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Listen I love Steddie so much and it is literally the most popular ship within the ST fandom not to mention one of the fastest growing ships like of all time but it still feels like a relatively unknown pairing? I don't really know how to describe it but if you aren't actually well involved in the ST fandom I feel like you wouldn't know what Steddie is which is obviously not the case for Byler or Mileven, they have broken out into mainstream a lot more that Steddie
#yeah anyways this is my teeny tiny rant anout this#honestly i could write a wayyyyyyy lobger one but im not going to#jasmine talks about random shit from time to time#stranger things 4#stranger things#steddie#byler#mileven#steve harrington#eddie munson
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florist! abby Headcanons ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
a/n: something quick n sweet you knowwwww got this random thought and had to write it I couldn’t resist I couldn’t. I also saw that no one done florist! abby(?) so I wanted to be the first to hop on! plus I missed writing for Abs — my baby, so enjoy ♡
warnings: 18+, MDNI, some fluff, gets smuttier halfway in, strap, blowjob (strap), eating you out, mentions of obsessive behaviors, polaroid nudes-ish, fingering, edging, public-sex-ishh, soft dom! Abby, tatted! Abby. Hinted at smoker Abby if you squint, petnames, fingers in mouth, masturbation, use of the word mommy, use of the word pussy, fem reader.
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ೀ florist! Abby wears a basic white cropped t-shirt and black dickies under her beige apron. Her apron has a rainbow flag pin, with black pliers in one pocket. Doc Martins on her feet, tied miserably into a bow, it’s a miracle she doesn’t trip around the flower shop. She has a carabiner on her belt loop that jingles every time she walks.
– apart from smelling like the flowers (obvi bc of where she works) smells like heavy pine and fresh soap, like forget the additives – just clean if ykyk
ೀ florist! Abby gets little patchwork tattoos in random places: a dainty lavender tattoo on her wrist, a little crescent moon behind her ear, paw prints on her bicep for her late dog Alice, a ‘gentle artist’ in bolded times new roman font – but dainty on her forearm. Her knuckles are tatted spelling out “FUCK YOU”.
ೀ florist! Abby that has a ‘Save the Bees!’ sticker on the back of her phone case. Super Bee activist.
ೀ florist! Abby who spends all day in the floral shop, playing music from her playlist on the shop’s aux, slightly swaying to the music as she works on a bouquet. She works with such prestige, god her hands work so quickly at building arrangements but the outcome is so beautiful and that’s why she has many customers. She definitely uses any leftover flowers as bookmarks for her books.
ೀ florist! Abby who’s aux will go from Lauryn Hill to Boy Genius to Mac Miller — she gets compliments on her music taste by customers all the time.
ೀ florist! Abby stops working on a bouquet when you walk into the store because of how confused you look. Wanting to save a damsel in distress. Abby moves from her place at the counter walking over to where you stood looking at the different types of flowers, creeping behind you. You smell divine to her, driving her head crazy knowing that your scent alone will be stuck in her head all day. The floral shop is a slow yet steady business, so Abby definitely doesn’t forget a face or a smell. The form-fitting dress you wore that day, the way your hands bunched at the fabric in confusion had her head spinning!
“Beautiful aren’t they?” Abby whispers from behind you,
Actually scares the living shit out of you when you see her standing behind you, but the way the sun was hitting her face from the big window panels made you less nervous. Rather in awe at the beauty in front of you. Her sunkissed skin, and silky blonde mane, were raveled in a delicate braid with wispies around her face. The raspiness from her voice – which honestly sounded like a smoker's voice now that you thought about it.
ೀ florist! Abby who makes small talk with you while making your boquette for you (taking her slow sweet time), asking you where you’re from and what you’re doing in town? Absolutely praying that the flowers aren’t for some significant other of yours, Abby letting out an exhale when you say that they’re for your mom who you are visiting for dinner. When you mention you are unsure of what flowers to get don’t worry Abby will help you!
“So pretty girl, are you more minimalistic, talking Lilies, Gardenia’s, Jasmine – which is over there...or colorful? Which I think your beautiful self enjoys a nice Orchid, Camellia, or Begonia?”
Definitely shocks you with how well she knows her stuff
ೀ florist! Abby zones out when you are speaking and stares at your lips for far too long, looking at the way your pink gloss shines wondering how your pretty lips would look taking her strap. Percase covered in spit, from your saliva that has built up from blowing her off. Abby wanted to do nothing more than take the pretty little fabric ribbon from your hair and tie it around your hands as she went down on you while you beg her to touch you in all the right places – it was all a dream to her. Wet dreaming with you right in front of her.
Undeniably horny and touch deprived…she spends so much time in the floral shop she doesn’t have time for dating apps and finds shit like Tinder CORNY LOL.
Meanwhile, you are trying your hardest not to stare at the way her arms are flexing or how her fingers are paying delicate attention to your bouquet, mentally laughing at the “FUCK YOU” on her knuckles, it contrasted her soft nature so much.
ೀ florist! Abby who slips in a little note into your tote back when you’re not looking, with her number on it, hoping that you would find it and call her soon, Which you do find when you are scrambling for your keys on your way back to the car. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to give the overly, steaming attractive florist a call.
ೀ florist! Abby when the two of you start dating, she would teach you how to make a bouquet, standing closely behind you – her body right up against your back as you feel her breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you what to do
“Atta girl, look at that my sweet girl – woah! watch your hand there’s a thorn baby.”
Will definitely put her hands over yours as she works with the knife to make sure there isn’t any thorns so you don’t prick yourself.
ೀ florist! Abby fucking you in the flower shop, when the shop is closed. Having her head in between your thighs, as her jaw slacks – the sound of your juices sloshing against her mouth as she sends hums into your pussy making you let out low mewls. Bringing a hand up to cover your mouth but she slaps it away so that she can see you
“Don’t hide from me baby, I wanna see you…look at how beautiful you look whining for me doll”
ೀ florist! Abby who kept your lace underwear in her pocket after she fucked you in the floral shop keeping it for safe-keeping (pft…we all know what she is doing with that)
ೀ florist! Abby who shows you her small pocket-sized notebook full of different flowers and arrangement ideas she had. Even the sketches of a flower bouquet that she made inspired by you and all your favorite flowers.
ೀ florist! Abby definitely tucks flowers behind your ears, specifically a white or light-pink Carnation. Especially loves putting one behind your ear as she fucks you with her strap, missionary style so she can see your face – just loves your face honestly. Bending down to kiss your lips, her cheeks dusted red with the pressure she applies.
Tucking her head into your neck swiftly smelling the carnation that she put behind your ear driving her even further insane as she drills into you — makes her go faster.
ೀ When she starts teaching you more about flowers, Definitely uses sexual enforcement to get you to remember it. Will have you sat on her counter as she stands in between your legs – locking you in as she lunges two fingers into you, edging you and not letting you cum until you say the right name of the flower that she taught you. But you could hardly focus staring at her inked knuckles as they pump in and out of you which only makes you reach your climax even further.
“You wanna come don’t you my sweet girl? I know you want to…just say the name– awh don’t whine at me…I know you know it dollface, I don’t buy that you don’t.”
Sometimes she’ll give you a hint if the flower starts with one of the letters on her knuckles she will stick the corresponding finger into you, working at getting you just about there as her finger curls into you. Your vision is blurry as you can hardly tell what the letter is, moaning out as you try to focus on the order of the letters on her knuckles to catch the hint.
“C’mon baby I’m giving you a hint…pay attention sweetheart– focus!”
ೀ florist! Abby when you get it wrong and she finally lets you come — is fake-mad at you, shoving the lettered finger down your throat as you gag on her fingers covered in your juices.
“Baby the hinted letter was C, and the other finger was U, flower: Curcuma. You’ll get it right next time right sweetheart? You won’t let mommy down hmm?”
ೀ florist! Abby is definitely a soft dom just saying… soft as hell, loves when you hold her – kiss her, and skin-to-skin contact is important as hell she just wants to feel you and loves when you baby her.
ೀ Definitely keeps a Polaroid of you holding flowers in pink floral lingerie in her beige apron and another one of you in her wallet, that way she has you on her at all times (honestly probably touched herself to blow off some steam after a hard shift while looking at it)
ೀ Depending on how far the relationship goes, especially if y’all start talking marriage will get your favorite flower tatted and not tell you until you see a dainty tattoo of your favorite flower on her collarbone slightly above her heart as she is filling you up, you questioning her in between moans about it.
“Mmhm…fuck is that new? Shit..abbyplease – wait is that my favorite flower?” You ask, as she grinds into you – your finger dragging against the tattoo
“Yes baby, you’re all mine. Mine…mine…mine” As she pounds harder into to you each time she says mine. Obsessive, possessive + territorial, let’s talk about it
ೀ florist! Abby is overall just a sweetheart who loves you so much and just wants you to be her pretty flower – her muse, you definitely inspire most of her bouquets and she is so happy you ran into her shop looking for flowers that day.
#💭ᜊ cher thinks#cherry writes 🤍#abby anderson#modern au#tlou2#abby anderson x reader#florist! abby#florist! abby x reader#abby x fem!reader#abby the last of us#abby x black! reader#abby x reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x black!reader#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson headcanons#abby headcanons
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*puts 'What's New Pussycat' 21 times in your Diner Jukebox and 'It's Not Unusual' somewhere random in between*
*sits at a random table waiting for Celia, who definitely knows what I've done*
Don't look at me like that, there's a reason why I'm doing this.
Okay, I don't really have a real reason. I just thought it would be funny after everything going on in the Ghost Zone.
You know that old fairy tale? Of the Princess Who Doesn't Laugh?
No?
Well, it isn't as well-known. The version I know if is of this princess who hasn't been able to laugh since her mother died, and the person who manages to make her laugh will be her spouse and new King of the Kingdom.
The Ghost King's sibling, Princess Jasmine, had been apathetic lately. Us ghosts think it's the immortality being liminal gave her. Immortals gets bored after the first few hundred years, y'know?
But... His Highness believes that she's... well... heartsick? Which is stupid, because I've never been much for romance myself. But, I guess when you've got most of your life together, you do get ready to take the next step, amiright? Marriage. Family. All that romantic shit.
*receives burger* Thanks.
Most of us ghosts has now tried to woo her, but His Highness put a stop to the wooing. Instead, he put out this... contest. Whoever manages to make Princess Jasmine smile will be a 'candidate'. Not a guarantee, but a 'candidate'. Which means that even when you've managed to make her smile or laugh, she still has the means to turn you away.
I love His Highness for doin' that.
There's this little problem, though. The contest isn't limited to ghosts. Anyone from the living could also participate, and once they win the heart of Princess Jasmine and marry her, they'll receive the same liminality she got.
So, everyone's super surprised when this... this... kid from years ago with your Gotham Robin colors dropped into the courtroom and managed to make her smile! And Laugh! Princess Jasmine didn't let him be part of the contest because he's, well, a kid. Kudos to her. The contest was paused after that, because her motherly and sisterly instincts activated just by being with the kid. And, when you're a ghost kid, you don't actually grow. You learn more, yeah. But your childish tendencies don't really mature.
Anyways. He made her happy, so us ghosts just left it alone. Maybe her obsession was caregiving or some shit, so when His Highness became independent and really didn't need his sister anymore, she had nothing to do.
Then, the kid disappeared. And Princess Jasmine was back to being sad.
But here's the thing, the Kid is back. Just last week. He's alive, he's taller (not as tall as our Princess, though!), he's rougher, and he's... he's... *holds face in hands* HE'S HOT. HE'S NO LONGER THE CUTE SUNSHINE BOY THAT FELL INTO THE THRONE ROOM.
I thought the Princess Jasmine was going to turn him away, because he doesn't seem like the type to activate motherly instincts anymore (maybe just mommy instincts-- *is bonked* OW! Yeah, I probably deserved that)
But no, the... the man (Oh Ancients, he's a MAN), the first thing he does is drop his bad boy persona and turn back to the cute boy that fell into the throne room, AND CRACK THE LAMEST JOKE I'VE EVER HEARD.
It was so quiet, I was feeling secondhand embarrassment for him.
BUT THEN.
PRINCESS JASMINE.
LAUGHED.
SHE LAUGHED WITH TEARS.
It was the most beautiful sound in the Ghost Zone that got even His Highness crying with happiness.
*wipes eyes*
After that, the two decided to reconnect. King Danny even removed the bad ectoplasm in his system. And...
Well..
For the past week...
*smiles*
*gestures to a table near the window, which had Jasmine laughing at Jason seething with frustration over the music. Jasmine then says something, which calms Jason down, and they begin talking about cutesy couple-y stuff.*
Yeah...
*It's Not Unusual starts playing*
*everyone sighs with relief*
Anyways, *hands you some sharpened shoulder blades of Mammoths* Thanks for listening to me. Have a good one, Celia! The Burgers are delicious!
*After heading out, a few minutes later, one Batman cries loudly in frustration when What's New Pussycat plays in the Jukebox, causing Jasmine and Jason to find out that they're being stalked by the Batfam*
first of all anon, thank you for being the person who started the entire celia bones thing because holy shit it's been so fun watching people make lore and create concepts of the diner. (at least I'm 99% sure its you cause its the same writing style.)
In thanks, I did a very speedy lil doodle for ya <3
and now, on to answering this prompt.
The story of the Princess Who Doesn't Laugh is quite a wonderous tale. I appreciate your gracious tip and story. Come back again!
From what I hear, The ghost child was there for many years but the day he vanished, oh that day is known around the entire Ghost Zone. Ghosts claim that they could hear the Princess's wails of sorrow throughout the entire Zone.
Hearing that he's back is quite a surprise. I can agree that the Princess has a type and I admire it Heavily. The man grew up a lot. More so than a person should in those years of being back in the living realm.
It's interesting. The Princess hasn't laughed in so long. Some even rumored that her laughter was a form of blessing. to be bestowed the honor of letting the princess experience joy was incredible in and of itself. The possible magical wards and protections said to be given to the jokester have been claimed to be simple spells to some of the most complex magical enchantments that the Ghost Zone has ever seen.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc comics#writing prompts#dp x dc prompt#dpxdc#bones replies#celia bones#anon
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Heyyy you have any hcs about Andy? Esp with the builder and/or Logan? Always love readin ur hcs btw :3c
Andy? You mean my child? The one I kidnapped expressed adopted without the paperwork? My lil ray of sassy sunshine, Andy? Bold of you to assume I would waste my time creating some headcan-
🦸🏼♂️Andy🦸🏼♂️
-what a smart adorable little cookie. I mean, look at his adorable freckles and tired eyes!
-this isn’t his first life. You can just tell by how he views the world and dispels random bits of wisdom that no preteen should be capable of doing.
-he’s a big lover of animals and treats most with kindness if they’re friendly and passive. Those that aren’t and that he can just refer to as monsters or mutants or beasts? He still likes to observe them from a safe distance
-you’d think his favorite monster would be a rockyenaroll or a boxing Jack, but nope. It’s a pensky and he’ll take that secret to his grave.
-fastest little thing you’ll ever witness if you manage to not blink. He’s impossible to catch up to or wrangle and he knows it too. He gives Jasmine a run for her money. Because of it, they always have random little races and make bets on them.
-he’s very loyal to Logan and Haru, especially Logan. How can he not be? They’re his dads! He never expected for there to be more room in his heart and life for another person.
-oh but hey, that builder. Hm.
-even after being such a little shit to them in the beginning, he can’t deny that they still treat him with a certain kindness he’s been missing from someone like them.
-ok ok, so what if he kidnapped expressed adopted another parental unit? What if he’s trying to push them towards Logan? What if he’s secretly planning the wedding between the two and seeking covert help for it? Like, mind your own business pls and thanks
-he’s getting better with his manners but sometimes forgets them in his excitement or in a moment of distraction. But he makes up for it when he has his sudden bursts of recollection like: “can you help me tie this?” And soon after you begin- “dang, I forgot to say please. Can you please help me tie this?” Orrr you give him something and he takes off after maybe shouting “awesome!” Or “you’re the best!”, and that’s fine. He’s a kid. But then he’ll either reappear just as fast (kid is like the Flash, remember) or he’ll stop by your door hours later and like “I forgot to say thank you earlier. Sorry ‘bout that. Thanks for earlier!”
-big big big fan of affection from the adults he trusts the most. As soon as he realizes the builder cares for him and loves him? He doesn’t care how tall or old he is even as time progresses, he’ll go from hugging their hips and pressing his cheek to their waist at a fireside meeting, to hanging off them when he’s as tall as Logan, he’ll hang off them.
-not this boy being a long and threatening shadow and- oh. No. It’s just him draping himself across the builder’s back and complaining about his homework again.
-once he realizes how human Logan is and vulnerable at times, he tries to read the man better and keep him from any pain. Even at a young age. He does whatever he can to prevent Logan from enduring any more hurt than before.
-Qi actually likes him! Everyone including the two themselves are surprised about it. Qi was ready to talk this kid’s ear off as a lesson for knocking on his lab’s doors when Andy suddenly told him he wanted to know his thoughts on space exploration for a paper he was writing. Kid actually nabbed the scientist’s heart and now he’s got someone to obsess over space and the stars with. Qi won’t admit it, but he always has time for Andy even when he’s busy.
-family dinners are a must!!! Everyone’s gotta be there. The builder, Logan, Haru, Nemo, grandma Vivi, Rambo, Jasmine. It makes Andy happy seeing some of his found family together.
-he becomes the town’s errand boy for a few years and he actually enjoys it. It keeps him active, healthy, in shape, and expends the energy that used to drive him up a wall! He doesn’t mind running here and there. But he does believe in breaks! They’re important and he’ll chew a person a new one if they tell him to take his break later.
-please please please let the builder ask Andy to help with some commissions. He’s a smart kid! He knows how to read instructions! Lmao what is this? Swedish IKEA furniture? He’s got an active mind and loves when his hard work and efforts are recognized. Plus, he loves the builder and wants to help them. It’s literally a win in his book.
-Jensen thinks Andy likes trains, but really, Andy is just curious about the mechanics and inner workings of them. He won’t break his heart tho so
-Andy often finds himself lounging on a work table of the builder’s when he’s got a free moment and doesn’t have any responsibilities to get to.
-the builder’s home is a second home for Andy. If allowed to come at any time, any day, he’ll take them up on the offer. Bonus points if Nemo has been adopted by the builder too.
-Andy’s got his own throw blanket in their living room. His own toothbrush if he spends the night. His favorite spot to sit. His own books at the bottom of their book shelf. Even his own preferred dishes and silverware.
-Andy’s got a great intelligence and is made for activity and being tasked with things, but for the life of him, he cannot focus on homework if he doesn’t have the right conditions and hasn’t expelled his energy. The builder has gotten used to unlocking their door to find Andy sitting on the floor with his throw blanket over his shoulders, Nemo in his lap, and the child hunched over the coffee table with homework spread across the surface. This even carries on when he gets older.
-Andy likes to let Logan, Haru and the builder know he needs them, even when he doesn’t. So sometimes he’ll request their help with things he’s capable of doing by himself. Or he’ll take on more challenging tasks and ask them for assistance if he knows they can do it. It’s his wordless gesture that he sees their value and reminds them of their importance in his life.
-Andy demands Haru be made a teacher for math and science. He doesn’t have anything against his current one, but the boy has lived with Haru long enough to know how he works and what he has to offer for Andy’s education.
-the builder is the one Andy goes to when he wants to confide in someone. Logan doesn’t really mind it considering he’s the more apparent father figure in his life and he knows how Andy sees him, but he also knows how hard it is to be emotional at times and the builder is someone both of them can trust to take care of his feelings and insecurities.
-if Logan and the builder are together,
-Logan’s gotta accept the fact Andy really loves affection from his S/O, especially if they’re f!builder because of that missing maternal bond he lacks and they make up for. He’s fine with it, just jealous bc now he’s gotta sit on the opposite end of the couch when the two of them are all the way over there, cuddled and bonding. He’s fine.
-it really feels like a family with both his express adoptive parents under one roof with him and their pet (he’ll riot if it’s not Nemo. Literally.) Nothing makes him happier than having them together
-Andy won’t call Logan or the builder “dad” and “mom”- though, he has slipped before and did so, but that’s a story for another time. But he views them as such and treats them like they are. To strangers, he’ll refer to the two of them as his parents or mother/father. He’ll brag about them too because how many other kids can say their dad was an infamous bandit? Or that their parent saved a dying town? That’s right. No one. He’s literally the coolest kid around.
-lmao but if Andy doesn’t get his way with Logan or the builder, he’ll sassily go “whatever, I’ll just ask my other dad.” Before heading to go see Haru
-it never fails to amuse Andy when Logan tries to help his builder in his free time with their commissions only to end up breaking a part they needed because of his brute strength or it just being too tiny in his hands. The boy will be in tears and carve another notch (with builder’s permission) into the side of their work table for amount of times Logan has accidentally destroyed something.
-Andy loves walking Nemo around town to get the pup’s exercise in. He especially loves it when Logan decides to join him and how they could talk about everything and nothing until it’s time to head back.
-and the builder is always there too, waiting for them both with more love and adoration in their eyes than they both think they’re worth.
#siren speaks#my time at sandrock#mtas#sandrock#pathea#mtas builder#sandrock builder#mtas logan#Sandrock Logan#Logan the bandit#Mtas Andy#Sandrock Andy#anon ask#Sandrock headcanon#Sandrock hc#Mtas hc#Mtas head canon#Mtas Jensen#Mtas Jasmine#Mtas Nemo#Mtas haru#Mtas Qi#Logan x builder#Mtas andy hc
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"lost in the 80s" - my metallica dr-based fanfiction!!
chapter one: hungover at the beach
I woke up to the sound of my roommate (who’s simultaneously my ex-boyfriend and best friend), Dave, throwing my bedroom door open, yapping about how it’s time for me to wake up. It’s 9am on a Friday, band rehearsal is on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and it’s never this early, so why the fuck is he waking me up now? Naturally, instead of getting up, I pulled my covers over my head, avoiding the light that was making my head pound so hard that I felt like a vampire with light sensitivity issues. I was incredibly hungover from the night before, we spent all night drinking and partying, celebrating our album coming out soon, finally finishing another song after weeks cramped in that tiny studio going over the same riffs. I’ve never been much of a partier or a drinker like the others, but it was Lars that convinced me to “loosen up and have a drink,” and he can be oddly convincing so I joined; turns out I am in fact a lightweight and I’m facing the consequences. I spent the night avoiding the crowd while Jasmine and Lars kept pulling me back into the crowd while I was getting called a “poser” by some random guy because my favorite band is Eagles and not some underground, guttural thrash metal band, and arguing with James. Pretty much everything else was a blur.
The sound of continuous car horns honking outside and Dave non-stop yelling “Wake up, wake up, waaaakkkeeeee uuuuuuppppp!!” finally got my ass out of bed. I stumble into the living room to see two packed tote bags on the counter, and James leaning against the same counter fidgeting with his rings.
“What are you doing here?” I say with a scratchy morning voice and already an attitude brewing at the quick sight of him.
“Waiting for you?” He said, scoffing. “We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago, Giana.”
I pause, a confused face starting to form while I just stare blankly at James and wait for him to tell me what’s going on. He lets out a sigh and says “We’re all going to the beach? It was your idea, said something about shark spotting or shark swimming.” Then it clicked!! There’s a place on the beach by a secluded cliff where you can see and swim with nurse and leopard sharks, so of course, my face lit up almost in a second as I giggled and ran to my room to get ready as fast as possible. I could hear James’ footsteps getting closer to my room as I tried to do my skincare, hair, and get my shit together so we could just go. “Someone’s excited,” he said with a slight smile. I try so hard to be nice to him but everything he says just makes me want to blow my brains out.
“Get out of my room.”
“I’m not in your room?” He was leaning against my dresser? So, yes, he was?
“I have to get changed, get OUT.” He stood there with a smug smile on his stupid face. “What do you want? You’re not allowed to borrow shirts anymore after you stained my Scorpions shirt.”
“I don’t wanna borrow shit, can’t I just stand here?” He wanted something, I just couldn’t figure it out.
“Is your life goal to annoy me?”
“Oh, of course it is, Giana. And I'm never gonna stop.” God, that fucking man makes me want to bash his guitar right over her head. Sorry.
“Alriiiight, I’ll just change in my bathroom since you wanna be a fucking creep,” I said while making my way over to my bathroom, I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I closed the door. Like, 5 minutes went by and I was finishing up putting my bathing suit on, some short-sleeved compressed bathing suit top and bikini bottoms, and I could hear James fidgeting around with shit in my room. I opened the door and saw him trying on my rings?
“Can you put them down and stop invading my privacy more than normal?”
“What are you talking about, Giana? You said I could try your stuff on, do you not remember?” I think he’s sarcastically gaslighting me?
“Okay, shut up and get out now,” I grabbed his shirt collar and started to pull him out of my room. He turned around and latched himself in between my door frame, and with a big grin on his face, he said “Giana, if you wanted an excuse to get your hands on me, you could’ve just said so. You know I wouldn't say no, pretty girl.”
“Will you say no if I ask you to shut up or die?”
“Fuck off,” he said while rolling his eyes and walking away, finally. I finished getting ready shortly after and walked into the living room, the tote bags were gone and so were James and Dave; I swear I thought they ditched me til I heard a car horn and Tori yelling “Giana!! Hurry up, we’re losing daylight!!” I rushed downstairs and out to the car, and to my surprise was James leaning on the drivers’ side of my car. I walked over and nudged him, kind of a subtle hint for him to move it.
“Quit it, Gia, I’m driving.” He said, annoyed.
“Like fuck you are, get off my car, Hetfield.” There’s no way he’s driving my car?? He roughly but not painfully grabbed my arm and said “Like fuck I am. Tori doesn’t trust you driving with someone else in the car at more than 55 miles an hour, especially me, so you’re stuck in the passenger seat, puerquito.” Ever since Jasmine and I met, he’s picked up on some Spanish from eavesdropping on us, and ever since he found out that puerquito means “little pig” in Spanish, he’s been calling me it for months because apparently, I make a mess and defile everywhere I go like a pig. How sweet.
“Dear God, there’s no way you’re dri-”
“Save it because I am,” he said with the biiiiigest and most obnoxious smile on his face.
“Do I at least get to pick the music?” I said, hoping I would since I’m not trusted in my own car.
“Yeah, ‘course. I brought your guitar if you wanna play along too, even if you suck.”
“Okay, asshole, I do not suck?”
“Right, right, I forgot, you swallow.” Face went blank, no one laughed, and I swear I hate him more every second. Before I could respond, Tori yelled at us both to get in the car so we could finally leave. And if I forgot to mention, James is by far the most insufferable person in a car, and even more so when he’s the one driving. He pretends to not pay attention to freak me out, he messes with the stereo, he sometimes misses the exit, he’s just all-around someone you don’t want to be stuck in a car with for more than 10 minutes. And this place was an hour and a half away.
Roughly 30 minutes into the ride there, I’d conned him into listening to Hotel California by Eagles at least 5 times, specifically the cassette that my dad had made for me by using his old tape recorder so I could hear them play live since I wasn’t old enough to go. James tried to weasel his way into changing the tapes but all of my cassettes are stored under the passenger seat for safety when I lock the car at night. “Giana, I’d be on my hands and knees begging for you to change the song if I weren’t fucking driving right now. Just. Change. The. Tape.” I loved being able to aggravate him with no way for him to do anything, he does it all the time so why can’t I?
“Mmmmmm, wonderful offer honestly, but you didn’t even say please?” I playfully taunted him. He tilted his head at me while rolling his eyes, “Change the song, Gia. Please? I can’t take it anymore, both you and the song are giving me a headache, so would you be so kind as to change the song?” He smiled softly before letting out a sigh.
“Since you asked so kindly, of course I can, James,” I flashed him a smile and went to change the tape, which was unknowingly to him, another Eagles tape.
“Thank you so so much, sweet girl.” Trying not to giggle. “You know how seriously I hate that-” before he could finish, Nightingale by Eagles began playing loudly and I started headbanging softly as soon as it started. “Oh, coooomeeee oooonnn. As if their music isn’t bad enough, you have to go and headbang to it?”
“You’ll get over it,” I smiled and sang along to the lyrics.
Finally, after what felt like ten million years, we made it to the spot. Everyone got there before us and since the cliff was a little more hidden, no one was there but us. Tori was rubbing sunscreen over Lars’ already red back, Jasmine was laying her towel down, Grace was off to the side setting up the stereo, Dave was sitting on the edge of the cliff and unaware that Cliff was about to kick him off in a millisecond (it’s not too high up, he’ll hopefully be fine…), and James sat our bags down under some shade of the tree hovering over this secluded little spot. I gave Grace my cassettes and I went back over to quickly get my shoes and cover-up off. Just as I finished taking off my shirt, I turned around and James slammed right into me, his chin hitting my forehead; since I was close to the side-edge of the cliff, I would’ve fallen had he not grabbed my waist and pulled me away. He had a slight look of concern on his face, one hand around my waist, the other moving my bangs out of the way to see if there was a mark. It was all very… much. But a good much. “Shit, you’re bleeding a little. Does it hurt badly?”
“No, no, I’m fine, James-” he touched it and it stung, so as a human reaction, I winced.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he said while giggling a little. Tori, Jasmine, and Lars were all very obviously staring while James used his thumb to wipe off the blood, everyone else was just minding their own (which is what they should’ve been doing as well, those invasive little shits.). “What? What’s wrong?” He turned to look at what was making me hold back laughter, and saw them staring shamelessly.
“Get a room, you gross gremlins,” Tori said, making Jasmine and Lars burst out laughing.
“Oh, come on, guys. I was just trying to be-”
“Save it, twink!” Jasmine said in instant rebuttal to James” attempt at defending his relatively flirty actions.
We all laughed it off (except James) and moved on with our exciting day. After a few minutes, I went over to the edge of the cliff after everyone jumped off; Lars grabbed Tori and they dove in together, Dave failed an attempt at a cannonball, Cliff had to quietly convince Grace to join in since she was invested in a Vogue magazine and had her walkman on full blast, Jasmine did a run and jump, and all that was left was me and James. “You gonna go or you just gonna stand there and be a pussy?” James asked, teasingly.
“Ha ha,” I laughed sarcastically. “For your information, I’ve never cliff-dived before, so my bad if I’m a little nervous.”
“Yeah, yeah, shut up and just go before I push you in.”
“Do not.”
“Then go.” I was debating whether I should let him or not since it would take me another 10 minutes of convincing to jump off a 30 foot cliff. It was a little laughable that this was my idea, but in my solid defense, I didn’t know it was this high. “Taking so much time to make a little jump off a little cliff, Miss Vázquez. Need my help?” He sarcastically asked while staring at me.
“No, no, I can d-”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, took too long to answer, so you’re coming with me,” and my life flashed before my eyes as he wrapped his arms fully around me with full force and dove off the cliff with me. It’s easy and obvious to say that day was not quiet like I was anticipating, but in fact full of him getting on my nerves and not letting me have a moment of serenity. I fell asleep on the ride home while “Peaceful, Easy Feeling” by Eagles played quietly in the back.
working on the next chapter :)
#metallica#james hetfield#cliff burton#kirk hammett#dave mustaine#lars ulrich#80s#fan fiction#metallica fan fic#reality shifter
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My rivusa fate wins saga head cannons
( sorry I haven't posted I've been dead with vivid since Monday. Also there will be slight meetings if smut in this)
Riven is a kinky top during sex
Musa is a raging bottom
Riven bites musa's neck and her inner thighs during sex. Musa enjoys this greatly.
Musa always gets flirted with in bars on nights out and this makes riven jealous. He always leaves her with hickeys if he knows there going to a bar.
riven knows musa's playlists by heart ( her least favorite to favorite, all the lyrics, and all the songs on the playlists ) and this makes musa love him even more then she already does.
They have assigned dates for some time alone in sky and rivens dorm with skloom.
Riven doesn't allow musa to wear the runic limiters all the time only during practice and morning and night. She can't sleep with them on. Since her head hurts from other people's emotions in public places riven always holds her hand and she focuses on his mind.
Musa once tried wearing the runic limiters all the time and her wrists got seriously injured and they cracked her bones and fucked up her nerves so she now always has to wear a wrist brace for support.
Both Riven and musa have had from suicidal thoughts and cut/used to cut. Musa still cuts when she can't wear her runic limiters. She does this on her shoulders and thighs so no one notices. She only recently started doing it on her shoulders. Stella is the only one who knows.
Musa can manipulate what people see now from further training, and caused that to happen when riven first saw her cuts.
Musa is a big how to train your dragon, wings of fire, and Greek mythology nerd.
Musa read Percy Jackson and a kid so Riven learned about it and made blue cookies for her.
musa made Riven take a which Greek god/goddess are you. He got Hera and musa didn't talk to him for a week.
Musa thought her tongue was gone after her wisdom teeth removal.
Musa and Riven play fight all the time.
They don't do normal dates. They do things like Nerf battles, debates about stupid things, acting out stupid plays, and roasting random people they see on the street ( not out loud to the person though).
Musa bites people to show affection.
Musa and Riven are always touching.
They both have shitty dads who abused them. Rivens physically, musa's mentally.
Musa owns hella fuzzy socks.
Riven loves to scare people with his sword. In his third year he ran into a random class with his sword and scared everyone a few times.
He's super festive around holidays and acts like a child with musa.
They both are obsessed with Squishmallows.
If one gets sick then the other is tasked with caring for them no matter what. They gladly do this.
Musa and rivens relationship is based on cuddles.
They would cuddle after long days of training every once in a while, then it escalated to every night when they were still friends.
They have this inside joke of pinning each other on random places.
Riven tickles musa a lot.
They go shopping together and both need to be restrained in there certain areas of interest.
Riven is obsessed with candles. His favorite scent is strawberry or jasmine and rose because they remind him of musa.
Riven loves the rain and him and musa always go out and play in it when it rains.
They sit in the balcony in the winx suite ( i am a firm believer that there should have been a balcony so I made one in these head cannons) when it snows and drink hot chocolate.
Stella is rivens favorite winx girl apart from musa because she was the one who took the dating news the best and fully supports it. ( She also set them up in secret)
they text each other random emojis during class to make each other laugh.
They make everything a competition.
musa does really stupid shit sometimes and riven always covers for her.
Riven and Musa have both ADHD. Musa has minor autism.
Riven can't sleep at night when musa's not with him. Same with sky. so they both rearrange their room at night as a last minute thought.
Riven places musa's things in different places, she hates this but riven thinks it's hilarious.
Whenever the group is watching Disney movies musa and Riven will always start singing if it's a boy and girl duet. Sometimes skloom beats them to this. They all pick characters and sing their songs if they have one during movies.
Musa is into so many fandoms ( Sally face, how to train you dragon, wings of fire, Lilo and stitch, Percy Jackson, descendants, helluva boss, hazbin hotel, and many more) and Riven anyways gets her random merch for her fandoms.
They are both bisexual and Musa uses they/them pro nouns, so they attend pride festivals every year.
Riven always draws on musa's arms.
They both have tattoos symbolizing each other. Musa had a sword and Riven had a music note. Only they can see The others tattoos and no one else knows about them.
Riven had an obsession with bath and body works hand sanitizers. He has over 50 of them.
Musa can't cook for shit. Riven is an amazing cook and always brings her breakfast in bed when they sleepover at the end suite.
They don't shower together it's just not something they really want to do. The shower calms them down and they enjoy their private time to themselves in there.
Rivens favorite people in the world are musa, sky, Silvia, Stella, Flora, Bloom, Dane, Terra, and Aisha
Dane and Musa are best friends since musa went to him for advice on riven since sky was unhelpful and only fangirled once she asked him for help
Riven always kisses musa on the nose as a goodbye.
#Rivusa#winx fate saga#musa needs a hug#Riven needs a hug#aisha#terra#Flora#Skloom#Sky#Bloom#Abuse#Self harm#Stella and Musa friendship#Stella
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Random Yuki(ninjago OC) headcanons
She's identical to her mother (except her eye colour) so much so when Maya and Ray came back they mistook her for her mother.
Her God parents are Maya (picked by her mother) and Garmadon (picked by her father)
She's the only member of the team that hasn't had her face revealed. So there is still a lot of speculation about who the purple ninja is
Has never and I mean NEVER had acne. At all. No spots. No blemishes. Just perfectly clear, glass skin. She says it's genetics, the ninja say she had some secret spell. (They're very jealous)
Will blast the others with spells if they annoy her. Her favourite spels include: bubble bubble toilet struggle (explosive shits) tickle prickle ( extreme tickling)
Prefers to spend time in the monastery or the Bounty compared to the Palace. She's all alone in her Palace and it's too lonely.
She's a Ray of sunshine okay? The moment anyone hurts her the others are ready to fight.
She's a bookworm. She's on booktok. She has a watpad account and an AO3 account.
She's looked up Purple ninja x ___ multiple times for jokes.
She once found Purple ninja x Queen Yuki fanfiction. She was VASTLY concerned.
She and Lloyd briefly dated in the earlier seasons but broke it off cause work got in the way.
Despite the fact they broke up they still have some sort of romantic feelings towards each other.
BIGGEST. SWIFTIE. EVERRRRRR. has all the albums, streams Taylors versions, has all the cardigans.
^^ her favourite album is Speak Now but she feel like songs from Folklore describe her the best. She's secretly a reputation girlie
She has the voice of an angel. Both talking and singing.
She's the first person Lloyd comes to when he needs comfort. He just rests his head in her lap and she plays with his hair. She sung him to sleep a few times.
She cuts all of the ninjas hair herself.
She smells like a mix of cherry and jasmine
Let me know if you want more:3
Taglist:
@shatteredhope123
#lego ninjago#ninjago oc#lloyd garmadon#lord garmadon#ninjago#ninjago cole#ninjago headcanons#ninjago jay#ninjago kai#ninjago lloyd#ninjago nya
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MY AWESOME GIRLBOSS POGSLAY BROEST OF BROS, THE DAFFODUDE TO MY BROSES, THE BROMEO TO MY BRUHLIET!! i wanna know: jasmine tea, caramel macchiato, earl grey, and sparkling water :3
EYYYY IT'S MY BROULMATE, THE NOYA TO MY TANAKA 😤 mwah i love you bro you the bestest 🩷🩵 (link to the OG ask)
jasmine tea: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?
oh man, i've always wanted to go to italy bc i love their food so damn much askjdnsdkfjk. i enjoy architecture and views and all too but my primary focus whenever i travel is trying to experience the culture of the place AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO DO IT THAN FOOD?? i've been obsessed with pasta from when i was a smol bean so i'd love to go there and taste all sorts of pasta and have fun with the locals (i think we'd get along 'cause our cultures are pretty similar).
caramel machhiato: You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take?
this is so hard 😭 i'd normally say family but since this is only one person, i'll have to choose a friend (my fam won't enjoy shit unless we're all together lmao). honestly i'd probably take my irl friend Art 'cause she's also a foodie like me and she enjoys taking long scenic walks to properly appreciate the places we're visiting. she also enjoys the same kinds of adventures that i do, and since our vibes match so much whenever we go out, i feel like we'd have the time of our lives even if it was just the both of us travelling the world askjdnskfjnkj
earl grey: The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?
holy shit okay,,, so i actually have a whole procedure planned out for this + scoping out locations and route maps irl and learning how to hotwire a bus (ofc i only think about this a normal amount what are you talking about haha).
there's this huuuge supermarket that's located in the middle of nowhere so fewer zombies, so that would be the first place i hit to grab all the non-expiring canned food + high calorie stuff and a gas stove. and then since there's a bus parking space nearby i'd go there to steal one. buses are obviously the most safe option where i live because you can keep all your friends with you + luggage space + less damage when ramming into something. and then i'd go to this one statue place that's in the middle of a hugeass lake, and swim my way there since i'm assuming zombies won't be able to cover that big of a distance nor hear us from so afar. yada yada you get the gist of things lmao ksdjfnksjdf
anyways, i'd probably try to outlast the zombies without direct interaction, but if i run outta supplies or it seems like i'm going to get bitten or if it just gets too much, i'd probably try to take out as many zombies as possible with me lmao.
sparkling water: Describe what qualities you look for in a person
ooooh!!! i think i'm pretty flexible with the kind of people i like spending time with but some things i'd definitely prefer is someone who has a sense of humour (i laugh at everything and i love cracking jokes so this person should ideally enjoy the same haha), someone who is passionate and driven (it could be about anything in the world literally, i just love being able to support people's interests), someone who is kind (and i don't mean a goody two shoes, just someone with basic empathy and compassion), and someone who shares at least a couple of interests with me (could be animanga, reading, music, adventure, etc because i really love doing things together with people and just gushing for hours nonstop about some random thing).
anyways thanks for the ask bro, loved answering these 😤
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Hey!
Thought to share my twisted wonderland ocs with you guys.
Small bio
-Genevieve Spindle (MC/twisted of Sleeping Beauty and Prince Philp)
- 17 yrs old
-D.O.B: May 15
- Class: 2D
- Is in the Photography
-Loves fencing/swordmenship
-Calm, tends to be the peacemaker
-Lived in the woods, she knows survival skills and camping
-Before she went to Finishing School that twisted verison of Mother Gothel owned. Currently attends NRC
-Has a brother who attends NRC (3rd year)
-Is cursed
-Yasmine Asim (twisted of Princess Jasmine)
- 16 yrs old
-D.O.B: March 21
- Class: 1B
- Is in the Mountain Lovers Club
-Doesn't know how to swim
-Doesn't sugar coat anything
-Is related to Kalim
-Very tall and is self-conscious of it
-Adele Coast (twisted of Ariel. I know there is Rielle, but I couldn't help myself!)
-17 yrs old
-D.O.B: October 4
-Class: 2D
-Cousins to Azul
-Low-key hoarder and has a hard time getting rid of things
-Forgets what items are call and names it random things
-Met the twins in middle school when they befriended Azul
-She took an interest in Floyd quick though they didn't get together until later in life
^Their relationship is very mellowed and very opened (PDA and they don't give a shit who sees)
-Dorlos "Lola" Mouse (twisted of the dormouse)
-16 yrs old
-D.O.B: July 25
-Class 1A
-Comes from a foster home
-Only sister out of seven brother
-Has a hard/awkward time talking about families.
-Knew Trey, Riddle, and Chenya back when they were kids
-Can shift into a mouse, which embarrasses her.
-For unbirthdays, if there was no dormouse in the teapot, she would be voluntold to be the dormouse.
^only does it to chill Riddle out, but refuses to have jam spread on her nose!
-Hates her first name so she goes by Lola
-Tends to be 'one of the guys'
-Alya Najjar (twisted of the magic flying carpet)
-17 yrs old
-D.O.B: November 25
-She's deaf but she can read lips pretty damn well.
^she has earing aids, but she's a bit embarrassed by them, so she usually has her hair covering them (she eventually does get confident and doesn't give a darm but it takes time.
-When she first got her hearing aids, she listen to the sound of the refrigerator running all night.
-She makes A LOT of facial expressions which gives off the indicator how she is feeling, what she's thinking/saying etc.
-Has a humorous/playful side to her.
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#yuusona#twisted oc#twst mc#genevieve spindle#yasmine asim#adele coast#lola mouse#alya najjar#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#floydxoc#floyd x oc#night raven college#nrc
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Hi I'm sorry hope I'm not bothering but what are those Aus u were talking about they seem really interesting hope I'm not bothering u can ignore ofc
OH YOU AINT BOTHERING ME AT ALL, i did ask in the tags for someone to come ask me cuz i need to talk about it BUT HERE WE GO
so! the poyw invitation au! now you may think its an "oh a (y/n) from our world goes to that universe and ends up in the storyline somehow~" NOPE ahahaha!!!!!! its a full descendants poyw au! either taking from the og storyline or the rewrite AU, (y/n)/rose gets sent home one day(after she married Harry). Either, her key stops working, or shes now home again with no way back to the descendants world, right back where she started(though she does keep the items shes gained, like her rings, necklace, n maybe a sword idk). Still, around-lets say....idk at most 10 years later, after doing a DNA thing for funsies, she finds she suddenly has a family from England, and her newly discovered cousin Oliver has reached out~!! like Evie, she goes to meet him and he talks about the Devilles and that big ol wedding, (y/n)/rose mentions knowing a Deville once but his name was spelled Devil but pronounced De'vil (ahaha yes funny funny). Oliver is just like...okay cool(and slightly sus he don't know why tho) and invites her to the wedding for an Alexander family reunion
(y/n)/rose agrees, cuz something tugs at her ear to tell her to go(sounding a lot like that one goddess who pulled way too many strings to make Harry/rose possible) and eventually ends up at the new carfax abbey, soon seeing *drumroll* Walter~ who looks exactly like her fucking boy Harry Hook, and boy does he look-actually surprised to see her.
some high-jinks ensue with (y/n)/rose snooping around trying to figure out why this dude looks exactly like Harry/Thomas Doherty and ends up finding a hall that has Walter's family portraits on them. two of them include two very familiar faces, Cj and Harriet hook.
(y/n)/rose figures shit out quickly and makes a quick comment on one of their old friends during the cocktail party thing and Walter corrects her about something (pulling a lil abu trick like Jasmin did) and winces as (y/n)/rose gasps about catching him right in a lie! cuz holy shit Walter's Harry fucking Hook!!!!
after a long explanation,(with crying from Harry cuz he's dramatic/extra) its revealed Harry got sent to (y/n)/rose's world with her, but ended up way back in time due to a mix up, thanks to a technicality due to when Harry should've actually been born if the whole neverland/Auradon necromancy thing didn't happen, so he's way back in time before anything Disney has even been imagined, and makes a deal with some witches for immortality, becoming a vamp.
Harry now thinks (y/n)/rose will be scared of him, he's a monster now, one without a soul, but (y/n)/rose is that bitch and has killed for Harry too many times to count now and is just "dude, i killed ur dad for you, and his entire crew-plus some random ass fucks who threatened you. you really think some blood drinking gonna scare me off?" Harry just laughs as (y/n)/rose takes his face and kisses him stupid, the two soul mates finally reunited after so long.
anyways, at this point-it separates from canon and just has the two having a time as if they were never apart-Walter/Harry tells the families/the brides some of the truth and that (y/n)/rose happily accepted his proposal(even tho the two were already married n (y/n)/rose still wears her rings) Viktoria is...Viktoria, Lucy is Lucy, and (y/n)/rose is still that bitch; her and Harry soon starting to try to figure out how to get back to their world, getting even closer than before in the process(if that was even possible)
dead ass-this last bit is-fully stolen/borrowed from @sessediz's version of the invitation, but after (y/n)/rose n Harry/Walter take their vows(again) and (y/n)/rose takes his blood, Viktoria attempts a coup but uh-girly wasn't expecting the fucking balls (y/n)/rose has(being one to even make Gaston shake in the knees at the sight of her, girlies fucking THAT BITCH) and (y/n)/rose, either with her new vamp stretch or her skills(rewrite /rose is immune to magic, which in turn would make her immune to the blood pact thing so-she stays human but completes her end of the deal) takes Viktoria down with-too much ease(i think i made (y/n)/rose a bit of a mary sue but i do what it want plus, for real, Viktoria prob doesn't know how to actually fight, if it came down to skill, Viktoria would be a goner-did you see how her and lucy fought? those two have never actually fought someone in their life)
after being asked why Viktoria attempted such a coup like this, she tried to justify herself with how (y/n)/rose made Walter soft, how weak he's become over the years. Harry just laughs, his eyes gleaming red with the remaining madness curse that never truly left. "I'm a villain kid darlin'" his accent comes back out at this point, dark and rough like the child of hook he really is "this is all jus' childs play, got boring after a while-ye know?"
anyways-of course Viktoria is taken out due to her treacherous act, and while (y/n)/rose n Harry still figure out how the fuck to get home, they take care of business (like firing the racist ass butler and taking up different prey than the servant class cuz like the fuck?) and (y/n)/rose is implemented into the house, either as a vampire or a human that was unaffected by the pact(magic immunity has its perks) so-how this would end, would either be them going home, or them staying in (y/n)/rose's world as the Deville's
also-yes (y/n)/rose bullies Harry over his new last name SO FUCKING MUCH
"YOU STOLE CARLOS LAST NAEM YOU DOLT"
"NO I FUCKING DIDN' IT WAS JUST A COINCIDENCE"
"YEAH FUCKING RIGHT"
anyways there would be so much more to this au than i said here and if i did ever write it-it would be a lot better than what i explained and make more sense but-ye
OH and totally the reason why (y/n)/rose is suddenly an Alexander is so because of Persephone pulling strings, she just cannot let her otp be separated for longer
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I want to be in love but only if it's the type of in love that Tom and Zendaya are
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Never Glory - Chapter 3
Tom Riddle x reader
TW: blood, gore, death and all that stuff
I made my way to platform 9 and 3/4. I remembered my first time going through it and needing to ask a lady for help. I forever treasured the courtesy of that women. I faintly remember her telling me about how amazing Hogwarts would be and how she had 5 kids that had already went there.
After my sudden trance, I gently grabbed Kaiser and let him go under the sleeve of my robes. Yes, I was already wearing my robes since I didn't want to change in the train. I made sure everything was secure on my trolley and ran through the wall, leaving me in a different platform than I was before.
"Nice to see you again, Platform 9 and 3/4," I said. Some would probably call me a lunatic if they heard that and I wouldn't blame them. I got sorted into Gryffindor the last time I came here centuries ago and I don't think that's going to change. I mean, maybe it will or maybe it won't. I can't predict the future. Oh wait- I can haha.
I boarded the train and started to search for a free compartment when I saw a few girls sitting in one. I opened the compartment's door and saw the girls. It had looked like they were all gossiping about some random shit that I didn't really care about. "Hey, I'm Daena, Daena L/N. All the other compartments are full and I was wondering if I could sit here?" I said with a bright smile as to keep up politeness. "Uhm, alright I guess. I'm Heather Varma by the way and these are my friends, Taylor Shack, Jasmine Walker and Grace Roka. I have more of course but we all can't fit in one compartment," she said in a sort of snobby way, almost bragging. All of them looked me up and down in a sort of judging way and proceeded to continue gossiping about whatever shit they were talking about before. Rude. "What year are you in because none of us girlies have seen you around," Walker asked. "Oh, I'm in my fifth year and yes, you may not have seen me around since I'm new to Hogwarts," I spoke, being way politer than using slang like 'girlies' when meeting someone the first time. What kind of a word even is that!?
"Yeah I figured you were in fifth, you definitely don't look like a first year. We're in fifth year too," Shack butted in. I just nodded and refrained from cursing them.
I huffed and took a seat in the far corner of the compartment, because I didn't want anyone to see Kaiser and because I wanted to steer clear from those snobs. "I tthink that tthey don't like you," Kaiser hissed under my sleeve. I started whispering, "don't you think I already realized? Also, stay hidden, can't risk being expelled when I haven't even entered the school yet." Kaiser's head poked back into my sleeve. I felt like I needed some shut-eye time so that's what I did.
I didn't fall asleep due to the rowdy girls sitting next to me. I could feel the ringing in my ears as they talked about all sorts of things. I heard them mentioning names of boys and Tom Riddle came up quite a lot. They must be fawning over the guy. I wondered who he was. They also mentioned other things such as their preferred makeup brands. I also heard them trash talking about other students at Hogwarts. I had my eyes closed and so the girls next to me thought I was asleep.
"Oh my god, Daena is so weird. I wonder what house she's in. Hopefully not ours, even though she's kinda pretty, she'll probably give a bad name to us ," Walker whispered, not knowing that I was listening to it all. 'Pathetic imbeciles,' I thought to myself. Not wanting to hear any more of what they were saying. I stood up and made my way out of the compartment. I could hear some, "you didn't think she heard that?" from some of Walker's friends as I was making my way out.
I sighed as I escaped that negative space. It just felt so fake, like they weren't actually friends. I scoffed at the thought of those girls and made my way to a different compartment where I saw a mix of boys and girls. "Let's try my luck," I said to myself before sliding the compartment's door.
"Hey! I'm Daena L/N and all the other compartments are full and the one I was just in, let's just say that it didn't exactly have nice people," I said, leaning on the side of the door. "Of course you can sit with us! I'm Lily Evans and I can tell that we'll be friends," a girl spoke up. I genuinely smiled and walked in and found a seat in the far corner like before. "Thanks, the other compartment was full of snobs and when they thought I was asleep, they started to trash talk me," I laughed.
"Oh that sucks, let me guess, Walker, Shack, Heather and them," Lily stated, "they're not the best of people, but they're quite popular. And considering your looks, they must be jealous." I chuckled at her response, knowing that we'd be great friends. "Oh and these are my friends," she pointed each one of them out, "James Potter, Molly Prewett, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew."
I smiled at all of them and waved as they waved back. "So, what year are you in Daena?" Sirius asked. I smiled and responded, "Oh I'm in fifth but I'm a transfer from Ilvermorny." Of course, I wasn't a transfer but it's my cover up and I did it pretty smoothly I must say. "That's so cool. I heard they also have houses?" James interjected. "Yup, you're right, they have four too. Horned Serpent, Wampus, Pukwudgie and Thunderbird," I replied. Yes, I did do my research.
"I wonder what house I'm going to be in though," I said as the rest in the compartment listened. "Yeah, we're all in Gryffindor but we wouldn't mind hanging out with you if you're in a different house!" Molly said. "Thanks, I really appreciate that," I spoke, not even knowing that I was smiling. I checked to see if Kaiser was alright under my sleeve and when I did, it looked like he was asleep. I let him be.
The train ride came to a halt and I stood up, offering Lily and Molly one in the process. They graciously grinned as they took my hand. James, Remus, Sirius and Peter trailed behind as Lily, Molly and I walked and talked about Hogwarts and that resulted in them giving me some heads up about some stuff.
"When I was in the other compartment with the other girls, I heard them fawning over this guy. I couldn't help but listen and hear the name Tom Riddle," I said. "Oh Daena, you don't wanna go near him. He's very smart and apparently handsome for other girls but I'm telling you now, he has danger written all over him," Lily spoke.
"Plus, he called Lily a mudblood when she accidently bumped into her," Molly added. "I already don't like him," I said as I looked at Lily and Molly. All three of us got onto a carriage and were pulled away by thestrals. Lily and Molly claimed that they couldn't see them no matter how many times I told them that they were right in front of us.
We ended up reaching Hogwarts and to say I gaped in awe at the giant castle was an understatement.
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Woah, that was long. Anyways, yay! Varma, Walker, Shack and all those 'girlies' hate you lol. But at least your friends with Lily and Molly! The other girls are just gonna be made up side characters so don't really mind them, you can change the names to your preferences :)
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jasya + "i should hate you for this"?
Always the hate/enemies to lovers prompts with these two…
„I cannot fucking believe this!“, Jasmine’s hands were thrown over here head in frustration, roughly ran through her hair, leaving the copper waves one mess of a tangle, before her fists slammed down onto the kitchen counter with a loud thump. „You lied to Bosco! You lied to Bosco about her goddamn major! She’s gonna be so stressed now, they literally rushed to get to Camden’s place, a complete mess! And the project she’s stressing about isn’t even real! Camden will be so confused, if she’s even at home, and Bosco will be so embarrassed! Daya, what the fuck were you thinking?“ With each word, Jasmine’s voice had increased in volume and pace. Her green eyes flared with fury as she tilted her head upwards to stare her roommate right in the eye. God, she hated the height difference between them so much. Now, she needed a moment to catch her breath, letting out a sigh. „Is this some stupid prank? Because Bosco doesn’t deserve to be tormented by your weird mood swings …“
At that, Daya snapped right back at her. „My weird mood swings?“ Her brows furrowed together, forming a deep wrinkle between them and she supported her body with her arms as she leaned over the counter, face hovering right in front of Jasmine’s. „Which one of us made sure to tell everyone oh how happy she was single, even though I never fucking asked, and then, out of nowhere you suddenly go out with some random Philosophy major? You two barely ever fucking talked, it makes no sense! But I have mood swings? Me, the person who spends every fucking evening with you? Do you feel like that every time we hang out? Are you annoyed with me and that’s why you’re going out with Bosco all of a sudden?“
She craned her neck, their noses only mere inches apart. Daya could swear the air was cracking with electricity. „Listen, I like you, okay? I’ve liked you since we moved into this shithole of an apartment, do you hear me? But instead of ever even considering me, you have to rub in my face how happy you are on your own? Good for you, but then why Bosco? I don’t fucking understand where this came from. I don’t fucking get you, Jas! And I hate that I still want you, even after this shit you pulled!“ Her eyes fell shut, breath hollow, „Listen, I’m sorry I sabotaged your date. It just fucking hurts to just stand by, okay?“
Jasmine’s heart pounded so loud, she was convinced Daya had to hear it. Her chest had swollen up, a huge, heavy lump stuck in her throat. When she opened her mouth, the words came out more as a breath than anything else. „I should hate you for this.“
Daya’s eyes shot back up, meeting the deep green pools of Jasmine’s. Her gaze was a lot softer than she had anticipated. Were those tears? Jasmine swallowed heavily. „Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to just make a move? To just ask me out? Why do you think I made sure to remind you I’m single …“ Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. „I only agreed to go out with Bosco because I gave up hope that you’d ever want to.“
Before she realized what was happening, Daya had shot forwards, her lips connecting with Jasmine’s in a rough, fiery kiss.
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Helluva Good Time (Maybe) (Pt. 1)
((OC here: https://www.tumblr.com/aceontheline/725110040623775744/helluva-boss-oc-amy?source=share))
I was only meant to attend this house party tonight, so I texted back my friend, Damien, in a hurry. He stated that it would be a small get together, but I knew what that really meant. Either way, I didn't mind. Parties of any size are usually fun for me anyway & it means I get to go out and socialize... When I'm usually just stuck behind a cubicle all day long. Monday through Friday, 9-5 as per everyone else's usual grind. I get ready with some nice looking makeup & cute clothes. An off the shoulder top with shorts & a cat eye makeup look. I put my hair up in my usual messy bun and head out the door. Damien gives me a quick call to ask me where I'm at and I tell him I've just stepped out of my house. "I'll be there in a few, chill your jets bitch" I say in a joking tone. Damien chuckles, saying he's just a little overexcited, commenting about how it's been a while since I've actually gone out to a party with him and our usual crew.
"I know. But unlike the usual crew, I have a bit of a higher paying job now. It kills me, but it's honest work" I say, walking along the sidewalk. Damien's house wasn't too far in the Gluttony ring, so I didn't want to waste gas.
"Fair enough, I guess. So I assume once you get your check that you'll want nothin' to do with us?" Damien asked.
"Don't be stupid. I'll still love y'all to death. I'll just only be able to go to parties on weekends. Like a regular adult" I reply in a sly tone.
Damien hangs up on me once I step foot onto his driveway. There is MORE than a few people there already, so I just make myself welcome. I'm talking to a few random people at the party and enjoying myself for a little while, before getting somewhat tired. I sit down on the couch with my drink in hand as I watch everyone mingle and dance about. Suddenly, I feel the space next to me sink a little. Someone just sat down and I don't know why I don't want to look. However, I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's rather frantic and nervous. I turn my head and see an Imp. He looks somewhat familiar but I can't entirely place him. He asks me what time it is, saying he has to get home soon. "It's like 8:00 pm" I reply. He wipes the sweat from his brow, seeming relieved.
He said that he honestly thought it was much later in the evening already, as it felt like time was moving at such an incredible speed. I asked him if he had taken any drugs that could've caused this. He firmly shook his head, insisting that he already has done one too many at some point in his life, not wanting to risk anything more. Shit, why was that funny? Why did I just laugh at that? And why was he looking at me like he thought it was... Cute? He gets closer to me and asks me for my name.
"My name's Amy. And you are-?" I ask with pleading eyes.
"My name's Blitz. The 'O' is silent" Blitz says, his eyes trailing around the room a bit, then back to me.
"Good to meet ya, Blitz! Have ya at least had a drink or two yet?" I follow up, genuinely curious.
"Yeah, maybe like 2 screwdrivers. No wonder my head is already kinda fucked up, huh? What about you?" Blitz asks.
I shake my head, saying that I just got here not too long ago. Blitz takes me to the kitchen and orders two shots for me. My friend, Jasmine, is working the bar. She makes excellent shots, so I know that if I have too many of hers that I'm done for. I take two and shoot them back quickly. Blitz seems... Impressed. He takes me back to the living room area and we chat for quite a bit, before moving outside so our conversation felt a little more one on one. After a long while of us just talking, eating and drinking, the two of us parted ways for the time being. Blitz gave me his number, saying we should hang out sometime. I joked that he may not even remember me tomorrow, to which he replied with: "We took a selfie together and I barely had like 5 shots. I'll remember ya"
I smiled softly as he walked away back to his place for the night. In the meantime, my other friends were all partying it up. I joined them after a quick deep breather. We all had an amazing time and enjoyed each other's company. After the party was over, I helped with some of the cleanup and then went home at around 1:00 am. I took a quick shower then scrolled on my phone for a bit. I looked at that selfie that Blitz and I took together, smiling. He was an eccentric guy, I could tell. I didn't get much information about him at the time. However, I could tell that we were going to hit it off in one way or another.
It was a lovely looking Saturday morning, so I just texted my friend Caitlyn to see if she wanted to meet up for some coffee and a chat. She agreed, saying that she wanted to get a shower first. I changed into some cute clothes once more and then stepped out of my house. I saw a few friends on the way and quickly caught up with them before heading straight to the coffee shop. I knew how Caitlyn liked her coffee, so I waited to get a text from her saying she was on her way. Once I got conformation, I ordered both of ours and then sat back down. I didn't wait too long... Caitlyn and her boyfriend, Frankie, arrived. I greeted them both with a smile on my face, apologizing that I didn't get Frankie a coffee, as I thought it'd only be Caitlyn.
"Oh, you're good. Almost no one gets my order right anyway. And I ain't in the mood for a coffee. Just wanted to swing by. How you doin' by the way?" Frankie asked.
"I'm good! I finally scored that office job, so I'm getting paid well enough now" I reply, beaming.
"Oh that's great! I'm so happy for you! Tyler scored a gig too. He's a cop now" Caitlyn stated in her typically bubbly voice.
Suddenly, the door swings open again. Blitz! I smile and wave at him, asking him to come sit with us. He smiles in return, saying he will momentarily. Caitlyn and Frankie exchange looks of "Holy shit, is that-?" I ask them what's up. "That's Blitz. Leader of I.M.P. How do you know him?" Frankie asks. My jaw drops briefly... Holy shit, THIS was the guy I recognized. Blitz comes and sits down right next to me, putting an arm around me and asking me if I was coming here because I was hungover. I laugh, insisting that it would take more than 4 shots to do that to me. Blitz smirked, stating that "We'd have to test your limits at some point"
I smirk. Blitz pretty much dominates our conversations but it's welcome, as he's quite an interesting conversationalist. After our scheduled hangout was over, Caitlyn asked if we can do this again sometime. I agreed to next weekend on Saturday. Blitz said he was free on that day too, insisting that he hangs out with us. Caitlyn seemed reluctant but said that was fine. Before I could leave to go back home, Blitz took my hand and asked if I wanted to head out with him. Not really having much else to do, I agreed. He took me back to the Pride ring, in Imp City. We hung out for a good chunk of the day, never really leaving each other's sights. We talked a bunch and just enjoyed each other's company.
Once the day was nearing a close, I already felt my eyes getting a bit heavy. We were watching T.V, when I suddenly felt myself cozying up to him. My head leaned on his shoulder, to which Blitz didn't really dignify with a response. He sort of just let it happen. After a while, I asked if he could take me home. He agreed to, only if I fronted some gas money. I sighed, pulling out my wallet and giving him some. He seemed genuinely shocked, implying that he was sort of joking.
"Oh, I can take the money back then-" I jokingly reply.
"Oh hell no, I could use that" Blitz said, taking the money out of my hand. He opens the front door for me. "Get in. We've got quite the way to go" he continues.
I smile softly, getting in the front seat of his van. He put some music on the radio and was jamming out for a moment, making me giggle softly... Shit. Did I find him cute? No way. We literally JUST met. "Don't do that to me, Brain" I thought, jamming along with him to distract myself. We enjoyed each other's vibes from the moment we left the Pride ring. Once we arrived in the Gluttony ring, and to my house, I opened the door and then hung over his window. "See ya later, Blitz. Maybe tomorrow?" I ask, filled with hope. "Why not? See ya here. Same time tomorrow" Blitz replied, rustling up my hair a bit. He drove away shortly after that, as I walked into my house. I held my phone close to my chest, sliding down the door.
"Fuck. I do like him. And we literally only hung out for one day. Damn it... I don't even know if he's in a relationship. Or really much else about his business... Ya know what? I just have to ASK him. Don't play games though. Just let it build up though, so you don't fuck this up" I say to myself, in a stream of consciousness.
I tell all of this to my friend, Damien. He strictly advised me to follow my own advice, unless I wanted it to go down like any of my previous relationships, where I fell to deeply and quickly in love. I sighed looking at that text... Thinking of the 3 exes I've had before and everything I did to keep them around much longer than I needed. I, then, laid down in my bed looking up at the ceiling and just vibing to some music for a bit. Then I succumbed to my usual routine of putting on a long form video while I cleaned up around my house a little, then played some video games for a bit. After all that, I had some late dinner and then went to bed shortly after. I guess I attempted to think of Blitz, but I had to push down my own thoughts for right now. Otherwise, they'd go out of control. I fell asleep shortly after putting on some relaxing music to help me go to sleep a bit faster.
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Heartless chapters 21 & 22
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Chapter 21
Like always, Jasmine had channeled Aladdin and transformed the room into Jasmine’s Cave.
Imagine sitting down to write. You can write literally anything imaginable. And you put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, and THIS is the line that you come up with.
“Seems good to me!” you say to yourself. You feel no need to change this. Feel no embarrassment over what you’ve written.
/I say about a series that’s 100% obviously fulfilling a kink for the author
“He’ll be okay,” Nadia whispered in my ear. “I can’t believe in a world where he finally finds love, and doesn’t get to experience it with you.”
I do. Mainly because I refuse that there’s a happy ending in this series where Vail rides off into the sunset with literally any of these men. Every single character in this series has been completely without redemption.
Yes, even the random omegas, because they enable this shit behaviour and feed into the system that keeps them oppressed.
It made me wonder about my cousins, Lucas and Elijah. Had they already been on this journey, and that was why they’d started a refuge? I brushed a finger over the round ears of the fallen panther. Could my cousins be different, too? Or had they just discovered the Skin King’s true legacy and decided they owed something to the lost and the broken? Mr. Wentworth, Theo and even Sin had called them dangerous, but I was learning that until I saw the truth with my own eyes, I couldn’t know anything for certain.
At least she’s finally starting to think for herself.
I’ve also noticed that she’s started to grow a spine as well.
Maybe there is hope for the ending. I doubt it, but you never know.
This time, he used his fist. And I didn’t feel a thing.
Chapter 21 summary: Vail asks Marnie what’s up between her and Reed. She’s drinking the Kool-Aid too much, because she’s completely and utterly forgiven him for the shit he did to her when he thought she was a dud. Kind of exactly like Vail’s relationships with every man. Marnie tries to apologise for having taken Reed away, when she knows that Jasper wanted to enter into a triad so that all three men could be with Vail. But that was back when Jasper thought that Vail had chosen Cal.
They go to sleep, but Vail has a nightmare. She wakes up and goes to the front of the cave, where there are some ancient cave paintings. During her first trip to the cave, Pearl had pointed them out. Now, Vail has way more understanding of them, and takes a closer look. She sees details that don’t line up with the lies that Pearl was taught: they aren’t all werewolves. Vail now circles back to the whispered rumours of her cousins, who are supposed to have a “sanctuary for freaks and outcasts”. Everybody warned her against going to them, claiming that they were dangerous. Now, Vail is certain that this information was simply misguided because of xenophobia.
Then, a powerful spell is put over her, and she’s helpless as she’s forced to march from the cave. It’s Cal, whom she recognises immediately because he “smells like a dirty spice rack”. She calls him out on his shit, saying that she told Jasper everything. However, without Jasper there to actually back her up, Cal doesn’t believe it. He beats her up.
Chapter 22
But I’d barely taken two steps before his alpha power fell on me like an avalanche, and I slid slideways into a snowdrift.
My main question is: if she isn’t actually a wolf, then why does the werewolf alpha power affect her SO much?
Follow up comment: if she really is half a wolf like people claim, wouldn’t the power affect her half as much as regularly?
“Are you talking about the Alpha of the Hunter Moon Clan?” I demanded.
“Ooh-la-la,” Dixon chortled. “We’re just simple mountain cats, V. We don’t go in for all the fancy titles and shit.”
The cats calling the wolves out on their titled shit is so goddamned funny.
And if there was one thing Trey Barakat had taught me, it was that you couldn’t escape a predator who’d already tasted your blood.
Chapter 22 summary: Vail struggles and eventually gets out of Cal’s truck, only for him to use whatever BS power he has over her to make her pass out. When she wakes up, she’s in another car with Trey driving, and two randos from The Horn (her home) basically holding her in place. They say a lot of shit, but what it boils down to is that Trey is kidnapping Vail and forcing her into yet another unwanted relationship. Also, they used Cal to get to her right now… Which makes her angry, because Cal hit her so hard she blacked out for a second.
He takes her up onto a hill, which he claims is “full of proof of shifter-leopards come summer”. Which is inherently meaningless in February. He then starts to use his own version of the alpha power on her, which makes her angry. The only reason why Cal blackmailed her is because Trey forced her to shift back when the Black Den enforcers were attacking the school. Trey says that after he’s mated to Vail, he’s going to murder Cal. Like literally kill him.
But he goes on to say that biting Vail once wasn’t enough for them to be mated to each other; she needs to bite him back. Well, to let her panther decide to do it. And I’m seriously going to laugh if she shifts, and is like “Nah man, fuck you.”
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A/N: I would like to preface this by letting everyone know that I am in no way knowledgeable about actual science things. That being said I am amazed that in a random draw I actually managed to get a prompt that had to do with flowers lol. This is my contribution to the BakuHarem Collab! Please take a second to check out the other contributions here!
Warning: bad science, no protection, swearing, overs!mulation, accidental exhibti0som, intoxicated smut? idk sex pollen is a drug i guess.....
W/C: 3.5k
“Bakugou, dude. We should not-”
“Shut up Kirishima!” Bakugou walks through the sterile hallways checking every corner for signs of other people. “That bitch took my top spot with some bullshit flowers?!” He finally gets to the lab that was granted to you for your research. After winning first place, stealing first place in the UA university science expo. He walks into the observing lobby, looking through the large window to make sure you weren’t working in the lab after hours.
“Just keep quiet and listen for any one coming this way.” He walks over to the security door and holds his key card up to it, the light on the scanner turns green and he hears the dead bolt slide open.
Kirishima is lingering behind him, hovering in the doorway. He turns to Bakugou to talk him out of this again but his friend has already entered the lab. “Ahh geez.” He didn’t even wear any safety gear.
As the door clicks shut behind him, Bakugou stops to examine the lab. Several different species of flowers in full bloom behind temperature controlled enclosures. Some of them are recognizable; lavender, chamomile, and jasmine. “I thought it would smell like the perfume department, this fuckin place smells like heaven.” Guess it wasn’t a new shampoo she was using then.
He walks through the aisles turning his head this way and that, trying to find something, anything that he can fuck up without it being overtly obvious. He gets to the back corner of the lab and sees a piece of familiar equipment. “Perfect.”
*****
“He said WHAT?!”
Your roommate flinches at your reaction to her news. “He told Professor Aizawa that your ‘Viagra flowers’ are a joke to the science department and they should ‘wither and die’.”
You’re fuming. That fuck tard Bakugou, mister my shit don’t stink is ridiculing my research? “All that man knows is how to blow shit up! Just cause I beat him in the expo this year, he thinks my research is a joke?!” You stand up from the couch, pacing in front of it and you can’t decide whether to scream or cry. “Why did I ever like that twat?”
Cause he has wide shoulders, big hands and scarlet eyes that -
“Oh for the love of god shut up.” Screw your inner thoughts.
Ochako watches you pace, worrying in her eyes when yours line with silver and your neck flushes bright red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”
You stop moving and look at her, guilt flooding through you as she slumps forward. “Don’t apologize, I was talkin to myself babe.” She nods her head weakly and you stand up straight “I’m gonna go.” You walk to the door grabbing your coat and key card.
“W-where are you going?” Ochako follows you to the door and grabs your wrist gently. You turn to her and smile, she was always so sweet but you knew that if shit went down she would be right beside you, kicking ass.
“I need to blow off some steam, so I’m gonna go check on my ‘Viagra flowers’.” She huffs a laugh and let's go.
“Alright, don’t stay too late.”
You nod, put on your shoes and leave the dorm. It’s a bit of a walk to the building the lab is in and hopefully the cool breeze will calm your mind.
*****
As you walk into the building you are grateful that your professor is more of a night owl than most students. Considering how many naps he takes during lectures it is no wonder he can’t sleep at night. You contemplate going to his office to say hi but think better of it.
Don’t wanna end up venting about Bakugou to my professor of all people.
You walk down the hallway and notice the door to your lab is cracked. Not unusual, a lot of students from your class have been coming and going to see the different species of flowers and plants you are growing. Assuming someone didn’t shut the door behind them you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Out of the corner of your vision a quick flash of red and you walk right into Kirishima, Bakugou’s friend and one of your classmates.
“Hey! How- how's it goin?”
You take a step back, rubbing your nose from face planting into his giant chest. Does this guy eat boulders for breakfast? “Hey Kiri! Just gonna do some late night tests! You checkin out my garden?”
“Yeah! Flowers are pretty.” He laughs, it’s high pitched and obviously forced.
You take in his nervous appearance, the fact that he is still standing in front of the door and your mood sours.
“Where is he?”
Kirishima looks like he is gonna try and stall but one look at the fury in your eyes and his head hangs down. “He’s in the lab,” you rush past him and punch in the code to open the door. “I tried to talk him out of it!”
The door clicks shut and the spiky blonde huffs in annoyance somewhere in the back of the lab.
“I told you shitty hair, if you’re gonna keep a look out you have to stand outside.”
You clear your throat and his head shoots up. You walk over to him, taking note of all of the plants and equipment, taking note of anything that looks different. As you get closer to him you notice that he smells particularly good tonight.
Keep it in your pants idiot
“Really Bakugou?” You stop a few steps away from him, noticing the various disassembled parts on the counter top behind him. “What were you gonna do, break my extraction equipment and make it look like a malfunction? Are you a B-Movie villain?”
He stands up and you are reminded of how small you feel next to him, wide shoulders, arms barely fitting the t-shirt he was wearing, strong chest that tapers to a toned waist. He laughs and you look at his face. What I wouldn’t give to just lick from your navel to your neck.
“A B-Movie villain huh? That’s rich coming from the fanfiction cliché scientist.” He crosses his arms, your eyes quickly dart to the sight of his biceps flexing with the movement then back at him.
“Fanfiction cliché? What the actual fuck are you talking about?” You take another step towards him, softly inhaling his scent. Why does he smell so good?
He laughs at you again, the sound caresses your skin and you realize your feeling very, very hot. You drag your fingers through your hair, your eyes zeroing in on a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. When you lick your lips and shift to take another step closer a small part of your brain connects the dots. “What. Did. You. Do?”
Bakugou looks at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and eyes that show you aren’t quite your normal smart and sexy self. Reaching behind himself you hear the unmistakable sound of clinking glass, he grabs a beaker, an open beaker. “Just grabbed this from your equipment, I know how long it takes to extract this stuff. Would suck if it were to suddenly go missing.”
“You idiot! Do you know how potent it is in that form?!” You reach for it but he pulls the beaker out of your reach. “Why do you think I keep it enclosed? You have to close it up now!”
“Why should I?”
Honestly how stupid can this guy get?!
“Put it back in the enclosure first and I’ll explain it to you!” Your breathing is getting heavy, the closer you get to Bakugou the hotter your body feels. You lunge for him again and trip, he hurries to put the beaker on the table behind him and catch you. Put off balance from the position you both crash to the floor with him underneath you. Sighing in frustration you lift yourself up only to bump your head on the table, knocking over the beaker and spilling the extract over you both.
“Shit!” You scramble off of him and run to the door, pressing the exposure button and effectively locking it. You turn to Bakugou and back up trying your best to keep your distance. “Stay on that side of the room, if we’re far enough apart the effects won’t be as bad.”
“What are the effects?” The question is spoken so calmly that you almost convince yourself he didn’t speak at all.
“What are the fucking side effects!?” His shirt is soaked, sticking to his tanned skin. The outline of his chiseled body makes your mouth go dry. You look back at his face, his mouth twisted in frustration at your silence but no less attractive. The sharp angle of his jawline, pink lips slightly chapped, aristocratic nose, scarlet eyes that-
“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Shaking your head to clear some of the fog in your brain, you focus on him again.
“It’s an aphrodisiac so obviously it enhances sexual desire.”
“Yeah-yeah, sex pollen I get it. But what else?” he rings out the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slightly and you avert your eyes.
“It is not sex pollen, I don’t even use the pollen of the plant.” the last part coming out in a mumble. “The aphrodisiac only works on people who are consenting adults that are attracted to each other.” You clear your throat.
Bakugou freezes for a moment and looks up at you, examining you. The flushed skin, short breaths, and how you keep as much distance between the two of you as the small lab provides.
“So why are you so far away then?” The smirk on his face is sinful as all hell.
Cheeky bastard.
“Surely I don’t have to spell it out for you.” Resisting the urge to turn your face away from him like a pouty child..
“HA!” The smug look on his face momentarily lifts the cloud of lust and replaces it with anger. “Of course you’re attracted to me, who wouldn’t be?”
“Well, aren't you a cocky bastard?” Hoping you're not about to embarrass yourself you take a chance and muster up some courage. Slowly walking up to him you notice that his forehead is glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy, ears and back of his neck flushed with pink. “Tell me, Katsuki. How are you feeling?”
A few steps and you can see his hands balled up in white knuckled fists, a few more his jaw clench and unclench. Once you are only an arms length away you can see him swallow harshly, Adam's apple bobbing, nostrils flaring. You push your breasts against his toned chest, the light friction causing a moan to escape your mouth, the sound going straight to his cock.
“I’m - I’m fine.” Bakugou clears his throat, the sound of his first name from your lips sweeter than it should be.
“Lookin a little flushed, you feeling hot?”
He doesn’t answer, his attention captured by the closeness of your body, your lips, the tops of your breasts peeking out of the v neck top you’re wearing.. He stops breathing when your tongue flicks out to lick your bottom lip.
“Cat got your tongue?”
On impulse his hands move to rest on your hips, eyes never leaving your lips. “What was the question again?”
“How. Are. You. Feeling.” you walk your fingers up his chest with each word before pulling his head down so you can whisper in his ear, the anger fading fast. “Katsuki.” You hear him growl, the sound reverberating through your core, then you're being picked up.
“I’m gonna ruin you.” Bakugou crashes his lips to yours, pressing you up against one of the walls and bracing you with one hand so that the other can wrap around your throat. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He bites your lip, licking it to soothe the hurt. “Smart, funny, sexy, beautiful.”
You whine at the words and grind against the bulge in his pants, your pussy throbbing with need. “Need to feel you touch me Bakugou.” He stops moving and you shift to try and grind against him again but he holds you tight, slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.
“What happened to calling me by my first name, baby girl?” Loosening his hand and crouching down as if to put you down you sputter out “Kat-Katsuki Please touch me.”
The feral grin on his face has your pussy drooling and you all but sigh in relief when he stands up straight and slips a hand under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. “Oh god yes.”
“You’re so soft baby,” he pulls one of the cups down and rolls your nipple in between his fingers. “Take off your shirt, wanna see those pretty tits.”
Katsuki keeps playing with your nipple when you rip your shirt off, making short work of your bra and tossing it. As soon as the other nipple is in view he dives down to suckle it, his mouth hot. You throw your head back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing your chest out to give him better access.
He is merciless in his teasing, alternating between breasts, making sure to suck each nipple till they are both hard peaks. Kissing the top of your soft globes, your collarbone and neck, everywhere his mouth goes is left with a mark in varying shades of red and purple.
You grow impatient with him, needing to make him feel as good wanting to feel him with your hands, mouth, teeth.
“Wanna feel you too Katsuki.” you whine as he pinches one nipple while nibbling the other one. When you pull on his hair a little he groans but lifts his head, pulling both nipples with him before letting them go.
“What do ya wanna feel, baby girl?”
With all your inhibitions throw out the window you lean down and whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel you fuck me.”
You pull away and he quickly sets you down, you’re about to object when he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion then starts unbuttoning his jeans. You rush to follow, unzipping your pants and pulling them down, before you can pull down your panties he grabs your hand stopping you. “Leave ‘m on.”
Katsuki picks you up again before you can get a good look at his cock, but when it's pressed against you there is no need to see it. “Fuck you’re huge.”
He smirks at you, smug pride in his eyes. “Glad you approve.” Reaching a hand down he pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds. “This all for me?” bringing his fingers up to show you the slick dripping down them he puts them in his mouth and sucks. “Gonna have to enjoy that tasty treat later.”
Your body is burning up, breathing is heavy as you both watch him drag his cock along your wet slit before pushing in. Your moans echo in the lab and neither one of you cares as Katsuki's cock drags against your inner walls until bottoming out. Right now is not the time for slow strokes, not with the aphrodisiac flowing through both of your bodies, so he starts a pace that has your ass slapping against his thighs.
“C-cumming!” You scream out before your body bows in on itself and you're creaming around his cock.
“Already?” a sideways grin on his face Katsuki starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts, his cock reaching that much deeper. “Gonna cum for me again? Come on baby, wanna feel you milk my cock.”
Your mind is going blank, the only thing running through it is Katsuki. “Please don’t stop,” you dig your nails into his shoulders. “M Gonna cum again.” His thrusts go shallow and the head of his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.
You’re repeating his name endlessly, the only word that is in your mind then you’re cumming again. Your legs tense around his waist and your pussy clenches down hard enough that he has to stop moving or risk hurting you. He watches your face contorted in pleasure and starts thrusting as soon as he feels your orgasm subside.
“One more.”
Your head fuzzy, body limp from two orgasms. “I can’t!”
“Wrong,” Katsuki pulls out for a second, setting you on the floor and pushing on your back. You obediently bend forward grabbing the edge of the counter top and he wastes no time in rutting back into you. “You want me to stop?”
“NO”
“Then you got one more beautiful thing.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet then reaches around rubbing soft circles on your puffy clit. His other hand gripping your hip, before moving up and grabbing your shoulder using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.
“Come on, cum for me.”
You turn your head to the side trying your best to look in his eyes, yours tearing up at the overstimulation. “You cum too, fill me up Katsuki.”
“Oh fuck yeah.” Bending his knees he thrusts up into you and with the new angle, teasing circles being rubbed on your clit and the feral moans coming out of his mouth you cum one last time.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck
Katsuki cums after you, rope after rope of cum coating your fluttering walls.
You both stand there catching your breath. Katsuki pulls out and you whimper, “Oh don’t worry beautiful,” he picks you up again, walks over to a chair and sits down with you in his lap “not done with you yet.”
By the time you are spent both of you are exhausted and lost track of how many times either of you came. He helps you stand up, quickly pulling your panties back in place. “Don’t want you leakin.”
You giggle and pick up your clothes from the floor, he helps you get dressed and you both walk to the door. Making sure to check the air quality before leaving the lab you confirm that nothing is left in the air and unlock it. Before opening the door you turn to him opening your mouth to ask a question but he talks first.
“Let's go back to my room, yeah? I’ll help you clean up.” His voice rough from moaning and growling but you can see a small smile on his lips. Even though you know that the effects of the extract have worn off you can’t help but worry that he is still under their influence. Nodding your head you turn away from him again and open the door, walking into the lobby.
“I assume you're finished with the lab?”
You stop dead in your tracks, Katsuki bumping into you. “P-professor Aizawa?” Red hair peeks out behind him and Kirishima looks at you both with a nervous sharp toothed smile and red face. The fog of your memory clears and you vaguely remember hearing knocking on the window and door while you were… indisposed.
Katsuki steps in front of you, from the lack of red on his face or neck you know he isn’t nearly as mortified as you. “How long have you been standing there?”
The tired eyes of your teacher examine both of you. “Long enough.” He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are both to meet me in my office tomorrow morning.”
And just before you can’t get anymore embarrassed he walks out and says over his shoulder. “The labs aren’t sound proof, and these walls echo.”
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