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My Pretty Girl - T.N.
Bitter Burns and Glowy Skin
Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott
Warnings: None (yet ;))
Summary: You need to stop being so easily persuaded.
Author's Note: Long awaited chapter! Sorry about the wait, college is beating my ass right now but almost winter break! Also someone tell me what a taglist is and how to make one?
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“Come on please,” Lorenzo begged, turning fully around in his seat to face you.
You hesitated. Parties weren’t really your thing. They were loud, exhausting, scary, sweaty, and so many more unpleasant adjectives.
There was only ten minutes left of class which meant only ten more minutes of Lorenzo and Mattheo trying to convince you to go to a hufflepuff house party.
You weren’t stupid you knew what went on at hufflepuff parties. There was a link between them being prodigies at herbology and Cho coming back to the dorms giggling and wobbling.
“It’s going to be so fun though,” Lorenzo clasped his hands together and pleaded.
“Your boyfriend’s also going to be there,” Mattheo added, wiggling his eyebrows.
You felt your face heat up and tried shushing the loud boy in case anyone was eavesdropping.
“Why would it matter if Theo’s going or not,” you murmured quietly as you glanced around the classroom, paranoid.
Mattheo smirked, “I never said Nott. So you want him to be your boyfriend?”
Shoot. You avoided eye contact with both boys but made sure to shake your head no, not allowing them the chance to assume anything.
“No, bu-” saved by the bell. You reminded yourself to give Dumbledore a giant kiss on his cheek.
You grabbed your backpack and ran away from the two slytherins who bursted out in laughter.
You spotted Cho and Cedric in the hallways and ran to them knowing that the two boys probably wouldn’t follow.
“Hey y/n!” Cedric greeted as he spotted you before Cho did.
“Y/n!” Cho exclaimed, hooking her free arm, the one that wasn’t linked onto Cedric’s, to yours.
“How was class?” Cho asked while you looked behind you, sighing when you didn’t see them lingering behind you.
“As interesting as the history of magic gets,” you rolled your eyes while Cedric laughed.
“It’ll get better, trust me,” Cedric assured while Cho shook her head.
“Don’t listen to him, he said the same thing about potions,” Cho objected while you groaned in response.
Well to be honest it wasn’t that bad anymore. With Theo’s help your grades were getting better and you no longer dreaded the class. At least not as much as before, plus the study dates were also fun.
“You coming to the party tonight?” Cedric asked while Cho pulled your intertwined arms up to smack her head.
“Shoot! That’s what I forgot to ask you last night,” she exclaimed before looking over at you with pleading eyes, one that you were all too familiar with regarding this subject.
“No…” you answered quietly but it seemed like that was the wrong answer when Cho abruptly stopped the three of you from walking.
“Please, it’s a Friday night. What else are you going to do in our dorm alone?” She let go of Cedric’s arm and turned to you, grabbing your arm with both of her hands.
“I want to work on my dress,” you answered while Cho groaned and pretended to cry while Cedric laughed at his girlfriend.
“Please please please please please,” Cho chanted while you tried shaking her grasp away.
“Okay okay!” You exclaimed as she cheered.
“We need to go get ready!” Cho squealed as she let go of your hand and took your hand instead.
“Wait,” she stopped the two of you from running off before running back to kiss Cedric goodbye on the cheek.
“Let’s go look even hotter!”
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You wanted to vomit, you really did. You had arrived with Cho but you felt bad for making her babysit you all night therefore you encouraged her to go find Cedric. But obviously that was a big mistake now that you found yourself alone and wanting to leave, if you could even find the door at this point. It felt like the whole school was here.
“Oh look who decided to show up!” Lorenzo yelled as soon as he saw you. And wherever Lorenzo was, you knew Mattheo was near.
“Nott’s not here yet,” Mattheo raised both of his eyebrows as he eyed your dress choice of the night. You had gone with a black lace dress and Mattheo had to murmur an apology to Theo before complimenting your outfit.
“I’m not here for Theo,” you tried to convince them even though you had hoped to have already seen him around.
“Yeah sure, keep telling yourself that,” Lorenzo snickered as he passed you a drink.
You weren’t a big drinker, mostly because of the fact that you were a lightweight. You took a sip and automatically your face scrunched up as you felt the bitter burn in your throat.
“You came here alone?” Mattheo frowned, “We could’ve went and got you.”
You waved them off, “I arrived with Cho don’t worry I’m okay.”
“Well what are you doing standing around for? Let’s go dance!” Lorenzo exclaimed as he pulled you onto the dance with Mattheo following behind.
“I can’t dance!” You exclaimed, not wanting to embarrass yourself with your lousy dance moves.
“It’s easy, just move to the beat!” Lorenzo shrugged like it was that easy.
You took a few more sips of your drink, hoping that it would suppress some nerves. After all, it is easier to do “embarrassing” things when you don’t realize you’re doing them.
“See, natural dancer,” Mattheo praised as he threw an arm around you and Lorenzo.
Suddenly Lorenzo tensed up causing you and Mattheo to look over.
“What’s wrong?” You asked following his gaze across the room. Lorenzo tried to stop you from turning around, but it was too late.
If it was possible, Mattheo would’ve tried to catch and save your falling, shattering heart.
Mattheo cursed under his breath as you tried to push the lump that was forming down your throat.
You didn’t think much of anything when you hung out with Theo. You enjoyed his presence, but maybe it never occurred to you that you were not the only one who had it.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the stabbing feeling in your chest, but you felt like the longer you watched Theo kiss the pretty blonde girl the stronger your stomach churned.
You had no right to be so upset. The two of you were just friends.
You were happy for your friend. She looked really pretty from where you stood. Long wavy blonde hair contrasting your dark straight black strands. She was thin and tall, like the model bodies you drew in your sketchbook for your designs.
You were happy for him, happy that he had someone who seemed nice and pretty. But maybe you were overthinking it. Maybe she means nothing to him. But that would mean you didn’t mean enough for him to not kiss a stranger.
“Something’s stuck in my throat,” you bitterly chuckled as you turned away from them and chugged your drink.
Lorenzo looked at you and felt his own heart break at your dejected expression. Your face resembled the image of a small child in time out.
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Mattheo sighed and patted your back and you feigned a shocked expression.
“Huh? What do you mean?” You played dumb as if you never saw them. But the boys knew better when they saw your eyes starting to tear up. Eyes don't lie.
You started to dance again, grabbing Lorenzo’s cup and chugged. Maybe being lightweight wasn’t a bad thing. You couldn’t even feel the hole in your chest as you danced with tears rolling down your face. When the disco lights hit your face, your face shined and glistened with tears. Maybe you looked gorgeous, like an angel with your glowy face. But maybe you looked like a miserable mess, perhaps the reason he wasn’t here with you right now.
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kinktober: day one — free use
husband!sebastian sallow x reader
warnings: idk man it’s free use it’s a kink what do you want from me, SMUT, oral (m!receiving), dubcon
Your beautiful husband, Sebastian, looked disastrous. His hair was fluffed up, falling across his face in messy locks. Violet under eye bags decorated his eyes, showing just how exhausted he was. His skin, usually glowy, was dull, almost lifeless. In his eyes, there was a glaze, his pupils unfocused and staring off into space. Stress oozed from him like a volcano.
You pushed down your judgment and rushed up to your husband with a smile. “Sebastian! How was your day? I missed y—”
With no words having escaped his mouth, Sebastian crashed in lips on yours with such intensity that your eyes widened in surprise. Linking his fingers into the tendrils on the back of your head, he pulled you impossibly closer to him, your body pressed against his.
Heat was radiating off of him like a fireplace, surrounding you in a thick blanket of tension. You could only just notice the clinking sound of an unbuckling belt, readjusting around your middle. There was no slack in Sebastian’s wrist, meaning you couldn’t flicker your eyes downwards, but you knew exactly what was going to happen.
With his rough fingers still knitted into your hair, he wordlessly pushed you down onto your knees, scraping against the tiles of your kitchen. Glaring upwards, you watched as his pants fell to his side, releasing his hardened cock to the cool air. You knew exactly what he wanted.
“Suck.”
You weren’t given any time to argue. Pushing your head onto his cock, Sebastian hissed at the contact. Your wet mouth felt so good against his burning skin, as you gently licked at the tip of his member. Beads of precum flowed from the slit, like the fountain of youth, basically yearning for you to drink.
With gusto, you attempted to take him all in your mouth, gagging around halfway. Your husband, bless his heart, was well endowed, but that never deterred you from pleasing him in the way you knew he loved. Your tongue curled around his cocked, as you bobbed your head up and down, letting his tip collide with the back of your soaking throat.
Hands behind your back, you itched to cup his balls, adding to his pleasure, but he had yet to ask that of you, and you didn’t want to misstep. Sebastian was stressed — and he called all the shots.
Head thrown back in pleasure, Sebastian’s eyes were screwed in place, lip pulled taught between his teeth. “Hmpf—” He moaned, unable to string together a coherent sentence in his state. His grip on your head became tighter as his hips thrusted at a stronger pace, speeding up.
Spit was drooling down your chin, eyes glossy with tears, but you knew he was nearly done, feeling his cock pulse in his mouth. After a couple more rough strokes, and a particularly strong suck, he finished in your mouth, moans spilling from your lips. “Good girl—”
Swallowing it all, you took a deep breath, collapsing to the ground, as Sebastian unthreaded his fingers from your hair. Less stressed, he tucked his softening cock back into your pants, and stepped over your shaking body, heading towards the stove.
“What’s for dinner, hon?”
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Quiet hero ࣪.⋆ ♡
⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Link x Reader
⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ The hero of Hyrule's life took a new path and he was happy as long as it involved you.
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, pure heart clenching fluff, slight angst, hugs, sobbing Link, loving kisses, not proofread
⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ This Link could be any of them so imagine your favourite!
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.832
Purple, white, yellow, blue... those were the colors of the flowers in front of you, some stood tall and pretty while others chose to hide themselves in the shadows of others. Hyrule's fauna never ceased to amaze you, along with the beautiful little fairies or those glowy little bunnies that hopped around happily.
The afternoon sun hit your face as you bent down, taking a flower in your hand and caressing it tenderly. The breeze had turned a little cold but it was still pretty warm there.
You sighed out as your eyes spotted a particular flower just a few steps away from you. That was his flower, you had picked it up for him not so long ago. Smiling softly as you remembered his face when you showed him excitedly the delicate flower.
He was a busy man, after all he was the personal swordsman of the princess so he was always out, fighting and protecting Hyrule. Oh how you wished he had more time to spare with you, he was your friend after all. You both had known each other for so long already, yet you didn't have to be with each other always to feel like the other one hadn't grown tired of you.
He had taught you how to ride a horse, patiently guiding you through it despite your clumsiness. He also cooked for you, and it was a 50/50 situation in reality because you brought him the ingredients almost always.
Snapping out of your daze you looked up as a strange ruffling sound filled your ears. While quietly getting up and inspecting your surroundings, nothing seemed to appear until your eyes fell upon a hand that was sprawled out on the ground.
When you came closer to the strange body, your eyes widened as they came to vision with some blonde locks, ruffled up and messily placed on the boy's face.
"Link! "
Your voice filled his pointy ears as he turned his gaze to you, grunting lowly as he got up from the ground he recently had fallen on. Helping him get up you moved his hand to rest on top of your shoulders, holding his side with your other hand before looking at his face.
"What happened? Are you alright?"
He huffed out, mumbling a quiet "I'm fine" as he leaned into you as he breathed out. You quickly became worried of the state he was in right now, so you chose the best option and took him to your home that luckily wasn't very far away from there.
The way home was pretty silent as you thought it wasn't the best idea to talk to him right now knowing that he would definitely reply with a "Don't worry about it" "I'm fine" or he would just stay silent like he always did with everyone.
Everyone but you, you had listened to him talk with you, explaining to you how to grip your bow or your sword properly or even he told you about some of his recipes. He was mostly known for his quiet demeanor, choosing not to talk as to keep his royal swordsman reputation clean. But not with you.
"I got you"
You whispered out as you opened the door for him, entering with clumsy steps into your living room where you placed him down on the sofa. He relaxed into it and now, when the dim light of your lamp had shined upon his form, you could clearly see his state. And it wasn't good.
He had scratches all over his right forearm, some bruises on his other arm too and he also got a cut on top of his mouth, ending at his chin.
You quickly rumaged through your kitchen, telling him to wait right there as you took some bandages and wipes from a drawer. This wasn't the first time you had seen him like this but this was in fact, the first time you had treatted him inside your home. And you couldn't care less, he was injured and he had let you take care of him, the hero of Hyrule, the one and only had let you clean his wounds as he rested on your sofa.
You sat yourself beside him, carefully inspecting his arm first, pouring some liquid into a wipe and cleaning them before they got infected.
"I know sorry"
You told him as he hissed, biting his lip to surpress any sound that escaped his mouth. By now he had told you almost 15 times that he didn't need help, he was fine, it was just a scratch which you had told him that he was obviosly not.
As a child that had to grow up early, he had to learn how to manage himself in the wild, you didn't put a doubt to that, but the fact that he probably hadn't had any help before (and the one you offered was declined) made your heart shatter.
You just wanted to take care of him, really, like he had taken care of you when you needed it. When you had fallen from your horse he was already beside you, helping you get up as he dusted off your clothes. When you had cut your hand while trying to mimick one his recipes, he had already a bandage out that was firmly placed on your cut. When you had run into a monster while getting back home, his shield was out to protect you behind him.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?"
He shook his head, his eyes wandering down to his arms and muttering a quiet "thanks". It was obvious that he was tired, he had probably walked miles that day and fought countless creatures while doing so.
You stood up and went into your kitchen, making him a warm herbal tea you knew he liked. While waiting for the water to boil you couldn't help but to feel a warmth enveloping your heart at the sight of him resting on your sofa. He had his face pointed up towards the ceiling, his head felt backwards and his hair sprawled messily around your couch. His eyes were closed as he sat there, just breathing, his chest heaved lightly and you could see his obvious exhaustion.
You poured the hot drink into a cup and you walked into the sofa again, shaking his arm lightly for him to meet your eyes again. You handed him the cup and he silently drank, taking a small sip.
And he couldn't thank you enough for everything you were doing for him, hell he wasn't even able to express himself with words with anyone how could he do it with you?
You were the only person he liked to talk and be around with, you were just so... calm? No, that's definitely not the word to describe you. Kind? Yeah you were but... Charming? Obviously, you always knew how to get a smile out of him.
He couldn't describe you, but he could describe how you made him feel.
You always were an escape through the endless hours of fighting and taking care of Hyrule. You brought peace to him, he liked to be just a normal guy, and you treatted him like one.
When he came back home exhausted and you were there, picking some berries or just doing some chore outside, he couldn't help himself but to feel his heart flutter inside. You were just so... beautiful, your smile, your voice, the way your hair moved through the air, your giggles... goddess Hylia.
And the feeling of you taking care of him so gently, the warmth of your hands as they carefully cleaned his wounds, your soothing voice as you talked to him through it all. He felt like he was dreaming.
No one had managed to get that feeling inside of him, no one had treatted his wounds like you, no one had brought him a cup of tea with such a sweet smile like you did.
"So... What happened out there?"
His head snapped in your direction again, holding the cup down in his lap before he spoke with a groggy tone.
"Something just attacked me and I fell down, I can't remember their face. I must have- I must have lost conciousness"
He blurted out the last part, as if he was ashamed of telling you the truth. You put your hand on his shoulder reassuringly as you shifted yourself closer to him.
"I'm so sorry"
You paused a bit before speaking up again, his eyes meeting yours and your gaze fell on his cut. God you had forgotten about it, he opened his mouth again to speak but you cut him off as you grabbed the wipe again.
It was indeed a deep cut, you figured out that it needed some stitches. So you grabbed them and started inspecting the wound again. From your position in the couch it would be a mess if you stitched him up now, and you didn't wanna ruin his precious face. So an idea popped in your mind, but you blushed ferveshly at the thought.
"Do you mind if I...?"
You muttered out shyly, your voice lowering at the end of the sentence as you pointed to his lap. He didn't really know what you meant but he shook his head and when you slowly sat on top of him, his eyes went wide. He hadn't expected such a move from you but he didn't mind, hell, having you so close to him was like a blessing.
His ears were red and he didn't even feel the pain of the stitches. All that was in his mind right now was you, your soft hands touching his face so gently, the smell of your hair, Hylia he could smell all of you right now. But he put those thoughts away, what was happening to him? You were his friend, Should he think like this about a friend?
"Almost done"
The tea was forgotten on top of your small wooden table as you placed the last stitch. His hands were placed near your thighs, not daring to touch them like the gentleman he was.
Your face was red too, his warm breath fanning your neck as you sat on top of the hero of Hyrule. How many girls would kill to be in your place?? You weren't stupid, you knew that many young ladies sent him love letters or they fantasied about him. And it kind of... hurt? Would he end up falling in love with one of them? Well you didn't think so but then, there was Zelda. Were they in a relationship? Link never really told you anything about her, just that she was the Princess and he was his personal guard. But you saw the way she looked at him, how she cared about him. Would he leave you for her?
You shoved away those thoughts, leave you? You were his friend, not his lover. Hylia you were going insane, you couldn't keep your mind away from him and having him bellow you right now didn't really help. He moved, shifting himself upwards as to get a more comfortable position. For how long have you been sitting on top of him after you had already done what you needed to do?
"Oh, sorry I-"
You tried to get up from your position, but two hands kept you from doing so, firmly placed near your knees. Your hands fell into his shoulders for support as you stared confusedly into his hands before looking at his face again.
"Stay"
His words made you freeze on your spot, he was telling you to... stay? Your mouth hung open slightly, not knowing what to say or what to ask.
"Please"
It was the first time you had heard his voice in such an emotional tone. But you did as you were told imediately, your eyes were on each other, your hands around the other, his breath tickling softly your face.
It was the first time you had experienced this kind of closeness with him, he was always reserved with everyone. A taciturn man who only seemed to care about his chores, but yet he was begging you to stay here with him, to have you close to him.
His eyes began tearing up and before a tear could escape his gorgerous blue eyes, he looked down to his lap, silently wishing that you hadn't noticed.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
He didn't dare to look into your eyes, feeling ashamed of crying in front of you. He was supposed to stay strong like he was taught to, but instead he busted into tears right in front of you.
What kind of hero busted into tears so easily?
Your hand cupped his chin, making him face you as you stared down at him with a reassuring smile before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You had hugged him before, but why did this time felt different?
"It's okay, cry yourself out if you need to"
Your whispered words only made it worse for him, hiding his face on your neck as he sobbed into it. He held you so tightly like he was afraid you were going to vanish in front of him. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried himself out into someone and he didn't even know why he was crying.
It was all just a mess of emotions bottled up inside of him that happened to leak out with you.
He didn't know if it was your hand that was softly playing with his hair, drawing soothing circles, or how pretty you looked under the moonlight. But he wanted needed to feel you closer to him.
"I won't go anywhere, I'm here with you"
His face was staring at yours now, puffy eyes and red cheeks. Your hand slowly became in touch with his face, wiping out his tear stained cheek. You were so gentle and caring with him it hurt, he didn't really know how to react, no one had seen him cry like this.
You both didn't know when or how but your faces inched closer to each other, finally closing the gap you both had restrained yourselves to close.
Your heart drummed hardly inside of your chest as you pressed yourself closer to him, getting lost on the feeling of his lips enveloping yours. It felt so good all the feelings you had to hide finally setting free, his lips were a bit dry but you couldn't care less when you could soak them up yourself.
His hands rested on your waist as he held you tightly, pulling out to breathe before diving right back into the kiss, smiling when he heard your muffled surprised gasp. He needed to feel your lips again, Hylia, he had wanted to do this for so long, to finally feel your soft lips on his own ones. He never wanted to let go of you.
When he pulled off, his eyes teared up again, his emotions no longer able to control themselves as he stared at you with such a loving gaze.
"Why are you crying now?"
You asked as you giggled softly, your own eyes tearing up before he laughed too, mumbling an "I don't know". He hugged you tightly again, pressing his chest into yours to feel your racing heartbeat.
He had loved you for so long now, he just didn't know how to express those feelings to you or even understand them himself. But if he had to choose anyone to experience this new feeling with, it had to be you. And this just felt so right, he felt a tingling sensation inside of his guts only by the thought of you, a warmth inside his heart.
No one could make his heart beat as quick as you did, no one could bring a smile to his face whenever you made a pun or ruffled his hair. You were just so precious in his eyes, he could be a normal boy with you without thinking of his chores or his liabilities.
And those eyes, those beatiful eyes of yours that stared such sweetly at him, he might have melted on spot whenever you looked at him. The way you moved with such an energy. Your enthusiasm to learn new things with him even after failing. He admired you.
That night was filled with love and tears, the moonlight casting over your bodies and the tea long forgotten beside both of you. You both felt asleep into each others arms and rhythmic breaths. He couldn't wait to discover this new romantic path as long as it was with you.
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Promptober: Day Four
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
688 words.
Steve thought the idea of a bonfire with the kids was a recipe for disaster. You thought it was cute. So that’s why Steve was following Eddie around the Wheeler’s backyard, picking up fallen branches and twigs, an almost scowl on his face.
“You’re fuckin’ whipped, Harrington,” Eddie snickered, arms full of wood for the fire. He had a leaf in his hair, a smug grin on his lips.
Steve scowled, kicking at dead leaves to unearth the sticks he was searching for, glaring at the other boy as he laughed. But he didn’t argue, he didn’t deny it. Because Jesus Christ, he was.
“You try sayin’ no when she looks at you like that,” he grumbled, cheeks flushed at his admittance but Eddie just nudged his shoulder into Steve’s, a silent agreement.
“Whatever you say, lover boy. D’you think we’ve got enough?”
It was only supposed to be a small fire, made safely in the old metal trash can that Mike had dragged out from the side of his garage, but Dustin started throwing in dried out leaves and grass, Eddie found some gasoline hidden behind old bikes and toolboxes, and well-
“Jesus Christ, they’re gonna burn their eyebrows off,” Steve moaned, eyes rolling as he pulled Will back by the scruff of his neck, El by her wrist. “Mayfield! Your scarf!”
Sure enough, the fringed edge of Max’s woollen scarf was smoking, orange embers caught in the material. The girl only shrugged, flapping the length of it in the air, a little too wildly, grinning when it smacked Lucas in the face.
“Why did I agree to this?“ Steve whispered to himself.
Arms came at him from behind, wrapping themselves around his waist, over the bundle of his winter coat, gloved hands linking at his stomach.
“Because you love me,” you quipped lightly, voice muffled from where it was pressed into his hood.
Steve broke your hold, turning around to return it, catching you around your neck as he pulled you to him. He laughed, a huff of warm breath that turned to mist in the air, pushing his cold nose to the side of your cheek.
“Can’t really argue with that, can I?”
You hummed back, delighted with his admission, arms wrapping back around his waist. The air was filling with more smoke, the smell of burning wood, wet grass and sugar as Nancy passed out comically oversized marshmallows on skewers.
“It’s nice,” you told him, chin lifted up to press into his chest so you could look at him. Steve was all hard shadows and soft glowy skin when the firelight caught him, the rest of your friends silhouettes by the fire, a mess of flushed cheeks and sticky sugar on their hands and lips. “They’re having fun.”
Steve grumbled but it was softer than before, tinged with affection now that you were in his arms. “S’pose so,” he agreed, “as long as none of the little gremlins set themselves on fire.”
“There’s still time for that,” you grinned and Steve didn’t bother with a reply, just smiled at your smile and leaned down into you, pressing a kiss to your lips that was warm and soft.
He didn’t break it like he’d planned to, not when you curled your hands into the lapels of his coat, tugging him down into you a little further. He obeyed, giving you what you wanted, just like he always did, and when Dustin and Erica started to fake gag into the fire, Steve simply spun you both away from your audience, lifting a middle finger in a salute.
“You’re supposed to be supervising us, you animals,” Eddie jeered, throwing more sticks into the fire, his hands way too close to the flames.
And with Steve distracted, each kid decided to toast their marshmallows into oblivion, Steve only pulling away from you when the smell of burnt sugar filled the air and he turned just in time to watch Max chase Mike with a flaming stick, chocolate on their cheeks, the rest of their friends cheering.
Steve looked like he was experiencing heart issues. “Oh for fuck sake-”
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Almost: Levi Ackerman x Reader
Modern AU Levi Ackerman x Reader fanfic I've been dying to write! Levi is my latest hyper fixation so this was bound to happen. There will be other AOT characters in the mix, but remember this is a modern AU!
Chapter 4 - Tequila
Chapter Summary: Levi has to tend to some work things, which leads you to turn to your second favorite drink to coffee: tequila.
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☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ LEVI ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕
Fucking Erwin. He never bothers me, but when my dick is hard and I'm making out with a beautiful woman, he decided to call.
"What." I say through my teeth, turning towards the wall.
"Why are you so grumpy?" Erwin asked with a slight giggle.
"It's Saturday, my day off, and you're calling me."
"You never care if you have to take work calls on weekends. Unless -"
"If you finish that sentence I will punch you right into next week."
"Jesus, Levi." I could tell Erwin was shaking his head on the other side of the phone. "We need you to come to the office. One of the stakeholders has dropped out of the latest project and the team is in shambles."
I sucked my teeth, leaning my head back. "I'll be there soon."
The last thing I wanted to do was leave you because 1. I enjoy spending my time with you. 2. My dick is hard as fuck and now I'm gonna have to jerk off later tonight to relieve myself.
When I turn around, you're already up and grabbing my coat for me. Your eyes have a slight sheen to them, almost like you're about to cry.
"I had fun." Your smile is kind, which makes leaving that much harder.
"I'm sorry." I grab my coat from your hands, a sigh leaving my lips.
"We'll talk soon."
☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ BRATTY BARISTA ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕
"We'll talk soon." Levi kissed your forehead, leaving your apartment.
What the fuck does that mean? Levi is so elusive, you think you know what he's thinking when in reality you have no idea. You couldn't believe he just... left. You knew it was work related, but still.
But what the hell do you know about being a CEO.
You slid your phone out of your back pocket and typed in Nina's name.
You: Let's go out tonight.
Nina: You've never asked for a girls night out... what's up?
You: Can't I be spontaneous?
Nina: Nope.
You: Well I wanna go out tonight. Are you in or no?
Nina: Duh. I'll be at your place at 8.
Did you want to go out because you wanted to be 'spontaneous' or did you want to go out to get your mind off Levi?
The latter. Obviously.
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Staring at yourself in the full length mirror, you glide your hands over your curves that Levi was touching before. You swear you could still feel his firey touch.
You turned your body to the side, nodding in approval of how your ass looked in your dress. Your heels twist as you take one last look in the mirror before hearing knocking at your door.
Your dress is a black, high neck, ripped dress with a slit to show off your thigh. You paired it with black strappy heels and small gold hoops. Your makeup is different from the usual - still glowy but more dramatic and your hair was in loose waves.
Truth be told, you didn’t want to let yourself fall to fast for Levi. You had 2 dates with him - that didn’t mean he was yours. Not that you even knew what you were, the dating climate is so fucked up that it seems like everyone just wants to hook up but never have a mental and emotional connection.
You’ve hooked up with plenty of guys before, but they’ve never made you cum. How sad is that? With the amount of dicks that have been inside you, not one actually pleasured you.
“Knock knock!” Nina interrupted your thoughts. “Can you let me in?”
The sound of your heels against the hardwood floor echoed. “Sorry!” You open the door with a smile. Nina greets you with a hug and a bottle of tequila.
“I brought your favorite so we can pregame! The club won’t be actually fun until like 11.”
“Give me that.” You swipe the bottle, unscrewing the cap and pouring a shot in your mouth.
“Damn, bad date?”
“Not bad, but he left when we were getting hot and heavy.”
“Um what?” Nina’s eyes were in disbelief.
“Yeah. Let’s not talk about it.” Your mind wanders to your phone. You put it on do not disturb and haven’t checked it since you asked Nina if she wanted to go out.
Nina could talk for hours. She told you about her latest flings, some work gossip, and how she thinks she’s now lactose intolerant.
4 shots later, you and Nina were buzzed. Nina called the Uber, and you both were off.
The club was about a 15 minute drive away. It’s a newer club that everyone was at every weekend.
You felt your phone buzz in your purse, but did nothing. The Uber pulled up to the club around 10:30. You could faintly hear the music from the building, bodies flooding into the doors.
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“Tequila pineapple, please.” You ask the bartender, handing him a $10.
“There’s so many cute guys here!” Nina wiggled her hips to the music, sipping her drink.
Nina is right, there are a lot of cute guys here.
None of them come close to Levi Ackerman.
But that man is not yours.
Bzzzzzz.
You ignore your phone again, swaying to the beat. You feel a body crash into yours, slightly spilling your drink.
“I am so sorry.” A taller man said, grabbing napkins from the bar behind him. “I should look where I’m going.”
The man had light brown hair that matched his eyes. His body towered over yours as he handed you napkins. “My name is Jean.”
You tell Jean your name, shaking his hand softly. “It’s okay, no big deal.” You sipped your drink, feeling your anxiety fade away. “You owe me another drink though.”
“Honestly, I wanted to get you one anyways. You look gorgeous.”
A blush graced your cheeks as you walked to the bar, ordering another tequila pineapple.
Bzzzz.
Bzzzz.
Bzzzz.
Nina found you and brought 3 new friends: Eren, Armin, and Mikasa. Eren had longish hair with green eyes, Armin sported blonde locks with stunning blue eyes, and Mikasa was one of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever seen. Dark and sharp features. You might also be scared of her.
“You found Jean!” Eren laughed, punching his shoulder lightly. “We’ve been looking for you!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Jean placed his hand on your waist swaying slowly to the beat of the music.
Bzzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzzz.
“Ugh, one second.” You pulled away from Jean, taking your phone out of your purse.
Levi: 10 unread texts
Levi: 11 missed calls
As you were putting your phone in your purse, a call popped up.
Levi is calling…📞
“Hello?” You covered one of your ears, trying to hear him over the music.
“Where the fuck are you?” Levi’s tone was filled with anger. “I’ve been calling you for hours.”
“I’m out. Is that okay?” The sarcasm jumped from your tongue.
“Where.”
“Where what?”
“Where are you?”
“Ummmm. The club is called Vibe. I’m not sure where though.”
“Why haven’t you been -“
“Gotta go!” You pressed the big red button, throwing your phone in your purse.
Jean dances with you for a few more songs, asking about your life as much as he could since it’s so loud in the club.
Then you feel a familiar hand on your waist, forcefully pulling you into him.
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The Southern Air Temple
I'm trying to use a read more link to shorten this post a bit, let's see if this works.
So pretty
So I somehow made it to episode three without realising that the old guy is called Iroh. My limited knowledge of this show tells me that he's a main character and I somehow missed that he existed for two episodes. Good job me.
Zuko honey you need to learn to lie. You're supposed to be one of the bad guys - that involves lying!
This Jao guy has been onscreen for like 40 seconds and already I want to punch his face.
Appa has wiggly legs when he flies. That is so cute.
The southern air temple is very blue for an orange-coded nation.
I get the impression that Jao likes the sound of his own voice. Do you think he invited Zuko and Iroh in for a drink just so he could monologue?
Nevermind he was stalling for time.
I like the plinky atmospheric music that plays at the air temple.
"What's wrong?" says the Katara, the girl who's already had two whole monologues to Aang about how changed the temple might be. What do you think is wrong Katara?
Sokka is a good friend.
Katara, on the other hand, is so efficient that she manages to both coddle Aang and assault Sokka in a single move. Also I guess waterbenders are snow benders too. Makes sense. Presumably that means they can bend water in any state? So mist, steam, snow, ice, water, fog?
Appas!!! Baby Appas!!!
Aang's face looks weird here.
The sound effects! They got me. Also the guy on the end has the weirdest skunk beard.
The Giatso guy seems like such a well-rounded person. I want to sit down with him and chat.
Yeah, good point. Aang did survive a century. And good on Katara for acknowledging that.
Airbenders invented pipe organs in this world. I bet they had bagpipes too.
Having a threshold that hoots when you cross it is a nifty security feature.
Is that avatar a waterbender? Can you tell? They look like a water tribe person to me, but is there anything like Aang's tattoos in waterbender culture that Katara saw on the statue?
Poor Sokka, the only normal person on a trip full of inexplicable glowiness and missing meats.
"You're making a sound!" I'm calling it now, Katara is no good in a crisis. Also good on me for noticing the hooting threshold. I thought that was just worldbuilding, but turns out it's plot relevant.
Benny Hill chase, lemur edition. Also that's twice Sokka's fallen on his chin this episode.
This Jao guy does asshole so well. Also how is he getting away with talking to two princes like this? These two must be seriously unpopular in whatever court the fire nation has.
So it is a burn scar. And I think losing a duel is why he's exiled?
Time to glow! Honestly, an under-reaction.
That's a lot of avatars. If avatars live normal human lifespans then I feel like this world has been around a lot longer than ours. There are 45 in this picture and that's not counting the ones on the spiral on the floor, and who knows how high this chamber goes. 45 x 80 = 3600 years in one picture.
Sokka gets ragdolled for the third time this episode.
Some not so subtle exposition from Katara. His avatar spirit makes him glow. Last episode it was the desperation of losing the fight with Zuko, this time it's grief. Maybe some anger too? So strong emotion triggers it.
Pretty.
The end credits music plays here, or at least something like it. I'm guessing it's the music associated with firebending?
How have none of these guys singed off their hair yet? Or their clothes? And how many times did they reuse that shot of Zuko getting pushed back?
Fire breakdancing!
Did they reuse the kicking shot too?
What are the win conditions for this duel? Both Zuko and Jao end up on the ground at some point, but Zuko wins? Also does this mean that Jao is now banished from the fire nation? Actually is this taking place in the fire nation? They control the port but is this conquered land?
Serious strength from Iroh. He just pushes Jao back like he's standing on ice. Such a casual flick of the wrist and he goes flying. How?
Raw lines from Iroh here. Serious dad points for the "I told you jinseng is my favourite" joke. In my experience blatant misdirection is about the only way to get teenage boys to accept parental affection.
I'm guessing there was a timeskip between this episode and the last one? Because I don't believe that Katara's speech would have talked Aang out of being glowy if they hadn't had more time than we've seen on screen to bond. A week or two in Appa's saddle maybe?
The lemur speaks English! And somewhere on this temple is a still-functioning orchard/garden.
"we're all that's left of this place" how can he be so happy/calm when he says that? That takes a crazy level of zen.
The whole ending sequence where they're flying away from the beautifully purple-tinted clouds and no words are spoken is so well done. Leaves you with such a contemplative feeling. Also clever. It's Aang and the lemur's home, so it's Aang and the lemur that look back as they leave.
Credits inform me that I have been mispelling Zhao and Gyatso and also that's Jason Isaacs! He is indeed very good at assholes, so excellent casting choice.
Final thoughts
Aang dealt with that whole episode a lot better than I would have. Either going glowy is cathartic and burns through angst or he has superhuman levels of zen, because I can't imagine anyone being still functional after finding out what he did. I'm assuming for Aang the time in the ice felt like a few days at best, so he saw Gyatso alive maybe two or three weeks ago? And now here's his century old skeleton? Also where are the rest of the skeletons? Did the fire nation send cleanup crews? That's a morbid thought.
Having Aang find Gyatso's skeleton specifically? This show doesn't pull punches. Which would have had more impact: Aang finding a room full of unidentifiable airbender skeletons, or Aang finding Gyatso's skeleton specifically?
Zuko is an underdog in his own nation, with only Iroh on his side. Even his crew ratted him out. I have a nasty feeling that Zhao's comments on Zuko's relationship with his father were spot on - why would Zuko have reacted so strongly otherwise? Either Zuko is an unwanted spare, or Zuko is the oldest in line to the throne and his father prefers the younger sibling and is trying to get Zuko killed by sending him on a wild goose chase. Which has turned out to not be so wild after all. Maybe Iroh is with him because they're both the unwanted younger spares? Iroh being the firelord's younger brother, and Zuko being the crown prince's/princess's younger brother?
This was pretty much the first demonstration of firebending's capabilities, and I have to wonder how the war is still going on? How has the fire nation not won yet? These guys have an army of walking flamethrowers that presumably never run out of fuel. Get them to advance in formation while maintaining a rolling wall of flames and they could be unstoppable.
I really liked the music in this episode. The plinky theme of the air temple contrasted with the more aggressive fire bending chanting. And the colours! How the air nation is blue and purple and the fire nation is all reds and oranges. The clouds were particularly enchanting this episode. I know nothing about animation, so I'm just guessing here, but were some of those clouds actual real clouds that got inserted or animated over or however that works?
Something that I'm noticing with this show after only three episodes is how quickly they can establish depth and interest in a character. Gyatso is on screen for maybe a minute in a flashback but I feel like I know him intimately, I know exactly the kind of person he was, and I understand some of why Aang is the person he is too. Zhao hadn't even finished his introductory scene before I wanted to wack him on the head with a shovel. Crazy efficient storytelling.
Everyone was on brand this episode: Katara the bleeding heart, Aang the optimist, Sokka the teenage boy with a practical bent (did they end up restocking on food beyond what the lemur brought?) and Zuko the anger management poster boy. I feel like this was the first time we got a good look at Iroh. He seems an old hand at Zuko wrangling.
The two storylines weren't connected this time like in the last two episodes. A bit jarring, but ok.
Are we getting a new team member? Is the lemur a permanent addition? I hope so.
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need to live tweet my playing of totk but don't wanna be annoying on my irl so i'll just do it here. this is the first bit:
BEWARE: TOTK SPOILERS BELOW
"i know i'll be ok with you link" okay they are IN LOVE
WHERE IS LINK IN THE CUTSCENE. THEY HAVE TO SHOW HIM IN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS OR I WILL FRET
ZONAI????!!?!!?!??!?!?! (Listen i forgot the gameplay trailer)
me walking at a respectable pace as to not leave zelda's side
BABE THERE'S TOO MUCH MALICE HERE WHY ARE WE STILL GOING
just talked to zelda and she was like "i'm so excited!!!!" GIRL DO YOU NOT HAVE AN OUNCE OF SELF-PRESERVATION
swinging the sword swinging the sword
WAIT WHY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS WHYYYYYYY DO I HAVE 30 HEARTS
THEY JUST ADDED AN INSTRUMENT OR TWO OH FRICK AND IT'S GETTING LOUDER oh i already love the sound engineering
GLOWY SPIRAL????
DON'T PICK UP THE TEAR BABY oh frick oh frick
OH THAT'S WHY I HAD 30. FOR THE DRAMA
CAN'T LOOK AT MY TYPING I'M WATCHING THE CHTSCENE
OH FRICK IT JUST SHATTERED OH FRICK
gamer lean on x games mode rn
mans said screw it i'm out. fly you fools
BRO I WAS TYPING THE ABOVE WHEN HE LUNGED AND I GOT SO NERVOUS THAT I'D HAVE TO FIGHT FJSKDKJSJDAHHDLADG THE JOYCONS ARE FLOPPING AROUNS ON MY ARMS
THAT TEAR BETTER PROTECT HER I HOPE THAT'S WHAT THAT GLOWY YELLOW WAS
BRO WHAT. THE BLUE GLOWING IS GOOD. this is so anakin skywalker of him btw
baby don't you worry i'm gonna make link level up so fast so he can come and get you
oop naked link again AND HIS SHORTS ARE SHORTER????
nice mani link
A MAN'S VOICE???????? WHO IS IT WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW THEIR NAMES
okay so The Voice just gives him an arm. okay
the malice or whatever stopping just at the triforce is Symbolic, i think
is it really a master sword or is it a master Dagger
i rly be taking screenshots of everything like i'm a tourist
okay green hand thing go off!!! oop give it a high five and it turns blue and goes behind you as a save point
*taking notes* okay cogs are cogging.......gears are gearing..........
now why the frick did it have me dive like that. what was The Reason
i Forgor that link can tread water indefinitely. swimming king
not me searching every nook and cranny like there's gonna be secrets in this Cave
PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARCHAIC PANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wait i put them on and now he looks like a gladiator.......cardboard skirt & Jesus sandals........ok shirtless king
oop just noticed his hair animations & the layers are CRAZY but it lookin good
wait so they was underground......and now in the sky...................i have Theories
they said aerial view shot once again but i mean AERIAL
ope no climbing, you're already too high in the sky
the lighting looks SO GOOD!
it's so silent up here i love it.
the MUSIC AHHHH
WAIT EVERYTHING'S AN ISLAND???? OH WE WAY THE FRICK UP IN THE SKY LINK. HOW CAN YOU BREATHE THAT THIN AIR
this game is making me fall In Love. with Silence
TREE BRANCH YES THE WORLD IS HEALING
apples. i could Cry
is that a broom?????
wait so the soldiers are bad and the stewards are good. it's just like real life!
why do i have the feeling that this is a /different/ princess zelda that left this to him.......oh nvm it's just the purah pad. what happened to the sheikah slate???
is link gonna look at pics on it and get emo
wait so. garden of time (ok Christianity reference). so zelda has lived through some trash already and is like poor link in the past. let's give him this
aw it's lonely :(
YES WE'RE GETTING ZELDA RIGHT AWAY I COULD CRY
ooh the purah pad looks slick (i'm so sorry but why does that sound like a tampon brand LIKEEEEE)
high five!!! oh wait high fives have OTHER FUNCTIONS???!?!
now why did the bridge have to do all that fancy stuff. (ik it's for stability or whatever don't @ me engineers)l
just smashed some pots. link's Primeval Urge
ok so linear path for Diving. got it.
that's a hot-footed frog.......................i could cry. i AM crying
picked up a rock. now i just have to see some Chickens
there are Grates in the ground and you can peek below. idk why i like that so much.
i am hunting these ostriches like i might die
THAT GUY SNUCK UP ON ME SO SILENTLY. I DECIDED I HATE FLOATING MACHINE ENEMIES (don't worry i was fine)
why did i try to light a frog on fire
#totk spoilers#okay that's it i have to go to work now but enjoy.#i do this bc i don't have a reaction yt channel but IF I DID#also i had to edit this ob my computer bc i accidentally added a poll and idk how to get rid of it#totk#tears of the kingdom#loz#playthrough
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Hi guys,
It's been a hot minute since I talked about Makeup Revolution here. Recently I popped into Superdrug and I think I found a new fav product. Today we are chatting about the XX Revolution Skin Blur Soft Focus Skin Tint Soft Beige, £10.00.
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Best translucent setting powder
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Crucible - Ch 19
Pairing: Link x Reader
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: Why must the Champion be so infuriating? Not that you care. You're just trying to keep him alive, a task he insists on making exceedingly difficult.
AO3
The Sheikah made good on their promises to poke and prod you, and you made good on your promise to allow them to do so.
You endured it, and you weren’t pleased by the discomfort and pain it brought, but at least the scientists were quick, and it was easier to bear with Link nearby. He was also poked and prodded, not having much of a choice while he was in the infirmary, and the Sheikah were accommodating enough to bring their instruments all the way from the labs. They were most likely glad to do so, knowing you would be more cooperative in Link’s presence.
The Champion couldn’t be confined to a bed for long. Within two days he was up and about, and worse, insisting this would be a good time to train you in combat.
You considered arguing just on principle, but when you thought about it, you concluded that this was in alignment with your goal of keeping Link’s head attached to his shoulders. You couldn’t very well defend him if you didn’t know how to defend yourself.
Plus, there had been no news from the Sheikah regarding your tests. It was better to keep yourself occupied than allow your nervousness to consume you.
So that’s how you found yourself on the training grounds, facing off against Link for the third day in a row, a wooden sword in your hands and his. You were sore and bruised already in several places, while the only marks he had were from his battle with the skeletal undead.
He knocked the training sword from your hands for the dozenth time that day, and you let it lie in the dirt.
Link dropped from his ready stance, glancing from you to the fallen sword.
“It’s all right,” he said, as if that could make it so. “It takes time and experience before you’ll see marked improvement.”
“What would you know of such things?” you snapped, your irritation getting the better of you. “You were chosen to wield a legendary sword.”
You looked away as soon as you said the words, regret warming your cheeks, but the Champion’s tone was much kinder than you deserved.
“I was,” he admitted, drawing closer. “And once the sword chose me, I had to learn how to master it. I may have been born to wield it, but that didn’t mean I knew how to use it. That took training, and a lot of time.”
Link picked up the discarded wooden sword, holding it by the blade just above the hilt, then he opened his hand and it balanced perfectly across his palm.
“Whatever our talents or destiny, it takes effort and wisdom to improve ourselves. Those things aren’t given to us, no matter how much we wish them to.”
He tossed the sword up and snatched it from the air, and then he held it out to you, hilt first. You eyed the sword before taking it from him, eyeing him just as dubiously.
“In other words, I’m not allowed to give up?”
His expression brightened, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Nope.”
“Great.” You gripped the hilt and held up the sword into a ready position. “I suppose if I can’t best a knight who was battered into a coma just a few days ago, then I still need improvement.”
Link also moved into a battle stance, his smile curving into a mischievous tilt.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be besting me soon enough.”
Despite the teasing, a small kernel of warmth formed in your chest. You didn’t know if his words would come to pass since you’d neglected to master swords, axes, or pikes, but his confidence in you was… appreciated.
Before you could launch yourself at him for what was probably another failed attempt, you came up short. A soft sound filled the air, a low rumble until it rose into a crescendo of cacophony of flapping wings and crying birds.
Above you the sun darkened as hundreds of birds filled the skies, all different shapes and sizes. Sparrows and larks and crows, all of the flocking together towards the same direction.
No, not towards. Away. They were all fleeing the dark horizon to the north. The Great Hyrule Forest.
The Champion’s brows were furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line, though when you met his gaze, he attempted to lessen the severity of his expression.
“I think that’s enough lessons for today. Why don’t you wash up and meet me in the dining hall for dinner?”
Your eyes narrowed. For the Champion of Hyrule, he was a terrible liar.
“All right,” you answered with a lie that was more convincing. You both put your training weapons away, and when Link disappeared from sight within the halls of the castle, you followed after him, keeping to the shadows and treading on the balls of your feet to mask your footsteps.
It didn’t matter; you lost him sight of him too soon and he seemed to just vanish. Huffing out a frustrated breath, you returned to your room and washed your face and the back of your neck, not having accumulated enough grime for a bath.
Hoofbeats drew your attention, belonging to one horse and moving at a gallop. You raced to the window and leaned over the sill just in time to catch sight of a black-and-white beast disappearing around the curve of the road from the stables.
“Idiot,” you hissed between your teeth, grabbing your pack from beside the bed and running out the door. You didn’t head to the stables or the east gate, but instead ran to the lower levels of the castle as far as they would go, down to the caverns that held the docks.
You knew exactly where Link was headed, and in order to catch up, you’d need to take a shortcut. Hopefully, your study of the local maps would come in handy.
You found an empty rowboat and threw your packet inside, the small vessel jostled from the movement and causing the inky black waters to ripple, reflecting the torchlight.
You were in the process of untying the line when someone shouted, “Hey!”
Bracing for a fight, you were instead confronted with a guard glancing between you and the boat with a worried expression, and he tipped his helmet nervously at you before stating, “My lady, you can’t go out on your own.”
You floundered for a moment, and then fixed him with a smile, hoping it didn’t come off as a grimace.
“Then perhaps you could be my escort.”
“Uh…”
“What is your name, sir knight?”
“Ewan,” he said, rubbing the back of his head with an unsteady smile.
“Ewan,” you repeated, your smile still holding. “I would feel safer with a member of the guard by my side. Would you accompany me?”
Against all proper expectations, the guard answered, “I… yes, of course, my lady.”
You made room for him in the boat, which could barely hold two people, and then he cast off the line and grabbed the oars. You watched his every moment, reflecting on how easy it had been to command him. Perhaps the princess had told her men to obey your wishes, though you were certain she wouldn’t be happy with this particular demand.
He guided the boat out of the cavern dock and out into the moat. The sun was setting behind the ridgeline surrounding the back of the castle, and you had to fight to not snap at him to hurry up. You were much more likely to lose Link after night fell, and you didn’t want to be caught out in the dark. Not after the last time you’d been outside the castle walls.
The oars dipped into the water and pushed the craft along, the small waves of the lake licking at its sides.
“Where would you like to go, my lady?” he asked, his smile nearly shy.
You pretended to think for a moment, casting your eyes out along the moat until the settled on the distant bridge.
“Over there, I think.”
“Helmhead Bridge?”
“Yes, that’s it,” you added with a bright smile. “It looks like it would have a nice view of the area.”
In fact, it would, but that’s not why you wished to go there. The guard, unaware of your true intentions, rowed the boat across the moat to the northeast. Green scales flickered under the water, following the wake of the passing boat, and curious eyes stared up at you from underneath the water. If the situation wasn’t so urgent, you might actually enjoy being out here, but there wasn’t time to enjoy the peaceful scenery. Not when the Champion was, in all likelihood, running headlong into danger.
Shadows passed over you as the guard Ewan rowed under the stone bridge, once a solid piece of architecture, it had partially crumbled, and its stones lined with moss and lichen.
The guard indicated the bridge with one armored gauntlet, his expression pleased as he prepared to show you the sights. It was almost a shame you wouldn’t be there to see them.
“Helmhead Bridge was named after a monstrous creature that—my lady!”
The guard cried out as you vaulted over the side of the rowboat, plunging into the cold water. You sank under the surface, forcing your limbs to push you forward until you broke through to gasp at the air, and then you continued to the shore only a few feet away.
“My lady, come back!”
There was a splash behind you, but you were too far ahead and without the burden of plated armor you easily reached the shore. You pulled yourself onto land, your soaked pack heavy in one hand, but you waited until the guard bobbed to the surface and grabbed onto the boat with desperate flailing.
“Don’t fret, Guard Ewan!” you called to him. “I’ll return to the castle soon!”
I hope.
With a backwards glance to be sure the knight hadn’t drowned himself, you ran up the road, not stopping until you reached the settlement of Rauru. The homes there were new, built within the last years since the Calamity, and with the sun setting most of the people were heading indoors and most ignored you, only a few glances shot your way at your drenched, breathless state.
You paused only long enough to get your bearings and to empty your boots of water before continuing northeast, cutting through the forest until you found the road heading proper north.
On horseback, Link would have to go south in order to circumvent the moat, and then take the long way around to head north along the road. You’d cut that journey by at least three-quarters, and even on foot you should be ahead of him.
Your hope faded as the sun set, still no sign of him or his horse. You continued north, walking in the forest alongside the road rather than on it, and you were forced to switch to the other side of the road to avoid the old training camp. It had been restored, and even though most knights-in-training were gathered around bonfires and eating supper, you had to be careful not to be caught.
Unfortunately, this put you in the woods between the road and the mountains, and you didn’t have many places to run if you were trapped. You weren’t sure who or what would want to harm you, but you couldn’t get the thought of those skeletal monster out of your head, especially as the sun was setting.
A horse nickered from somewhere up ahead and you picked up your pace, trying to keep quiet, but the weight in your chest lightened at the noise. You’d found him.
Or… you thought you’d found him. That was definitely his horse you spotted through the trees, a black steed with a white mane, but her rider was nowhere in sight.
You frowned as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving a blue twilight in its wake. The horse was nearly invisible in the dim surroundings, only the swish of her white tail giving an indication of where she stood, grazing on the grass next to the road.
You moved at a crouch, the silent woods forcing you to cover your footsteps as much as you could, but there was still no sign of the Champion. Surely, he wouldn’t have continued on foot and left his horse—
A rough hand grabbed your arm and yanked you backwards, spun you around, and shoved you against a tree trunk.
The air was knocked from your lungs, you couldn’t cry out, and your arm was twisted up behind your back, a warm weight keeping you pinned to the tree as something sharp and pointed pressed under your chin.
There was a soft, surprised noise, and then the cold pressure of a blade was removed from your neck. The grip on your wrist, however, was still firm as your assailant once again spun you around and pushed you flat against the tree.
Link stared down at you, his fingers holding your wrist at your side, and even in the darkness his surprise was visible.
“Blue?”
You tried to free your arm, but his hold was like iron.
“Let me go!”
His surprise folded into the beginning of anger.
“No. Not until you tell me what you’re doing here.”
“Following you, obviously,” you responded, lips pulled back into a grimace.
“Why?”
His questions were irritating, his nearness even more so. Half his body was pressed against yours, and you could feel each breath he took , and even through the layers of tunics and underclothing, he was warm. Very warm.
“Because you’re traipsing off into danger again, that’s why.”
Instead of further angering him, the crease between his brows deepened as he slightly tilted his head.
“You thought… I left you behind and wouldn’t be returning to the castle.”
You huffed out a frustrated breath. Wasn’t he paying attention? You weren’t worried he’d abandoned you; you were worried that he… that he would…
Turning your head aside, you stared off into the darkness, trying not to fidget from his weight against yours, or how pleasant it felt, heightened by your cold, wet clothing.
And of course, he chose that moment to notice that fact.
“Why are you drenched?”
“Took a shortcut.”
He huffed, a sound that was more amused than irritated, and blessedly he let you go. You rubbed your wrist, not because he’d hurt you, which he hadn’t, but because you wanted that lingering warmth off your skin. Even through his gloves you’d felt it.
“Through the moat?”
You nodded, shoulders hunched as a chill crept through the forest. It was going to be a miserable night in wet clothes, so you were surprised when Link walked ahead of you and said over his shoulder:
“Come on. I’ll light a fire, and we can get you dry before continuing.”
You perked up, quickly following after him.
“You’re not going to take me back to the castle?”
“I should,” he admitted in a low voice, “but unless I lock you in the dungeon, there wouldn’t be much point. Even then, you could probably find your way out.”
He eventually slowed his pace and paused once he’d realized you’d stopped following. He looked over his shoulder and then fully turned to face you, his smile fading as he examined your face, or what little he could in the dim light.
“You wouldn’t…” Your voice was brittle, the exact opposite of the hard accusation you’d wanted to voice. “You wouldn’t… really lock me away, would you?”
“No,” he answered immediately, approaching you with his hands slightly held before him. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”
You didn’t meet his eye.
“Never mind.” You walked forward again, brushing past him. “It’s not important.”
A hand on arm halted your steps, and you were too weak, too pitiful to shake it off.
“If it troubles you,” he softly said, “then it’s important.”
You balled your fists but didn’t move, a war waging inside you to remain quiet and keep your own affairs to yourself.
But that hand didn’t move either, and the battle within you was lost.
“The first time you saw me,” you began, halting and quiet, “I was… stealing. It hadn’t been the first time either. There was a reason the guard recognized me when we arrived at the Akkala Citadel. I’m very well-acquainted with their dungeons.”
There were several heartbeats of silence before Link finally said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Well, now you do.”
You shook off his hand, and he didn’t reach for you again.
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Come Hold Me as l Sleep
Relationships: 10th Doctor x reader
Summary: You seek the Doctor out in the middle of the night and you fall asleep together.
Warnings: none
The TARDIS was quiet.
He'd fixed the ratio foldback yesterday and now that he'd harmonized the shatter threads, his magnificent ship was in tip-top condition. It wasn't every day he could say that. He'd been under the console, fiddling with the wires even after there wasn't anything else he had to fix. He couldn't just go read a book or anything like that, his hands needed something to do.
In the soft light of the night cycle, his thoughts kept wandering, which was why he tried to distract himself with organizing his vast toolbox next. It was easier said than done, but considering he'd last attemped it literal ages ago, that wasn't really surprising. After that he began replacing the fiber links, just for the hell of it, and his thoughts wondered to his favourite places in the universe. They quickly led to him making plans where he wanted to take you next. Which planets he wanted you to visit, which delicacies he wanted you to try, which nebula's light he wanted to see reflected off your smile.
Aaand he was right back where he'd started, with that bothersome, wonderful warmth in his chest that bloomed whenever he thought of you. He couldn't help himself now, the TARDIS was quiet, the lights were soft and he was alone, so he let the feeling spread until there was nothing in him but his love for you.
He sighed. It was alright now, he could have this moment to himself.
~
Walking, TARDIS corridor. Warm.
Want to find him. Need to find him.
Find him.
~
The Doctor hadn't heard your soft steps out in the hall, but he heard you enter the console room. He was confused, it was the middle of the night and you should have been asleep. But when he looked up at you from the ground, all breath left him.
You were in your wrinkled pajamas and your hands held the hem of your shirt. Your hair was tousled, a bit messy and he had never wanted to play with it more. (His great big Time Lord brain immediately went on a tangent about running his fingers through it, but he stopped himself.) Your cheeks were flushed from the warmth of your bed and he wanted to press kisses against them. Your eyes were half lidded and hazy, your look dazed. You swayed a little as you came in and he knew you were barely awake enough to walk.
But oh, you looked at him as if the mere sight of him brought you complete content. You smiled that smile, the soft one, the one that was his. He was breathless with how lovely you were.
He didn't care that he didn't know what was happening, why you were there. You just walked closer, a bit unsteady, and he moved too. He had to be closer to you, that was a fact. As he stepped nearer, the soft warmth in the sight of you spread through him like heady liquor, until he was almost drunk from it. You wanted to see him at this time of night, you trusted him to see you like this.
You didn't stop, you just came near enough and wrapped your arms around him, then sighed in content as you settled against him. He happily pulled you closer, his eyes falling shut as you melded into him completely. There you stood, wrapped up in each other.
Then, "Y/n?" he whispered against your shoulder, but what he was asking he didn't know.
"Missed you," was all you mumbled and the glowy warmth in him multiplied by thousands.
For a minute or an eternity, you two stood there as one.
Then, "C'm hold me 's l sleep?" you murmured and the request made his hearts melt.
"Of course," he answered softly. There had never been any chance of refusal.
~
You were a bit wobbly, so he put his arm around you as you walked. You leaned against him and he thought his hearts would escape his chest.
What had he done that he'd gotten so lucky?
~
Your bed was soft and warm as you laid your head on his chest and he pulled you even closer, every inch of you touching.
He was holding you. He was holding you because you wanted him to hold you. Somehow he just couldn't wrap his head around this, that you wanted him to be there.
His hand rubbed small circles on your back as he nuzzled his cheek into your hair and closed his eyes. The scent of you, the weight of you on him, the way you hummed softly before sleep took you were everything he'd ever wanted.
He smiled to himself in the dark.
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continuation of the skin care routine where y/n and peter wear masks in a sunday
Of course! This is so cute, Peter is my skincare king. I hope you like it, I honestly have had so much fun with this, love you xx
Selfcare
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
A/N: I’m treating this like a sister fic not a sequeal because both fics can be read as stand alones, but here is a link to my original skincare fic, Skin, as well as my headcannon about Peter’s skincare routine
Summary: Peter and reader have a nice relaxing day in, taking care of themselves and each other
Prompts
Masterlist
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“I don’t know which I want to do…” Peter pursed his lips as he looked over the array of masks spread over their bathroom counter, “Which are you gonna use?”
“I’m trying my new one,” she held the bottle up to his face, “Tatcha Violet-C, everyone I’ve seen use it gets so glowy and smooth. You wanna try?”
“Sure,” he took the bottle, glancing over it before popping the lid off, “I like the color.”
She nodded, “It’s pretty. Want me to put it on for you?”
“Yes please,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I’ll do yours first though.”
She sat herself on the counter with a smile, “Make sure you use the spatula.”
“I know, I know,” he plucked the spatula up from the bowl and stepped between her legs.
“Well last time you didn’t,” she reminded, “Do you want me to get you a headband too?”
“That’s okay,” he smiled as she used a small fuzzy headband to push her hair out of the way, “You look very cute though,” he nuzzled his nose against hers before swiping the mask across her cheeks.
“Aw,” she cooed, making a kissy face in response, “So it says we only have to leave it on for 20 minutes but I already know I won’t want to stop the movie and take it off.”
“I don’t think it’ll matter if we leave it on longer,” he knit his brow, concentrating intensely on making sure the mask was spread evenly across her face, “Didn’t you get a boob mask too?”
“Yeah but it’s a sheet mask so don’t get your hopes up,” she laughed.
“I can still help you put it on,” he winked, “What’s it even supposed to do?”
“I think it just makes them softer, I don’t know really, I just thought they were cute. Next time I’m gonna get the butt ones, then we can try it together.”
He laughed, “I am not putting a butt mask on.”
“Ah come on Peter. Don’t you want a perky ass?”
“My ass is plenty perky,” he bit back, “I just think it’d be uncomfortable, I don’t wanna walk around with some wet mask stuck to my ass.”
“Ew, you’re making it sound gross.”
“That’s on the mask not me,” he leaned in to kiss her, being extra careful not to smudge her mask, “You’re all done angel.”
“Thanks handsome,” she took the spatula now, opting to plop a bit of the mask in her hands, “Now come here.”
He leaned towards her again, staying as still as he could while she wiped the mask down his nose and over his cheeks, “Smells good.”
She giggled, “Glad you like it P. This color looks good on you.”
“You think so?”
She nodded, “Yeah, it looks really, really good.”
“Thanks angel, it looks good on you too,” he set his hands on her thighs, smiling as she wrapped her legs around his waist, “You’re like a cute little grape.”
“A grape?”
He nodded, “Grapes are purple.”
“Yeah but this isn’t purple, it’s lavender, what kind of grapes are you eating?”
“I couldn’t think of any other purple things,” he watched as she flicked the sink on and scrubbed the excess mask off her hands, “You look like the cutest little lavender grape in the world.”
“Thanks,” she rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Movie time?”
He nodded, taking a hold of her waist and lifting her off the counter with ease, “Movie time.”
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Peter glanced down at (y/n) as the movie came to end, “You wanna go wash the masks off now?”
She nodded, standing and stretching out her arms with a yawn, “Yeah, then we should take a bath.”
“Fine by me,” he stood as well, following her back to the bathroom.
She flicked the water and bent over the sink, splashing a handful of water over her face to start melting away the mask. Peter smiled over her, wrapping an arm around her waist before he set his head on her shoulder, only to have a bit of water flicked into his face.
“Hey!” he stepped back with a frown.
She laughed and flicked some more at him, “I’m trying to wash my face man.”
“Well let me help,” he splashed some water at her with a smirk.
“Peter!” she tried to sound accusatory but her giggle gave her away.
“I’m helping,” he reiterated, flicking more water towards her while she tried to cover her face.
“Stop it!” she attempted to splash some water at him while keeping her own face covered, “Get away from me!”
“No way,” he managed to get a hold of her waist despite her best efforts to wiggle away from him. He pulled her against him and pressed her to the counter, trapping her there while he scooped up a handful of water and dumped it over her head.
“Peter!” she squealed, grabbing his hands to stop him from repeating the action, “You’re such a jerk! And you’re making a mess!”
“I’m making a mess? You started it!” he laughed as he captured her lips with his own, “I’m Spiderman sweetheart, you should have known this fight was out of your league.”
She stuck her tongue out as she wiped the water away from her eyes, “Yeah well you just wait Spiderman, I’ll get my revenge.”
“Oh really?”
She nodded and turned back to the sink, washing any remnants of the mask off her face, “Yeah, you better watch your back Parker.”
“I’m shaking,” he waited for her to stand back up before peppering kisses over her cheeks and nose.
She giggled, “Peter that tickles.”
“Sorry,” he settled at her lips, “Forgive me? I really don’t need any more supervillains running around the city.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, tapping her chin and pretending to debate her answer, “Fine, but you have to make dinner tonight.”
“Fair,” he commented with another kiss, “Dinner comes after the cookies though.”
“Well of course, this is a day of selfcare after all,” her arms settled around his neck again, “Now clean yourself up so we can make those cookies.”
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Pink Camellia
A/N: I love plants and i love learning the meanings of them. I will have to put a disclaimer here, some of these may have multiple meanings depending on where the information is taken from. I went back to the Victorian Era meanings. This is part 1 of 7 of my Love Blossom Series where each member gets to have their own story amongst flowers. I wanted to call this a drabble as i wrote it quickly but i realised 2k is not a drabble but oh well. Hope it's an enjoyable read!
Copyrights @joyfulhopelox do NOT repost or reblog. Gif cr
Pairing: Namjoon x reader (non-idol!au, florist!Namjoon, cafe owner!reader)
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none it's pure rotten fluff
Word count: 2k
You loved late spring. The cool soft air of spring morphing into the warm glowy summer atmosphere was the perfect time of the year in your opinion. Not only did the milder warmer weather make everything seem so joyful and light-hearted, but the sunny brighter environment caressed your skin as you walked. The cafe was not too far from your house but to get there you had to go through a park. The smell of the freshly bloomed flowers and the sound of children cheerfully playing put a spring in your step as you walked towards your work.
The park through it’s different seasons had its perks. In the summer it was the grounds for family picnics; in spring it was full of couples old and new enjoying their time together. When it got chillier, you could see the odd runner through the brightly coloured leaves and in the winter, the unhindered vastness of the park covered in a blanket of snow. But of course you much more preferred the warmth of late spring, early summer.
You’ve known Namjoon for a while, his flower shop opened just down the road from yours a couple of years back. When you entered his shop for the first time, the array of flowers were arranged in such a beautiful way that it took your breath away. The smells encompassed you, and transported you to a secret garden so that you completely forgot that it was just a shop.
“Hello”
So enraptured you were with your surroundings you completely missed the appearance of a man behind the counter. He stood in front of a now open door that signed ‘Staff only’. So he worked there, you concluded. You smiled at him warmly. “Hello, this shop is lovely. I have never seen such a variety of flowers in one place”
The man’s smile widened. “Thank you for the kind words. I have tried my best to build an understanding of the flowers I am bringing into my shop. I was planning to have one for every occasion, and yet…” he motioned around you “this happened” rubbing the back of his neck you could see the tip of his ears reddening. He was cute when he rambled.
“All the better, they all look lovely displayed in such a way. And the more the merrier” you laughed softly. “So you are the owner” you mused after a couple of seconds of silence.
“Yes, i’m Namjoon...i mean, yes i am the owner” the redness was creeping along his neck now and you could not find it more adorable.
Even if this was just your first meeting you could tell by his warm eyes and soft smile that revealed dimples that he was kind and humble.
“Nice to meet you Namjoon, i’m Y/N” you both shared a smile.
From then on you had been enraptured.
You had not planned to go into his shop every morning before work and pick up flowers to spruce up your cafe. But after one week of doing it, simply out of sheer pleasure of being in between the greens and the smells of the shop, it became habit. But most importantly you found yourself excited in anticipation of conversing with the owner as well. So one week turned into two, three. Until one day Namjoon suggested that instead of you making a trek to his shop, he would deliver flowers to you in the morning before you’d open the cafe. When you argued that it would be too much of a hassle for him he dismissed it, letting you know that he was starting to do deliveries anyways and so it would be no problem for him.
What he failed to mention was that his shop was not open as early as you normally came in to buy flowers. The first day you met was a mistake. A lucky one in his opinion; but a mistake nonetheless. They’d just opened the shop, totally forgoing to put the ‘Closed’ sign on the door. When he saw you in your awed state wandering around the shop, he did not have the heart to tell you they were not going to open until later on that day. You looked almost ethereal, the happy smile on your face giving you a soft glow that the flowers around you only enhanced. You bought a bouquet of sunflowers that day. Loyalty, he noted wondering if that was your favourite flower or if you just bought it on a whim. He made a mental note to himself to ask you next time, wishing there would be a next time.
And there was, there would be next times everyday for weeks. You made it a habit to walk into his shop every morning after that, buy flowers and have a nice chat with the cute owner. Whom, you’d found out was incredibly clumsy. He apologised profusely after dropping a vase full of flowers at your feet, he offered to pay for the dry cleaning of your coat when he tripped out of nowhere and spilled some plant food on you. One day he even managed to get soil into your shoes. You had to give it to him, you had never met anyone so clumsy and destructive in your life. It was impressive. And most importantly, it was cute. The way he reddened from the tips of his ears downwards whilst stumbling over his own words, made your own heart beat as fast as the words that were coming out of his mouth.
When he was not making a mess out of himself of the breakable objects in his shop, you had nice chats about random things. From books- he liked to read you noted, poems- he wrote some, he told you, weather- his favourite season was spring, travels-he seems to have been everywhere; to trivial things such as the food you had that day or the customers that you would get. Little by little you got to know each other. And little by little Namjoon had started to fall in love with you.
Unbeknownst to him, the feelings were reciprocated. Once he had started making deliveries to your cafe every morning, you looked forward to waking up in the morning and starting your day. Being greeted by his warm smile which accentuated his dimples was the highlight of your morning. The first week he had asked you which flowers you wanted delivered.
“I don’t know” you responded thoughtfully. In reality you had no idea about flowers, you loved them, but you did not know anything else apart from what was visible. “Surprise me Flower Boy” you grinned at him.
Once you had given him the go ahead, the types of flowers that he could deliver for you was all Namjoon could think about. All those meanings were swimming around in his head, carnations for love? No, that would be too straight forward. Lilac? Too dark. Sunflowers again, adoration? Maybe too cheesy. He settled in the end for daisies. Simple and innocent.
“Oh they are beautiful” you gushed as soon as you spotted him carrying the bunches into your cafe. Rushing to help him you misstepped and stumbled into him. For someone who was on a daily basis as clumsy as he was, he did a very good job at not falling over with you on top of him. And he congratulated himself for that, he deserved a medal. Your form leaning into him and the warmth of your hand on his bicep was enough to make the blood rush to his cheeks and his heart to pound.
“Oh, i’m really sorry” with a choked voice, he assured you it was no problem.
“I have done enough damage to you in the past few weeks” he grinned. “I’ll take it as a payback” you laughed at that and grabbed some bunches from his arms.
“They are so lovely, thank you” instructing him to put them over near the window, you went behind the counter to start on a drink for him. “Is a latte ok?” you asked over your shoulder. Too lost in his thoughts whilst observing your form he did not answer the first time. Asking again, you glanced briefly at him, noticing the slight dazed look he was offering you.
“Namjoon” you softly called, the intimate tone of your voice finally waking him up from his reverie.
“Ah, yes it is ok” he would not admit that at that moment, seeing you making his drink and the way you softly called his name - it felt like home.
After that moment, he started bringing in Camellias. And only camellias. Pink. The colour of them combined with the neutrals of your shop made everything brighter and lighter. Even in the winter he brought you camellias. At first you did not think much of it. They were lovely and you had an elated reaction to them. So you assumed that he’d thought they were the flowers that you preferred. But when you started noticing certain changes in his behaviour, certain looks, certain smiles. Sometimes he’d space out whilst staring at you doing mundane tasks in your shop. Something was nagging you. Was there a deeper meaning behind the camellias?
You tried asking him, but he gave nothing away. He flustered, knocked over a chair and exited out of your cafe quickly whilst apologising for having to leave so early. And so you let it drop. But the next time he came in, it felt like the air around the two of you had changed. As if there was a secret that was hanging in between the two of you. Something that buzzed around the two of you. Every interaction after that left you breathless.
So you did what any other human being would do when they need answers. You researched on the internet. Pink Camellias. You clicked on the first link, your eyes skimming over the words. Longing for you.
The next day you woke up extra early, determined to make it to Namjoon’s flower shop before he had a chance to come to yours. You had a flower order to request from him. On the way there the smell and sights of late spring put an extra skip in your step. Or maybe it was the thought of the cute Flower Boy you were going to meet? Biting your lip softly you started at the glass door of the flower shop. This time the sign said ‘Closed’ but you knew Namjoon would be in pitter pattering.
Opening the door, you stepped in. “We’re clo- Y/N!” Namjoon emerged through the same door signed ‘Staff Only’. “I’m not late to deliver the flowers, am i?” panicking he glanced at the clock.
You shook your head, it was now or never.
“I thought I would come in early to make a slight change in the delivery” you glanced at him trying to gage his reaction. Confusion painted across his face. Then entering his customer service mode he stepped away from the counter and started looking around.
“Of course, what would you like? We have a new batch of sunflowers in? You ordered those last time so maybe those? Or some flowers that are better in late spring? How about lilacs?” rambling he made his way round the multitude of flower arrangements.
Grabbing his hand to stop him, you sighed. It was now or never.
Stepping closer and closer to him, where you could observe his eyes, you smiled softly. Standing on your tiptoes you reached to place a warm kiss on his cheek.
“I was thinking something more like...roses?”
The silence that followed and his astounded face made you question yourself. Had you misread the situation? Soon though warm arms enveloped you tightly, hugging you to his chest. The rhythm of his heart, the slight pressure of his lips at the top of your crown and the whisper in your hair told you he’d gotten it.
“Love”
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ethereal | l.ty
pairing; demon!taeyong x reader
requested; yes! this was requested agessss ago haha,,, i hope you like it!!
summary; you’re not sure when your nighttime hallucinations started, but if they always appear in the form of lee taeyong, you’re not going to complain
genre/warnings; smut (fem receiving oral, sex, sex with a hallucination (?bro i literally don’t even know what to class this as?), overstim if you squint, kinda creepy maybe?), might class this as a kinda halloween esqe fic? sexy ethereal demon taeyong i guess
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when you wake in the middle of the night, hot air clinging to your body with a vice like grip, the only thing you feel is frustration. the window is still open from hours earlier when your ceiling fan proved futile as an attempt to combat the heat, a flimsy breeze floating through the room every now and then. a light layer of sweat shines off your skin and you feel weighed down with the grogginess of sleep and the jarring suddenness you had been pulled from your slumber.
in the corner of your room, safe from your vision due to the shadows, is a person. he stands straight backed against the edge of your wardrobe, wide eyes watching you intently as you pull the thin covers off your body, swinging your legs over the side of your bed to stand up. it’s been a while since he’s encountered a human as captivating as you, and the way the moonlight glistens off your skin pulls him in.
you rub your eyes with your hands and stretch your arms behind you as you realise sleep will not do you the favour of coming easy tonight. the cream silk of a nightdress hangs off your body and appears as if it’s floating in the dim light of the early morning. lee taeyong notices this and wishes for nothing more than to have the privilege to rid you of the item of clothing.
he should be used to this, the hunt before the reward, the chase that he always wins, but there’s something different about you. something that makes him want to take his time. you stand out in his mind against all the other humans he’s conquered, like a golden ticket inside his mind’s eye.
in this hour of the night, you are nothing short of the goddess he can only dream of. captivating, enamouring.
he wants you. and he will get you.
the third night you spend sleepless is when you start to loose it. the heat still wisps around you uncontrollably, impossible to catch relief from beside standing in the open door of your freezer. it follows you around and you start to question how you’re going to last the rest of summer if the heat doesn’t calm down.
it has you feeling on edge, useless. needy.
despite your efforts to ignore it, you can’t help but feel hot in a completely different way. the past few nights have been sleepless yes, but they haven’t been void of dreams that haunt you in the day. dreams where ethereal beings come and grant you your deepest wishes, your darkest desires. among all of them, there’s a reoccuring face that strikes so deep within you you almost feel empty at the thought he’s not real.
you’re not sure how you know his name, but lee taeyong is never far from the forefront of your mind.
a week passes of little sleep and even less freedom from your incessant lust-filled daydreams. you’re at the end of you tether and you’re convinced you’re hallucinating when the object of your grief stands before you.
the hour is just as late as when he first laid eyes on you, the night equally as static and humid. you want to scream, this strange man stood before your bed in the middle of the night, a predatory look upon his face, but you can’t seem to find a voice.
the white of his shirt shines like pearls against his skin, he is shimmering even without any light in the room. his hair is similar, a deep brown that still manages to appear illuminescent. his sharp features are paired with big eyes that stare down at you on your bed, frozen and unable to do anything other than stare up at him.
you can’t remember how long he’d been there. how did he get inside? why do you feel like he’s been there the entire time? the feel of the surroundings haven’t changed since he’s appeared and you come to the conclusion that he’s been there the entire time, invisible to the untrained eye and yet holding enough power to completely overtake a room. there’s the faintest quirk of a smile on his face as he peers down at you, like you’re a prized possession he can’t quite believe is real and right in front of him.
it’s off-putting, the way he stares at you with such needing intent and yet stands so unmovingly. he’s like a statue, you realise, a perfect replica of the most beautiful things the earth has to offer all in one place, one being. involuntarily, you feel a hand reach up to him, carefully, as if he’s a appartion from your imagination that will drift back into nothingness if you move too suddenly.
when his hand reaches down to meet yours, his skin is impossibly smooth, cool and yet soft. it feels like marble under the pads of your fingers as you drag one along the pad of his middle finger and into the palm of his hand, tracing the bluish veins that sit just under the surface of his wrist. there’s diamonds in his eyes as he stares at you, linking your fingers together and pulling the back of your hand up to his lips. unlike his hands, they are warm and your hand burns from the contact.
“angel, you’re so perfect.” the words are nothing more than a mere whisper on the wind that is now flowing through your bedroom, the temperature has dropped from impossibly hot to the perfect tepid warmth that sits against your skin nicely. his eyes trace your own, taking in the colour of your irises and the shine of them under him.
“who are you?” the voice doesn’t sound like your own but you fail to care, focus unable to stray from the stranger’s perfect face, your insides swirling when he quirks one side of his mouth up in a gentle smile.
“you already know, my dear.” there’s a wistful lilt to his voice and you jump slightly when the pad of his thumb brushes against the swell of your lower lip, eyes watching his movement carefully. you had never felt so safe and yet so on edge before.
“why are you here?”
“you ask too many questions.” it was less of a statement and more of a command to stop. it works immediately and you find your lips glued shut, unable to resist completely submitting yourself to this being before you. “there we go, isn’t that better?” he pokes with an easy smile at the silence that now settles between you. something about the praise is detrimental to your insides and a shiver of anticipation jolts through you.
for a moment, neither of you moves, there’s nothing but the perfect stillness of the night and the glowy cast that surrounds him to distract you. and then he starts leaning down closer to you, setting your hands that remain intertwined beside you on the bed and forcing you to move backwards until your feet leave the floor. slowly, like a lion approaching its prey, he crawls forward until your back is flush against the mattress and he is hovering on his free hand above you.
again, there is a second of painful silence where the world stops around you. in this moment, there is only you and this being who you somehow know as taeyong and the air between you, so full of expectation and the buzz of what’s to come.
and then he’s leaning down, slotting himself in the space where your legs naturally separate for him and pressing a first, soft, kiss to your lips. this is the moment where taeyong realises you are different from every other human he’s touched like this. your lips hold a warmth others can only imagine to possess, an addicting trace that leaves him breathless and suddenly uncertain of himself.
once his lips are separated from yours, you lean up to attach them once again. it fills you with such a new sense of want you can barely control your hands when they reach up to fist the fabric of his shirt, finding it almost impossibly soft against your skin, slipping through your fingers like sand.
when you touch him, taeyong mimics your action and lets himself lean into you so he can use his hands to toy with the thin straps of your nightdress. they skim around your neck and trail delicate twirls down your collarbones that have you shivering at the coldness. his hands continue on their pursuit downwards until they reach your breasts, kneading the soft flesh through the fabric. he swallows your moans when he rolls one of your nipples between his fingers, the other hand pulling the strap down to reveal more of your skin.
as soon as your skin is bared in front of him, he tears his lips away from yours and drags them down your neck to your breast. his fingers continue their assault of your other nipple when he takes one into his mouth, sucking slightly and loving the way you arch up into him. the feeling is overwhelming, the coldness of his hands compared to the heat from his mouth. it has you weak and helpless in his grip.
when he satisfied with the purple bruises adorning one breast, he lets your nipple go with a pop and moves to treat the other the same way, gentle but firm hands and the teasing graze of his teeth on your most sensitive areas.
you don’t notice his hand slipping between you until his hand toys with the waistband of you panties and you almost moan from that alone. it’s nearly too much for you as taeyong finally delves his fingers under the last layer of fabric separating you, every nerve in your body tuned into him and nothing else, your skin in flames and you mind wandering the plane between conscious and more than that. you are so hyper aware to the feeling of him on top of you, every place your bodies touch is engrained in your memory, a channel of the feelings you share.
he indulges you with an experimental swipe over you clit before choosing to rub painfully slow circles around the spot you want him most. you could cry with need, your emotions so uncontrollable due to your desire. it’s as if taeyong can tell you can’t take it as he moves exactly when you’re about to speak up, thumb setting a calm pace against your clit.
you sigh, body melting against his own as he plays your body like a perfectly tuned harp. his mouth stays latches to the sensitive skin of your breasts and the feelings are too intense. the coil in your stomach is tightening at an ever increasing rate and the moans you let out are sinful.
just as you’re about to tip over the edge into euphoria, taeyong stops the movement of his fingers, head moving away from your skin and leaving you cold and bare. you’re too lost in your craving for him to say anything, but he can feel your frustration in the way you tighten you hands in his shirt. just as he removes his hand from your panties, he scoops some of your wetness up with his fingers and holds it between you before sucking his fingers into your mouth, eyes nearly rolling back at the unbelievable sweetness.
in all his years, taeyong had never found someone so perfect.
instead of upsetting you further, taeyong pulls down your panties and pushed himself down the bed, settling himself happily between the soft skin of your thighs. he grips them in his hands and pulls them to either side of his head, leaving forward to lick up your folds teasingly slowly.
your head falls back at the feeling and you’re already lost to the pleasure. he makes quick work of you, mouth sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue whilst his fingers slip up into you. he strokes at your sweet spot, hitting the spot so relentlessly you can do nothing but lie with your mouth dangling open and breathless pleas leaving you. waves of pleasure rain down on you and this time, taeyong doesn’t stop when he feels you approaching your high, instead opting to quicken the pace of his tongue and curl his fingers inside of you.
you think you scream when you let go, but you can’t really tell beyond the overwhelming feeling of taeyong. everything around you is amplified as he works you through your high, hips stuttering up against him and legs quivering, shutting around his head.f
he give you a moment to recover before he’s crawling back up your body, a sinful smile on his face.
no words are exchanged as he gifts you another kiss, this one so different to the first few. it’s dirty and lewd and you can taste your essence on his tongue. you stay like that for an immeasurable length of time, drowning in the taste of each other. eventually, taeyong pulls away first and you feel a hardness pressing against your thigh. in preparation, he lets his cock glide between you folds to gather your wetness before lining himself up with your entrance. right before he pushes in to you he captures you in another kiss to distract you from the stretch.
it’s painful, but addicting. you wallow in the pits of your lust and realise you’ll probably never feel like this again, never feel such a staggering amount of emotion at once. you feel everything and nothing at all, like you’re in a daze where the only concrete thing to ground you is this man who shimmers into existence at late hours of the night and early hours of the morning. and you love it.
for the first few thrusts, you can tell he’s holding back, trying to give you a second to adjust to the feeling. you wind your fingers into his hair and tug, meeting his eyes and silently telling him to keep going. it’s all he needs before you feel his hips pull back and slam down into you.
your sight blurs as your eyes roll back, legs wrapping around his back and allowing him to reach the most prized areas inside of you. just like everything else about him, it’s perfect, so flawless you feel tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. he carries on for a while with that same rhythm and it doesn’t take you long before you’re hurtling towards another orgasm.
taeyong slows down to let your pleasure simmer down before continuing, chasing his own high as well as pushing you towards your own. his hips fatler from their original cadence into a messy movement that has you meeting his thrusts halfway. you start to clench around him involuntarily and he drops his head to the crook of your neck, tugging your skin between his teeth and sucking harshly to balance his pleasure.
you fall apart at the same time, synchronised heart beats going a mile a minute. the air in the room is charged and you feel electrified, like you’re on fire but also at the bottom of a freezing lake. the feeling of taeyong spilling into you makes you shiver, the warmth shocking your system. he continues pushing into you for a few moments before pulling out, rubbing his hand up your slit to see the way you jolt in overstimulation.
your eyes are still screwed shut and you feel him roll off you onto the bed beside you, the air rushing to your lungs easer without the extra weight. there’s silence for a while before you finally open your eyes with a smile and look over to taeyong.
the sight before you shocks you, makes your blood turn ice cold. taeyong lies facing you with an innocent smile on his face, but where his glittering eyes once looked at you with such adoration, two black pits stare back at you. the room is suddenly freezing and you flinch when his hand comes to rest on your waist.
too scared to move, you only screw your eyes shut and hope the sight disappears. to your relief, when you open then again there is nothing but a dent in mattress left behind and the cold winter wind blowing through your open window.
a/n; i hope you liked this!!! i enjoyed writing it even if it is kinda more filthy than usual,, reposted because of tags
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I am the Alpha Now Part 17
Bakugo X Reader
Words : 2431
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Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically.
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When you woke up you felt like you had a hangover. Your whole body ached, your mouth was dry, your head was pounding, and to top it off you wanted to hurl. Lucky for you, you didn’t really have enough in your stomach to throw up.
So instead you just laid still, curled up on your side, doing your best to pretend the last 48 hours weren’t real. Pretending that you were back in your room at UA and any minute now Katsuki was going to turn over and wrap you in his arms. Maybe he’d scold you for sleeping in. Or maybe he’d be in a good mood and bring you coffee, just the way he knows you like it.
You were ripped away from your little fantasy as the sound of the door slamming. “Wake up brat, it’s time to eat.” Dabi plopped down rather roughly next to you with a bag in hand. “You’re American right? So, I figured this would work.”
You cracked an eye open to see a McDonalds bag and your stomach started to roll just looking at it. “I think I’m going to be sick…”
Dabi scoffed, “What you too good for fast food or something?” He pulled out a box of nuggets and some fries.
Honestly it had been a while since you had the greasy food. Katsuki had made it a habit to cook for you whenever he could. He was a master meal prepper and his cooking was always healthy. Delicious for sure, but he would never give you junk food.
You hummed as you tried to sit up. Clenching your eyes shut the entire time. “I’m pretty sure if I eat anything right now, I’ll just throw it up.”
“And I’m pretty sure you won’t feel any better until you get some food in your stomach. Now stop being such a child and eat.” He pulled out a gallon jug of water, “And drink this. You’re probably a little dehydrated from sweating so much earlier.”
He caught you looking at him like he had two heads and he growled. “Look just because I’m pretty much a villain, and I basically kidnapped you, doesn’t mean I’m completely heartless. And I’m definitely not stupid. If you’re going to be in any kind of fighting condition, we need to at least try to take care of you.”
You glared at him, “Do you usually take care of people by beating the shit out of them?”
He shoved the box of nuggets into your hands, “No, I don’t usually take care of anyone at all. Be happy I’m even trying. Just fucking eat already we have more work to do.”
You froze with a nugget halfway to your mouth. “I-I can’t take anymore today.”
He just rolled his eyes, “God you’re such a weenie. We’re just going over some files. Besides I thought you weren’t scared of me…”
Your eyebrows knitted together, “I’m not scared of you. If I wanted to leave right now I could! The only thing keeping me here is the blackmail…” Your voice got quieter, “And the fact that my body doesn’t seem to want to move…”
You took a small nibble of your chicken nugget and you had to admit it was actually helping a little bit. Dabi gave you a knowing smirk, “Atta girl. Eat up, we have a lot to go over and I don’t like repeating myself.”
He spread a few files open on the table in front of you. You noticed one belonged to you and you really hoped he wouldn’t be going into that one. The rest however seemed to be everything they knew about Shigaraki. On top there where several pictures of people that he had killed. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as your vision blurred and your head swam with those images you would never be able to unsee. How was Dabi so casual about this?
Speaking of Dabi he was currently snapping in your face, “Seriously? Pay attention would ya? …..Fucking zombie”
You tried to return your attention back to what he was saying. Honestly, a lot of it you already knew from what you learned about him at UA. The league of villains was a hot topic. The league had a weird obsession with the students that attended there so naturally UA made sure to prepare them for worst case scenario.
You weren’t going to tell Dabi that though. Firstly, because he doesn’t need to know how much you already knew about him, and secondly… the longer he talks about this shit, the longer you don’t have to “train” with him.
Dabi had been absolutely brutal. He had broken your bones, burned you, stabbed you, and at one point you were sure he gave you a concussion. The worst part was you couldn’t even defend yourself. You were expected to sit there and voluntarily let him hurt you over and over again. It was no wonder why you felt like shit now.
You continued to nibble on your nuggets as Dabi drowned on, pointing to words on a page that you couldn’t even focus on. You hugged your knees to your chest, and for the hundredth time since you left UA, you felt empty. There was this constant nagging feeling at the back of your mind. No doubt it was Katsuki or Mercy doing everything in their power to open up the bond on their end. It was starting to give you a headache.
You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. Dabi without missing a beat continued talking while pushing the water jug towards you.
When you didn’t drink anything, he rolled his eyes, “You have a headache because you’re dehydrated. Fucking drink some water.”
A deep growl rolled through your chest, “No… I have a headache because in the last 48 hours a certain someone has bashed my skull in… Twice!” You winced as a sharp but brief pain ripped through your head.
To your disgust Dabi just chuckled at your pain. “You’ll heal. Besides it’s probably just a migraine. Don’t be dramatic.” He stood up and dimmed the lights. “There, now quit your bitchin, drink your water, and fucking pay attention would ya?”
*****************BAKUGO’S POV*****************************
He was never known to be a patient man. So, it was no surprise that he had been pacing for the past twenty minutes, waiting for Hawks. There was no reason he should have beaten Hawks here… the fucker had wings!
He was running an angry hand through his hair when he felt a light breeze followed by the thud of feet hitting the ground.
“About fucking time! What? Did you stop to get your nails done on the way here? I told you I’m in a hurry!” Bakugo’s eyes narrowed as Hawks took his time approaching him.
“Calm down dude. I told you I was in the middle of hero business. I even did an extra sweep on the way here looking for her. If you could just pull the stick out of your ass for two sec-“
Bakugo grabbed Hawks by his stupid jacket. For as tightly as he was gripping him, his voice somehow remained calm “That stick up my ass, is the fact that my girlfriend is missing. I’m sorry if that doesn’t seem to be a priority for you, but I refuse to give up until I find her. Now… are you going to listen to what I have to say, or am I just wasting my time?”
Hawks eyes went from surprised, to angry, to soft in the matter of seconds. But that’s what he does best right? Bakugo’s heard stories about how sneaky and manipulative Hawks can be. “Look I get it, you’re worried. I can’t even pretend to understand how deep this goes. Aizawa told me about your little link to her or whatever… sounds intense.”
Bakugo’s dropped his hands back to his sides and grunted, “It is. And it’s also none of your business So, are you going to help or what?”
Hawks put his hand on Bakugo’s shoulder and tried to give it a reassuring squeeze. “I promise you. I’ll do everything I can to bring her home safe.”
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“You want me to what?”
You were currently wrapped in a blanket looking at Dabi as if he had lost his mind. Which in your defense he probably had.
“Exactly what I said. I want you to try and heal yourself as you’re getting hurt. Do your freaky little eye glowy thing you do when you heal yourself before I actually hurt you. See if it helps counteract it.” He was reaching a hand out to you now, and you noticed they were starting to smoke a little.
You jumped away from him, “Please don’t. I thought you said we were done with that for today?” You frantically looked around for a place you could hide from him. You could lock yourself in the bathroom. But then he’d probably just kick the door down… or melt the handle.
Your gaze snapped back to his, he looked like he was having fun. “Besides it’s hard to stop my shift once I start to go into Alpha mode.”
Dabi smirked at you, “Okay well as much as I’m dying to see what that looks like. Can you just…not? I mean you said you heal faster as a human right?”
You shook your head, “I mean, technically I do. But I think that’s just because my human body is easier to hurt. My wolf form is more… I don’t know. Durable, I guess. Katsuki collapsed a whole ass mountain on me once during training. Sure, it hurt like a bitch, but I survived.”
Dabi nodded as he uncharacteristically took interest in what you were saying. “Ok so your wolf form can take more damage, but you heal faster human… And this has nothing to do with your “Alpha mode” or whatever?”
You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You look like you have an idea… and usually your ideas hurt.”
“Relax weenie. I’m just trying to think this through. I’m trying to find out if there is a way to combine your wolf strength, with your human healing. Can you go into Alpha mode without shifting?”
You scoffed, “Where you not just listening. Going into Alpha mode is what triggers my shift. I can do it for small bursts of time as long as I reign it back in fast enough. But no longer than a minute.”
He threw his hands in the air in exasperation, “You say that as if it’s a well known fact. I fucking met you like two days ago. I don’t even know what the difference between Alpha mode and the rest of you even is.”
You pulled the blanket tighter around you, “If it’s not something that I do through the pack bond then I need to use Alpha mode. So shifting. Alpha commands. My senses are already naturally heightened but they’re even more so in Alpha Mode. Then there’s the speed, strength, and like I said the durability. And yes, technically healing is a part of that, but that’s something that over time just became a subconscious thing. Hence why I do it more in my human form.”
He walked over to you and tugged on the blanket, “Okay, well you said you could use it in short bursts. Do you think you could focus on just the durability part? Could you make that a subconscious thing too?” He yanked the blanket away from and pressed a hot palm on your bicep and squeezed.
You squeezed your eyes shut as they began to water. It wasn’t burning, not yet, but it was hot enough to be uncomfortable. “Look I’m getting really sick of your shit. You keep pushing me like this and one of us is going to end up dead, and it’s not going to be the one who can heal themselves.” When you opened your eyes again they were glowing. Your anger was quickly becoming the only emotion you could feel.
“Good girl. Now-“
“NO!” You snapped at him. “You don’t get to call me a good girl.” You grabbed his hand and yanked it back away from your arm. “You don’t get to beat me and berate me, and then buy me chicken nuggets and think everything is okay.” You could feel yourself start to slowly shift, your teeth coming to a point, your claws start to poke through your fingernails. “Because I am NOT YOUR GOOD GIRL!” You felt the familiar tingle go down your spine, signally you were about to shift.
“Whatever you do, don’t shift! Hold that as long as possible.” He was totally ignoring your outburst. “Start trying to heal yourself.”
You growled, “Heal myself? I’m not hurt you lunatic.”
A burning sensation engulfed the hand you were using to hold his wrist. “You are now… Now try again. Start healing yourself. Before I do anything. I want to test something out.”
****************BAKUGO POV***********************************
The whole meeting has just been one big game. Hawks fed Bakugo lies about the progress he’s made looking for you. While Bakugo lied about his suspicions of you packing up for America. Both men secretly trying to get the other to slip up and admit what they know.
Bakugo’s teeth were grinding so hard he was surprised his teeth hadn’t cracked.
Hawks was in the middle of another bullshit lie when two familiar people approached the table and took a seat on either side of Bakugo. “Oi! What the fuck are you doing here?”
Hawks smirked, “Oh I hope you don’t mind. They were worried about you, so I asked them to meet us.”
Kirishima and Midoriya were both giving him worried, sympathetic looks to which Bakugo rolled his eyes. “I told you idiots I would check in later tonight.”
Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, but you didn’t look so hot when we left you this morning. Plus, we feel bad for ditching you for graduation.”
Midoriya pipped in, “What kind of hero’s would we be if we can’t even help find our own friend. But we’re here now and we’re ready to help in any way we can.”
Bakugo’s nerves were already too fried to even start to argue with Midoriya. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, knowing otherwise he was going to blow the building up. When he opened his eyes though, Hawks was gone. “WHAT THE FUCK?! WHERE DID THE CHICKEN SHIT GO?!”
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