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ghxst-kun · 1 year

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"Aww, man!"You hear bakugo hiss from the floor. "This always happens!" he cursed, standing up.

You try to breathe as quietly as possible but you knew it was useless.

Katsuki had great hearing.

He turned around at lightning speed looking right in front of your face.

"Y/n?" He asked.

"Shhh! Keep it down! I don't want the others to know I'm in here!" You whispered, putting your hands over his mouth.

When he nods, as u finally remove ur hands from his mouth and let them drop to ur sides

You did your best not to look down and admire his half naked body.

"Why are you in here?" he whispered. "Were you spying on us?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"NO! The girls wanted to pull a prank on you guys but I ended up getting stuck in here!" You explained desperately.

"Oh!" he sighed, smiling a little. His face soon dropped. "So...did you hear everything then?" he asked, looking down a little and blushing.

You were way too aware of the lack of room in the closet. You was an inch away from being pressed up against bakugo body and it was driving your mind a little wild. Your imagination was going crazy with the possibilities. You were finding it hard to concentrate.

"Not everything…" you said, wanting to tell the truth but not wanting to sound like you listened in on purpose. Even if you did.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, Y/n" he said, a little desperately.

You watch him, confused. What was he apologising for? He still looked down, away from you and he suddenly punched the wall beside him.

You flinched as a bunch of equipment fell off the shelf and landed behind u guys. He jumped forward to avoid u getting hit and ended up flush against You

"You're really close" You whispered, feeling his hot breath against the exposed skin on the top of your chest.

His head was still facing down and his lips were millimetres away from your cleavage. Your closed eyes, trying not to think bad thoughts. He was your best friend. You are not supposed to be in love with your best friend. He was probably in love with another girl.

Your heart was pounding and you could feel your skin getting slick with sweat.

"Y/n" he said, barely more than a whisper. You could feel his lips brush ur skin.

You couldn't help feeling like the room got hotter. You felt a fire spread through your body, rushing through your veins until it pooled at your lower belly.

His head rose until you were face to face. His eyes were hooded and his lips were close enough to kiss.

"Katsuki?" You asked, feeling the whisper of his lips against your own.

"What did you hear?" he asked, his voice deeper and raspier

"I heard you talking to Kirishima about a girl and then you guys all arguing...and the other stuff" you blushed, thinking about katsuki saying he was bigger than Kirishima . You swallowed, trying to dispel your bad thoughts.

“So you don’t know who I like?”he asked, squinting his eyes to assess you.

"No" you sighed, and paused before adding "I'm sure they’re wonderful though…"

You looked down, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

"Why d'ya say that?" he asked.

"Because any girl that you like has to be wonderful. Just like you" you said, sadness seeping through your voice.

"Yeah.. They’re pretty wonderful"

"Well I'm sure they feel the same way and you can get married and have kids. Have the perfect life. You wouldn't need me anymore..."

"Man, I think about havin' kids with them all the time" he said, moving his head so he whispered it in ur ear. You shivered. "But you're wrong. I'd still need you"

"W-Why?" You spluttered, feeling urself go red.

"'Cause they'd need their mum and I'd need my wife." he said cockily, drawing his face away from your ear so he could watch your reaction.

You immediately blushed more than before and spluttered.Your heart was running a mile a minute and you felt the familiar heat settle between your legs.

Before u could think about it any further, he kisses you.

It was a little hesitant at first, like he was worried you was going to push him away, but as soon as you responded, he pushed back with a renewed passion, as if his whole body was overwhelmed with the need to kiss you.

It was like he had caught on fire, he moved his lips against yours in a frenzied passion, not wasting any time as he pushed you against the wall behind you and let his hands wander, not caring about the equipment he knocked to the floor.

Katsuki was actually kissing you. Did that mean you was his crush? It must be, right? He practically told you they were going to get married and have kids. You was pretty sure if he asked then you would say 'yes' immediately to either suggestion.

U moaned, unable to keep it in when realised that having kids with katsuki would mean having katsuki.. seemed to take it as a good sign because he pushed further into you, pressing his body flush against urs so that u could feel his thick erection pressing into u.

U gasped as bakugo took the chance to push his tongue into you mouth, tasting and pressing his tongue against your own. He tasted like gunpowder. That was the best way you could describe it; warm and smokey just like his smell. It turned ur legs to jelly and, if katsuki had not grabbed roughly onto ur hips, u would have collapsed in a puddle in the ground.

The shuffling of feet outside only made katsuki pause for a minute, stilling his lips against urs, before he continued again. Obviously deciding that kissing her was more important than being found out. U couldn't disagree, and u found it flattering that he felt the same.

Luckily, no-one entered as Katsuki’s hands wandered from ur hips, pushing under ur shirt until they rested on the bare skin of ur side, his thumbs skimming the undersides of ur breasts.

Your heart was pounding against ur chest, your breath hitched when He pulled away to look at u with hooded eyes.

"Y/n," he moaned, before he ducked his head to kiss ur neck. U raise ur head to give him better access, shivering as u felt all of his burning kisses.

You weren’t exactly sure how they had gotten to that point but you was just about ready to rip ur shirt off when Katsuki started tugging at it. He only paused his hot kisses for a moment to throw the material away, taking a minute to groan at the sight of ur breasts only clad in a lacy bra, before he pressed his lips against u again, taking advantage of the newly revealed skin by kissing his way over the top of ur chest.

You grab tightly onto his back, so tight u swore u must have dug ur nails in, but neither of u noticed as Katsuki’s hands slowly made their way to the back of your bra.

"Shit wait Katsuki~!" You cooed, forgetting that they should probably be quiet considering their surroundings.

He deftly unhooked ur bra.

"Shit, y/n. You're even hotter than I imagined." He groans, watching ur chest intensely, as if he was trying to memorise it for a later date.

Before u could even reply - or question the fact that he had imagined u naked - he had dipped his head down to take one of ur nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it experimentally until u gasped. He used a spare hand to play with ur free breast, pinching and moulding it until u were finding it hard to contain ur moans.

He pressed u further against the wall and grinded against u, swearing at the sweet friction it created. Just as he was about to buck against u again, u wrap ur legs around his waist to get closer together. It was so worth it when u felt his hard length rub u again.

"Ah! Katsu! So good!" You cried, hardly able to make fully formed sentences.

Head clouded with lust, you pulled one hand from his back and snaked it around his front, slipping it into his boxers to explore the one part of him u had never been able to touch before. He hissed as u wrap ur hand around him, moving his head away from ur breast to press ur foreheads together. His eyes were scrunched shut and he let a gasp out as u gently rubbed up and down his shaft.

Before u knew it, bakugo was pulling off ur shorts and diving a hand inside of ur panties. You gasped - unsure whether it was because of the shock or the pleasure - as his hot fingers found ur clit and started gently massaging it.

"So warm," he moaned, moving his face so he could give u a lingering kiss. "Fucking Wet," he said, as he slid his fingers along ur slit, trying to find ur opening.

You was desperately clutching onto both his back and his erection, moving ur hand faster so he could feel just as good as he was making you feel right now.

You bit back a cry as his finger finally slipped into ur entrance. It was new and strange but it felt so good and when he starting moving it in and out u had a hard time remembering what u were supposed to be doing.

"So good," you gasped as he let another finger slip inside you. "So, so good!"

He started moving his fingers fast, teasing ur clit with his thumb.

"Come on y/n." He demanding, curling his fingers until u let out a quiet scream, "Fuck. You need to come."

You weren’t sure if it was his demand or the way he kissed u - hard - after, but it u shattered instantly, Katsuki swallowing your whimpers as u came on his fingers.

U could still feel his hard, throbbing erection in ur hands and u knew u were far from done. You needed him. So bad

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killingick · 1 year

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Green Eyes, White Lies

TW: Mentions of assault, violence, smoking

1947 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: —ᴋᴇɪʟᴄᴇ, ᴘᴏʟᴀɴᴅ

ᴅɪꜱᴘᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜱqᴜᴀᴅ(ꜱ): 7, 25

ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ: ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ (6751), ꜱᴏᴀᴘ (2137), ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ (4371), ʀɪɢɢᴇʀ (5362), ᴇʀʀᴏʀ (6666), ʜᴜɴᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ (3399)

"We should work together more often, it get's boring being in a squad that has everybody occupied and unable to talk. You know with a hacker, rigger and a mercenary." You scoffed watching as Huntress practically ogled over Riley.

You'd hated being around squad 25, more specifically her. She'd obviously had a thing for Ghost and he was well aware of it. Though, he never really gave her the attention she'd wanted, he would tease her every now and then out of boredom and it irritated you.

Private Rigger and Specialist Error weren't as bad to be around, although they'd never really talk since they were both pretty quiet, they would never miss out on slandering Huntress when she'd switched from being soldier to damsel in distress for the day.

"I can see the flag, it's our territory now. Race you to the entrance point?" Soap nudged you with his elbow.

"I mean if you're trying to get shot, sure run right at them. I'll be doing a light jog to catch up with you." Error choked on the water from her flask at this, whilst Rigger smacked a hand over their mouth in shock.

"Your humour's a bit dark for a time like this don't you think?" Huntress butt in, sending a glare your way.

"Dunno love, I mean your boyfriend seems to like it but we're all entitled to our own opinion's—."

"Andddd that's enough humour for the day." Error slapped a hand over your mouth, shooting Huntress an apologetic look on your behalf before dragging you both up ahead and away from the other squad members.

Upon your arrival, you'd all been ID'd by your tags and patted down for wires. Basic procedure just in case someone tried to sneak in or had decided to betray their allies.

You'd reported the files you'd come across to corporate, and they were more than joyful about your success, praising you and your squad endlessly, which put a smile on your face.

The military had already pre-planned an advance into Warsaw; starting far out and gradually sweeping their way in, claiming territory on the way as they progressed. Needing time to plan it, your squad had been informed to lay put until they'd had new orders.

You almost crumbled in delight hearing those words. A night off? With military protection? Not having to worry as heavily about a potential ambush or worse? You did not mind if you fucking did.

You and a batch of other resting soldiers had been located in a building which luckily still had running water but the heating wasn't the greatest. There weren't many bedrooms, leaving the majority of you to sleep on mats scattered about the vacant rooms, whilst everyone ranked sergeant major or higher got the luxury of using the bedrooms, cheeky cunts.

You'd showered, glad to be alleviating yourself from the confines of your uniform. You'd thrown on a black tank top and basketball shorts, a match from the very few clothes you'd brought along with you for this expedition. Slipping a blade into the string of your panties as a just in case, you decided to call it a night after you'd got yourself a drink. The sun was already setting, and Soap had pretty much collapsed after getting out of his uniform alongside other soldiers.

You couldn't help the giddy smile that made it's way onto your face at the thought of this cold drink; your squad had to learn to ration things like food and water, so drinking it in the abundance you were about to put a smile on your face as you practically skipped down the hallway.

Coming across an area which you'd refer to as the kitchen, you took note of the armed officers protecting the rations available for the soldiers staying the night. A precaution, just in case anyone had tried to take more than what they were supposed to.

All these rules really made you homesick. Though you'd lived alone, you'd much enjoyed the freedom that came with it; being a student a few years in at Uni and only recently turning 22 before being forced into immense training for a battle your country was no where near prepared to fight.

Your gymnastics aided through it quite a bit, but nothing could aid the numbing feeling you'd grown accustomed to after being screamed at day in day out, beaten down, bruised, assaulted, until becoming who you are today.

ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ: better known as the Grim Reaper. Notorious for the multiple riggings, search and destroys, and other one man missions SHE had completed without the help of a man let alone her so called previous comrades. She was almost as well known as Ghost among the upper ranks, but not quite there yet and she was proud of it.

You'd felt like an example to all the other private ranked females, a symbol that screamed that "YOU CAN DO IT." that this military isn't just a man's playfield, and you fucking loved it.

You trotted back down the hallway, chugging the water as you walked, but being careful not to spill a drop as you sighed in relief from the sensation of it running down your throat.

God snapped when he said 2 Hydrogens and 1 Oxygen made water.

Before you could chuckle at your own joke you were startled by the feeling of someone grabbing your arm and dragging you around the corner. The pursuer pushed you up against the wall, encasing you with his arms pressed against the wall on either side of your head.

Instinctively, you dragged the switchblade from your panties, flipping it out and pressing the blade against your perpetrator's neck.

"Lay a hand on me and I'll end you right here." You paused as you spoke looking up to meet the gaze of your masked comrade. Even outside of uniform he was sexy, and it made your heart twist and turn in ways you'd hated. Alike to yourself he was clad in a black tank top, which revealed his toned, muscular figure, and black joggers. Refusing to take the mask off as always, but that didn't stop you from reading the smirk on his face that reflected in his piercing gaze.

"Stand down Reaper." He mused.

Sighing you flipped the blade away slipping it back to it's original place and crossing your arms over your chest as you met the man's gaze.

"And how may I help you Simon."

"Not the government, not here, you know that." You rolled your eyes. It was mandatory that soldiers either referred to their comrades by their code name or their last name should it be one that's common, making it harder for the enemy to potentially uncover their true identity and threaten them outside of their line of duty.

Given how fond your squad was of one another, you'd all formally introduced yourselves, but swore to keep it hushed to the last name only.

"You really should stop rolling your eyes at me." He cupped your chin lifting your gaze to meet his own.

"Yeah?" You responded in a shocked tone that dripped with sarcasm.

"Yeah." He mocked.

"I just wanted to inform you so you're not as pissed later, our squad may merge with 25's for the next mission—."

And with that your night was ruined.

Your brain had managed to drown out Ghost's voice after that comment. You were too focused on watching whatever essence of your happiness remained dancing away from you before tripping on a land mine and blowing itself up into a million tiny pieces.

"Are you even listening to me?" He pressed snapping you out of your daze.

"Mhm." You swiftly replied and he paused looking down at you before shaking his head and sighing. He dropped his arms back to his side, stuffing his hands into his pocket before turning away and walking off down the corridor.

"Going for a fag, do you want one."

"You know I do." You sighed, jogging to catch up with him.

The two of you sat on the rooftop of the building. Veils of smoke dancing up into the starry night sky from the cancer sticks that rested between your fingers. Ghost would always raise his mask just over his nose when smoking with you. Knowing how he'd felt about showing his face in the army, you'd never glance his way out of respect, but you'd seen the half visible on occasions whenever turning to him for a lighter or accidentally doing so when the two of you talked.

He didn't mind, if it was you at least.

"Why are you so jealous of Huntress." He spoke as he exhaled making you freeze.

"You what."

"You heard me." A silence fell between the two of you as you puffed from the cigar looking off in thought for a moment.

"It's not that I'm jealous of her, she's just rude. Why does it matter." He didn't respond to your remark, ashing out his cigarette and throwing it off the rooftop leaving the two of you in silence.

You'd heard him shuffling as he turned his whole body around to face you. You gave him a quick side glance, letting him know he'd had your attention. His mask now back to covering his face.

"Do you like me soldier?" You paused at the statement. You could feel your heart begin to race as this was just thrown at you.

You didn't feel as though you'd been obvious about your feelings toward him, but he'd still caught on. He was always sharp like that, always catching onto the littlest things that everyone else seemed to skim over.

But you couldn't let him know. It felt sacred in this setting.

Confessing your feelings to your comrade even though you were pretty much a part of the fucking suicide squad, it felt selfish.

"I'm going to bed." You pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around yourself and walking away.

"Lieutenant." He called out to deaf ears.

A hand grasped itself around your waist, spinning you back around into the warm embrace of your comrade. You could feel your face heat up at the proximity, his toned chest now pressed closely against your own as you looked up to meet his gaze.

"I asked you a question."

"Negative sir..." You mumbled in reply.

"Look me in the eye and repeat that." He cupped your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his own, and you couldn't help the way your legs practically melted below you, leading you to stumble further into his embrace.

"U-uhm." You hesitantly got out as you broke the gaze you shared.

"Eyes are here." You looked back into his eyes at that statement, teeth sinking into your lower lip before you parted your lips, praying you'd be able to repeat yourself without hesitating as you did a moment prior.

"I-."

"Ghost?"

You pushed yourself out of his embrace, standing upright and straightening out your clothes. Your nervous expression carving into an irritated one as your eyes landed on the wicked witch herself.

Huntress stared between the two of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek in confusion as she lifted her gaze to meet your comrades'.

"Change of plans... we leave in three hours..."

You mentally cursed yourself from missing out on the sleep you'd felt more than entitled to.

"Goodnight Captain." You stumbled your way back over to the fire exit, making your way back into the building, leaving his question unanswered.

As huntress’ voice echoed behind you, you could feel his gaze burning into you as the door swung shut.

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justgowithitplease · 1 year

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CATS, BATS, AND EVERYTHING UNSEEN

Pt. 1, Part 3

You were standing infront of a mirror at wayne manor, trying to zip up the back of your dress. "Hey Dick! Can you help me please?" You yell into the hall, getting your bestfriends attention imediatley.

"Be right there!" He said, running to get his bow tie.As he entered the room, you noticed how good he looked in suits.

'No, i shouldnt be thinking this way, we're friends. Just friends.' You thought, turning away from the boy.

"What do you need help with?" He asked, trying to ignore how the blue in your dress complimented your hair, and your skintone. And the blue... it was his favorite shade. But there's no way you couldve known that, after all, you liked the color too.

"Could you zip me up please?" You said, your voice like honey.

"Sure, only if you'll help me with my bowtie after."

"24 and You still cant tie a bowtie!"

"Shh, you need help with a Dress."

"Haha, you're so funny."

He reached down to grab the zipper. The awfully low zipper.

'Shut up, i shouldn't be thinking this. She problably thinks of me as a brother.' He finished zipping you up, and handed you his bowtie.

"Do you need me to teach you again? So you dont forget?" She asked, just like she did every time.

"Yes please, i suck at remembering these things." He chuckled. That was a lie, he knew how to tie a bow tie. he's known since he was 12. He just liked having you close to him, paying attention to him, reminding him that you were- Friends. Friends. Friends and thats all.

"There, Done. Did you get that?" You asked him.

"[Reader]. Do you think im that dumb that i would forget right after you showed me?" he asked, furrowing his brows in mock concern.

"Do you want me to answer that?"

"No, not really."

"Thats What i thought Richie."

He groaned in displeasure as you called him his least favorite nickname, the one you gave him when you first met.

"Master Grayson, Ms. [Reader], the gala is starting. If you two would be so kind, could you please join the guests down stairs." Alfred said through the door.

"Shall we go, M'lady?" Dick said, offering his arm.

"We shall, M'man." You said, linking your arm with his.

As you two walked down the stairs, All eyes turned to you two. The Eldest son of Bruce Wayne, and a gorgeous mystery lady, Matching with their accent colors of blue. As you two reached the bottom step, people started dissipating back to there own conversations, others turning to talk about the both of you, others giving snide remarks and uneasy glances.

"Ooooohhhh! Now who is this fancy couple?" A short, Squat old lady came over with Bruce, Talking to him as though they were old friends.

"This is my son, Dick, and his friend, [Reader]." He cared to put emphasis on the word friend, as though attempting to assure her and himself that the pair were just friends.

"Are you sure? They just fit together so effortlessly, and they've been attached at the hip as long as i can remember." The lady said, recalling the previous... 38 galas.

"yes i'm sure," Bruce chuckled, "If they did have feelings for each other, i'm sure [Reader] would've made a move long ago."

"Hah, that's for sure!" You and Dick said, Looking at each other.

Just friends. But Friends didn't look at each other that way.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #x reader #fanfic #part 2 i guess #fem reader #series

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how2spell-sandwhich · 2 years

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#part 2 i guess #i am autistic alphys truther #undertale #alphys

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torotoro0 · 2 years

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Enemies? Or....

`~Miles Fairchild x Reader~`

Part 2/?

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word count: 1.5K words

Summary : Kate isn’t that bad, she just left a first bad impression though, but Miles isn’t really fond of her.

A/N : Part 2 is here lolol

Your Pov

I was reading my book when I heard continuous bouncing of ball and I know, I surely know that it was Miles, so I went downstairs stop all this noise when Kate scolded him first.

“Stop it!” Kate shouted “Thank you” she said as she went back to what she’s working.

“Pfft” I let out a muffled laugh, Miles looked at me and rolled his eyes “weirdo” he mumbled, he then threw his last ball at the wall and walked away annoyed.

{T I M E S K I P}

I went out of my room to find something that can entertain me in this boring house, as I walk around the hallways, I saw Kate following something, and you know for sure i follow her, after a moment of following her she turn her back to check and i hurriedly hid behind a corner

“The heck is she roaming around for?” I whispered, she then opens a door and I heard a faint song which seems to be a crappy one from the room “Ohhh miles’ room”

She enters the room like she had seen a ghost or something, “Miles?” she said ,I follow her but I stayed outside the room.

his room is messy as hell, I thought. “Don’t you know how to knock?” he annoyingly answered.

“Do you have... a friend in here?” she asked “what do you want” way to go spoiled brat, i thought as he didn’t even answer Kate’s question, “I thought..” she roams his room “I saw someone go in here..”.

This is getting really uncomfortable for me so- “Kate! Flora said she needs you!” I shouted, “Coming!” she answered, she dashes out the room. “Have you been there the whole time?”

“Oh, no just got here” he rolls his eyes “Get out-”

“WAIT!” I said before he closes the door “Wanna go horse racing?” I ask “NO” aaaand he closes his door, damn-

“awww, why? does cute little baby Miles don’t know how to race with horses anymore?”

“Who says I don’t?” he opens his door, leaning on the door frame.

[ T I M E S K I P}

“Can I come too pleaaase?” flora begged “Come on Miles flora wants to see me win you know?” I laugh, “Ugh fine-”.

“Can Kate come too? please please?”

“N-” “Of course Kate can come, lets go!” I cut him off lol.

We arrive at a track field we used to race horses with and theres a part at the field where you enter a hallway of tall bush of roses, Today I’m going to be riding Delila since she is the only horse left with Samson ofc.

{THIS KIND OF ENTRANCE, just imagine two of these paths}

“Go! Miles, Go Y/N!” flora exclaimed “Guys don’t get rough with each other ok? its just a game” Kate reminded, “Of course Kate we’ll REMEMBER that” I answered.

“3!” Flora starts the count down.

“2!”

“1!”

“GO, GO, GO!” flora shouted, we raced each other since the time quint taught us how to ride horses, sometimes me and miles would get a tie,but I hope we won’t get a tie and I would win this,

“Your getting slower Fairchild!” I shouted,

“Shut up L/N!” he shouted back,

We took a rough turn and he passes by me, later on we arrive at the roses path, I took the right tunnel of roses, while miles took the left one, we can still apparently see each other through the walls

“This is looks prettier than the last time I saw this” I said as I look up, which i don’t prescribe to do because-.

“Yah!” I said as the horse launches me to the ground,

“Delila calm down!” delila was loudly neighing and jumping, she looks like she’s seen a ghost lol, like Kate,

“Delil-” as I try to approach her she jumps and runs away “Delila wait!” I run after her.

Narrator’s Pov

Her heart thudded in her chest. Her hands shook. Her feet tingled. As she puts her hands on her knees hyperventilating,

“hah, hah, hah” Y/N ran out of energy to run,

“d-delila”, she sits down on the dirt path calming herself down.

“The way back takes too long and the way to the finish line takes way more long, hah, hah” she struggles talking

“How am I going to get back then?” she needs to think of a way to get back dusk

“Shit- its almost night!” she says as she stomps on the dirt path.

Miles Pov

I arrive at the path of roses, I took the left turn because its the nearest one to the finish line, “ This is looks prettier than the last time I saw this “, damn it is, Mrs. Grose has been watering these everyday, I thought.

After minutes and minutes of tricks and turns I eventually reached the end of the path, “Miles is here! LOOK! he’s the first one to arrive!” Flora excitedly shouted.

“Congratulations miles” Kate said walking to me,

“Woah miles you won!” flora hugs me “damn right i did” I smile

“Wheres Y/N though?” Kate asked “I guess she”s still stuck at the roses part” I chuckled, Kate frowned, “I’ll wait for her here, you guys can go” she ordered “come on flora” and we flee.

{T I M E S K I P}

Its been at least 2 and a half hours after the race, Kate and Y/N is still not home, “Miles have you seen the two?” Mrs.Grose said as she approached me and Flora

“No, I saw them last at the track field” I answer “I miss Y/N where is she?” Flora complained.

SLAM!

The door opens all of a sudden and reveals Kate.... and only her?

“Did Y/N come home?” she asked “Uhm, no? I thought you said you’ll wait for her” I replied as i play with my tennis ball.

“wait so....., she isn’t here?”

“No Kate she isn’t, where did you guys last see her?” Mrs.Grose said in a worried voice,

“I already said it, she was last seen at the track field” I roll my eyes “I mean where in the field?” “The pathway to the roses” Flora uttered as she plays with her dolls.

“I-I’ll find her” Kate shuddered.

{A few minutes time skip, like 15 minutes}

I throw my tennis ball at the wall again and again impatiently.

“I’m going to go for a walk” I mumbled “Bye Miles!” Flora waved good bye.

I ride Samson to find Y/N, “I can’t believe I’’m going to be helping” I roll my eyes, I saw Kate roaming around the track field.

“Aren’t you supposed to be finding Y/N?” I retorted

“Yes but I can’t seem to find her anywhere” she replied “Did you even check the pathway of roses?”

“Oh.. I did but i didn’t go that far i-” I went to the pathway of roses cutting her off.

As I venture to the path that Y/N took I saw delila eating one of the roses, “Delila!” I went down tying her to Samson and continued my search for that witch.

“Y/N! ARE YOU THERE!” I cringe as i shouted it.

Your Pov

“I am so tired huhuhu” I wept, “ANYONE THERE!” I shouted

“oh...how dumb of me, no one is present in this estate at night” I sighed as I continue walking forward.

“Y/N! ARE YOU THERE!”

OH! rescue is here! “I’M HERE!” I yelled “I AM HERE!” i yelled louder this time, I hear stomping of hooves and see the one and only MILES FAIRCHILD,

“of all people, you, fairchild found me” I wept

“At least I found you” He rolls his eyes

“come on Kate is SOO worried about your ass” I was about to climbed unto his horse when.

“you can’t ride mine” he blurted “what? then how do you expect me to go home? walk? nah, no way” I retorted.

“Uhm, no? I brought delila here, so you can ride her, do you expect me to be a prince charming and let you ride MY horse? ugh no way”

“Uhm, uh, no I don’t I-i just wanted to annoy you” I rolled my eyes and hopped on delila.

A/N: sorry it was a short chapter

#miles x reader #miles fairchild x reader #miles fairchild #the turning #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #flora fairchild #part 2 i guess #part 2 is here!#enemies to lovers #requests are open #enemies? or... part 2 #part 2 part 2

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I'd Know You Anywhere, My Love - Part 2

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Warnings: Violence, injuries, panic attacks

Steve winced when he heard the telltale thud of something colliding with the front door, followed by the frantic jingle of keys before the lock was flipped and the wooden obstruction was thrown open by a disheveled Robin.

Her mouth opened, but Steve hastily raised a finger to his lips to signal that his roommate should keep her voice down. Robin’s gaze narrowed and she leveled him with a look, which would’ve been much more effective if her eyes hadn’t betrayed her fear.

Steve could certainly relate.

He was still processing all that had happened since he’d crawled out of bed, and the implications of Hargrove being alive were just now occurring to him. The Billy he saw before his panic attack hadn’t been human, at least… not completely. He hadn’t hallucinated the blond’s altered appearance, he knows that much.

Not to mention the fact that the slimy footprints that he had snapped photos of before mopping up made it clear that there’d been a rift to the Upside Down in their living room at one point during the night.

Steve had gone cold with the knowledge that there had been a gateway to the teen’s own personal hell just one door away from him while he slept, he was just lucky that it was Billy who came through and not… something else.

But the thing that Steve was stumped on was the fact that there was a distinct lack of a rift when he left his room and El was the only person he knew that could close gateways between the two dimensions. Steve knew that the rifts didn’t just mend themselves, so that just begged the question of whether it was possible that Billy was capable of sealing the tears just like El.

“Steve, where is it? Don’t tell me you left that thing to its own devices!” Robin hissed, pulling Steve from his morbid speculations. “I don’t know what it told you, but it is not Hargrove. Hargrove is dead.”

Steve grimaced, it’s not like he wasn’t there. He watched, frozen, as Billy stood up to the monster. Watched as Billy was impaled, watched as he dropped, watched as Max cried over her dying brother. Watched him choke out his last words, words Steve had been too far away to hear. Watched the puddle of black blood steadily grow underneath him still body.

His eyes had stung with tears, a lump lodging itself into his throat, stealing his voice. He felt like he was a little kid again, like he had been transported back into the body of that lonely boy who was abandoned by his dismissive parents, who was terribly frightened of the silence he found himself surrounded by.

“Steve! Calm down, you’re going to trigger an attack.” The brunet blinked, Robin’s worried face swimming into vivid clarity. “There you are, now breathe with me.” She immediately took an exaggerated breath in and Steve made a valiant attempt to copy her, his inhale was shaky and his lungs forced the breath back out almost immediately.

But Robin didn’t seem to mind, merely breathing in again to prompt Steve to do the same.

His brows furrowed when he realized that he was seated on the floor, practically curled into a ball. His face heated up in embarrassment, but Robin just continued to map mindless patterns onto his heaving back with her finger.

“Thanks.” Steve mumbled, grateful for Robin’s patience with him. He knew he was a wreck. Life had shattered him, leaving the brunette to try and fit the jagged edges of himself back together into something that resembled functional.

“No need to thank me Steve, it’s what friends are for.” Robin’s tone left no room for argument and Steve had long since given up on trying to talk her out of rooming with him.

“I took a cold shower so there’s plenty of hot water for you if you want to- Bambi? Are you okay?”

Steve’s head whirled towards Billy, who had paused in the mouth of the hallway, the darkness there partially hiding him from view. He was clad in sweatpants -one of Steve’s favorite pairs- which displayed the plethora of pale scarring from familiar wounds that were located on the blonde’s damp sides and chest.

“Who’s this? Why are you hunched like that? Did she do something?” The blond’s voice had dropped into something more… unhinged by the third question.

Billy’s glacial eyes slid away from Steve to fasten onto Robin, a predator sizing up their prey. His gaze was bright with the promise of violence, it was an unsettling expression that the brunet was well-acquainted with.

Steve glanced at Robin to gauge how she was handling the pressure of that deranged stare, which was why he caught the way her own gaze flicked over to the bat. Steve had propped it up against the arm of the couch, not wanting it to be far away just in case another rift opened.

She tensed in a telling way and Steve’s eyes widened when he realized what she intended to do, which meant that Billy probably noticed as well.

“Robin no- Wait!” He reached out to grab her, but she was already off the ground and making a mad dash for the melee weapon. Billy tore after her with a wide, feral grin that sent chills down Steve’s spine.

The brunet scrambled upright as Billy collided with Robin, her extended hand missing the handle of the bat by a few measly inches before they both went down with an audible thud. Robin wheezed when Billy’s full bodyweight crushed her, struggling weakly when the blond shifted until he was straddling her back to keep her down.

“Don’t worry Bambi, she’s not going anywhere.” Billy’s gaze was pinned to Robin’s neck, his lips peeling back in the parody of a smile before his tongue ran over his blunt human teeth.

“Hold on, this is just a big misunderstanding. Please get off her.” Steve grabbed Billy’s bicep, gently tugging to coax the puzzled blond to his feet.

“Bambi, what-” Billy cut himself off with a grunt when Robin unexpectedly kicked out, his left knee buckling with a sickening pop that had Steve’s insides lurching. Billy dropped down onto his good knee with enough force to make the brunet cringe, the blond’s loud cursing making it clear that it had felt just as painful as it had looked.

Steve didn’t even realize that Robin had moved until Billy grabbed his wrist in a borderline painful grip, looking over the brunet’s shoulder with panicked blue eyes.

“Fuck! Steve, get behind me! She’s got your bat-”

“Steve, get away from it! I’m putting this thing down-”

The brunet sucked in a surprised breath when he was dragged away from Billy by the back of his shirt, only to abruptly jerk to a harsh stop that made his shoulder scream in protest when the arm that the blond held hostage was pulled taut. Steve flinched at the hot stab of pain that zipped down to the tips of his fingers, gritting his teeth against the uncomfortable pull.

The next moment though, the blond was releasing his iron grip on Steve’s wrist. The brunet stumbled back with the strength of Robin’s insistent pulling, his roommate putting distance between Steve and Billy, the latter having relocated both hands to his wounded knee.

There was a sharp crack when the blond jerked the injured limb to the side, then Billy was gingerly climbing to his feet, scowling at his left leg when he put weight onto it.

Robin’s fingers fell away from Steve’s shirt in favor of readying the bat for a full assault, the blond’s gaze fixing itself onto the brandished weapon before he froze. Billy’s eyes repeatedly jumped from the spiked end of the bat to Steve, his features downright malicious as he held his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Okay… let’s just leave Harrington out of this, yeah?” Billy would’ve appeared casual to almost anyone else, but Steve had seen the brutality that lurked behind the blond’s nonchalant demeanor too many times to be fooled himself. There was fury burning like an uncontrollable inferno in his eyes, his compact body a ridged line.

Steve was baffled by how fast the blond had backed off until he considered where each of them stood in relation to one another. The brunet was positioned a step in front of his roommate, and she had moved to the right in order to give herself room to swing.

The teen’s brows shot up to his hairline when he realized that, in Billy’s eyes, it probably looked like Robin was preparing to hit Steve. Which meant that there was an overwhelming possibility that the blond wasn’t going at her right now because he believed that Robin was using him as leverage.

“What? You’re the one who dragged him into this by wearing that fucking face!” Robin spat, taking a menacing step forward. Steve winced at his friend’s declaration, because to Billy it would definitely sound like a threat.

“Just wait till I get my hands on you…” The blond purred, his arms lowering back to his sides, hands curling into tight fists.

Unfortunately, Steve couldn't see a peaceful end to this situation, each scenario he thought up resulted in an outcome that was worse than the first.

He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to keep Robin and Billy from killing the other. His ribcage tightened, threatening to compromise his ability to breathe. Steve’s next exhale left his lungs in the form of a desperate gasp, white noise filling up his ears.

“Easy Bambi, it’s alright. I won’t let her hurt you.” Billy’s voice softened into something that should’ve been soothing, but the blond’s words only made it that much harder to inhale. Someone was going to die, someone was going to be reduced to a cooling corpse in his living room because he couldn’t manage to get his traitorous body under control and explain the situation to them.

“What the hell? I’m not going to- Shit, Steve, you're not looking so good.” Robin took her eyes off of Billy to instead take inventory of the wheezing brunet, her grip on the bat loosening a fraction as she debated on how to proceed.

Steve chanced a brief look at Billy just in time to see the blond shift his weight in a telling manner, Robin redirecting her attention away from Billy for that split second was all the blond needed in order to gain the upper hand.

Billy moved with all the grace of a deadly predator, rapidly closing the distance between them with speed that was almost inhuman.

Thankfully, Robin had been honing her reflexes since she found out about the Upside Down and the nightmarish creatures that dwelled within the twisted dimension. So Steve wasn’t exactly surprised when Robin managed to shove the brunette out of the line of fire before swinging the bat with a ferocity that would make professional baseball players green with envy.

The blond’s grin was all teeth as he ducked at the last possible moment to avoid the lethal hit, Robin backpedaling in order to maintain the open space between the two blood-thirsty individuals.

They circled each other as Steve debated what he could possibly do to avoid the death of either of the teenagers and, the first thing that popped into his mind was risky, but it had a high probability of stopping them both in their tracks. So when Robin planted a rough kick to Billy’s chest to knock him off-balance and wound up for another swing, Steve scrambled up from the floor and threw himself between the two.

Robin’s eyes blew wide, a horrified gasp of his name bursting from her lips. The brunet was frozen, watching as his trusty bat came hurtling toward his head. There was no doubt in his mind that he was about to die, and at the hands of his best friend no less. He hoped that she knew that he wasn’t mad at her, that he forgave her without hesitation or lingering spite.

He couldn’t close his eyes, couldn’t pry his gaze away from the horrified look on Robin's face. The approaching nails that seemed to excitedly reach out for his soft flesh were a mere blur in his peripheral vision.

Then, suddenly, there was the rush of wind across his face as a tanned arm shot out, blocking Robin’s pale, panicked features from his sight. Steve’s uncomprehending gaze followed the limb, eyes screeching to a halt on the charcoal-colored wrist.

Billy had somehow managed to get his right arm around Steve’s head and, using a hand that was suddenly adored with deadly claws, caught the bat by the crooked nails. The unyielding metal spikes bit into dark flesh when they met the blond’s extended appendage, the momentum pushing Billy hand back towards Steve’s wide-eyed expression. The scrape of the nail’s sharpened tips raked across the brunet’s cheek, red lines raising in their wake.

Steve tensed when the broad chest that was pressed flush against his back vibrated, a low sound working its way out from between the blond’s gritted teeth. The brunet realized with a start that Billy was growling, the menacing rumble was unlike anything Steve had ever heard before. It was high and raspy, like a hiss, but with a deeper echo that had the hair on the brunet’s arms standing on end.

Sure, he had jokingly called Billy an animal earlier, but if how the blond reacted to Robin’s hostility was any indication… Billy had some serious issues in the upstairs department.

Billy’s grip on the bat tightened and Robin relinquished the weapon to the blond immediately, even going as far as backing away a few shaky steps. Steve watched her retreat, a lump getting stuck in his throat when her trembling hands lifted to cover her face with a shuddering curse muttered into her palms.

Steve was careful to keep himself between Billy and Robin as the blond used his free hand to pry the bat away from his palm, the nails coming free from the torn flesh with a wet squelch that had Steve’s insides churning uneasily.

The blond’s lip curled into a sneer as he scrutinized the several holes that now littered his hand, like their mere existence offended him. The mutilated limb was leaking the same dark sludge as before, the ink-like blood pooling in his palm before running over the edge of his hand, the thick streams of the dark liquid spilling out onto the floor.

Billy kept a hold of the weapon with his undamaged hand, gripping just under the plethora of chaotically placed nails as he turned the makeshift weapon this way and that as if to study it.

“I’m sick and tired of this fucking bat.”

Billy’s voice was… wrong. It sent an icy chill down Steve’s spine, the cold settling heavy in his stomach and making the organ churn uneasily. Billy talking was somehow so much worse than the growling he’d heard from the blond earlier.

Within one breath and the next, the gray claw around the bat flexed, the wood splintering under the force of compression put behind the violent action. Both Steve and Robin flinched at the loud crack, the latter even taking a step toward the pair in front of her in a useless attempt to protect Steve.

“Fuck off, bitch.” Steve shuddered as the blond’s raspy voice sounded from right next to his ear, Billy’s breath caressing his skin with each heaving breath. The entirety of this situation was giving the brunet mixed signals.

The press of Billy’s body at his back and his breath on his neck was familiar and intimate, but Steve’s animal brain kept screaming at him to run, insisting that the blond was dangerous. So it left Steve caught in this awkward limbo between utter terror and inappropriate arousal.

“You take another step and I’m gonna gut you and skip-rope with your intestines.” Billy snarled as one of his gray hands came forward and placed itself possessively across Steve’s stomach, pulling him with Billy as the blond took a step back and away from Robin.

The female teen looked visibly confused for a moment before Billy’s words registered and some light bulb went off in her head. The whole process looked painful and Steve wasn’t really following.

“Wait, so you’re not trying to hurt Steve?” Robin asked, disbelief dripping from each syllable, which made Billy bristle at his back. They stood in mutual silence for a few seconds before the blonde teen broke it with a snarl.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You’re the one that barged in here acting all crazy and shit!” At the smooth sound of the blond’s smooth baritone, Steve glanced down at the hand across his waist and, sure enough, it was back to its normal tan color. Thank god. At least the confusion stopped Billy’s murderous rage in its tracks.

“Me!? You’re the dangerous creature from another fucking dimension-”

“Ha! That’s fucking rich coming from the one who went at me with a bat and used Steve-”

“Okay, stop!” Steve’s voice rang out into the apartment and the squabbling teens went silent. “Robin, he’s not gonna hurt me. Billy, she’s not trying to hurt me. No one is maiming anyone! Both of you can chill the fuck out now!” The brunet was panting by the end of his heated rant and both teens were staring at him with wide eyes.

Then Billy was shaking, his surprisingly high-pitched laughter filling the room and breaking the tense silence that had descended upon them. It was the soft, genuine laugh that Steve would sometimes hear when he caught Billy off guard with a stupid joke or embarrassing story from his youth and the sound sent a bolt of grief through him at the reminder of that comfortable companionship he'd had with the blond.

Right up until Steve fucked it all up.

“Are we done here?” The question came out more harsh than Steve had meant it to, and Billy’s laughter abruptly stopped as he finally let go of Steve and stepped away to give the brunet some breathing room.

“Damn Bambi, you’ve got one hell of a mean streak.” Billy crooned with a flirtatious smirk that didn't reach his eyes before addressing Robin. “Truce?”

He held out a hand, but Robin didn’t reach for it. She merely leveled the offered appendage with a distrusting glare, opting to instead turn to Steve for advice on how to proceed.

The brunet shrugged and nodded towards Billy’s outstretched hand, Robin rolling her eyes before taking the blond’s attempt at an olive branch. She startled as the grip on her limb was used to jerk her closer.

“I’m not sorry for my actions and I will do it again if you pull something. But keep in mind that next time, Steve won’t be able to stop me.” Billy said mildly, tone deceptively casual, as if he were simply making a comment about the weather instead of threatening to kill someone.

Robin ripped her arm from his lax grasp, taking Steve by the wrist and dragging him into the kitchen for some privacy.

“What are we gonna do about him? He’s a wild card that we don’t need right now.” Robin hissed as soon as they were relatively alone, briefly glancing back at a smiling Billy, who had obediently stayed exactly where they had left him in the living room.

Steve shook his head in disagreement, the action pulling her attention back to him. “It’s not him that’s the problem, Robin. It’s the implications of him being here and alive. That’s the problem.”

They both glanced over at the blonde, who’d apparently gotten bored with their secrecy, and planted himself onto the couch with some snacks.

“The Upside Down.” She whispered, like if she spoke too loudly then one of the Demogorgons would hear her and rip open a portal to kill them right there. Steve nodded in agreement, fearing that if he tried to speak, that his voice would crack and give away his horror.

He thought that he had gotten rid of that terrible dimension and all of it’s fucked-up monsters, but it always managed to slither its way back into his life, affecting him and the kids. He was already on a cocktail of intense medications because of the trauma and now it’s come back for more.

“Steve, if this is the Upside Down, that means they’re in danger too. You know what we have to do.” Robin stared imploringly at the reluctant brunet until he caved. Either they warned the kids, or the rugrats found out the hard way and someone got hurt.

“You’re right. We need to call El and Max.”

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@dragonflylady77

#stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #steve x billy #what if?#mutated billy #abomination!billy #canon divergence #from season 3 #misunderstanding #panic disorder #steve is on a multitude of medications #cause he deals with a lot okay #angst and hurt/comfort #part 2 i guess

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Will You Marry Me?

Here's the second part of this regencylark a/u. This is older and a different tense, lol, but you'll have that.

At the unlatching of the door, my eyes fly open, and I am immediately aware of two things: it is morning, and Lord Peeta is still in my room, as evidenced by the substantial weight and light snore coming from the other side of the bed.

“Oh, I am sorry,” says Delly, the maid assigned for my stay at my cousin’s home because my faithful Madge could not make the journey due to a sister’s illness exclaims.

Delly is young and seems relatively inexperienced in matters of finding unmarried ladies in bed with known rakes. I’m afraid I’ve given her a great surprise, for she twitters like a little bird in the doorway of the room, searching for the words to say. “I didn’t mean to disturb her ladyship.”

“Maybe you should return later, Delly,” I manage to get out as I pull the bedsheets and coverlet up to cover both Peeta’s and my naked bodies. Much as I might wish, there aren’t nearly enough to hide my transgressions from the maid’s eyes.

“Yes, your ladyship. Certainly.”

“One more thing,” I ask because I’m beginning to fret a great deal. What has my impetuous decision from last night cost me?

“Is the rest of the household up yet?”

Delly bites her lip. I have the distinct feeling she does not want to answer because she knows I will not like the truth.

I force myself to smile at her.

“Some are up, yes, your ladyship,” Delly says. “I believe both your mother and Lady Annie have had their trays, and most of the gentlemen are having breakfast as well.”

So there is very little chance of Peeta leaving now without getting caught.

I sigh. “Thank you, Delly. You may return in a half-hour to assist me.”

I catch Delly’s smothered giggles carrying into my room while she tugs the heavy mahogany door shut upon her exit.

Irritation sweeps through me. If Delly knows I had a man in my bed last night, the entire household will be aware of my indiscretions in half an hour, tops; they are not my servants, so they are in no way loyal to me. I shall not be able to keep this a secret, no matter how necessary it will be.

And of course, my mother and father are here for this house party as well. Drat.

“Bollocks!” I swear once the door’s shut.

A lady should not say such things, but on a morning like this, where I’ve been found in a situation that will significantly compromise my character, a small slip of the tongue seems warranted.

“Peeta, wake up!” I say to my companion, shoving his heavy arm in frustration. I choose to ignore the little zing that darts up my hand at the contact.

“Hmm, what is it darling,” Peeta murmurs, eyes still shut like he can’t be bothered to open them.

“It’s morning, darling,” I say, “and we’re in a spot of trouble.”

Sarcasm is more than evident in my words, but it doesn’t seem to phase him. Instead, Peeta lazily opens his eyes and peers up at me, the blue startling against the white sheets.

I force myself not to let my eyes wander down the expanse of naked skin peeking out of the covers, just a taste of what lies beneath.

My body aches this morning in a thorough, satisfying way. I’d no idea being made love to would be so exquisite; the experience had not been a painful one as I’d heard the rumors say losing one’s maidenhead could be.

It was beautiful.

Beautiful? How could I describe anything involving Lord Peeta as beautiful? I despise him.

Heat creeps up my chest and blossoms through my neck and up to my face while Peeta looks over me contentedly, like a cat who’s just given a bowl of cream.

Well, I suppose he is not so bad, I decide. He has at least one redeeming quality, it seems.

Despite my lack of experience in such matters, Peeta was quite a generous lover. Very skillful and gentle. So long as he keeps his mouth shut, I feel he and I could get along splendidly.

Peeta sits up finally, stretching his legs beneath the covers and matching my position on the mattress. I look away when the blanket falls around his hips, leaving his well-formed upper half uncovered.

I’m afraid I will be quite distracted with thoughts of last night if I keep my eyes on him.

“I was supposed to go before morning, wasn’t I?” Peeta asks quietly.

“Yes,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

Peeta ruffles his hair. “Have we been discovered?”

This time I nod in the affirmative. Such an indescribable mix of emotions is warring in my chest that I cannot speak. I’m finding it quite hard to breathe as the enormity of what I have done settles over me.

Peeta lets out a great sigh, and I glance his way again.

“I suppose we’ll have to marry then,” he says, turning towards me.

“What?”

Is her serious? He despises me.

“You hate me,” I say.

Peeta gets a strange look on his face. “I don’t hate you even a little, Katniss. Quite the opposite. But the question is- do you think so little of me, do you hate me?” he laughs at himself. “Wait, perhaps I don’t want you to answer that; one way or the other, I think we shall have to marry, or society will be through with us.”

“Peeta.”

“I prefer to pretend that you like me a little bit longer, I think.”

I’m surprised by his admissions, so much so that I find myself answering him truthfully. “As much as I thought I disliked you greatly, I now realize that’s not true. You infuriate me, and I don’t agree with many of the things you do, but I don’t hate you either. I enjoy discussing things with you; I enjoy laughing with you,” because last night there had been laughter as well as passion, “and I find that I quite like your company.”

“Do you think you could marry me then?” Peeta asks, tone utterly devoid of the self-preservation worn like a cloak around me for years.

I realized the man in bed with me last night and here, right now, was the real Peeta, not the snarling, quarrelsome version of him I was mostly used to encountering.

I nod. “I think that I could. We will fight as cats and dogs do, but we can figure that out later.”

“Will you marry me, then, lady Katniss?”

“Yes,” I say.

I burst out laughing when Peeta lunges across the bed at me. He rolls us over until I am flat on my back, and he’s hovering over me, smiling in a way that makes my heart hurt a little- but not with pain- with happiness.

Oddly enough, this feels right.

“I will marry you.”

#endlessnightlock writes #regency au #part 2 I guess #everlark fanfiction #different tense sorry lol

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ilhoonftw · 2 years

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it boy of the century

#part 2 i guess #btob #sungjae #yook sungjae #btob sungjae #long post

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sasukeanderenfan · 2 years

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Extra

#part 2 i guess #talia al ghul #damian wayne

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elenatries2write · 2 years

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“Hmph! ...I know.”

#dolores madrigal fanart #part 2 i guess #encanto #encanto 2021 #encanto fanart #encanto dolores #dolores madrigal

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cjbwrites · 2 years

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Walburga: *is gaslighting Sirius*

Sirius: stop gaslighting me this is why i hate you!

Walburga: youre making it up

Sirius:

Sirius: you’re literally proving my point

#the marauders #sirius black #marauders era #marauders #part 2 i guess #things my family have said as textposts #walburga black #sirius and walburga #gaslighting #incorrect marauders textposts #headcanons

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kisasan · 1 year

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As I said in previous post, here are the songs that I actually listen to a lot I mean a lot 😅 this year

#youtube #youtube playlist #music playlist #anime music #ado #raon #vocaloid #cover songs #vocaloid cover #anime cover #original song #mainstream music #that’s how my spotify playlist should have looked #The last song that I listen to consistently for obvious reasons for tr manga readers #part 2 i guess #part 2 of my wrapped I guess

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iamvery-confused · 1 year

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Part 2 , IDK

#animaniacs #dot warner #wakko warner #yakko warner #dot fanart #modern au #part 2 i guess #more to come

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triple-asstro · 2 years

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musical masquerade pt.2

The nightlife in New York was vastly different from the daytime. While in the bright rays of the sun, everyone carried on with their day-to-day lives, going to work and occasionally congregating at local bars after their long and tiring day. But at night, a completely different New York took over for only twelve hours underground. But in those twelve hours, anything could happen. Even a glamorous mutant masquerade in one of the Hidden City’s most famous ballrooms wouldn’t be even the weirdest thing that’s happening in New York.

Jasper stiffly adjusted the collar on his blazer, minute waves of nervousness washing over him before entering the lavish foyer, the interior looking like something out of the Titanic. The floor was completely carpeted in a scarlet hue, and everything from the staircases to the trashcans was completely coated in gold, real and fake. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of creatures there, with abnormal features like fish gills and webbed hands. But the thing he was most confused about was why Allison wasn’t there.

A sharp stinging noise echoed across the foyer as Jasper turned his head to see an elegant silver-haired, purple-skinned woman with a piercing gaze and dark blue eyeshadow tapping her elongated finger onto the microphone.

“Heather, I’ve found the target and she’s blabbing about the usual charity crap but I don’t see Alles anywhere,” Jasper said, speaking into his earpiece that was hidden underneath his combed-back hair.

“What? You haven’t seen them anywhere?”

“Nope. That’s what I just said.”

Heather sighed, turning the dial on her telescope to peer into the building and combing through the entire crowd with no sign of a dark-haired smartass in sight. She dug through her bag that was resting on the seat of the car that was parked right across from the lavish event and pulled out her walkie-talkie, pressing the soft red button. “Alles, where are you? Please don’t bail on us... "

“Yeah, Allison... Where the hell are you? "

Suddenly, as the speech was wrapping up its conclusion, immediate darkness enveloped the foyer, leaving the entire crowd in confusion until a bright spotlight focused at the top of the staircase. As a single lilac-coloured heel stepped into the light, quite the sight appeared. It was Allison, her hair tied up into a poofy afro with a black headband securing it into place, and their dress. Oh boy, their dress. It was a holographic mesh that coated their entire body, shining a deep mauve hue and sparkles for the extra measure as it flowed and moved with such elegance and fluidity as a small train of lace followed her arms as she waved towards everyone with a smug grin picked especially for Jasper.

“Heather...”

“Yeah?”

“They picked a hologram dress, of course, she picked a hologram dress!” Jasper groaned into the earpiece as he could hear Heather silently giggle. “I bet ten bucks Don made that for her.”

“Oh definitely...” Jasper gritted, his British accent becoming more prominent than before as Allison waved to the shocked crowd before walking down the felted staircase and quickly shuffling towards him as Jasper leaned on the fruit punch table.

“So? Pretty awesome, right? I even brought my purse with a lighter and knife to get more into character.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“Why? That I totally outshine your outfit? " Allison chuckled, pulling down her masquerade mask and revealing her purple futuristic eyeshadow and eyeliner shining through her dark skin. Jasper turned his head away and gave a quiet nod. “Hey, it’s alright. I think your outfit isn’t that bad either. Perfect to attract your little boyfriend. "

“Huh? He’s not my boyfriend! Leo and I aren’t like that.”

Allison’s eyebrows rose. “I didn’t say anything about him.”

“I-”

“Okay, I expected that you were gay but the turtle part is really what shocked me but it’s alright. I’ll confide your secret crush a secret.”

“I could say the same for you-, anyway did you have to do that?!” Jasper strained. “Now we’ve got every eye in this party on us!”

“Jasper, how many bricks were dropped on your head as a child? You’re right, we’ve got every single eye in this place on us. Including Mama. Ergo, we’ve piqued her interest. But we need something more than just a sudden entrance”

His face suddenly was hit with realization as he grabbed a can of Monster Energy from his bag and began to pour the liquid into a nearby soda stream.

“Oh…”

“Yeah and-” Allison paused. “Did-did you just put monster energy in the fuckin’ SodaStream?”

“Yes…”

“I- why? That’s like trying to make someone like me pretty just by letting my hair down.” Allison asked but before she could get an answer, all the lights were dimmed and an upbeat song started to echo out of the speakers. With a sudden burst of energy, Allison shot a mischievous grin toward Jasper before seeing an auburn flash approach them in a pastel pink gown and orange eyeshadow with white liner boldening it, clicking her heels rapidly.

“Hey, guys! Nice party going on here, can I join?”

“Yes, you may Heather.”

“You know what Heaths? Yeah, let’s party! Why the hell not?!” Allison said as the music began to ramp up and she grabbed Jasper’s hand, leading him into the middle of the foyer as Heather observed them from the punch table.

Let's get loud, let's get loud. Turn the music up, let's do it C'mon, people, let's get loud, let's get loud Turn the music up to hear that sound

Allison felt the bass bumping through their body as she effortlessly swayed their hips and shimmied her chest towards Jasper, a carefree and smug grin plastered on her face. With a heavy sigh, Jasper began to copy the movements as he grabbed their hand and spun them around and around, making the room effortlessly spin.

Life's a party, make it hot Dance don't ever stop, whatever rhythm. Every minute, every day Take them all the way, you gotta live 'em ('cause I'ma to live my life) Let's get loud (pump it up!)

“Oh? Mr. Distinguished Prince’s trying to tango with me?” Allison smugly whispered.

“At least I’m distinguished and not a deranged cannon…” Jasper muttered as Allison scrunched her eyebrows together but still kept a smug smile. In her mind, they kept repeating a certain rhythm in her head. Spin around with their hands raised high. Shake the shoulders. Circle around Jasper like a hawk circling its meal. Why hadn’t she done this more often? She hadn’t a single clue. As the instrumental kicked in, the rhythm took complete control of Allison as they shuffled, changing the balls of her feet, towards him and grabbed his hand before stepping back and leading Jasper to twirl them into a dip in which Allison kicked up her legs and landed in a split. The song halted everyone in their tracks until the entire crowd started to applaud Jasper and Allison.

“It’s surprising to see you this outgoing and when could you do the splits?” Jasper whispered, lifting Allison from the ground, shaking her hands in excitement and happiness and with a smug look on their face.

“Oh, I can’t.”

“..What?”

“I can’t do the splits and it feels like my legs are burning and aching.” Allison chuckled before they spotted the silver-haired woman sneak into an elevator that went upstairs. Allison quickly tapped on Heather’s shoulder, tilting her head towards the direction of the stairs and Heather responded with a simple nod before they both pushed and shoved through the crowd and made their way into the elevator.

“Jasp, we’re following the lady with the intense shoulder pads and blue bodycon dress. We think she might be the target.” Allison said, speaking into the walkie-talkie covered in worn-out space stickers.

“No, she is the target, Allison.”

Allison slightly raised her eyebrows before facing Heather, who gave a friendly nod of approval.

“Oh. Didn’t you tell me that?”

“I was more concerned with the fact that Heather forgot a whole bag of potatoes in the van.”

“Okay but- wait, Heather how the fuck do you forget a bag of potatoes in the car?!” they said, giving a mix of confused and irritated eyes to Heather who simply looked confused.

“I didn’t! Jasper, that was probably you.” Heather quipped, clenching her hands and hesitating on Jasper’s answer.

“I personally think I would remember if I left an entire bag of potatoes in the car!”

“Can we please stop this conversation now? We’re almost-”

#rottmnt oc #rottmnt #fanficton #rottmnt fanfiction #part 2 i guess #rottmnt donnie #big mama rottmnt #my ocs #save rottmnt #fic writing #writing

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xericxero · 2 years

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This is my oc Embr

#oc artwork #one piece oc #transgender #trans male #one piece #lunarian #drawing #part 2 i guess

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skylife15 · 2 years

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Another day, another opportunity to learn something new. At least that's what Red Diamond told me. I'm starting to think that's a lie, because, I refuse to believe that someone can have so much information.

Sitting on a chair that had splinters I could hear Sensei talking, but I wasn't able to focus. I think that might be, because they are teaching boring stuff. Oh right. Sensei is a he as Red Diamond told me. Apparently things have genders. What a surprise.

Observing the presented material, I could only guess I'll have to know it by heart. Can't someone else do it? I can't see myself benefitting from learning math. Oh well.

Sensei did say that we are basically eternal beings, because of our unique structure that can be put back together if it breaks. Go figure. Does that mean I can just break myself and get put back together after 1000 years? Sounds like something I'd like to do if I can escape this thing called education.

From the corner of the unfinished wall that could fall apart any second, I can see Red Diamond looking in my direction. Do they wish to ask me something?

Red Diamond noticing that I saw them scurried away. Huh? Wait, why? I'd love to get taken away from this literal torture on my skin.

Refocusing my attention on Sensei he looked as patient as ever. How admirable. Did he even notice how I wasn't paying attention to him for a while? From the way the sun was shining down on Sensei, I couldn't even tell. He looked near falling asleep.

"Alright, finishing today's lesson you'll have to memorize these words." Words like a breeze fell upon me. Sensei didn't even blink twice and turned around to leave.

A croak tried to escape from my newly formed mouth, but stopped. Still that did stop Sensei as he started to analyse me.

Bruh. Is this the price you pay for your body betraying you? It was like someone took me by the strings and played me like a doll. If anyone did do that I would cut the strings and use them to choke the object in question.

Seemed satisfied with whatever he saw inside my flawless structure they told me to call a body, he left.

I sighed and tried to use my voice strings. All that happened was my throat closing up on me. I mean. They did say to not force it, because it might backfire.

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Today I got to do a wonderful thing. Walking! My bro, my dude this is the worst thing by far in existence. Even studying seems like a walk in the park now.

My limbs twisting in every direction except how they're supposed to be is stupid. Even I could feel the way Red Diamond was snickering behind Sensei.

I bet they thought this was funny with their shiny little head.

Sensei was like a few meters away from me coaching me like a newborn animal. How ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Still looked stoic as ever.

Putting down my right leg in front me, I fell down and tasted the disgusting feeling of sand in my mouth. Trembling I got up again and this time, I put down my left leg. Surprise, surprise, I ate sand again.

Even Red Diamond was hysterically laughing now. Fluorite was nowhere in sight, apparently they like to be left alone to their own devices. Understandable. What I would do to be left alone right now.

I glared at Red Diamond making them laugh harder. At least their hair was shiny, compensating their lack of understand my misery.

This continued on for a few hours and for all this time Sensei was being a calm teacher that I suspect was sleeping and Red Diamond who was having way too much fun at my dispense. At least I learned to walk in a straight line for a few horrible meters.

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Apparently food is a no go in this lifetime. I got explained that my body is so 'unique' that I feed off the sun so food can make me sick. What a shame, because I liked to eat sand and feel the crunch in my mouth. Still got scolded by Sensei for not listening to him.

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I'm officially 100 days old and the environment is becoming something out of deepest depths of an ocean. The sun was shining less making me feel like I want to fall off a cliff. The magnificent shade of green on the grass was getting obliterated by temperatures getting colder. In that moment I decided I dislike the cold as it ruins nature's beauty.

I could see the way Red Diamond was more slow around this time. Sensei was sleeping more even if he tried to fool me in to thinking he was meditating. A foul attempt to redirect me.

Still. Even if the environment was getting tarnished by nature's natural course, I still had to learn a thing called history. About Lunarians. The most boring stuff I heard in my measly 100 days of being alive.

Apparently they pop up out of nowhere in the sky and try to steal our perfect bodies, because they're jealous and want us as jewelry. Crazy, I know. Another fact is that those crazy people only show up when it's sunny. I'm starting to think they are spoiled brats.

Sensei scolded me after that. I didn't even say anything, because I'm unable to.

So. Because of those lunatics called Lunarians, I will have to learn a thing called fighting to diss them and flex my superiority by killing them. That actually sounded fun until. Until. They said for fighting i need to manipulative my body and make it flexible as to not get hit, cracked or destroyed and get taken away to the moon.

If i had tears. I would have been crying. I still only know how to walk a few meters. Ya'll I'm suspicious about their brains.

As Red Diamond was sitting next to me like a pretty gem, they explained to me how going to the moon is a thing that I should make sure happens to no one. Well.... I can't talk. Did they expect me to talk back?

Their eyes widened a bit as their smile fell a bit and I felt my non-existent heart get beaten with a stick.

I pat their back and smiled at them to reassure their sad face. I still was confused on the fact about being taken to the moon. Nobody has gotten taken away like a sack of potatoes.

Sensing my questionable gaze Red Diamond took my long braids out and started to remake them, "Well, one day there will be born a gem that you might cherish and you wouldn't want them to disappear, wouldn't you?"

Seeing as I didn't get their point Red Diamond ignored me, "I wouldn't wish for you to go so it's a precaution Sensei is teaching us to live by."

I looked at them like they just stomped on pristine grass in front of me. So I bet they got confused when I bore my eyes into their pretty face.

Looking at me with focused eyes, "You know, I can't wait to hear you start talking." Their smile blinded me. Very cute.

After they finished messing with my hair they left with a small wave and a promise to come back very soon. How considerate of them, I thought.

A gem I would cherish in the future? Sounds interesting, I hope to experience a day like that soon enough.

#part 2 i guess #houseki no kuni #red diamond #hnk diamond #fanfic #writing #hnk ocs #original character #land of lustrous #land of the lustrous #kongo sensei

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