay.” He even flashes you a thumbs up, the dork.

You sigh in relief and wipe your forehead. The past 30 minutes or so have been a rollercoaster of emotions and you’re glad that he’s back to normal, the bat crisis over and done with. But as you sit there, you do see Thomas eyeing the doorway to the kitchen. You don’t have to be a mind reader to know what he’s thinking.

“Well.. okay, maybe just once more tonight, but then we seriously have to call Ethan to make sure-” before you can finish, Thomas smiles at you, quickly kisses your forehead, and vanishes into the kitchen, “-that this isn’t.. going to... aw, fuck it.”

You get up to follow after him at your much slower human pace, already trying to think of places where you can hide the garlic from him.

TAG LIST; @maneskin-dimensione

#writing tag #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi blurb #october prompt bonanza

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solarwindswriting · 2 years

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Wayfaring Stranger p.1

Pairing: Raihan x GN!Reader

Part 2

Word Count: 2356

Summary: A flying-type gym leader from Unova shows up in Galar and causes quite a stir in the trainer community. Their aggressive fighting and partying life style gets the eighth gym leader, Raihan to investigate. At a party held by Y/n, things suddenly come to a stop and Raihan feels the need to help this confrontational foreigner. He quickly learns they're constitution was much higher than he thought.

Warnings: Attempted drugging of reader by an unnamed person (not by Raihan), Alcohol consumption, description of what reader wears.

A/N: First Pokemon fanfic and I went OFF. A bit more adult than a normal pokemon fic for this first chapter. I already have part two written and will be posted right after this one. The song mentioned in the is Riot by Hollywood Undead.

“Sorry, challenges are done for the day. I’ve a party to prepare for.” Y/n giggled condescendingly towards the towering figure in the entrance of their battle tent.

A Rotom flies around what Y/n assumes is a new challenger, reading out their trainer info aloud to those sitting around the edge of the battle area and to those tuning into Y/n’s livestream.

The electric voice buzzes out, “Hammerlock Gym Leader, Raihan. He/him pronouns. ‘The Tamer of Dragons’ is considered the most difficult of all eight of Galar’s gym leaders and even more ferocious than Leon, Galar’s reigning Champion. Has yet to beat Leon despite multiple attempts.”

“Thank you, Rotom! Very informative! Nice to meet you, Raihan. What can I do for you this fine evening?” Y/n stood from their chair, stalking forward to the man in the center of the sandy arena.

The normally kind looking eighth gym leader held a confused scowl, looking down towards the small foreigner in front of him. From the stories he heard about the traveling Unova gym leader, he had assumed their appearance would be more intimidating. Gordie had described them as rabid, the crazed look in their eyes causing him to hesitate during their battle; Piers said their nightly parties were ten times as crazy as his own; and Leon had mentioned they had almost bested his cousin, Isis, the Unova champion just a few months prior. But now Raihan stood in front of them. Y/n couldn’t be taller than 5’5”, and their soft looking face didn’t match the taunting look it held. Their trainer uniform looked fresh as if they hadn’t been battling trainers all day. The bomber jacket they wore over the regions normal uniform was covering in patches from what he assumed were all the places they had traveled and their trainer number, 747, was embroidered on the right shoulder.

“How many badges did you give out today?” Raihan’s question took Y/n by surprise.

“Huh. I had assumed you were going to challenge me like the rest of your coworkers,” Y/n’s head quirked to the side before shaking it back and forth.

Y/n turned around, walking back towards where they were sitting before, but instead of sitting down, they pulled a binder out from beneath the chair. Opening it up, they search the page for a moment.

“I don’t know why you care about that, but four badges were won today. One for actually beating me, two for beating me in an after battle armwrestling match and one because the little brat cheated.” Y/n finished their sentance with a sharp clap from the binder closing in their hand. “Now, if that is all, like I mentioned before, I have a party to set up for.”

“You can’t throw a party of this size in Galar without a permit.” Raihan followed Y/n to where they stood.

Rolling their eyes, Y/n reached into the back of the binder pulling out a bright green paper and handing it to Raihan. He looked over the permit that allowed for both the battles and parties to be held for the next month. They seemed to have an answer for everyone of his questions.

“If you’re done coming up with ways of pestering me, maybe you can find the time to come to one of my parties. They’re a lot of fun. What was his name? Perry? Piers! I got him to do a keg stand the other night. You should have seen the poor guys face when he was set back down. Eyes as wide as a Flygon’s,” Y/n laughed walking away to a back room of the tent, ending their conversation before it continued.

Raihan exited the battle tent more confused than when he entered. Flygon hovered near the entrance playing with a togekiss as it waited.

“Who’s this friend you’ve found, Flygon?” Raihan asked his pokemon.

A faint voice came from inside of the tent behind him becoming more clear until Y/n stood at the entrance, “I swear to Arceus, Togekiss, if you flew off again, I’m cutting you from my team!”

Togekiss let out a loud screech, quickly disappearing into the tent. Y/n rolled their eyes before following their pokemon inside. Before disappearing from view, Y/n looked over their shoulder towards Raihan.

“Kids, am I right? Pokemon are invited to my parties too. Tent opens at 9pm.” Y/n called, pulling a latch, causing the tent flaps to flutter closed.

The music from the tent couldn’t be heard from further than a few yards from the tent, but as a Conkrldurr opened the tent flap so Raihan could enter, the volume attacked his sense causing him to jump. The air was hazy from people smoking who-knows-what. A large group of people began to jump in sync as the beat drop of Riot blasted. Raihan could see the gym leader in the center of the crowd jumping higher then the rest, mouthing the words to those around them as they danced. Five flying-type poke flew above the crowd; the same Togekiss from before as well as a Dragonite, Oricorio, Archeops, and Altaria. Raihan watched as they occasionally swooped down and broke up anyone moshing too hard.

The song ends while Raihan surveyed the crowd, causing him to loose Y/n. Hands grabbed his sides from behind and pushed him towards the drink table. With a little shove from the hands holding him, Y/n hops around to the front of him. Their bright pink mesh top fell short at their waist, their black short clung to them like a second skin, and they hopped side to side in a pair of chunky sneakers. Y/n shoved a can into his hand before opening another for themselves, taking a long chug.

“Glad you could make it! I’ve been trying to make the average height of attendants over six foot!” Y/n could barely be heard over the music despite their yelling.

Raihan leaned down so he could speak into Y/n’s ear instead of yelling. “You’re new to the area. How’d you get so many people to show up to a party of someone they don’t know?”

A visual shiver ran up Y/n’s spine, but Raihan watches as they recover quickly. Pulling their head back to look him in the eye, they smirk at him. Their warm breaths mingled between them.

“Just about anyone will show up for free booze, and if they don’t drink, it helps that I’m attractive,” Y/n hums out in confidence. They started to walk backwards into the crowd and yelling out, “I’ll see you around the party!”

Raihan was never able to catch Y/n free again that night. He caught glimpses of them dancing within the crowd, talking to people towards the edges, or throwing out anyone who was getting to handsy with out partygoers. Dispite seeing them with a new drink each time he saw them, Y/n never appeared incredibly drunk, buzzed at best. The energy from the crowd seemed to follow Y/n as they drifted around.

It was 1:30 am when the music lowered suddnely, bright lights came on, and the pokemon that were flying began dispersing the smoke in the air to nothing.

“Someone ruined it for everyone. They almost roofied someone else so the party is over,” a calm voice came through the speakers and the crowd moaned out in disappointment.

That’s when Y/n came into view with a microphone ontop of a small stage at a far end of the tent that Raihan hadn’t noticed before. Y/n hand went up and the crowd quieted.

“Sorry, but those are the rules! Don’t worry. The person targeted is safe and the one who did it is being taken to the police station now. Until then, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.” Y/n’s hand rose and pointed towards the exit.

People began to shuffle out of the tent. Raihan watched as Y/n’s head fell back and their hands fell to their side as they let out a long low sigh. They rubbed their face, smearing some of the shimmering glitter around their face, stumbling back slightly. Raihan made their way over to them when he noticed them leaving the stage. He swam against the crowd as he crossed the tent, his height assisting in the movement. He followed them through to the backroom of the tent then through another set of flaps to the open field.

“You sure are full of energy for having done trainer battles all day.” Raihan comments behind them.

Y/n jumped at the low voice behind them, causing them to whip around to face him. This was the first good look at them since he had arrived. The moonlight lit up Y/n’s face, the glitter reflecting the light in an almost picturesque way. Their hair was pushed back and out of their face with the thin layer of sweat they had produced while dancing. Y/n’s eyes were as wide as saucers as they tilted their head back to look him in the eyes.

“It was me,” Y/n whispered.

“Excuse me?” Raihan asked confused.

“I was the one who was almost roofied. Or I guess was slightly. I tasted it as soon as it hit my tongue. My head hurts. How could I miss someone slipping something into my drink? It never left my hand! Help.” Y/n rambled on as their gaze slowly left Raihans and hand found purchase on the side of their head.

“Oh,” Raihan stepped forward quickly, grabbing Y/n’s other elbow as they started to lean too far to one side. “Let’s get you back inside.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Y/n followed him back inside, and fell into their deck chair.

“Do you not have a bed in here?” Raihan asked increduosly.

Pointing at cot hiding in the corner, Y/n mumbles between a yawn, “There. My pokemon watch the doors for me.”

“I’ll make sure everyone leaves. Rest.” Raihan orders Y/n.

Raihan steps back through the flaps the lead to the main chamber of the tent. A good amount people still were poking around to find out what exactly happened. Pulling a pokeball from his belt, Raihan lets out Turtonator into the room. A few left at the sight of his pokemon, not wanting to wait around to find out why it was let out.

“Watch the door, Turtonator.” Raihan spoke to his pokemon before turning back towards the crowd and hollaring. “You heard what the host said! Everyone out!”

By the time the tent was cleared, Y/n was fast asleep in their office. Raihan left his Turtonater outside their office, leaving two of their other pokemon to guard the other entrances.

Raihan entered the tent early the next morning to check on Y/n. What he hadn’t expected was to see Y/n already in a trainer battle.

“Let’s finish this, Archeops! Use Ancient Power!” Y/n calles out to their pokemon, pointing at their opponent’s Cinderace.

Archeops begins to glow and pull the glowing energy from its body into a white ball infront of it. Flapping it’s wings in sharp gusts, it sends the energy crashing into Cinderace, sending it flying to the ground unconscious.

“Good job, kid, but you’ve still got room to grow. Here, let me heal your pokemon.” Y/n was now kneeling infront of the young trainer, looking up to them with a kind smile.

It was the first sincere and kind smile Raihan had seen from them, suprised they were able to look like that in the first place. The kid left looking deflated but there was a determination in his eyes. Raihan looked back towards Y/n who was now brushing off Archeops’ feathers. Looking over their shoulder to him, their smile drops.

“You here to challenge me?” Y/n asks casually, turning back to their pokemon, whispering something to it.

“No, I actually-” Raihan stopped himself for a minute, looking at the small audiance and the Rotom flying around him. He crossed towards Y/n, waving the Rotom away from his head and whispering, “I actually came to check on you. You need to go talk to the police.”

“That’s very kind of you, but I’m fine. I went to the station this morning. If you aren’t here to battle, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the battle area.” Y/n spoke, passing him to find the next opponent.

Raihan grabbed their wrist as they passed, pulling them close to him. He leaned down to whisper in Y/n’s ear, “you sure? You looked pretty messed up last night. Take a break and I’ll pay for lunch.”

Y/n paused at his words before yanking their arm free.

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t have the time for a lunch break.” Y/n replies, not looking back towards him as they walk away.

Y/n’s Dragonite was quick to Raihan’s side, pushing him off the battle area and into a seat. Saturdays were days off for the gym leaders of Galar, so the battle tent was a bustling place for those still wanting to compete.

Raihan finally saw what Gordie had mentioned the other day. One hundred precent of Y/n’s attention was on the opponent trainer and their pokemon. Their eyes seemed to blaze as they called out attack after attack, setting a relentless pace that was hard to keep up with. Raihan watched as Y/n beat trainer after trainer, never having to pull out more than three pokemon for most of the day.

With a no gigamaxing rule, it caused trainers to rethink how they fought. Y/n’s pokemon would give the opponent pokemon the first hit because of this, but it hardly mattered. Despite only having five pokemon on their team, all were trained to their fullest power. Raihan was surprised the tent was still in one piece with the moves being sent back and forth between trainers.

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