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thelastspeecher · 1 year

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Stanuary '23 - Week 2: Connection

Last Stanuary, I hadn't created the particular AU this prompt takes place in yet. But it's quickly become one of my favorites, so naturally I had to use it! What is it? Why, it's my Accidental Abduction AU, where Stan gets accidentally abducted by aliens shortly after getting kicked out and just sorta decides to stay on the alien planet.

For this prompt, I wasn't just inspired by the main "Connection" one, but also by the sub-prompts of "Father Figure" and "Twins".

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Stan slammed down his hand.

“Read ‘em and weep,” he crowed proudly. The father of the alien family Stan was staying with, whom Stan had nicknamed Merle, looked at the cards Stan had laid on the table.

“What is this one, again?” he asked.

“A full house.”

“Full house…” Merle mumbled to himself as he checked the notes Stan had given him. After discovering that he had a deck of cards in the Stanleymobile, Stan insisted on teaching the alien family how to play card games with him. The alien children were busy with school, so right now he was teaching the alien parents. It was slow going; card games apparently weren’t a thing in their culture. Luckily, the alien parents worked from home, so they had time to sink into learning poker.

But after getting the game ruined multiple times because Merle or his wife had to ask Stan what their hand was, Stan wrote up some notes for them to follow during the game. Merle had been exceedingly proud of it, commenting that Stan was learning how to write in their language much quicker than most.

“Hmm. Yes, I concede,” Merle said, setting his cards down. Stan grinned. “I cannot help but wonder how much of these games you have been making up as we go. You win every single time!” Though Stan was picking up the alien language in its written form, he was struggling to understand it when spoken, so he had to use his translator. The translator worked well, but made the aliens sound formal to the point of robotic.

“Nah, that’s how it was back on Earth, too,” Stan said breezily. Merle chuckled. His wife, whom Stan had given the Earth nickname Sally, walked into the living room. She kissed Merle on the cheek and ruffled Stan’s hair.

“How is your Earth game coming along?” she asked.

“Stan beat me again,” Merle replied. Sally laughed. “We should see if your mother wants to play with him.”

“Oh! That is an excellent idea,” Sally said. She frowned. “I do not know why I did not think of it myself.” Sally gently tapped Stan’s back. “Up, Stan. It is time to make midday meal.”

“I’m getting up, I’m getting up,” Stan grumbled. He got up from his chair, as did Merle. Merle smiled at him. When Stan was first abducted, he’d been terrified by the aliens’ needle-like and very large teeth. Now, however, the sight was normal. “What are we making today, Merle?”

“An exotic delicacy with ingredients that are difficult to find and very expensive,” Merle replied. Stan winced.

“Uh, do you really want me to help cook, then?” he asked. “I’m pretty new to this.” Something that had surprised Stan about the alien culture was that males typically prepared meals. The culture as a whole didn’t seem to have very firm gender roles, which made this lingering one particularly odd to Stan. But as a male, Stan was expected to pitch in with cooking.

“You will want to participate,” Merle said firmly. Stan followed him to the kitchen. “The recipe is on the top shelf,” Merle said, rummaging through cabinets for cookware.

“Great,” Stan muttered. He grabbed his stepstool. Even the shortest of the aliens, like the ones he’d named Lute and Angie, were at least a foot taller than Stan. He’d been given a stepstool after accidentally injuring himself early on trying to get something out of his reach. Stan set the stepstool down and climbed onto it. The recipes were stored in what looked like very thick floppy disks. On the top shelf, there was only one recipe. Stan grabbed the disk and climbed back down. Merle emerged from the cabinets with a skillet and large baking dish. “So, what are we making?” Stan asked again. Merle smiled.

“Why do you not tell me?” he said cheekily. Stan looked down at the recipe disk. He placed it on the counter and pressed a button on the side. Promptly, a hologram flickered to life above the disk. Stan squinted at the writing.

“I think I recognize the word parthok.” Parthok were the fluffy sheep-like creatures that the alien family had been tending to when they were in Earth’s solar system and accidentally abducted Stan. It had been explained to Stan that parthok migrated but would get lost on their way home if they didn’t have help.

“Yes, parthok is part of the recipe.”

“And…” Stan squinted further. “Does that say ‘covered stew’?”

“Correct!” Merle frowned at Stan. “Why have you made your eyes smaller?”

“Sometimes this hologram stuff is tough to read.”

“Hmm. Perhaps we should take you to the physician,” Merle said. “Poor eyesight is, as I understand it, common in humans.”

“Pfft, like there’s anyone on this planet who can be a human doctor,” Stan scoffed. Merle smiled. “…Is there?”

“Darling!” Merle called. Sally poked her head in the kitchen. “Please call the physician your mother recommended. Stan should get his eyes examined.”

“Honestly, he should have a full examination,” Sally said. “We should have called the physician the moment we arrived, rather than blindly trusting Stan to tell us if he was injured or ill.”

“I’ve told you the truth!” Stan protested. “…Mostly.” Merle chortled and thumped Stan on the back.

“Of course you have kept some from us! You act like the juvenile you are, Stan.”

“The physician will also be able to give us some more guidance in human care,” Sally said. “My mother has been very helpful, but after so long, she has forgotten much.” Sally’s gaze landed on the recipe on the counter. Her eyes widened. “Are you making my mother’s parthok covered stew recipe?” she asked.

“Yes. I felt that it might drag Stan out of his somber mood somewhat. He has been so glum lately, with the children at the educational facility and the weather so poor.”

“He’s also right here,” Stan muttered, crossing his arms. “What makes this parthok covered stew so good, anyways?” Sally and Merle exchanged a look.

“Well, the first thing would be that it has a different name,” Sally said. Stan frowned, confused. “My mother translated it as best she could, but the original name is…” Sally furrowed her brow in concentration. “Shepherd’s pie.” Stan’s eyes widened.

“That’s- that’s an Earth recipe,” he said. Sally nodded. “Why does your mom have an Earth recipe?”

“Because Earth is her home planet,” Sally said softly. Stan’s jaw dropped. “I am…half-human.”

“No way,” Stan breathed. “That one guy said that people on this planet haven’t accidentally abducted humans before me, though!”

“My mother was a purposeful abduction. She was collected from Earth to be sold. Much like those scoundrels who attempted to take you at the market.”

“Holy shit,” Stan whispered.

“By the time my mother was rescued, she opted to stay on this planet. She had been entrenched in our culture so long that she felt she would do poorly on Earth. Not to mention, she greatly appreciated that the female inhabitants of this planet had more freedoms than the females of Earth.”

“Yeah, that checks out,” Stan muttered, thinking about the arguments his father had with his mother. He cleared his throat. “Now it makes sense why you keep talking about your mom when something human comes up.” He could still remember the aliens panicking when he caught an illness normally mild in their species. When his symptoms took a turn for the worse, Angie and Lute mentioned that their mother was calling their grandmother practically every hour for advice.

Back then, I thought it was just ‘cause grandmas know what to do when someone gets sick. But Sally’s mom must’ve gotten that illness and had it hit her hard, too.

“Yes, well…” Sally shook a finger at Stan playfully. “Do not try to distract me from setting up an appointment with the physician any longer. I know how juveniles will do all they can to avoid seeing the physician.” She disappeared back into the living room. Stan looked at Merle.

“There’s really a doctor on this planet that knows how to take care of humans?” he asked. Merle nodded.

“There are very few humans on this planet, but on some planets, they are far more common. The physician we will take you to has had training on other planets. He even has experience tending to hybrids.”

“Huh. I guess that’s kinda cool?” Stan said after a moment.

“Before our children were born, Sally and I got into contact with this physician,” Merle said. He opened the cooler-like box that perishable goods were stored in. As Merle handed Stan various ingredients, Stan set them on the counter. “After all, our children would be hybrids, and we wanted to be prepared for any problems caused by that.” Merle closed the cooler’s lid. Stan set down the last ingredient he’d been handed, a package of parthok meat.

“Your kids are hybrids?”

“Yes. They are a quarter-human.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Luckily, the children had no problems caused by their hybrid nature.” Merle grabbed a knife from a drawer and rapped the counter twice. The counter hardened to become like a cutting board. “Please rinse the vegetables.”

“Yep.” Stan brought the vegetables over to the sink and began to wash them off.

“In fact, strangers do not typically notice the children are hybrids,” Merle continued. “With the exception of Angie and Lute, of course. Their human heritage shows in their stature.” Merle chuckled softly. “I feel confident saying that the only individuals on this planet shorter than them are more human than they are.”

“Sally’s pretty tall.”

“She gets that from her father,” Merle replied. Stan brought the vegetables back to Merle. Merle had set aside a knife for him to use as well. Stan grabbed a rom, his favorite vegetable on the alien planet. It looked like a bright red potato but tasted like caramelized onions. He began to peel it.

“Kinda stinks Angie and Lute didn’t get any of that height.”

“I think my genetics are to blame in that regard,” Merle said. He was an eighth child, and the shortest of them all. Stan met Merle’s very tall family at a holiday gathering a few weeks ago, where he had been the center of attention. Every one of Merle’s relatives had been fascinated by the human in their midst. “I was just glad that all the children had twins.”

“Why?” Stan asked. He set aside the rom peel and pressed the counter. A hole opened up underneath the rom peel, allowing it to fall into the trash. Stan started dicing the rom.

“You have not been told, have you?” Merle said. Stan looked at him.

“Told what?”

“My species never has one offspring at a time. It is always at least two. Sometimes it is more than two, but never less.” Merle sighed. He brushed aside the scraps from his own vegetable. “Poor Sally. Because her mother was human, she was not guaranteed a twin. And she did not get one. Her other siblings did. But not her.”

“…Oh.”

“We were so worried our children would suffer the same fate. Sally was distraught at the idea. To grow up the only one on the entire planet without a twin? It was…traumatizing to her. Much of our culture is based around the fact we are with someone from the moment we are born. She was shut out of so many things. But thankfully, our children never had to experience such a horror.” Merle looked at Stan. “Though now it seems those fears about taking care of someone without a twin have come to pass.”

“I mean…” Stan mumbled. He looked down at the partially chopped rom. “I’ve got a twin. On Earth.”

“Really?!” Merle gasped. Stan nodded. “You seem fine separated from them, but that makes no sense.”

“It’s- it’s complicated. I don’t wanna get into it.”

“Twins have a sacred bond.”

“Yeah, well, my twin sorta screwed up that bond,” Stan snapped. “After what he did, I might as well not have a twin. Hell, as far as I’m concerned, I don’t.” A silence fell. Just as it was stretching long enough to feel awkward, Merle spoke.

“This family is truly the best place for you.”

“‘Cause you guys know about humans,” Stan muttered. He finished dicing the rom.

“Yes, but it is more than that,” Merle said slowly. Stan looked at him. “We are not the most, how should I phrase it? Average family. Angie and Lute are short. My son you have yet to meet, he is the first of our species to ever live on Earth full-time. My other children similarly defy what is typical. Even my wife does so, as she has no twin.” Merle smiled at Stan. “And neither do you.” Merle handed Stan another vegetable to chop. Stan placed it on the counter. He blinked in surprise when he got a closer look at it.

“Where’d you find carrots?” he asked.

“I told you that this recipe has strange ingredients.”

“Carrots aren’t strange.”

“On Earth, no.” Merle tweaked Stan’s nose. “But remember, Stanley, you are not on Earth anymore.”

#Stanuary #Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Accidental Abduction AU #Stanley Pines #Ma McGucket #Pa McGucket #McGucket Family #my writing #my stuff #ficlet #(I threw in a little bit more exposition than usual to make sure things Make Sense #to people who might not have come across this AU of mine before)#speecher speaks

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versadies · 2 years

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Hi, and congrats on 3k you 1 000 000% deserve it, well done ! <3

Could I please get mixed yakisoba, sticky honey roast, mint jelly and pop’s teas, dango milk and mustard?

Thanks and again, congrats on the milestone 💖 (p.s: this event is so cute but it made me so hungry for no reason lmfao 😭)

stumbling words — arataki itto x gn!kamisato!reader

‿୨♡୧‿︵ BON APETIT MY FELLOW CUSTOMER ! ︵‿୨♡୧‿

name of order. STUMBLING WORDS

date. arataki itto (w/ gn!kamisato!reader)

receipt. mixed yakisoba (arataki itto) + sticky honey roast (friends to lovers) + mint jelly and pop’s teas (fluff/comfort) + dango milk (normal au) + mustard (drabble)

spices. fluff/comfort (the only thing comforting here is the wholesomeness), friends to lovers trope, wholesome, this fic supports itto being super nervous around his crush hc, no cw

ingredients. in which itto asks traveler to help him with something unexpected… asking you out on a date to go to a festival.

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chef’s note. tysm comrade !! i’m very delighted to know that you think of my event theme as such. i honestly got hungry too when i made the prompts 💀💀💀

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the oni’s wingman

“...i’m sorry, what?” aether asks, not believing what the oni had just asked him as paimon’s mouth opens agape. in all honesty, when itto had asked the traveler to help him with something, he expected that he’ll be hunting more onikabutos,

but this? this is much more than just onikabutos.

itto scratches the back of his head with a nervous chuckle, hues of red are visible on his face. “w-well uh, you see… this is sorta like, my first time and i really, really don’t want to mess things up, and you’re the only person who i can talk to about this – could you help me ask y/n out on a date to the festival?”

aether blinked a few times.

“...y/n? you mean the y/n kamisato?”

it’s not the fact that itto somehow fell in love with you, the second sibling of the kamisato clan, that surprised the honorary knight. it’s the fact that someone could make the arataki itto become a flustered mess that surprised him.

itto nods in response, his smile reaches up to his eyes from you being mentioned. “yes. you’re the only person i can think of who knows them a lot and i think it’d be great if you help me, y’know, like a wingman?”

“what do we get in return?” paimon asks, crossing her arms.

“..a treat from me?” itto said hesitantly. although the way he said it was doubtful, aether paid no mind to it. if there’s one thing he knows about itto, he’s quite a genuine person. so when he says he’ll treat aether and paimon in a hesitant tone, it’s not because he’s hesitant on treating them, but because of the fact he isn’t sure if he has the finance for it.

oh well, free food is free food.

paimon could care less as well, her eyes brightening from itto’s response. “say no more! we’ll make sure you’ll ask y/n in no time!” she exclaims, flying around the oni happily, who sighed in relief.

“you have my thanks, sunshine! when can we do it?”

aether and paimon immediately shoot each other a look. now that they think about it, it seems as though the universe is on itto’s side. they were basically done with everything they had to do for the day and are free to do whatever they want… not to mention the fact that thoma told them you’re free from your duties in the clan as well when they had asked how you and ayaka are.

the traveler’s mouth twitches up. “how do you feel about today?”

it didn’t take long for aether and paimon to find you in inazuma city.

however, what took long was them helping itto practice asking you out on a date. if traveler could earn a mora each time the oni brushes his hair profusely before continuing to practice, he would’ve been possibly richer than diluc ragnvindr himself.

it’s sort of endearing, to be quite frank. the oni claimed that he’s your bestest friend in the whole world and will be the bestest boyfriend you’ll ever get, only to instantly turn into a blushing mess when he realized what he just said.

now that they both think about the ridiculous number of times when itto messed his confession up, only celestia can tell if itto could pull this off.

when they spotted you eating at shimura’s restaurant, they instantly gesture itto to quickly come up to you and ask you out, immediately hiding behind the building that’s not too far away from where you are and allow them to listen to your conversation.

“h..hey y/n!” itto called, causing you to look away from your food and turn to itto’s direction with brightened eyes.

“oh, hey itto, it’s good to see you!” you ask, stopping yourself from eating your meal first when you spotted the oni. “are you here to eat dinner as well?”

he froze for a moment. this is not what he practiced with traveler and paimon at all!

“uh, n.. no– i mean, yes?”

hearing “yes” as his response caused you to excitedly gestured to him to sit down on the empty stool-chair that’s next to yours. “you can sit next to me if you want? i was starting to eat.” you said.

in panic, itto turns around to where aether and paimon are hiding, causing them to panic as well and motion him to do what you asked. they honestly didn’t care how certain onlookers noticed the honorary knight’s presence, eyeing them strangely at the sight of him and paimon hiding behind the building.

“thanks, i uh, appreciate it..?” itto spoke, sitting down next to you. wait, is his hair okay? did he put in enough perfume or did he put in too much? crap, what was he supposed to say again?!

“it’s no problem, really. it’s always better to eat food with someone instead of eating alone, right?” you replied with a small laugh, causing itto to laugh harder out of awkwardness.

it truly amazes aether how you didn’t shoot itto a strange look from his reactions, but it’s safe to say he and paimon knew things would not go well, especially since itto looks like he’s about to have a bean allergy attack.

itto then clears his throat, wiping his hands on his lap nervously. “so uh, y/n,”

you gave him a curious look on your face. “yes?”

“i was lying, actually. i-i didn’t really come here to eat dinner, i’m here to uh, tell you something..” he said, scratching the back of his head.

your expression immediately changes to concern. “oh dear, did something happen? you can tell me anything, i’m your bestest friend, after all!”

ouch, he did not just get friend-zoned!

itto chuckles nervously. should he really shoot it? what if you only see him as truly a friend and not something more unlike how he sees you?

he glances once more at the traveler's direction, and the blonde-haired man doesn't hesitate to profusely gesture to him to continue as paimon gives him a thumbs-up in encouragement.

he then remembers what they told him before he was sent away to where you are.

“if you feel a lot nervous and can’t find yourself to do it, then all of our efforts are a waste!” paimon replied when itto had asked them what happens if he can’t do it. ��i’m sure y/n will accept it, you’re a great guy!”

aether nods in agreement, giving the tall man an encouraging pat on the back. “paimon’s right, i’m sure y/n wouldn’t reject you. who would even reject the number one oni?” he said, trying not to show the cringe look on his face when he called itto the number one oni.

nevertheless, it didn’t matter to itto if aether cringed from such title. it was enough to make him feel confident. sunshine is right, the oni thought. i am the number one oni! i can do this!

itto immediately looks back at you, who’s still staring at him in concern.

“well uhm, i know this might sound like a surprise, but i just wanted to ask if you’d uh…”

you tilt your head, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “if i’d…?”

itto feels his cheeks warming up. no, he can’t yield to his nervousness! he needs to get it together!

“i-if you’d uh… uhhh…”

someone is killing him now.

aether immediately gives himself a face-palm. out of all the times itto could’ve stumbled over his words, it had to be the time when he’s actually going to confess!

paimon lets out an irritated noise. “that’s it! i’ll do this myself–”

before the honorary knight’s companion could even take one move forward, the two instantly heard you laughing, causing aether and paimon to freeze.

…huh?

it’s safe to say that itto copied the same reaction. why are you laughing? does he look that humiliating–?!

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry for laughing!” you said, trying to refrain yourself from laughing. “it took you long enough to actually ask me out to go to that festival.”

itto, aether, and paimon’s eyes went wide from your words, taken back by surprise.

…you knew this whole time?

“...w-wait, you knew?!” itto exclaims, paying no mind to how some people passing by gave him a strange look for his loud outburst. “how?! i didn’t even say anything – can you read minds?”

you laughed once more, wiping a small tear from your eye. “itto, i was in uyuu restaurant when you told the traveler about it. all of you were quite loud enough for me to overhear from another room.” you explained.

itto could tell his ears turned redder. how embarrassing, you knew all along because of his loud mouth!

you then pat his shoulder. “you really didn’t have to practice for the whole morning and afternoon just for me. i’d still accept your offer even if you’re just stuttering the whole time.” you said reassuringly.

his heart fluttered. he praises the gods above for letting him meet a person like you. however, his lovestruck expression immediately falls when he realizes what you also had just said.

“wait, so that means you’ll.. g-go out with me?!”

you hummed, your smile reached up to your eyes. “of course.”

itto immediately stands up, punching the air above with his fist. “aw yeah! i knew you’d say yes!”

you watched in amusement as itto calls over aether and paimon, who both flinch when they hear the oni’s loud voice calling out to them and expose their hiding spot.

“hey guys! did you hear?! they said yes!” he yelled, letting out “whoop! whoop!” sounds.

before aether and paimon could say anything, someone else had beaten them to it.

“let’s go, boss!” one of the arataki gang members cheered as he came out from a bush, followed by another member of itto’s gang to come out from his hiding spot and the next. “we knew you’d rock it! we’ll make sure to leave you love-birds alone today!”

what the hell… aether thought to himself with wide eyes. how long were they hiding there?!

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imagine--if · 2 years

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Riddler x Vigilante!reader where the reader is really good at fighting and Edward gets heart eyes when she takes down others *cough* batman *cough*. (Can they also help when he kills people with experience in fighting as well?) I love your writing and stuff ok thank you🧍🏻‍♀️

I’m days away from properly releasing my Dano!Riddler x Super/Vigilante fic 😄👏 the first part will be up very soon, so it’ll definitely answer the many requests for it 💚 I've just finished off all my art coursework for final exams, so I've got more time to focus on full fics like this now 😅 It actually took me ages to come up with a hero name and traits for the reader, but I'm settled on Hope... I don't know, I think it's pretty cool, but you sorta have to read the fic to get it and not judge its simplicity lmao 😌 Here’s a preview of the beginning!! Enjoy 🥰 Can I just say that the font I found to do this is so cool

To My Hope; Preview Words: 1689

Thursday, October 31st.

You usually take the 'day shift', as Vengeance is always the shadows of Gotham's streets under the cover of the night's darkness. The people of Gotham know who you both are, as vigilantes, but in slightly different lights. There's The Batman, a dark and mysterious character you never see coming, someone who can scare off the toughest of thugs just by seeing his symbol highlighting the sky with a hollow circle, a bat in its centre. He's Vengeance, something fitting that he identifies himself as too, prepared to fight whatever and whoever persists in disturbing the peace, causing chaos, causing violence.

Of course, the violence and chaos still run rampant, but with Batman around, there are very few who dare to carry on through the night. He has terror on his side. You, on the other hand, have odd admiration and support.

Maybe it's the way you go about things, with your pure white suit outlined in gold, the hood that covers your head and goes perfectly over the top half of your face not quite as menacing as Vengeance's darkness and destruction. You're out in pure daylight most of the time, on rooftops, too high to be noticed, ready to jump down and stop the threats and attacks. Fight off the gang who's messing with a vulnerable older woman, then give her a hand up and get her home safely, smiling and waving at the stunned faces who see you leaving the scene with a friendly grin.

They called you Hope after just a few weeks. And that fits perfectly. That's what you want to be, Hope, because without hope, there's no strength to carry on persevering and believing in better. But no one knows who you truly are as a normal citizen of Gotham, the same as them not knowing who Vengeance is under his mask.

It's a surprise to everyone that you and The Batman get along. Truthfully, you and he made the decision to be vigilantes together. Bruce Wayne and yourself have had a brother-sister relationship for as long as you can remember. You share similar pains and understand each other without too many words. He's exactly like a fiercely protective and trustworthy brother, and you're the positive and determined sibling, practically opposites, but it works for you, always had.

But it's Halloween today, which means a lot more petty crimes and daring attempts of disorder and fighting. So you're both out tonight, stopping a gang from the subway from beating down a random man who got off the train at the wrong time. A younger boy is the last one left in the end, staring up at you and Batman with wide brown eyes, and you give him a small, sympathetic smile, as if to say, "This isn't the way to live your life, is it, really?" He seems to get it, and stumbles backwards onto his feet before sprinting off. You watch after him with an unfocused gaze, and The Batman nudges you from your side.

"What's wrong?"

You frown, shaking your head. "Nothing. It was just something I did yesterday. Well, someone I helped out."

"You saved their life," he assumed. "They were probably starstruck that they got to meet Hope."

But you shake your head again. "No, it wasn't like that."

It really wasn't. It was an incident similar to the one you had just come across tonight: you were just finishing up, ready to get back home and call it a day in the late afternoon, when a man walking with his head down was suddenly yanked from the main street into an alleyway. You were quick to spot the action, easily overpowering the young, drunk thugs demanding money, and the man you had saved watched in complete awe the whole time.

You just can't seem to forget that look.

Round green eyes behind clear-rimmed glasses, neat, soft bronze locks, simple clothes under his jacket. But he had stared at you while you fought in absolute wonder, his mouth open in disbelief. You had smiled at him warmly, taking his hand and pulling him up.

"You alright?"

And he'd simply stared at you for another long moment, before nodding slowly, stunned.

"I'm alright," he breathed, his eyes wandering your hidden face, a smile tugging at his lips that grew with the next comment. "You're Hope."

"That's me," you'd agreed with a smirk. "And you're a bit hurt, aren't you? If it's not too serious, you should probably go home and patch anything up. So, it was nice meeting you...?"

"Edward," the man had responded instantly. "I'm Edward."

"Nice meeting you, then, Edward," you replied with a smile. "I love your glasses."

Edward's cheeks dusted pink, and his smile twitched in shyness as he looked down. "Thanks."

"I should get going," you told him with a nod. "See you around!"

And Edward had looked back up with a mixed, unreadable, intense look in his eye, his smile matching it almost unsettlingly.

"You will, Hope."

And that was it. Why what he'd said and how he said it is confusing you at this point seems stupid to you now, and you brush it off, giving a reassuring smile to Batman.

"Whatever. I guess I'm still getting used to things."

Batman nodded, not entirely convinced, but deciding not to push it. Instead, his dark eyes glide up to the skies to take in the warning sign.

"Come on," he says, and you nod, following him to the rooftop, where James Gordon was waiting impatiently.

"Hope," he addresses you with a weary smile. "Batman. I need you to see something."

That something leads you to the Mayor's house. Or, the late Mayor's house. Because, as you and The Batman walk through the hallways, the FBI and GCPD crowding the rooms and flashing photos make it clear that Don Mitchell is, in fact, dead. Murdered.

You and Batman receive the usual questioning stares from the officers, though some who meet your eye nod approvingly at you. The officer guarding the door to the main room gives you a hesitant glance when Gordon leads the way, but shakes his head and puts a hand out to stop Batman from going any further.

"Woah, woah, woah," he stops him. "Police action."

"He's with me, Officer," Gordon assures him. "So's she."

"Are you kidding me, sir? You're gonna let him in here?"

Vengeance stares at the officer silently, and you watch with an uncertain, halfhearted smile.

"Martinez," James insists, "let them through."

Martinez sighs as he lowers his hand, and they carry on walking into the room. You smile properly at the officer in an attempt of calming him down, and he nods at you in slight approval before glaring at Batman.

"Goddamn freak," you hear him mutter, but you walk on, into the scene.

And, quite frankly, you've never seen anything like this.

It's the Mayor, one of his hands in a paper bag, his head wrapped in silver duct tape, with the red, bloody lettering of 'NO MORE LIES' written on the front.

"What do we know?" Gordon asks one of the detectives, his torch aimed at the once Mayor of Gotham as he snaps his notebook shut. His eyes follow Batman and then you, as you both get a better angle, your brows furrowing and face screwing up in disgust. All over the walls, the same writing of 'LIES' is scribbled

"Detective?" Gordon regains his attention.

"Sorry, Lieutenant," he starts, "we got blunt force trauma. Lacerations on the head. He got hit a lot of times. And hard."

Gordon examined the head with his own torch. "All this blood is from his head?"

"No," the detective continues, stopping abruptly before he bumps into Batman. "Excuse me. Most of it's from his hand." He pulls the paper bag away to reveal Mitchell's cold hand.

"Thumb was severed. Killer may have taken it as a trophy."

"He was alive when it was cut off," Batman observes, and the men look back at him. "Ecchymosis... around the wound."

Cameras flash and snap while you look around, spellbound at the sight. There'd never been anything as bad as this in Gotham. Never like this.

"Security detail downstairs said the family was out trick-or-treating," the lead detective says, "the Mayor was up here alone. Killer may have come through the skylight."

"You said there were two cards," Gordon asked, and the detective agreed, pulling out two green envelopes.

To The Batman

To My Hope

He opens the first one, where a cartoon image of a skeleton and an owl are on the card.

"From your secret friend," Gordon reads, "Whoo? Haven't a clue? Let's play a game, just me and you. What does a liar do when he's dead?"

"There's a cypher, too," the detective points out, handing him a sheet of paper with an odd type of code written on it in a plastic covering. Gordon hands you the second one when you reach for it, the one addressed to you, and he and the detective watch as you open it, Batman behind you with a focused glare.

It's a card similar to the one for The Batman, but there's a cartoon picture of a girl with a shining halo above her head, hands clasped innocently, big eyes staring. The title reads 'YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN MY ANGEL!'

Your brows twitch in confusion as you open it up, and identical writing to the other card is written inside, this time with a much sweeter riddle, messy hearts scribbled inside.

"Made by God in pairs, separated at birth on Earth, found after years of search, inseparable for the rest of the time. What are we?" you read quietly, and you feel Batman tense from behind you.

"Soulmates," he says under his breath, and you look up at the disturbed, equally confused stares from the detectives. You look back down with a short sigh, studying the writing and looking back at the envelope.

To My Hope...

This killer, whoever they are, might just be making everything a whole lot more difficult. Because this killer, whoever he is... likes you.

Taglist:

@deadlights-darling @tianotfound @mortem-muse @ireadandream @tinyryder @kpopgirlbtssvt @truecobblepot @jessicainhell

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zvnphoria · 3 years

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- how kazutora would act around his crush that is baji’s adoptive sister

a/n - ah i just love kazutora so much and i can’t help but see baji as a brother to me,, i had so much fun making this! and i sorta rushed this because i’m very tired rn but shh

contains - fluff, kazu being cute

such a shy and awkward boy honestly

kazutora’s comfortable with baji because they’re best friends! baji was kazutora’s real friend, of course he’d do anything to repay him.

but around you? he just didn’t know what to say or how to act other than being painfully awkward

the way you both met was very casual

one day kazutora rushed to your apartment to show off to baji the tiger tattoo he got on his neck and he wanted baji to be the first one to see

instead you were the first one to see

when you opened the door, he had a big but hesitant smile on his face because he was nervous baji would think it was too much dedication to his name

(tora means tiger AND kazutora loves tigers if it wasn’t obvious enough)

but when he saw an unfamiliar face in front of him he couldn’t help but feel disappointed and confused

“oh you’re kazutora aren’t you? sorry let me go wake keisuke up,” you say while yawning and walking to your sleeping brother’s room

you ended up throwing your brother out of his room and slamming him on the floor because he is unfortunately a heavy sleeper

baji’s reaction to the tattoo was so over exaggerating you wanted to slap him back to sleep because you were starting to get tired

kazutora sat back and watched your disgusted facial expression and laughed to himself a bit

“hey what’re you laughin’ at?” baji says as he looks back at his sister and back at his best friend

“oh no no it’s nothing!”

baji went back to his room to sleep and you had to tuck him in

although you and baji were the same age and he claims to be your big brother, it’s almost like YOU have to take care of him half the time but you don’t mind

you led kazutora out the door after tucking baji in and thanked him for being friends with him despite being loud and eccentric which was the opposite of kazutora

“no no i should be really thanking him honestly. he saved me and i’m glad,” he reassured

“hah! sorry you have to deal with him all the time,” you say jokingly

“oh and by the way, nice tattoo. see ya!” you say closing the door

it took a while for you and him to be considered as just friends. good thing he put worked very hard to get to where he was!

baji noticed that kazutora’s been trying to get closer to you and there was only one reason he was acting like this— he definitely likes her, he thought

and baji being baji.. he confronted kazutora about this. it was super casual AND out of nowhere too!

it was just a normal day of hanging out with toman. they were on their way to a place they’ve never been to before so they had to ride their motorcycles. kazutora was in the front of the group meanwhile baji was in the middle back because a certain someone fell asleep on his back.

as he made his way to the front next to kazutora, he just HAD to say this so everyone can hear. what was worse was that it was completely unintentional.

“ ‘tora. do you like y/n?”

he thought he misheard that. kazutora didn’t even know you well enough for him to like you romantically. still, it caught him off-guard, and was left with an extremely flustered expression.

“huh?! where’d you get that from dumbass?!

“huh? you like y/n-chin, kazutora?” mikey says with a yawn

“with the way he always tries to be around her, i wouldn’t be surprised,” mitsuya joins in

“no i don’t like her like that! i don’t know her well enough— and not to mention, how did you even comprehend that bullshit?!”

“well it was exactly what mitsuya said. the way you act around her is definitely not something a friend would do,” baji replied

the poor dude kept stuttering which made it the situation worse and made him look more SUSPICIOUS

in the end, he didn’t end up convincing them that he didn’t like you— not that he even had hopes he was gonna convince them

facing you after that was definitely something.. by something i mean very, very awkward

you were so confused on why he couldn’t look you in the eye after you had both just started becoming close

you didn’t question him about it ofc and thank god you didn’t or else he would’ve bursted red

baji 100% tries to get you two together but at the same time is also against it because he’s your sister after all

overall he’d just be very nice and respects you so much :)

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora x reader #tokyo revengers kazutora #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora imagines #kazutora fluff

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zukuist · 3 years

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in the moment [hcs]

“they are desperate for help when admirers swarm them, and they choose to seek for your assistance”

fandom/s : 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia (bnha)

includes: h. shinsō, k. bakugō, i. midoriya

your name is shortened to y/n, last name is shortened to l/n gender neutral, use of the pretend lover trope, they’re actually pining.

further note: yes i’ve been gone for more than a week, and yes it’s because of school. i promise i’ll be posting more!!

REQUESTS ;; OPEN !!

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shinsō hitoshi

finds it super annoying

and this is coming from him, someone that’s not easy to irritate

he’s conscious and aware that people find him attractive (which for some reason, he still questions why)

eventually, admirers are bound to appear like it or not, but they’re not this insistent as this girl, nope.

shinsō has never experienced something like this, in his entire life.

noriko was a familiar face, but not in the best way for shinsō hitoshi.

she used to be one of those girls that’d band wagon with her opinions. whenever people were hostile towards him

she would be hostile too

but as soon as everyone started finding him attractive, she’d change too.

and it’s.. a mess. what more when he himself is pining on someone that’s not noriko

let alone, a student from class 1-A?

and it’s not like he could brainwash her into leaving him alone

as soon as she would be released by his quirk, she’d tell everyone what he did. therefore, leaving that out of the many solutions

and now he’s backed up into a corner, with her chasing him all across the hallways.

he can only hope for a solution.

— scene —

“this is ridiculous..” taking another turn in the hallway, shinsō mutters to himself quietly, the sleep deprived student can still hear her shrill voice

and by ‘her’, he’s referring to the admirer that has been tailing him down ever since the day had started.

“there are times like this where i wished i didn’t care about looking villainous” is what he’s really thinking. damn quirk stereotypes, and curse him for not having a quirk like iida tenya

“what.. are you doing?” was he lucky, or unlucky? it just so happened to be that he bumped into y/n l/n, out of all people

“i’m in a bit of a situation,” his palm rests against his nape, and he has to hope that you get the message, when noriko’s nearly deafening voice cuts through the air

“you’re quite popular with the ladies, huh?” you joke, and shinsō would’ve laughed if he wasn’t being trailed down.

“as much as i—”

“there you are !�� noriko exclaims, slightly out of breath from the insistent chase, “you still haven’t answered !”

“i have, and i said no.” he makes his intentions concrete, compared to earlier (which was a mistake) when he rejected her in the nicest way he could’ve done so, but it wasn’t enough to make her quit.

“well earlier, you’ve said you appreciated it !” the whine pains both of your ears, and you contemplate if you should just grab his hand, and make a run for it.

but, she’d just chase you down again. so maybe not.

“yes, but i also said i can’t accept your feelings.” in instinct, he backs up so he could stand next to you, and he looks at you with his own style of desperation, which was obviously different than noriko’s desperation.

“i happen to be taken.” shinsō claims, hooking his hand along yours. which might’ve been done because he’s desperate, but could’ve been done because he wanted to

getting the motive, you lock away your shock, and play along, accepting his touch.

“i don’t believe you.” noriko blurts, “you two look like best friends more than anything. i’m not stupid !”

you didn’t think it would have to resort to this.

with not much of a thought, you grabbed shinsō by the collar, and smashed your lips together. his lips are warmer than you’ve anticipated, the distinct taste of coffee makes you lean into him further. while at first taken aback, shinsō decides to accept the act by pushing you even closer to him

you let go, deciding it was enough, and when you stare back at noriko, tears dotting at her waterline, and she sputters in humiliation and rejection.

“i never liked you anyway !” she uses as a defense, before storming off. the both of you feel a sense of relief when her figure turns at the end of the hallway

“sorry for kissing you like that. it was kind of in the moment,”

shinsō chuckles, “didn’t expect our first kiss to be like that.”

“well, there are more opportunities to come for you, you’re quite popular.” you tease, and shinsō flicks your forehead in retaliation. in return, you hiss at the sudden sting of pain.

“we’ll have more opportunities when i take you out for lunch on saturday.” he pats you on the shoulder, before he presses a quick real kiss on your cheekbone.

bakugō katsuki

also finds it super annoying. actually, he might as well just fight them and move on.

bakugō knows it well that he’s.. well-known, for all the right and wrong reasons

but what he doesn’t know is that he’s also known for his good looks, rough and boyish in nature.

so eventually, there’ll be that one brave and fearless soul that’ll take one for the team. or even two, or three.

he hates it. doesn’t his aura and demeanor alone scare off all of the suitors?

since when were they super persistent, smh.

it didn’t help that he was trying to drown and suffocate his feelings down the pipeline.

because curse bakugō katsuki for having normal, teenage feelings. he had other important things in life, right?

but he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever confess to him like that

(not that it would happen any time soon. you were too busy being a tough training partner)

but everything aside, he wishes that people would just take the hint already.

because ignoring doesn’t help all the time.

the girl named fumiko would be a dreadful sight he’d be constantly reminded of.

from his shoe locker being flooded with love letters that speak nothing to him, and to the obnoxious commentary on his looks

he’d think that they were just harassing him to get a reaction, but bakugō katsuki will remain unbothered!

but he spoke too soon, because he was approached directly right after his late training session.

—scene—

bakugō hates it

he hates extras, he hates being outshined, and he hates distractions. what more was there to dislike in the world? everything clearly.

he can handle things properly, and with that tough demeanor of his, and he definitely doesn’t need a quick and easy solution, from the girl that’s glued to his side.

he told himself that a persistent extra is nothing, he can just simply ignore them and look at them, like how he always looks at useless pebbles, and they’d go away. but clearly not this girl

“get off, you fucking extra” he pushes her off, grabbing his water bottle and immediately storming off, but it doesn’t convince fumiko (he learned her name unfortuantely) to finally lay off.

“c’mon katsuki! this would’ve all been over if you just went out with me!”

bakugō can’t hide the cringe on his face, hearing his first name, ugh. he doesn’t know how she found out about his late training sessions, considering that she wasn’t in his class or class 1-b

he doubts that he’d run into anyone at this hour, they’d be all in the common room, and he did say that he wanted all of them to ‘fuck off’. but luck does work in mysterious ways.

“..what’re you doing here?” he questions, clearly surprised by your presence, and his frustration would’ve disappeared at that exact mom“dinner’s almost ready. actually, why do you look so.. alarmed? is there a villain?—”

his palms are starting to sweat, and it’s not because of his training, or because of the girl that won’t leave him alone. “no! fuck no. okay, there’s just some shitty extra that’s been following me around like some obsessed freak.”

you decide to be smug, “i knew there was going to be a brave soul out there, ready to sacrifice themselves.” you rest your hand on your left side, like it was heart warming, but the blond is not amused with your gesture.

“right, right!” you hold your hands up, surrendering. “okay, what do you want me to do?”

“just don’t say a fucking thing.” you can hear foot steps get closer and closer to the both of you, and in a hurry, he pushes you closer to him, the smell of caramel evading your senses.

before you could even say a word, he kisses you. it’s rough, and it makes you feel warm, and it’s definitely not because of his quirk, or because of the large, warm palms that rest against your sides.

you get a grip on him, holding onto his shoulder when you feel your knees buck because of the butterflies in your stomach, and it seems to get worse when bakugō holds you even tighter

“okay geez, i get it. you’re taken!” you can hear the girl exclaim in humiliation and disgust, “ugh, a guy like you wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway.”

and when she finally scurries away, the both of you break the kisses, the wind out of you being knocked out cold from his sudden act of ‘romance’

“i sorta understand the hype now.” you grin, your lips still tingle from the kiss, and you’re convinced that you want more, despite the kiss being out of spite, and for fumiko to back off.

“shut up.” you would’ve laughed at him if it was any other day, but for now, you’re left silent. your heart flutters once more, when his lips press against your cheekbone briefly.

“c’mon, idiot. we’re gonna miss dinner.”

midoriya izuku

he’s so alarmed, and honestly very scared

he wasn’t popular, or well known to begin with, and people only started treating him like he was a real person in highschool

he’s just so used to being looked at like a background character, or a npc in a video game.

so the sudden swarm of suitors, and people that want to date him shocked him to the core.

he was never treated like this in middle school, or elementary!

it flatters him, and he’s glad that people actually like him. but.. he’d never actually think about being with either of them

because they’re not you, obviously. but wait, what’s so different about you exactly?

well.. you’ve treated him with kindness, even when he looked like this.. really awkward kid that sat at the back of the classroom.

so yeah, he’d never think about accepting anyone else’s confessions, as long as they’re not you

but still, midoriya has treated all of his admirers with kindness, despite not wanting to be with any of them

knowing how it feels to be humiliated, he wouldn’t want to do that on any of them

but.. this one particular girl was one he’d never truly be comfortable with, as much as he’d like to fake it.

rieko was.. something. probably the most persistent one out of all of them.

he would’ve appreciated it, if it weren’t for the fact that she was super obnoxious to other people.

and most importantly, he didn’t understand what she’d get out of it, and it wrecked his nerves!

— scene —

standing next to you, all lined up for lunch, midoriya shifts uncomfortably as he tries his best to ignore the loud and obvious commentary that’s being directed to him.

at first, it was flattering. but now? he just wishes things would go back to the times where people had no interest in him, whatsoever.

he knows what rieko really like him for, and it’s honestly disheartening. the girl would compliment him on things like his looks, and even his new moves!

but as soon as he elaborated on how he did it, the interest would fade away from her eyes

not that it did matter though. midoriya didn’t really have any feelings for any of the people that’ve approached him, wanting to date him. he’s been kind, and they’ve been kind in return, getting the hint and backing off.

the freckled boy was flattered but, not interested

but clearly, rieko didn’t get the message, despite the way midoriya would back away uncomfortably. how he’d immediately excuse himself whenever he’d see the girl.

just.. all signs of disinterest

“go! just ask him already!” he can hear her friends encourage her, but he’s not very enthusiastic to know what they’re cheering her on for

“he won’t be able to resist! just walk right in and do it, you guys will be an attractive couple anyway!”

midoriya’s palms are shaky, and he tries his best to calm his nerves down by clenching his fists. this doesn’t go un-noticed by you.

“you okay, midoriya?” you ask, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, and the green haired boy hopes that his cheeks aren’t turning red.

the both of you guys are awfully close! not that he’s complaining, it’s just that—

“is it about them?” you ask in a nearly quiet tone, and midoriya’s aware that you’re talking about them.

“uhm..” midoriya tries to formulate a proper answer, not wanting to sound as bothered as he actually is. how would he be able to explain this? “don’t worry about it,” midoriya reassures, “it’s just—”

“do you think that he’s dating that person? you know, the one beside them?” he hears that the topic of the conversation has shifted, and the group of girls are referring to you.

midoriya wasn’t planning on telling anyone about the dilemma. let alone his crush. it was something he was going to ignore, until the mess calmed down.

but now? you’re roped into it, and his nerves didn’t calm down at all.

“izuku dating them? no, it can’t be. he’s too good for them!”

“that’s the spirit, rieko. you should just go like.. now!”

to him, it’s the other way around. you’re too good for him, and you’re out of his league. so, this comment upsets him to all ends.

he’s pondering on what he should do, and before he could take you out of the line to get food at some other place, he feels something warm enlace his hand.

he slightly shivers when he realizes that it’s your hand he’s holding, cheeks flushed with crimson.

your eyes are ahead, a lot more composed than he is clearly, but if he looked hard enough, he could sense the nervousness in your hold.

“you wanna leave the line, izu?” his first name sounds different when you say it, and he thinks to himself that he prefers it a lot more when it comes from you

“y-yes.” and you smile, pressing your lips against his cheek quickly, before tugging his hand and pulling him out of the line, walking away from the group.

it’s a miracle that he didn’t drop onto the cafeteria’s floors.

you can feel his anxiety subsiding. despite his flushed cheeks remaining, he looks better than he did a few seconds ago, and you’re glad.

deciding the both of you were at a safe distance, you peek over your shoulder. you can see the absolute defeat on rieko’s face, and the scowl on her friends’ faces as they attempted to comfort their heartbroken friend.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no, it’s nothing, really. anyhow, what do you plan on eating for lunch?”

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celestialrry · 3 years

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nerves

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HELLLLO IM WRITING THIS INTRO AND POSTING THIS WHILE FALLING ASLEEP SO ILL POST ALL THE DETAILS ADN ADD THIS TO MU MASTERLIST LATER I LOVE TOU ALL THANK YOU FOR FOLOWING AND REBLOGGIN KISSES FOT YOU ALL (this is like right after release of hs1 harry I think hope you enjoy mwah)

summary: Actress!Y/N goes onto a talk show, and the host has a surprise for her.

warnings: cursing, kinda sorta an anxiety attack?

Y/N was nervous.

This would only be the 5th talk show she’s ever gone on alone after being in the spotlight for a few years when her acting career took off. She started off with indie films and soon made her way to the red carpet, working with esteemed actors and actress’s she could only ever dream of meeting. It was pure bliss.

Of course, fame came with other struggles like hate from the media and random people on twitter, but at the end of the day she was so grateful she had the opportunity to be in the business. She loved getting into a character, finding out what makes them click, and fully emerging herself in whatever film she’s in. At the moment, she was promoting her new film, and being the lead, she had gone on a few talk show’s by herself, but they never failed to make her sick to her stomach. Having no one to turn to when it gets awkward, even not having body heat by her side in front of a live audience and a professional host made her body rack with goosebumps.

“Miss L/N?”

Her head turned towards the door of the dressing room she had been sitting in for 15 minutes alone, trying to get her nerves down. “Yes?’ She responded flashing a forced smile to the assistant standing in the door way. “They’re ready for you.” She nodded her head and stood up, brushing the non-existent dust off her long dress and tumbled a bit on her heels to follow the assistant that was already walking towards the side stage.

They instructed her to wait until her name was called, then walk onto stage and take a seat and have the show progress. So Y/N stood there, biting her bottom lip that was coated with clear gloss and her arms crossed around her waist, her heel covered toe tapping the floor in anticipation.

“Now welcome our very special, and gorgeous guest, Y/N L/N!” She heard Jimmy Kimmel announce and took a short breath before stepping through the automatically opening curtains. She smiled and waved at the people sitting in the audience, happy to see people supporting her, and greeted Jimmy before taking a seat on the loveseat closest to his desk.

“Y/N! Welcome, how are you feeling tonight?” He flashed a comforting smile at her.

She chuckled a bit due to her inability to not laugh in uncomfortable situations. “I’ll be honest with you Jimmy,” She said, adjusting herself in the seat. “M’ pretty nervous.”

“Nervous?” He asked. “Now, why would 2 time Emmy Nominee Miss Y/N L/N be nervous?” Jimmy teased.

Her eyes fell to the floor and her cheeks heated up before looking back at him. “Because,” She dragged out. “It’s always nerve-racking being on live TV.”

He just nodded and made a joke about feeling the same even though he does this every week.

“How are you feeling tonight?” She asked.

He smiled before resting his arms on his desk. “I’m feeling good, I have a surprise for you later, but I’m supposed to ask the questions now, will you let me?”

“Of course I will.” She smiled back.

Y/N met Jimmy the first year she really became “famous” and he had always been her favorite late-night talk show host just because he was never invasive or creepy. Her standards for hosts were quite low at this point. They continued on, promoting her new movie and such before he settled back in his seat.

“So.” He said.

“So.” She said back, raising a brow.

“I hate to ask you this, but I honestly am curious myself,” He began, and her anxiety creeped up just a bit. “Now, we dug through your old interviews, and it seems in every single one, when asked if you had a celebrity crush, your answer was Harry Styles?”

She simply nodded, her cheeks heating up again, and a small smile creeping onto her face at his name.

“I see that smile, Y/N.” Jimmy said, and she let out a laugh, her smile now wide.

“So, do you mind telling us why you like him so much, or should I say love him so much?” His brow raised.

Y/N laughed a bit more, just at her nerves, and took a breath. “Um, he’s always been such an inspiration for me to actually chase my career, I mean I knew him from when he was on X-Factor to be honest. Binged that show all the time when I was in middle school and to see a boy just 2 years older than me just go straight into being in one of the biggest boy-bands in the world was insane. He’s just so passionate about what he does and I admire him for that. Uh- from what I can tell he’s just very charming, sweet, funny, caring, and…” She trailed off her rant, biting her bottom lip just a tad.

“And?”

“He’s incredibly attractive.” She finished a smile on her face as she glanced at the floor again.

“Understandable. I think he’s a good looking man myself, met him a few times and got flustered,” Jimmy jokes before looking at Y/N. “What if I told you he was the surprise I had for you?”

Her brows furrow as she looks at the man sitting across from her. “What? Do you mean like a video-” She feels a tap on her shoulder.

Y/N turns around, still massively confused, and then she sees him.

Harry standing in a simple black suit and white button up, only a few of the buttons actually buttoned and her jaw drops. “Hello.” He says, smiling at her.

Her eyes are wide and she looks like a dear in headlights before her face falls into her hands, elbows resting on her knees, her breath erratic. “No, this isn’t- no. He’s not here.” She says into her hands and the crowd laughs. Everyone laughs.

“M’a bit offended you think I’m not really here, love.” Harry grins, and she pulls her face out of her shaking hands to see him.

She opens her mouth to say something and nothing comes out.

Harry Styles, her celebrity crush since the ripe age of 14, a crush thats lasted 8 years being 22 now, and she’s only seen him on screens her entire life. “Fuck.” Was all she can say. He laughs a bit at her starstruck appearance and turns to Jimmy. “She’s not normally like this, right?”

“Right.” The host jokes, looking back at the girl on the couch, and his smile diminishes a bit. Her eyes are watering and she’s trying to keep her composure but her bottom lip is trembling and Jimmy’s now worried he’s about to have a sobbing woman on live TV.

“You okay Y/N?” Jimmy asks and her head quickly turns to him and then back to Harry. “I-fuck, I’m sorry.” She tries to laugh it off. Tries not to think about how the man she’s loved even before she knew what love truly was, was standing in front of her right now.

“Don’t be sorry.” Harry says, slightly frowning but trying to keep a happy face. He’s standing in front of a girl he’s adored ever since he watched her first movie, for Christs sake, and she’s silently about to break down in front of him, because of him.

Before he can even properly introduce himself, she’s standing on her heels, wobbling a bit, and looking up at him. “Can I hug you?” She mouths, not wanting her question to be picked up on the mic on the back of her dress and before her mouth even closes he’s stepping towards her, big arms wrapping around her waist. Her arms find their way around his chest and her head is resting on his shoulder and her eyes are squeezed shut and she’s mouthing “Oh my fucking god. Oh my god.” Without realizing she’s facing the audience who laugh at her inability to not fangirl. His head dips as he hugs her, reveling in her touch, and then she’s pulling away, remembering they’re on live TV and she can give him a proper hug backstage after this is over when they don’t have to worry about appearances.

She’s still reeling when his hands slide off her waist and he sticks his hand out and says “It’s so nice to meet you.” She takes his calloused hand in hers and says “Same to you.” Blinking away unshed tears.

“Shall we sit then?” He asks and she looks at Jimmy admiring the moment before back at Harry. “You’re staying?” She blurts out before shutting her mouth abruptly.

“If you want me too.” He grins that grin she’s always been infatuated by and she nods, maybe too quickly. “Of course I do- yes,” She coughs. “Yeah, uh, please, let’s.”

They both plant themselves on the loveseat, Y/N taking the spot in which she was before and Harry sitting on the other end, keeping a distance between the two. She recomposes herself and sits up. Harry looks at her for a moment before looking back at Jimmy.

“How are y’Jimmy?” He asks.

“I’m doing well, proud of myself for inviting you, you’re the one person I’ve seen make Y/N go absolutely speechless here,” Jimmy jokes and Y/N groans and smiles, leaning her top half on the arm of the chair, her face in her hands before sitting back up. “How about you, Harry?”

“M’doing well, was very excited to see Y/N here and I’d hopefully say it’s the same for her.” He smiles looking at her, dimples flashing.

“Yeah!” Her voice squeaks. “You’re right. It’s the same for me. I-” She cut’s herself off from saying she’s shitting her pants at the moment. Figuratively, of course, but it’s not very appropriate. She still can’t believe this. Twitter is going to have a field day talking about how flustered Y/N was at this moment.

“Have something you want to say, Y/N? To Harry, more specifically?” Jimmy asks.

“Um,” She begins, locking eyes with Harry. “Did you hear, what I said, um, before you walked out here?”

The green eyed man nods.

Her hands start shaking again and she awkwardly laughs. “I’m sorry you heard that.” She apologizes.

“Why are you apologizing?” Harry asks her, tilting his head and Y/N was going to pass out. “I’m glad you think all those things about me, plus, it’s a nice ego booster to hear that you think I’m ‘incredibly attractive’.” He chuckles a bit, but truthfully he was happy his celebrity crush feels the same way about him.

She just laughs back and mumbles a “Thanks.” Before Jimmy starts up a conversation about whatever was going on at the moment.

Jimmy and Harry start talking about something and Y/N nods her head and laughs when it’s appropriate but she couldn’t process anything. Her hands were interlocked, shaking in her lap, and all she could feel was Harry. Harry sitting next to her, Harry breathing next to her, Harry waving his hands around while he spoke in front of her. It was all too much.

Suddenly his knee lightly knocked against her own. She abruptly turned to look at him, but he was still looking at Jimmy. So she assumed it was a mistake, until it happened again, and this time when her eyes looked to him, his met her’s and he gently and subtly moved closer to their thighs were touching. Y/N let the leg that was crossed over her other relax and fall to the couch, only her ankles crossed, and she swore she could hear his breath stop for a moment, but it was too quiet to be sure.

A few moments after they both had gained the courage to barely revel in each others touch, Jimmy was ending the show. Y/N doesn’t remember what she said or did before the camera cut off, she vaguely remembers waving to the audience but she’s not completely sure.

And then it’s over- just like that.

“This was so fun Jimmy, thank you for inviting me on.” Harry said, standing up (reluctantly) and going to give Jimmy a hug. Y/N on the other hand was watching the interaction and it all hit her like a wave again. Harry fucking Styles was standing in front of her. The men both turn to her as she stands up and she gives a weak smile and mumbles “I forgot I needed to text my assistant, m’sorry I’ll be back.” before speed walking behind the curtain and booking it to her dressing room. She quickly flips the “Do Not Disturb” side of the sign on the door to show and closes the door behind her, her breathing accelerating.

She barely makes it to the couch before bursting out in tears.

Y/N couldn’t really put a finger on whether or not they were tears of joy, sadness, embarrassment, or a combination of all 3. She’s pretty sure it’s the latter though. She slips her heels off and lies on the couch, her hands over her face with not so silent cries as she tries to calm herself.

Meanwhile, both Harry and Jimmy sensed that Y/N wasn’t just going to text her assistant. “Do you think- do you think I said something maybe?” Harry quietly asks the late night host as they walk behind the curtain and into a quieter hallway backstage. Jimmy simply shakes his head before locking eyes with Harry. “Have you seen any of the videos where she talks about you, Harry?”

He shakes his head no and the older man pulls out his phone, doing a quick scroll of his email before finding video file and opening it. “A couple of interns here made this combination of all the times she talked about you in her interviews.”We were gonna play it as you were coming out but her manager said it would be too embarrassing.” Was the only preface Jimmy gave before clicking play.

Y/N stood in an elegant emerald colored gown just off the red carpet, all done up for her first big movie premiere. An interviewer stands in front of her, holding a mic that the woman was moving between herself and Y/N. “So Miss L/N, we need some juicy secrets from the “It-Girl” herself. Who’s your celebrity crush?” Y/N looks at the floor, a shy smile on her face as the quietly says “Harry Styles.” The interviewer’s eyes widen and she chuckles a bit. “I feel you honey, what do you like most about him?” Y/N purses her lips slightly before speaking again. “Um, everything? I think he has a really good heart.” The interviewer makes a joke about how she likes his eyes instead and Y/N laughs, but anyone could tell it was forced.

The screen begins to play another clip.

Y/N is sitting on a couch with her co-stars of a movie she did a year ago, dressed in a classy blush colored suit, and they’re all playing a game with some other talk show host. “Let’s see who knows Y/N the best now, shall we?” The host asks, and looks down at the cards in his hand. “Who is her celebrity crush?” And almost immediately all of her friends were jotting down their answers on a white board. “That was fast,” The host laughs, as does everyone else. “Okay everyone, flip it around.” ‘Harry Styles’ was written on every single board. “Oh my god.” She smiles wide out of embarrassment and puts her face in her hands.

It reminds Harry of what she did when she first saw him.

“Y/N! Looks like you’re absolutely smitten with Harry Styles, aren’t you?” The host asks, and before she could even open her mouth, a co-star of hers was already speaking. “She’d play his songs in her trailer in the morning, full volume, and sing them as loud as she could. It was a good way to wake us all up.” He jokes, and everyone laughs at that. “Whenever he’d post a photo on instagram, or tweet something, I’d see tears in her eyes.” Another co-star speaks up. The audience laughs again and she looks to them. ‘I’m serious! Y/N absolutely adores him.” By this time Y/N’s face was out of her hands and she was sinking into the couch. “Are you embarrassed, Y/N/?” The host jokes “Of course not, well I didn’t want to get absolutely exposed, but I’m not embarrassed to be a fan, could never be embarrassed to be a fan of him, he’s… he’s amazing.”

The phone then fades into yet another clip.

This time, Y/N is sitting in a stool, doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview, and she tears off the second paper of the question, “Is Y/N L/N…” . “Is Y/N L/N,” she reads and the paper catches after the word “dating” is revealed. She looks up at the screen, a twinkle in her eyes as she shoots a close-mouthed smile at the camera. She turns back to the board and rips the paper off, struggling a bit and laughing, until it’s revealed. “Is Y/n L/N dating… Harry Styles” She bursts out laughing, her free hand clutching her stomach.

Harry frowns a but at this, and he didn’t feel like thinking more about why.

“Um,” She begins, “Sorry, I just- do I really talk about him, that much? S’a bit concerning.” She mumbles to herself. “Yeah, no, I’m not dating Harry Styles, he would never. Though, I like how people think it could be a possibility, thats quite funny. I’ll take the… hidden compliment, is that even the right phrase?”

The screen goes to another clip but Jimmy pauses it there and turns off his phone, turning to Harry. “You didn’t do anything Harry, it’s just you being here, she’s probably overwhelmed and-“

“Mr. Kimmel? Jones needs you.” Someone calls out to him down the hall and Jimmy slips his phone in this pocket and sighs. “Sorry, gotta handle this, thank you, for coming.”

“It’s okay,” Harry assures him, “Thanks for having me.” And at that Jimmy rushes down the hall in search of Jones, and Harry stands in the same spot

Harry knows how much he means to his fans, he’s seen them sob at concerts, break down at meet and greets, and when they tell him how much they love him when they run into him on the street. He knows this. But this felt different, for some reason. Maybe it was the burning feeling in his chest when she laughed off how he would never be with her, for what particular reason he has no clue (or just doesn’t want to address it), or how he couldn’t help but pop a dimple when he heard she loves his music. He wasn’t sure.

What he was sure of though, is that he needed to speak to her again, hug her for longer, actually get to know Y/N. So he walked into the main back room, walking down different halls until he came across the one that read “Dressing Room #4” and Y/N’s name scribbled in messy handwriting on the white board underneath. He knocked a little rhythm, and waited.

Y/N was still crying, to put it lightly. Maybe hyperventilating was the right word, because she was breathing quite fast, and there was a steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. She heard the knocks and attempted to calm herself down a bit, yelling out a “One second!” Before wiping under her eyes and walking to open the door. “Eliana,” She began, ready to wave her assistant way (not that she didn’t adore her, but Y/N needed to be alone before talking about everything), “Can you come back in like 15 minutes, I’m sorry I just need to-”

Her mouth closed when she saw Harry outside of her door, his small smile quickly fading into a frown as he took in her state. “Y/N I wanted to- are you okay?” He asked, stepping a bit closer, trying not to push any boundaries. When she didn’t respond and he saw her bottom lip quiver a bit, his chest clenched. “Can I come in? Can we talk?” He gently asked, eyes running over her puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and disheveled appearance.

She nodded and he walked in, and she gently shut the door behind him. He turned around to look at her and when his eyes met her’s, she couldn’t take it anymore. She let out a gut-wrenching sob and her face fell in her hands as she shook her head. “I-I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” She choked out and he stepped towards her, his hand coming to rest on her elbow. “Y/N, please, don’t apologize.” And without thinking he took the last step towards her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly, one of his hands cradling the back of her head. Her hands fell from her face and she held him back, arms wrapping tightly around his torso yet again.

As she cried into his chest, he mumbled a soft, “Breathe for me, love.”, and she tried to get her breathing to match his own deep breathes. “I’m sorry,” Y/N says for the millionth time. “I told you to stop apologizing, Y/N, you haven’t done anything wrong.” He frowns to himself, that burning feeling in his chest again. She reluctantly pulls away, and his hands remain on her arms as her own come up to wipe the tears flowing out of her eyes.

“You didn’t sign up to be here and have to deal with a crying fan, Harry.” Y/N sighs, finally looking up at him.

“Hey, I came because I wanted to see you, I’ve seen your movies and I think everything you’re absolutely incredible at what you do, and when Jimmy called asking if I could come to surprise you I jumped at the chance to finally meet you. I know what I signed up for.” He says, his thumbs rubbing the skin of her arms gently.

At his words she let out another sob, her shaking hands coming up to cover her face for a moment yet again. Harry’s eyes widened, he was telling the honest truth, and he didn’t think he said anything wrong. Y/N however, was seeing in person, how king he truly was, and it was just another reality check that the Harry she’s loved for so long really is the same in real life; it was too much to handle. “Thank you,” She sniffles, looking up at him again, meeting his piercing green eyes. “I just, I’ve adored you for years, still do, and I never thought I’d meet you, even after I started getting ‘known’, I always thought you were like, too perfect to be real, and now you’re here and you’re real, and y’know when you meet a celebrity who seems so sweet in interviews and all that but they turn out to be an absolute prick? It’s not like that, you’re the same person I’ve loved over a screen, I- you’ve been my inspiration for fucking years and I don’t know. It’s just a lot.”

Now her hands were on his arms and they stood there for a moment, just looking at each other.

“M’not perfect, Y/N.” Harry says softly. Y/n chuckles a bit, glancing to the side before meeting his eyes yet again. “I know, I know the ‘nobody’s perfect’ crap, but if you’re insistent on it, then I think you’re the closest thing there is to perfect, Harry.”

His cheeks turn pink at her confession, and a small smile weaves its way onto his face. “Thank you,” He finally says, before bringing her into another hug, this time her arms wrapped around his neck, and he bends down a bit to hold her tighter. “For everything you said, seriously, you’ve got no idea how much it means t’me.” He admits, still reveling in her touch. She slowly pulls away, noting in her head that he never seems to be the one to let go first. “Of course, wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.” She smiles weakly, still drained from all the emotions flowing through her. He just smiles at that, before his hand drags down her arm and he hold her hand, wordlessly pulling her over to sit on the couch.

He doesn’t let go of her hand as they sit quite close facing each other. “Do y’wanna hear a secret? It might make you feel better.” He suggests, cursing himself for being willing to do anything to see her smile fully. “I wish I could lie and say that it’s something I wouldn’t know, but I think I know a bit too much about you.” She says, letting out a small laugh, and he does too. “I promise you don’t know this.” He mumbles.

“Okay, go for it.” She says, holding his hand a bit tighter.

“Well, after you bolted here, Jimmy showed me a few of your interviews, and I wanted to tell you that you’re my celebrity crush too.”

Her jaw drops and her eyes widen, a face that looks eerily similar to when she saw him for the first time just an hour prior. “You saw my interviews?” She gasps, her voice cracking at the embarrassment of him seeing her shamelessly confessing her love for him about a million times. It was safe to say she didn’t hear the rest of his confession.

“That’s what you’re focusing on here?” Harry laughs and raises a brow at Y/N.

“What else is there to focus on,” She groans, taking her hand out of his and burying her face into her hands yet again. “I can’t believe Jimmy showed you that, I’m never coming on this show again.”

Harry grins, a dimple popping as he gently wraps his arms around her wrists, pulling her hands off her face. “Did y’hear what I said after that?” He asks softly, his eyes bring into her own. She shakes her head “no” in response and he takes a quick breath before telling her yet again.

“I said, you’re my celebrity crush too. I’ve watched everything you’ve been in and I think y’are absolutely amazing, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t think you’re beautiful, inside and out.”

Y/N’s jaw drops for the thousandth time that night.

“You’re fucking with me.” She deadpans, her face blank and mind swimming with emotions.

He frowns and squeezes her hands. “M’not, swear to you.”

She shakes her head in denial. There’s no way she was Harry Style’s celebrity crush. Not in a million years would she ever think those words would be spoken, much less even thought of.

“You don’t believe me?” Harry asks, his head tilting a bit to the side.

“I believe tha you’re just too nice and you feel bad for me, so that’s why you’re telling me this.” Y/N admits to him, a sad smile on her face.

“Really?” He asks, letting go of her hands and bringing one of his own to his pocket.

“Really. I appreciate it, I do, but you don’t have to try and make me feel less humiliated, I think we’ve already passed the point of no return.” Y/N says, laughing a bit.

“Mmm, okay,” He smirks. “Well that just won’t do. May I have your number?”

She raises a brow as he pushes his phone into her hands, already pulled up on a new contact. She types in her number and “#1 fan” in the name and hand the phone back to him. Harry laughs when he sees the contact name and saves it to his phone, then putting it back in his pocket.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Harry muses, a teasing glint in his eye.

She purses her lips. “Why did you just ask for my number?”

“So I can contact you of course,” Harry smiles. “How else am I supposed to set up another date with you?”

“Another?” Y/N questions, her lips turning up.

“’m a gentleman of course, would never ask you out on a first date over the phone,” Harry calmly explains. “So would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tomorrow night?”

Y/n hesitates, unsure if this was still an ask out of pity. “You can meet me at my house, of course if you’re comfortable, and I’ll order us takeout to eat on my porch.” He continues, getting more exciting as he imagines how the date would go.

“What makes you think I’d say yes?” She teases and his mouth gapes.

“Oh fuck off.”

#I just used jimmy cause I didn't feel like making my own host up lolz #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot #harry styles #harrys styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #im literally half asleep but I needed to post this tonight #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n

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lxngbottom · 3 years

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pothead!nev, literally anything with him. Ooo maybe something with like some steamy kissing👀

This is definitely not bratty-longbottom

First Time? | N.L.

in which the reader buys weed from neville for the first time.

warnings: swearing, weed, fluff!

OOO MY FAV PERSON ON THIS WHOLE APP REQUESTED THIS AND I LOVE POTHEAD!NEV

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“why can’t you just do it, ginny?!”

“because, ron will find out and he’ll get mad and he’ll definitely write my mum! and besides, i’m always the one who has to get the weed! why can’t you this time?”

you sighed as you moved settled the palm of your hand onto your forehead, “you know neville! i don’t!”

neville. neville longbottom. the provider for the infamous muggle drug that lately seemed to make its way throughout the students of hogwarts. and surely it was no surprise that the top herbology student had been growing some, and had been selling it to everyone.

and it seems easy, going to pick up from neville. he never gave you a reason to think he was anything but decent, but, the concept of talking to a person who sold weed was quite... intimidating? plus, you may or may not have had a minor crush on the boy. being friends with ginny weasley meant you had multiple different run ins with him, so, of course you had developed some sort of feelings for him. he was fit, smart, and smelt good.

“neville is pretty much an open book! well... sorta? it doesn’t matter! just go to his dorm tonight, and get the stuff, alright? i have a huge test on monday and the only way i’ll study is if i’m high!” ginny explained as she began to scurry off from your figure,

“you don’t really need weed to study? there’s no real wizarding science that says any sort of plant makes you focus better!” you yelled to her down the hall. she turned her head and sent a grin,

“it does for me!”

you rolled your eyes as she continued to walk away once more,

“why can’t we just take tonics like normal people?!”

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it was absolutely nerve wracking. every part of you that could feel anxiety was all at this moment. just walking up the steps to his dorm made you break out in a sweat and made your legs wobble.

you had no idea if neville was even in his dorm right now. and plus, all of his dorm mates could’ve been there. and you weren’t too keen on being alone with a room filled with boys. but, you really had no choice.

when the door appeared in your vision, it suddenly hit you what you were doing. your raised your hand to knock, and you did so shakily. you gulped as you waited for an answer, even some part of you begging to just walk away.

finally, the door swung open.

“ah! ginny’s friend!” the ginger exclaimed with a smile, “wait! don’t tell me! um—cass—no? ang—no...”

“y/n.” you answered for him with a nervous look on your face,

“oh, right! sorry, i’m not too good with names...” he awkwardly laughed, leaning against the door, obviously trying to remain laid back due to the girl that was standing in front of him.

“you’ve known me since i first became friends with ginny...”

that’s when ron’s face fell flat, and he awkwardly chuckled. “yeah, yeah! totally! but, uh—what are you here for, anyways?”

you thought for a moment, trying to think of a good enough explanation. one that wasn’t too blunt, but one that ron would understand.

“um—neville?”

ron nodded without another word, and he pulled you into the dorm. he glanced around the outside of the door before closing it, trapping you in the dorm with... all of them.

the slam of the door caught everyone’s attention, and all of ron’s friends looked over to see you standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, which worsened your anxious state.

“she’s here to see you, longbottom. did you finish rolling the joint by the way?”

neville nodded his head as he was already sparking the infamous joint, and he took a perfect hit of it as he studied your figure. he sent you a small smile before walking up to you,

“was wondering when you would come and see me, y/l/n...” he took another hit as he stared at your face, “you look stressed... hit this.”

he attempted to hand you the joint, but you shook your head.

“i don’t—well... i smoke but... not—you know...” you were trying to explain yourself, but having all eyes on you did not help. “never mind... thank you, i’m all good.”

neville furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, but just shook his head with a smile as he passed the joint to ron. neville went to open his mouth, but the door swung open, and small cheers from the boys erupted.

levi.

“longbottom! you know what i need!” levi laughed as he shook hands with dean. neville nodded as levi continued to socialize with the other four boys. you continued to stand awkwardly, mentally cursing yourself out for not being as simple and to the point like big man on campus levi was.

“ah... who’s the lovely girl?” levi asked with a smirk on his face as he began to pull out money. your face went warm as seamus laughed,

“that’s y/n! she’s friends with ginny.”

levi nodded and walked over to you, a curious look in his eyes. neville looked at him out of the corner of his eye, some sort of protectiveness coming out of him.

neville was aware that levi had thing with using girls, and he wasn’t necessarily levi’s friend, but he kept the peace for the sake of making money.

levi began to flirt with you, earning questionable looks from everyone in the room. he was way too cocky, plus, that shit eating grin was going to be the thing that made you snap. you were visibly uncomfortable, especially when he rubbed your arm for a few moments.

“hey! no touching, levi. that’s my girl, here’s your stuff.”

you looked at neville with raised eyebrows, the boys present in the room following. ron started whispering multiple questions to harry, which harry responded with a small shrug.

“is that so?” levi laughed, taking the bag of weed from neville’s hands, “i think i might need some proof.”

neville shrugged his shoulders and looked down at you, a comforting look in his eyes as he sent you a small, but genuine smile. and then... he kissed you. his tongue entered your mouth with no warning, leaving you gasping into his. he stroked the side of your neck with one hand as he bit down on your bottom lip gently, and he pulled away, you a breathless mess with wide eyes.

“enough proof for you, levi?”

levi laughed awkwardly and left with no more questions. you looked at everyone in the room with a embarrassed look on your face, even looking down at the ground to face their intense glances.

“hey, y/n...” neville started as he walked over to his bedside desk. you walked over to him, trying your best to keep a safe distance, the thought of his lips being pressed up against yours still not fully processing. “i feel really bad about levi being so creepy, so why don’t you just take this for free?”

he held out a bag of weed, very nice looking weed in the middle of his palm. you observed it for a moment, seeing small purple specks glowing from the light.

“this is some of my best stuff. and, i honestly don’t even really sell it because it’s so good. one hit of this from a bong and you’ll probably be frozen in place!” he joked. you let out a small giggle at his words, earning an adoring smile from him.

“i—i can’t take that for free. i’ll feel bad...”

“oh, please! it’s the least i could do!”

your first thought of course was:

“you could kiss me again.”

that’s when you heard neville let out a laugh, his cheeks turning a small shade of pink. he put the weed in the palm of your hand, and closed your fingers over it for you. he leaned into your ear, glancing over at his friends who were too busy passing the joint around and talking.

“well... if that’s what you want... then i guess i have no choice but to give it to you, isn’t that right, angel?”

#harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom imagines #neville x reader #neville x y/n #neville x you #neville longbottom smut #neville longbottom fluff #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x y/n #neville longbottom x you

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canary3d-obsessed · 3 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 26, part two

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Content note: This episode has a lot of lightning, but this post does not have lightning flashes--I’m using mostly stills for those parts, or I’ve snipped out the unfriendly frames before giffing.

Qing-Jie

Having successfully ruined Jin Guangshan’s party plan to get the Yin Tiger seal, Wei Wuxian dashes off to tell Wen Qing where her brother is. She hops up to hit the road with him, but then sorta-faints because she’s starving. In a rare moment of tenderness between these two, he catches her and gently sits her down again.

Normally they’re busy out-toughing each other, both before and after this moment, but right now Wen Qing is openly vulnerable. Wei Wuxian responds to that, predictably, with all of his kindness and with his usual slew of unwise, impossible-to-keep promises.

As she eats the bread he’s brought her--a parallel to an important piece of bread in his early life--he says they have to believe in Wen Ning’s survival. Cut to: Wen Ning, not surviving.

I mean, yes, yes, he’s only mostly dead, but he’s never going to be fully alive again, so.

24 Hour Party People

Back at the party, Jin Guangyao, deliberately, I think, goes to offer his pops a drink while his pops is still super furious and looking for someone to take it out on. The servant lady is like, better you than me, pal, and helps JGY get his drink ready. Pops, predictably, knocks the drink onto Jin Guangyao.

(more behind the cut)

Lan Xichen is standing by with a hanky and a face full of worry. Lan Xichen is so Lanny that he thinks JGY needs to go change clothes after getting clear alcohol spilled on him, rather than just letting it evaporate and smelling pleasantly of booze for the rest of the evening like a normal party guest.

JGY launches into a criticism of Wei Wuxian, which Lan Wangji listens to very carefully, frowning. Lan Xichen, Nie Huasang and Jiang Cheng listen as well, and don’t speak up.

A Clear Conscience

Then Lan Wangji *literally* steps out of his brother’s shadow, and speaks in defense of Wei Wuxian. This right here is Lan Wangji’s turning point, as far as I’m concerned. Xichen is gazing at JGY, totally on board with JGY’s spin of the situation, and his shadow falls away from Lan Wangji’s face as LWJ steps forward.

Lan Wangji says, isn’t what WWX said true? JGY puts on his customer service smile and says that the truth isn’t something you’re supposed to go around saying out loud.

I’d like to say this is what’s wrong with cultivator society but this is really a universal human thing; every society has rules about upsetting the social order, and they are very frequently at odds with basic compassion and morality.

Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng stay silent but Lan Xichen goes and throws Wei Wuxian under the bus carriage, saying his character has changed.

Lan Wangji nods decisively at this, and bows to Lan Xichen, silently asking permission to follow Wei Wuxian. Lan Xichen grants permission, telling Lan Wangji to do his best. Lan Xichen probably thinks he and Lan Wangji are in agreement, in this moment, but that nod of Lan Wangji’s was nothing of the kind.

That nod was Lan Wangji agreeing with himself; he is going to try to bring Wei Wuxian back but he is also going to listen to him. Meanwhile Lan Xichen is tying himself in knots to appease Jin Guangyao. The divergence between the brothers will just grow, from this point onwards.

Lan Wangji leaves to go follow his boyfriend conscience, while Jiang Cheng continues to silently listen to the commentary of others, and gets so mad he crushes a wine cup.

It Was A Dark and Stormy Night.

Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian arrive at the prison camp, and the first person they encounter is Granny, with a defaced Wen Banner in her hand and Wen Yuan on her back.

Whenever I read a meta or a fic that talks about how the juniors are so sweet partly because they are “untouched by the war” I want to point to this moment. A-Yuan endures an absolute truckload of war trauma by the time he’s four years old, and while Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji both deserve a lot of credit for saving him at great risk to themselves, Granny and Uncle Four are the first heroes of A-Yuan’s story. His kind, mellow personality has a lot in common with theirs.

This is followed by an eternity of Wen Qing running around asking if anyone’s seen her brother. Eventually Wei Wuxian gets tired of this and gathers the guards together, threatening them with Chenqing.

He doesn’t need to play it; just holding it up has every Jin dude instantly kneeling and scared.

The guards send him and Wen Qing go to a giant field of corpses, where Wen Qing runs around checking to see if any of them is her brother. Wei Wuxian starts off kind of detached and angry, but eventually snaps out of it, tucks away his flute and starts helping her to search.

Wen Qing finds Wen Ning, mostly-dead with a lure flag speared into his belly. Wei Wuxian grimly takes in the situation from across the field of corpses.

When he arrives at Wen Qing’s side he sees this talisman in Wen Ning’s hand.

This is the talisman that Wei Wuxian made for Wen Ning back in Gusu summer school, before the war. It’s the one that Wen Ning was wearing at his waist when they met up after the massacre of Lotus Pier. It’s supposed to literally protect Wen Ning from having his spiritual consciousness snatched, as well as being a symbol of Wei Wuxian’s sense of responsibility for, and affection for, Wen Ning.

Wei Wuxian, understandably, loses his shit at this point. Less understandably, he is about to decide that the best way to express his sorrow and rage is to re-animate the corpse of his friend, right in front of the corpse’s sister. Like, seriously, dude. Dude.

Ghost General

This super-questionable decision leads to one of the most badass sequences in the show, which is unfortunately chock full of lightning flashes, so not everyone can watch it. Wei Wuxian and his flute and swirls of resentful energy come marching out of the darkness of the corpse field, back to the guards.

The guards have decided to slaughter all of the prisoners and then run away, which would be a good plan except they should really have skipped right to the running away part of things. When Wei Wuxian accuses them of killing the prisoner in the corpse field, they claim that the Wens have a habit of falling off of a hill and dying. Wei Wuxian can relate.

At this point Wei Wuxian summons up Wen Ning 2.0, ultra badass edition, who comes flying through the air with his odd, straight-armed fighting stance and cool solid-black eyes and rock-and-roll hair.

Soundtrack: *Four Sticks*

Wen Ning proceeds to whale on the guards and scare the shit out of his relatives.

Then Wen Qing shows up and begs Wei Wuxian to stop. She explains that Wen Ning is only mostly dead. Like, if he was fully dead would she be okay with this?

Wei Wuxian tries to reel Wen Ning in and realizes that he is not actually in control of Wen Ning. Ok, see, right from the first day of Wen Ning 2.0, WWX is aware that his control is iffy. Why does he think he’s going to be able to control him later?

Anyway, this is where we learn Wen Ning’s grown-up name is Wen Qionglin. Wei Wuxian yells this name, and Wen Ning looks up like a cat hearing the “food noise,” and then proceeds to get control of himself.

This is such a nice symbolic moment, that will be replayed later in the temple, when Wen Ning saves Jin Ling from Baxia.

Wen Ning has a remote-code-execution OS vulnerability throughout the story; his soul is at risk of being stolen, and he is magically controlled by Wei Wuxian, Xue Yang, Su She, and Baxia. Meanwhile Wen Qing, Wei Wuxian, and random kids on the street mostly treat him as a child, despite his clear adult capabilities. Wen Ning’s journey in The Untamed is at least partly about asserting his full adulthood, and his ability to overcome magical control is directly connected to that journey.

After getting Wen Ning to chill, Wei Wuxian calls the floating resentful energy back into his own body, which looks about as comfortable as swallowing a burp.

On the plus side, apparently resentful energy keeps your hair dry even when it’s raining.

Wei Wuxian should take a page from the guards’ book and slaughter all the Jin witnesses to this situation, but he decides to be the better person and let them live. They go running off down the road, where they encounter Lan Wangji and give him the 411, saying that Wei Wuxian resurrected dead people.

Meanwhile Wei Wuxian collects Wen Qing--half-fainted, again, in an echo of the start of their journey--and collects the Dafan Mountain Wen group, who are hiding, wisely. When they see Wen Ning, Uncle Four and some others start to freak out, but Wei Wuxian tells them that fierce corpses are cool, and they all grab horses and mount up.

Where Are You Going?

Lan Wangji is waiting for them, nonconfrontationally indulging in some visual poetry while he waits.

In a show where every prop is exquisitely, carefully designed to enhance our understanding character, his Gusu-toned umbrella reveals surprising red and yellow threads woven in, right above his eye line as he looks at Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian speaks first, saying “you came to stop me?” Lan Wangji doesn’t answer, but asks him where he’s going. Then Lan Wangji warns him that he’s about to abandon orthodoxy forever, if he follows through.

Wei Wuxian challenges this idea of orthodoxy, asking if Lan Wangji remembers the promise they made together, back in Gusu. It’s worth noting that they both appear to think of it as a co-promise, even though Lan Wangji didn’t speak aloud at the time.

The conversation will continue in the next episode, because what’s better than a rainy romantic cliffhanger?

Soundtrack: Four Sticks by Led Zeppelin

#the untamed #the untamed gifs #wangxian #wen ning #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #my gifs #episode 26

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whirligig-girl · 2 years

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Danny Phantom Star Trek AU

Thinkin’ more about my Danny Phantom Star Trek AU. Tentative name: Ensign Phantom.

All of this is subject to change, so let me know what you think, what you’d do differently, or especially if there’s some way of expanding on the concept.

Ensign Danny Fenton, Danny Phantom in LD uniform, Danny Phantom in Prodigy Cadet Uniform, Danny Phantom in a white TNG uniform, Danny Phantom in his hazmat suit from the tv show, Danny Phantom in a LD space suit. That last one is the one I’m leaning towards the most.

Foley, Fenton, and Manson are all fresh out of the academy and aboard the Oberth Class U.S.S. as-yet-unnamed.

Not sure exactly how the chain of command works out, but the USS a-y-u is a science ship. It’s currently bringing notable and definitely not crackpot starfleet scientists Cmdr Maddie Fenton and Lt.Cmdr Jack Fenton to an alien artifact which was discovered by some TOS-era ship ages ago. Either Maddie Fenton is actually Captain, or there’s some uninteresting OC captain.

This au takes place starting in 2383, a couple years after Star Trek Lower Decks starts.

Like any good lower deck Starfleet crew, these fellas are some real weirdos.

* Ensign Tucker Foley. Age 22. Human. Tucker was assimilated by the Borg as a child or a teenager, but was recovered quickly enough that he could be rehabilitated. He then moved to Amity Park, North America, Earth, Sector 001, where he met Danny Fenton. He loves technology, tinkering, mathematics, and during his assimilation picked up an almost encyclopedic knowledge of all history, which he has no direct control over access of. Unlike most xBs, Foley has only ever increased the amount of implants since his rehabilitation. He seeks perfection and is secretly pretty sure everyone would just be better off if they could have an internet connection installed in their neck.

* Danny Fenton. Age 22. Human. Grew up in Amity Park, North America, Earth, Sector 001. Actually this one’s just a normal guy. Token normal guy who, unlike his friends, hasn’t technically died. Really not much to say about him. If he had purple hair he’d almost be as interesting as Brad Boimler. Who’s Brad Boimler, you ask? Never heard of him? Exactly... pay no attention to his parents, and pay no attention to their reputation for being Starfleet’s biggest crackpots.

* Manson Sam. Age 189 (or 23). Joined Trill. Sam’s previous host, i dunno, Irdon or something, was in his mid 20s when he was joined. The joining lead him to reconsider his life choices, and join Starfleet Academy to enter the Command division. Irdon was several years older than Fenton and Foley, but they got along well. The Sam symbiont has very bad luck. Of its previous three hosts, two had died young. So it was less of a surprise as much as a disappointment when Irdon Sam died on his first deep space assignment. Manson was a young botanist who received the Sam symbiont, and was able to continue Irdon’s Starfleet career, albeit in the Science division.

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* security officer and major pain in the ass Lt. Baxter. Seriously, who let him into Starfleet! He was one of Danny’s many bullies growing up, and Danny’s not convinced he’s that much better now.

* Counselor Jasmine Fenton. She was supposed to be a counselor on a beautiful long-range Andromeda class cruiser, but for SOME reason, her parents pulled some strings and had her assigned to this Oberth-class rust bucket.

Ensign Fenton is overjoyed to find that his friend Irdon is still alive, sorta. He almost immediately tries to pick up their friendship where they left it, to the point that he sometimes misses how different Manson is.

Anyway yeah I think it’d be funny if you had the same kinda dynamic of Danny seeing Sam as different than other girls and just one of the guys because she’s basically “Old Man.” But Sam doesn’t see herself that way--she retains a strong sense of Manson’s individuality--and Danny won’t see her that way forever.

At some point Danny has an accident. I’m not sure how this all goes down. I know I want to keep it related to “Danny, Sam, and Tucker are in a place they shouldn’t be, doing things they shouldn’t be doing, around technology that shouldn’t be messed with” but I think the portal will be some kind of alien ghost portal which the Fentons are studying.

Eventually the U.S.S. a-y-u ends up either stuck in the Ghost Zone, or stranded in a region of space where the boundary between the Ghost Zone and reality is weakest, and under constant attack by ghosts. And who are you going to call? Ghost-obsessed weirdos Jack and Maddie Fenton of course! (Pay no attention to the one ghost who keeps attacking the other ghosts. Or rather do, but pay attention with your phasers set to vaporize.)

Also perhaps Vlad is a Starfleet admiral who Jack and Maddie got half-killed in their experiments in their Academy days. He’s pulling the strings to get Jack and Maddie whatever they want so they can get themselves fully killed. Or something.

And Danni can be like, a Romulan clone. Yeah.

Having written this down, I am starting to wonder if a stationary setting, more like the show, might make more sense. Like if it were on a distant research outpost instead of a single ship. IDK.

#danny phantom #star trek #danny phantom au #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson

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the7thcrow · 3 years

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indulgence | part one

pairing: felix x (fem) vampire!reader series

summary: an indulgence grows to become dangerous, as the society of hampden college takes note of y/n’s new blood bag.

series masterlist.

word count: 4.9k

genre: forbidden love, angst (sorta), fluff, suggestive.

warnings: blood, suggestive content (kissing and a shirt comes off, nothing too crazy lmao), hook-ups (but nothing is explicitly described), strong language, and vampires ofc.

rating: 16+

a/n: hi everyone! this is my first fic, so i’m sorry if it’s a little messy. this is part one of what will be a series. i’d love to hear some feedback, so don’t be afraid to shoot me an ask or message! i hope you enjoy!

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You are late. The pattering of rain echos from atop your umbrella, the puddles of pooling water soaking your loafers as you hurry along the busy street. However, you pay no mind as the liquid seeps into your shoes, mud embedding itself along your pant leg. On a normal day, you’d scowl. You’d curse the shitty weather, and grumble as you marched home to change into a dry pair of shoes. Only today is different. Today it doesn’t matter, not when you have far greater troubles warranting your concern.

The Council isn’t pleased. They’d be even more upset, if that were even possible, if you arrived tardy. You can imagine their old, petulant faces, looking down on you with disgust. Perhaps even pity, seeing you as nothing more than a childish young girl, who’d been foolish enough to break her vow. You frown to yourself, that’s all they would ever see you as. It didn’t matter how the years passed by, to them you were, and would always be simply that. A child. Always younger, always naive. Most of all, always beneath them.

The headquarters becomes visible in the distance, clouded in the slight haze of fog. It appears to be like any other building on the Hampden Campus. Old and rustic, elegant in the way it was shaped and carved, a relic of history reflected in a modern day era. Only this building holds a far different tale than those surrounding it.

Far more bloody. Far more gruesome. A home to monsters.

Monsters like yourself.

You knock on the door. Twice, slowly. Then a pause, before three times quickly. A code, letting anyone inside know that you are, in fact, a member of The Society.

The door opens with a creak, a young boy with electric blue hair peeking out through the crack. After recognizing your face, he smiles, ushering you in quickly as the door slams shut behind you.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you. It’s been a while, huh?” The boy says, casually leaning against the door. It has been a while, you never came to this god awful building unless it was absolutely necessary.

“I guess it has been. But it’s nice to see you too, Jeongin,” you speak warmly in return. You’ve known Jeongin for a couple years now, since he first arrived at The Society doorstep. Alone and confused. A freshling, having just been turned. While perhaps not physically, he’s certainly grown since then, in both confidence and courage.

Suddenly, the smile drops from his face, his expression becoming sullen. “I hear you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble,” he states. When you don’t respond, he continues. “It’s not true, is it? I know you wouldn’t-”

“Listen, Jeongin,” you cut him off quickly. You aren’t in the mood to be lectured, especially not by someone whose opinion you actually care about. “I’m already running late. I’ll catch up with you after, okay?”

“Wait, Y/N!” He calls after you, but you’ve already disappeared down the hall, heading towards the council room. You quickly cast a glance at your watch. Shit, five minutes late. They wouldn’t forget that.

With only a quick breath to gather yourself, you burst in through the large wooden doors. The silence in the council room is deafening, as all heads turn to face you. In all your life, you’ve never seen so many dissatisfied faces.

“Ms. L/N,” the head councilman calls. He has an old face, embedded with wrinkles and a scalp of thinning white hair. Unlucky. He could have been beautiful, or at the very least, young. However, he must’ve been turned late. A pity, to stare at such a reflection for eternity.

You stifle a laugh. The frown he always appeared to be wearing probably wasn’t helping.

“Take a seat,” he states, motioning to the chair seated in the center of the room. How dramatic you think, to put you in the middle of so many staring eyes. While the council was only composed of three individuals, the room seems to be full of other lower ranked members of The Society.

As you take your seat, your gaze wanders the room, landing on a familiar head of shaggy brown hair. His eyes bore into your own, his expression serious. Perhaps even angry, the longer he stares at you.

You want to say something. Mostly, to ask him what the fuck he’s doing here. This isn’t any of Chan’s business, yet for whatever reason he has the audacity to stare at you as if it is. As if you will grant him answers. As if he deserves answers.

“Ms. L/N,” the chairman interrupts your thoughts. “Do you know why you’re seated here today?”

Why are you seated here today? Well, that answer is complicated. How could you have possibly gotten yourself into such a mess? How could you have been so foolish? You knew the rules. You knew what was permitted and what was not. Yet, you chose to ignore these conditions.

Why? What could possibly have made you toss everything you’d promised to the side?

Well, that story starts with a head of bright blonde hair, and a set of curious eyes.

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The library of Hampden College had become something of a second home to you. Late nights spent bent over a book, transcribing various philosophies and literature into latin. Sometimes greek, however you didn’t have quite the same knack for it. That’s where you found yourself tonight, your beaten down copy of The Iliad staring back at you from its place on the table.

Your classics degree was coming along just fine. You didn’t mind the endless books to read and poems to analyze. Nor the papers you often found yourself crafting from this very spot in the corner of the library. It was always quiet, always solitary at this time. Even the night owl students having gathered their books, departing the library for a brief rest before their early classes the following morning.

Tonight however, was different. You heard the door creak open, glancing up as a boy appeared in the doorway. He had long blonde hair, fluffing at the nape of his neck. Sporting a sharp blazer and a pair of oxfords, you couldn’t deny he was well dressed. Perhaps that’s why he grabbed your attention immediately, you were attracted to effort. To someone who was put together, who cared.

The boy took a seat just a few tables away from your own, gently setting his books down and disappearing into the maze of shelves to your left. You attempted to go back to your work, but couldn’t seem to find your focus. Who was this boy? You’d never seen him before in all your time at Hampden. Also, why would he possibly be at the library so late? You recognized the faces of those who while rare, might possibly be here at this time of night. He wasn’t one of them.

You would remember if he was.

You strained your neck trying to find his figure, having lost him almost immediately.

“A fan of Homer?” A voice rang out from beside your ear. You jumped in shock, greeted by a sweet smile and wide eyes. The boy chuckled. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You smiled sweetly, trying to calm your beating heart. “No worries. And well, you translate the entirety of Book Eight overnight into Greek, and tell me if you could still consider yourself a ‘fan of Homer.’”

The boy laughed before beginning to pull a chair out beside you. “May I?” He asked.

Looking back, you should have said no. You had a lot more work to do, and near no time to do it. Not to mention of course, rejecting him initially could have saved you from this whole mess. Instead you nodded, a grin forming at the corners of your lips as he sat down.

“What’s your name?” He asked. His voice was sweet, sultry. Alarming in just how deep it was, not quite fitting his bright and youthful exterior.

“Y/N, classics department. Yourself?”

“Felix,” he answered. There it was, the first time you heard the name that would cause your undoing. “I’m majoring in history. Listen,” he began, leaning in slightly closer as if he were going to tell you a secret, his voice lowering further. “I must say, I’m in here all the time, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

You hummed, leaning in closer to him as well. His eyes glinted. “Well that’s simple, I’m assuming you don’t frequent the library at-” you glanced at your watch- “2:32 in the morning.”

Felix’s eyebrows furrowed with something like concern. “You’re here every night at this time? Why?”

“Hey,” you began, not wanting to lose the playful nature to the conversation. You’d heard enough concerned voices to last a lifetime already. “Aren’t you here this late yourself? You’re in no place to judge.”

He laughed, and you knew you could get used to that sound. “Fair enough, I’ll leave it be.”

“Why are you here this late, anyway?” You asked.

“Oh, so you get to know my secrets, but I can’t know yours?”

“Of course.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, resting his head on the desk, cradled by his crossed arms. “If you must know, I couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d read some of your classics, thought they might help me doze off.”

You shoved his arm, to which he feigned a groan of pain, clutching his shoulder. “Excuse you,” you laughed. “I have a lot of Homer to struggle through, and no time for your cheap shots. You can go ahead and leave now.”

You were surprised when he got to his feet, worried for a moment he’d taken you seriously and was actually about to make his exit. Instead, he disappeared into the philosophy section, emerging with a copy of The Odyssey. Felix flopped down back in his chair beside you, extending his feet on top of the table and leaning backwards.

“Well, then I guess I’ll suffer along with you,” he said. Without another word, he flipped towards the first page.

Felix was a good person to study with. Well, technically you weren’t studying with him, but nonetheless it was nice to have him in the room. He didn’t bother you, didn’t speak, just let you do your work. Sometimes you’d look up and meet his gaze, his eyes imploring you. Curious. Mischievous.

Dangerous.

“Alright,” you yawned after an hour or so had passed by, stretching your arms high in the air. “I’m done.”

He smiled, slowly closing his book and setting it down on the table. “Yeah? Finally going to go home and sleep?”

“Sleep? What’s that?” You said, playfully scoffing. “Nah, it’s already past 3:30, it’ll be 4 by the time I get back to my apartment. Not worth it at this point.”

“Hmm,” Felix hummed, a flicker of mischief in his growing smile. “What ever will you do to pass the time?”

“I don’t know,” you returned, excitement building in your chest. “But I suppose I’ll leave you now. You still have about 3 quarters of The Odyssey to get through, and I don’t want to tear you away from-”

You shouldn’t have been surprised when his lips crashed into yours, but you were. You let out a small “mff” against the sudden impact. It took your brain a second to catch up to speed on what was happening. Here you were, with this incredibly beautiful boy of whom you literally just met, kissing in the middle of the library.

Your second thought was about how you’d never done this before. Not kissing someone, hell you’d done a lot more than just that. But never a stranger, and certainly never a human, for that matter. You had to be careful with who you got close to, you never knew who could be dangerous, who could be a hunter. Besides, The Society had rules, and this alone was undoubtedly breaking a few of them.

So what the hell were you doing?

You should stop this, you thought. But the more you settled into a rhythm, the more your worries trailed from your mind. Felix was a good kisser. A really good kisser. His lips were soft, warm, his breath sharp with the taste of mint. When the dork had a chance to pop a tic tac you didn’t know, but it made you smile against him.

You ran your fingers through his hair, leaning into him. He groaned in response, moving his hands down your figure, settling in on your waist. Carefully he began to fiddle with the buttons at the bottom of your blouse, and with that it all suddenly became real.

“We can’t do this,” you breathed, finally breaking away from him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I went too far, I-” he began to apologize, frantically removing his hands from your body and shifting backwards into his chair.

“No,” you replied, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips at his sweetness. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, gently tugging him closer to you. “We can’t do this here.”

The Society had rules, plenty. Human’s, in any sort of relationship, were out of the question. Public displays of affection with even your own kind, especially of the more vulgar sort, were off limits as well. The idea was to not bring attention to yourselves, to not cause a scene. And if you were going to break one of these rules so terribly, you figured you could at least pay the respect to do so privately.

“Okay,” he mumbled, placing his forehead against your own. “Where should we go?”

“My place? It’s a little far from here, but I don’t have any roommates. So..”

Felix smiled, planting a soft, lingering kiss at the nape of your neck. “Lead the way.”

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The walk over to your apartment wasn’t awkward per say, it was simply...charged. Felix had his arm looped around your own, making your way silently down the dark, lantern lit path through campus. You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest, a desire thrumming down inside you, resurfacing. It had been a long time since you’d last been with someone. That last person being Chan, your ex as of eight months ago.

Things had been good with Chan. Great even, in the beginning at least. He was intense, thoughtful. He loved you deeply. Most of all, Chan understood. Like you, he was a member of The Society. He was under every restriction you were, and felt all the same frustrations.

Of course, not all good things can last. Eventually your relationship began to sour. Your arguments became full on brawls. Your differences and quirks became unbearable. You couldn’t be in the same room without being at one another's throats. You were the one who finally decided to end things.

Chan was the only man you’d ever loved, and since him you’d never entertained the thought of being with another. Until now, that is. You glanced towards Felix, who was staring ahead down the street, his eyes dark. You could feel his own desire radiating off of him, visible in the way he slowly swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. Besides, Felix could give you something more. Something Chan could never.

No. You stopped yourself. That wouldn’t be happening tonight. It would only make things more complicated, more dangerous. Still, you could feel it deep inside you, pounding for control. That familiar, incessant hunger. The more you tried to ignore it, the more it was there. Becoming stronger as your ears focused in on Felix’s heart beat, the sound of blood pumping through his veins.

You were pulled from your thoughts as the sight of your apartment complex appeared in front of you. Quietly you entered, making your way up the stairs and towards your own door. Releasing your arm from Felix’s, you fumbled for your keys in your purse. Giving him a small smile, you twisted your key in the lock, and allowed him inside.

The moment you closed your apartment door, all bets were off. Felix tossed his books onto your kitchen table, clashing into you with a speed that almost made you lose your own breath. You felt your back press against the wall behind you, Felix’s lips devouring your own. Desperate and wanting.

He quickly revisited the buttons of your blouse, this time starting at the top and beginning to make his way down. All the meanwhile his lips traced your neck, gently brushing against your skin. With every new kiss fueling your own desire, you slowly began to rock your hips into his own. This was escalating. Fast. As he finished with the last button, he allowed your blouse to drop from your shoulders, smiling to himself as he took you in.

“Your turn,” you breathed, tugging at the collar of his shirt as a signal to take it off. He did so, absent-mindedly tossing it aside into your living room. He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him, staring deeply into your eyes. Then he proceeded to say the very last thing you ever expected him to:

“Look at your eyes… You haven’t fed in weeks, have you?”

You slapped his hand away and shoved him off of you, rushing to the otherside of the room, putting the coffee table between yourselves. “How-How do you?” You stammered, physically unable to form a complete sentence. How could he possibly know what you were? How did he even know you existed?

Felix’s eyes widened, clearly shocked by your reaction. “No, no. Don’t worry!” He said frantically, outstretching his hand to you. “Listen, I’m not going to hurt you or anything. I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”

You stared at him, disbelievingly. “Yeah? And how do I know that?” You let this man into your home, your safe space. How could you have been so stupid?

“Look, I grew up around Vampires okay? My neighbors, back in my childhood home, they were like you. I know the signs. I know how your eyes blow out when you’re hungry, the way they glaze over when you haven’t fed in a while. That’s it. I didn’t even realize until I got a good look at you, back when you were translating. It’s no big deal, really.”

You scoffed. No big deal? Felix didn’t seem to realize just how big of a deal it actually was. Humans weren’t supposed to know what you were, certainly not at Hampden. The Society had made well sure of that. God, if The Council saw you now...

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I should have told you back at the library. I honestly didn’t think it would freak you out this much. That’s on me,” he said, inching slightly closer to you. Despite yourself, you didn’t move away. “I’m serious though, it’s been a while since you last fed. Hasn’t it?”

A while was an understatement. The Society had been going through a shortage of blood bags, after having severed their connections with one of the nearby hospitals. Meaning if you wanted to drink, it would have to be from one of their Certified Donors. Which was another, fancier and far more innocent way of saying prisoners. These were humans who had given their lives to The Society, some willingly and others not so much.

You didn’t like going to their quarters. Located in the basement of the main district, it was always quiet down there. Always solemn. You’d never been to a place lacking so much hope. You’d only gone once, and drinking from that man still haunts you to this day. The way he didn’t move or speak, or even wince when your fangs broke his skin. The way his eyes were hollow and empty. How when you were done he simply laid down in his bed and turned away from you, without another word.

The Certified Donors were what made you begin to hate The Society in the first place. Since then, your resentment only seemed to grow.

You sighed, walking past him and flopping onto your couch. “Yeah, it’s been a while,” you confessed.

Felix carefully approached you. Instead of seating himself next to you, he got down on his knees, resting a hand on your thigh. “It’s okay, you can use me. I don’t mind.”

You were ready to tell him no, the word lingering on the tip of your tongue. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. Perhaps it was your hunger, the fact that a few more weeks in this drought, you might actually become ill.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that you wanted to disobey the society. That this little act of rebellion, this utterly wrong indulgence, was what made your desire grow unbearable, unchained. You hated The Council, you hated the Certified Donor system, and you hated the way they had such a firm grip and control on your life.

A beautiful boy was seated in front of you, begging you to drink from him. How could you possibly say no? Better yet, why would you say no? To deprive yourself of something so great, for something you despised so deeply seemed ridiculous. That was the moment your judgment lapsed, that you crossed the point of no return. If you drank from Felix, there would be no going back. If the council found out, there would be consequences. Big ones.

But who doesn’t love a little risk?

You sunk down to meet him on the floor, staring at his bare chest. You could hear his heart pumping, its pace quickening the closer you got to him.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked.

“Yes,” he whispered. You shifted your position. Not quite seating yourself in his lap, but hovering above, your knees on either side of him.

“This might hurt a little bit,” you warned. You extended your fangs, approaching his neck, carefully. You didn’t realize until then how nervous you were. It had been a long time since you’d fed from a human. You’d drank from Chan of course, but he was also a vampire, and your blood didn’t have quite the same effect. There was pleasure in it, usually accompanied in moments of ecstasy, but it didn’t replenish you. It didn’t heighten your senses, nor fill you with energy. Most of all, it didn’t satisfy your hunger, your thirst. Not at all.

Felix’s blood would.

You kept this in mind as you finally plunged your fangs into his neck. Felix let out a gasp, tensing beneath you, his hand clutching onto your arm for support. The taste of his blood grazed your tongue, metallic and warm. Delicious.

Fuck, did blood ever taste this good before? You didn’t think so.

The sweet taste consumed you. Intoxicating. Raw. Cascading over your mind in a blanket of pleasure, reveling in the way its effects seeped over your body. You could feel your mind growing sharper, your senses becoming more alert. It was a relief, after weeks of blurry weakness, of being too close to humanity in your thirst. You felt yourself again, the monster you are. The monster you are glad to be.

Here you were powerful. Invincible. And all you wanted was more. More. More.

More of this power, this sensation, this strength. This is what feeding should be. What feeding can give you. Not from a blood bag, nor a helpless prisoner, but from someone you want. Someone you desire. Someone who desires you in return.

It was as you felt Felix’s grip on your arm loosen that you finally broke away, breathing hard as you caught your breath. Felix’s eyes shifted to yours lazily, dazed. Perhaps even delirious. For a moment you feared that you’d taken too much. He blinked slowly, his eyes regaining focus.

Then he smiled. “Shit Y/N…” he began, his voice appearing more of a croak. “That felt really fucking good.”

You grinned, leaning into him and pressing a series of kisses up along his jaw. Felix shivered, allowing his hands to slowly slide up your figure. Wanting.

“Yeah?” You whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. “Then how about we continue where we left off?”

~~~~

The next morning you woke to the sound of your alarm buzzing, sunlight peeking through the opening of your drapes. You heard a low groan next to your ear, quickly becoming aware of the hand wrapped around your waist.

So last night really happened. The reality of your situation dawned on you. You’d both drank from and fucked a human. There was no going back now, you’d completely disobeyed The Society.

Worst of all? You didn’t care. At least, not near as much as you should have.

You shifted to face Felix, seeing his eyes still closed, eyebrows furrowed. “Hey,” you whispered, planting a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “We have to get up. I have class.”

He groaned again in protest, shaking his head and burying his face into the crook of your neck. Between last night's events and the ringing of your alarm, you both only got about two hours of sleep, and that was being generous. This was no problem for you, as while sleep was a luxury, it was not a necessity. The same didn’t go for Felix.

“Come on,” you laughed, worming out of his grasp. “You’ll be fine, I’ll go make us some coffee.”

You rolled out of bed, throwing on Felix’s discarded shirt and heading towards your kitchen. Flicking on the radio, you felt oddly blissful as you grounded the coffee beans into a filter. It had been a long time since there’d been another person in your apartment. It made the space seem less… haunted. No longer lingering with the essence of Chan’s ghost. It felt fresh. New.

Felix emerged from your bedroom, rubbing his eyes sleepily, sporting only his khaki’s from the past day. His gaze met yours and he smiled. “So, I take it my shirt is yours now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, leaning forward over your kitchen counter. Felix bent down, causing you to become nose-level with one another. The close proximity made your heart race.

“Mean,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss you softly. There was no unchained desire, no promise of more. It was simple, warm. A morning of peace after a night of wildness.

You could get used to this, you thought.

The thought sunk in your chest like a stone. This wouldn’t be as simple as you wanted to be, as you needed it to be. There would be sacrifices to make, and cautions you’d have to adhere to. You had to get the truth out in the open. Better to rip the bandaid off now rather than later.

“Felix, you can’t tell anyone about this.” You said. The smile faded from Felix’s face, and for a moment he looked so… hurt. He stepped back.

“About the feeding? Y/N, I wouldn’t tell anyone what you are, don’t worry about-”

“No, not just the feeding. About us. About any of it.”

Felix opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly closed it. His gaze hardened. “Ah. Got it,” he stated sharply, grabbing his blazer and motioning to the door. “I’ll just head out then.”

“Wait, Felix! No, it’s not like that,” you said, rushing around the kitchen island and reaching for his arm. He turned around to face you, his expression wounded. “Listen, I don’t know how it was with your old neighbors, but here at Hampden things are different. There’s certain rules we have to follow, and what you and I did? Well, that broke about a hundred of them.”

Felix was silent for a moment, then sighed. “Okay… But what do you mean rules? Who’s enforcing them? Hampden?”

“No, it’s bigger than that. There’s a group of us here, a society. There are rules we abide by, and they’re meant to keep us safe. Keep us united,” you explained.

“Like a cult?” Felix asked, and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“Well, if that helps you, then whatever. Yeah, sure. A cult.”

“Where do you-”

“I’m sorry,” you cut him off. “But that’s all I can really tell you, at least for now. Honestly, the less you know, the better. Just for safety’s sake.”

“Oh. Alright,” Felix said, his lips pursed. He wasn’t pleased, that much was obvious.

“I know this sucks, I’m sorry. But if we want to keep doing this-”

“Wait,” Felix interrupted, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “You want to keep doing this? I thought you’d get in trouble?”

You smiled, and were pleased to see the corners of his mouth curve up in return. “I’ve already risked getting myself in trouble.” You trailed your finger along the bare of his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. He was so alive, so real. And it only made you want him more. Perhaps, that’s why he wanted you as well. You were unpredictable, wild. A challenge.

A match made in hell.

“I dug myself a grave, Lix.” You looked up at him, entranced by the curiosity swimming in his eyes. “Might as well lie in it.”

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How about the V3 boys, (the ones who died) with a s/o whos the Ultimate Spirit Medium/Necromancer and they call the spirit of the dead character? I just wanna see some scenarios/hc's of that, if u could do it that'd be gr8! If not thats okay, i understand ^^

hey everyone, long time no see! sorry for sort of vanishing for a while, i’ve been super busy with school and my job and kind of lost interest in danganronpa for a little bit,,,, but i’m back and i’m gonna try my best to get through the requests in our inbox and maybe even try and finish a few more of the october prompts (if you guys would still be interested in seeing those!!).

anyways, sorry for the long wait on your request, anon! this was one i had started a few months ago back when i was writing regularly and i finally buckled down and finished it!! i decided to do all the v3 boys (except kiibo because uhhh hes a robot) instead of just the ones who died in canon to avoid spoilers for anyone who hasn’t finished the game yet!! i apologize if some of these seem repetitive i sorta started running out of ideas by the end lmao. i hope you enjoy, anon!

warnings: mentions of death/dying (obviously), general angst

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:

Shuichi Saihara

— to say the least, Shuichi is a little shaken up now that he’s gone and you’re... well, not.

— he always told you he’d stay by your side forever, and he feels guilty. he feels like he broke a promise

— but... you talk to him again that first night. you say his name and look straight at him. can you see him? no, it couldn’t be... right?

— of course, once he puts all the pieces together, it all makes sense

— you’re the ultimate spirit medium, for goodness sakes! of course you can see him and speak to him the same way you would any other living person

— after a while, Shuichi stops feeling so guilty for leaving you. partially because it doesn’t feel quite like he’s abandoned you, and also because you reassure him that he didn’t do anything wrong by dying

— i mean, come on, it’s not his fault he got killed! how could you ever hold that against him?

— still, it takes him some time to come to terms with everything.

— though he loves you, he still finds it sad that he can never speak to anyone else ever again. at least, not without your aid.

— but as long as he has you by his side to help him cope... he knows he’ll be alright

— after all, he loves you, and you love him. and that’s enough to give him the strength he needs to keep from falling apart.

Rantaro Amami

— he's still very protective of you, despite the fact he’s merely a spirit now

— he’s always right by your side, no matter what.

— even when you aren’t able to take a moment to talk to him, or even look in his direction, Rantaro is right there

— if he were still alive, the way he now follows you around all the time may seem obsessive and creepy, but you actually appreciate it

— nobody else can see or speak to him but you, which makes his constant presence comforting, in a way

— Rantaro isn’t able to touch you in the same way he could when he was alive, but nonetheless, he still tries

— he’ll try to place his hand atop yours, or wrap his arms around your figure, but he always just passes straight through you

— you find the chill that blossoms on your skin where he touched you comforting; it’s a reminder that even though he’s gone, he’s still there with you

— it breaks his heart that he can’t truly be with you, but he tries not to focus on his own problems too much

— after all, your happiness is much more important to him than his own; you are his priority

— you’ll have to remind him that it’s okay for him to be sad, and that he shouldn’t bottle up his own emotions to be there for you

— he’ll want to keep being the person to take care of you, and watch out for you, but he needs you to be that person for him

Kokichi Ouma

— you didn’t really think Kokichi would start behaving himself just because he’s dead, did you?

— honestly he uses the fact only you can see and speak to him to his advantage

— good luck trying to keep your cool around other people while he’s off being a clown right in front of you

— but of course, he’s not all fun and games

— i mean... he’s dead. and that sucks

— he probably won’t show it, at least not right away, but he doesn’t like the feeling of separation between you two

— sure, he’s still around, but not like before. before, he could surprise you with a kiss or a suffocating hug, but he just can’t do that anymore

— it hurts. really bad.

— but he knows he’ll be okay. he know’s he’ll get used to it someday, as long as he has you with him to cheer him up when he gets especially sad

— you’re his sunshine, and he may not show it, but he needs you. so don’t leave him all alone, okay?

Gonta Gokuhara

— lets be honest... Gonta has the hardest time of the bunch adjusting to being nothing more than a spirit

— you’ll likely have to give him a lot of comfort. he’s confused, and he misses being able to be with you for real :(

— the hardest part for him is no longer being able to touch you

— he longs to feel your lips press gently against his cheek, to lay in your lap as your hands comb through his hair... he’d give anything to hold you in his arms again...

— unlike Rantaro, he’s not content with merely passing through your body when he makes contact with you

— it just... upsets him. it’s a cruel reminder that his life ended, and that he will never get to hold you, kiss you, and just love you the way he could before his life ended

— be patient with him, please... he’ll adapt eventually... but it could take a while

— just make sure to remind him how much you love him, he’ll need a lot of reassurance and comfort from you

Kaito Momota

— surprisingly, Kaito adapts to the situation pretty well

— if he is struggling with any sort of major emotions, he’s doing a stellar job of hiding it from you. and you hate that

— you don’t totally believe him when he says he’s okay, or when he tells you not to worry about him

— you know him better than that. it doesn’t make sense to you. he just died for crying out loud! he can never follow his dreams, never have the future he always wanted with you

— and you don’t understand how he can just shrug all that off and continue being your boyfriend like normal

— you confront him about it one night. he’s laying on his back, hovering beside you as you read (Kaito loves being able to float around in midair. perks of being a ghost, right?)

— "how can you be okay?" you blurt out suddenly. he looks at you, confused.

— you continue, asking all the questions that had been gnawing at you for days, and when you finally finish, he just laughs

— "of course i’m upset. but it’s a man’s job to protect the ones he loves! and being there for you is much more important than staying upset about this." he explains

— you can’t help but feel a little stupid. he’d always put you first, always prioritized your needs over anyone else’s, even his own. and he wasn’t about to stop just because he died

— fortunately for you, he isn’t upset with you sort of asking him why the hell he wasn’t a huge, depressed mess.

— in fact, he thinks it’s really sweet that, despite the fact you should be worried about yourself so you don’t end up joining him in the afterlife, you spent your energy fussing over him

Korekiyo Shinguji

— with Kiyo, not much changes. at least, not on his end.

— he’s very fascinated by the mere notion of being a spirit and has the time of his life unlife getting used to his new body

— at first you’re happy for him. i mean, it’s good that he’s not struggling, right? shouldn’t you want him to feel okay? you wouldn’t want him to suffer in sadness like you, right?

— but he’s so enthralled with his new state of being he... almost forgets to check up on you

— and even when he does spend time with you, it almost feels like all he does is talk about himself and the new things he’s discovered about being a spirit

— it’s frustrating, to say the least. you know you didn’t truly lose him, but it feels like you did

— when you finally tell him that you feel like he’s changed, he’s confused

— when Kiyo hears you say how much you miss him, how you feel like he’s so different now, he’s kinda just like ???????

— how could he be different? it’s still him, don’t you know that?

— after a long night of reflecting while you sleep (not needing rest is one of the many perks of being a spirit), Kiyo realizes what he’s been doing wrong

— you used to love when he’d talk to you endlessly about his work, his research, etc.

— but now, when he’d ramble on for hours about new things he’d learned thanks to being a mere spirit, it was just another painful reminder to you that he was dead. that he was gone.

— the moment he gets a chance, he apologizes to you. it’s a bit of an emotional moment for both of you, being the first time either of you have confronted the end of Kiyo’s life head on

— he tries to hold you, but all you feel is an icy chill where his flesh would have met yours, but oddly enough... it doesn’t make you feel worse

— you’d anticipated another tsunami of your own tears after Kiyo’s body passed through yours, but it’s comforting, albeit in a morbid way

— he’s gone, but you haven’t lost him. and you’ll never lose him; he’ll remind you of that every day if he has to

Ryoma Hoshi

— man, if you thought ryoma’s attitude and general outlook on life was depressing before, you’ve got a big storm coming

— for a long time after his death, he’s very... cold. to everyone and everything

— he’s upset. but not because he’s dead, but because he can’t protect you anymore

— being there for you, to defend you and keep you safe, had become his raison d’être, so to speak

— he knows you can still see him and talk to him. he’s not stupid. but he pretends he doesn’t hear you at first. part of him thinks that if he shuts you out long enough, you’ll come to your senses and realize you should be upset with him

— but you never do. despite what he thinks he deserves, you never turn on him, never give up on him, never stop loving him

— with time, he’ll come around and start learning to cope with his own death, and the fact you outlived him

— and you’ll be there with him every step of the way (whether he likes it or not)

#mod nagito #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 imagines #korekiyo shinguji x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #gonta gokuhara x reader #ryoma hoshi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #rantaro amami x reader #kaito momota x reader #drv3 x reader #danganronpa x reader #drv3

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato [Track 3]

Original title: 目覚め

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note: I nearly screamed the first time I listened to this track. They really went there, huh? This track just has a bunch of feels and mindfucks. I honestly did not know what to think after it. In the past, I’ve always found Ayato’s CDs to be a bit ‘lackluster’ compared to the other characters but since he is always the first character to have their CD released, he does get the element of surprise.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 3: Awakening

You wake up in your bedroom.

*Rustle rustle*

“...!”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Chichinashi. Oi! Can you hear me?”

You nod.

“Phew...Thank god. You actually woke up...This seems like a dream. Your complexion had improved as of late, so part of me grew hopeful, but still...I didn’t think you’d actually...I can’t believe this! Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this moment? ...Say, do you know where you are?”

You answer.

“Exactly. Your room. I’m glad I left it untouched.”

You ask him what is going on.

“Where do I even start!? (1) ...No, I guess it’s normal you don’t know what’s goin’ on. You idiot. Ever since we went to the lake that night...Fifty whole years have passed, you see?”

Your eyes widen in sheer surprise.

“Guess I can’t blame you for bein’ shocked. But that amount of time has definitely passed. I’ve watched the years go by after all. Day after day, sittin’ here by your side...At first I was at a complete loss. I’m sure I looked like a fool, but I carried you around to various places. Ones which held memories to us. Thinkin’ that maybe that would trigger your awakening. ーー That’s not all. I did absolutely everythin’ within my power, until all there was left for me was to pray. Knowin’ very well such a thing didn’t suit me, for a whole fifty years I continued. That’s why...I still can’t quite believe this. I won’t let you claim you’ve forgotten about me.”

You call his name.

“I’ll give you props for rememberin’. Well, I guess it makes sense. A mere fifty years are over in the blink of an eye for us Vampires. My appearance has barely changed either. I should still look the exact same as back then in your eyes.”

You suddenly flinch.

“What’s wrong? Does somethin’ feel off? Or are you in pain? If not that, do you feel sick in any way?”

You explain.

“Ah...You’re worried about the way your hands look, huh? I told you, didn’t I? Fifty years have passed.”

You ask Ayato for a mirror.

“A mirror, huh? I don’t mind but...Don’t be too shocked, okay?”

He fetches you a mirror.

*Rustle*

“Here you go. Will this do? ...You might look a lil’ different from how you remember yourself though.”

You peek into the mirror and shriek.

*Shatter*

“...It’s normal for humans to age, right?”

Ayato embraces you.

“No matter what you look like, you’re still the same inside.”

You voice your fears.

“There’s nothin’ to be afraid of. I’m right here with you. I watched over you for a whole fifty years, you really think I’m goin’ to abandon you now? Soーー Be a lil’ more happy! Kuh...Ugh...”

You ask Ayato what is wrong.

“Ugh...I’m...fine...It’s nothin’...Ugh...”

You reach out for him.

“Kuhーー! Stop it! Don’t touch me! ...No, I’m sorry. I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry about a thing. ...Haah, haah...”

You ask if he is thirsty.

“...Guess you could say that. Makes sense after goin’ fifty years without a single drop of blood. But I’ve already grown used to this pain. It’ll settle down in a sec...Kuh...”

You offer your blood.

“Don’t tell me you’re...Don’t be ridiculous! Cut it out!”

You insist.

“Stop! I don’t need it anymore! ...In the past, I would have surely fed off you without givin’ it a second thought, but I’ve changed. I’m satisfied just knowin’ you’ve finally woken up. I won’t ask for anythin’ else, so don’t grow so desperate. I’ll be...just fine.”

Ayato gets up and stumbles towards the door.

“Ugh...Kuh...”

He turns his head.

“You stay there...Just worry about yourself instead. It doesn’t...matter what happens to me...as long as we can be together. That night by the lake, you told me, didn’t you? That all you wanted was to relax together. ...Your wish is about to be granted. After fifty long years. Let’s finally go and watch it together. The sun risin’ above the lake. Okay? ーー...

*SCENE SHIFT*

“...Chichinashi!! Oi! ...Guess I should just let her sleep for now. What is goin’ on, for real!?”

Ayato scratches his head.

“Ahー None of this makes sense! Did I go overboard perhaps? ...Actually, before she lost conscious...she was actin’ sorta off, goin’ on about how humans don’t live that long...How they can’t live forever. That’s...! Well, she did have a point. You’ll obviously be the first to...Still, it won’t happen right now, will it!? Oiーー! ...Oi, I said! ...Fuck! Chichinashi!!”

*Rustle*

“Don’t just be snoozin’...! Open your eyes...!”

*Rustle rustle*

“I bet you’re just pretendin’ to be asleep, right!? Quit playin’ ‘round! Hey!”

*Tap tap*

“Don’t show me that sloppy sleeping face of yours! I’m gonna doodle on it! Do you want that, huh!?”

*Tap tap*

“No use, huh? ...Then how ‘bout this!? I don’t mind makin’ some mind-blowin’ takoyaki for you! It doesn’t even have to be takoyaki. Your favorite dish! While I’m at it, I’ll take you to whichever place you’d like to visit as well! Right! The sunrise we didn’t get to see by the lake! Let’s go watch it together! I’ll keep you company for hours on end! So...So hurry up and open your eyes already! Look around! Look at me...Hey...I’m beggin’ you...Please!!”

You slowly open your eyes.

“Oi...”

*Rustle*

“Haah...”

You immediately start inspecting your hands.

“What...? What’s wrong? Is somethin’ the matter with your hands?”

You sigh in relief.

“Oi. Why do you suddenly feel relieved?”

You explain.

“You had a weird dream? Haah...I don’t get it. Do you know just how worrーー ...Whatever! Fuck...! If you’re fine, get up already! Who gave you permission to lie there passed out?”

You apologize.

“Hmph! ...A single sorry won’t save your ass. ...Ugh.”

You ask if he’s thirsty.

“What? Somethin’ wrong with that? ...I told you I’ve been more thirsty than usual as of late, haven’t I?”

You offer your blood.

“Heh. ...You’re tryin’ to get back on my good side with your own blood? ...No thank you.”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Whatcha so shocked about? I don’t want it. ...I’m not in the mood. I no longer need your blood. Bet you’re happy your wish came true, huh? You wanted this, didn’t you? A peaceful time together.”

You appear to be in shock.

“Oi...What’s wrong? You’re not gonna faint on me again, are you? Give me a break already!”

You beg him to feed off you.

“...!? What are you doin’? Why do you want me to suck your blood so badly?”

You explain.

“Haah...? You want to be useful to me? What has gotten into you? It’s like you’re an entirely different person.”

You tell Ayato you can tell he is suffering because of you.

“…Ugh. Don’t be ridiculous! You think I’m sufferin’ ‘cause of you? Are you delusional? Stop talkin’ like you’re special. You’re not the only person on this planet who has blood pumpin’ through their veins.”

You try and protest.

“Stop. …I’ve heard enough.”

You offer your blood.

“I just told you I won’t suck your blood, remember?”

You beg.

“Cut it out! …The fuck’s goin’ on?”

You ask why he won’t suck your blood.

“I’m not in the mood right now. …Well, I’m leavin’ then. Seems like you’re healthy enough to complain at least.”

You ask him to wait.

“Shut up! I can go wherever I want! …For one, didn’t you hear me when I said I don’t need your stupid blood anymore? I’m done with you. Don’t you dare show your face before me ever again!”

Ayato leaves.

*Thud*

“...Kuh. ...Fuck!!”

He punches the wall.

*THUD*

“...I thought she was a goner for real. ...Actually, what am I even so afraid of!? Kuh!!”

*THUD*

“...I won’t suck her blood. Never again. ...If I don’t do this, sooner or later she’llーー... Fuck!”

*THUD*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says ‘You really think there’s a ‘how’ or ‘what’?’

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers daylight #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Return of the Jedi [Max Lord x gn!Reader]

Summary: You and Alistair are heartbroken when you find out opening week tickets for Return of the Jedi have sold out. So Maxwell calls an old friend and organises a special surprise for his little family.

Warnings: food mention

Word count: 2000>

Author’s note: I received a request to write a Maxwell Lord x neurodivergent!Reader from @smoldjarin . They provided me with so much information in regards to autism, stimming, hyperfixations and more. I had so much joy writing this and I hope you find joy in reading it too. I couldn’t have done this without Melissa. I just hope I done it justice. (PS— I wanted to include Melissa’s love for Star Wars in this. I think we all, as Pedro stans, love Star Wars).

Maxwell wanted to pull his hair out. He had no idea what you and Alistair were yapping on about, but, evidently, it was something you both felt very passionate about. He’d seen you enthusiastic like this before, sure, but this was the first time he’d ever seen Alistair so hyped up. His brown eyes were gleaming as he hopped up and down.

“He literally said ‘I am your father!’ you laughed and Alistair let out a long groan.

“Yeah but he’s the bad guy! And the bad guys always lie,” Alistair explained — and that statement alone was enough to make Maxwell frown. ‘The bad guys always lie’ ... Ironic, to say the least. But, Alistair did make an excellent point. “I don’t trust him.”

You giggled and pulled Alistair into your lap. You’d never found it easy, touching people and being so close to them, but Alistair has grown to be an exception. He was like a son to you.

“Well, I suppose all will be revealed next week.” you told the ebony haired boy, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You and Alistair got along really well, and Maxwell couldn’t be more grateful, but it was the moments when you both babbled on about Star Wars that had him feeling the most clueless. Granted, he hadn’t found the chance to sit through the movies, but he wanted to because he knew how much it meant to you and his son.

He was also made blissfully aware that the third and final instalment of the trilogy was being released next week, because you and Ali couldn’t stop talking about it. Even in the moments when Alistair wasn’t there, you expressed your excitement to Maxwell. He found it endearing though. He loved it when you talked about your interests and current hyper-fixations. Which is why his heart broke when you read the Friday morning paper and found out all the tickets for opening week were sold out.

Max, despite having no interest in Star Wars, was devastated when he saw the look on your face. He especially didn’t want to be the person who had to break the bad news to Alistair.

“I was really looking forward to it.” You mumbled sadly, your eyes fixated on your cereal. You only had a little left to eat, but truthfully, you’d lost all appetite. These movies and this franchise meant the absolute world to you, and now no doubt you’d have the final movie spoiled for you at work or by the television.

“Oh darling,” Maxwell hummed, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you tight. You relished in his warmth and found yourself getting lost in the comforting scent of his sweet musk cologne. “I know. And I’m sorry,” the silence between you both broke his heart. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll fix this.”

You weren’t sure how he could possibly fix this. There were simply no more seats available in the movie theatres. He couldn’t just spawn in more seats. What Maxwell Lord did have though, was power, influence and money— and when he put his mind to something, he was sure to get it done. You had never met anyone more determined than him.

He didn’t want to leave you that morning, but duty called and he had to go to work. You tried your hardest to push through the day, ignoring this morning’s revelation. You opted to meet up with a friend at the park, and got ice cream. But when you’re friend told you they’d got tickets, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. You deserved these tickets. It just wasn’t fair.

Maxwell was struggling to focus on his work too. He was running out of bright ideas, but he didn’t just want his statement from this morning to be another empty promise. He actually wanted to fix this. He’d do anything to make you and Alistair happy.

Then it struck him. If his life was a kids cartoon, an illuminated lightbulb would’ve popped above his head. He buzzed his assistant, Raquel, into his office.

“Mr. Lord?” she smiled, walking towards his pine wood desk. Maxwell combed his fingers through his golden locks of hair and looked up at the blonde girl.

“Do I know anyone who is in the uh— the new Star Wars movie?” He inquired.

Raquel was expecting some question about the latest oil numbers, or a request for more supplements — so to say she was taking aback by her boss’ query was an understatement.

She thought for a moment. “Well, Harrison Ford has been a long time investor for Black Gold. He attended last year’s charity gala. Do you remember?”

Of course Maxwell remembered. How could one forget about being in the presence of Hollywood A-Lister Harrison Ford? “Harrison’s in Star Wars?” Maxwell quizzed, trying to hide his piqued curiosity. “Bring me his number. I have to make a call.”

———

Maxwell was so excited to get home and share the good news with you and Alistair. You greeted him just as you normally did, with a loving embrace and a gentle kiss.

“How was your day sweetheart?” your boyfriend asked, smoothing out your hair.

You shrugged. “Fine I s’pose,” you told him. “How was work?”

Maxwell’s grin only grew. “Bring Alistair in.” he beamed.

You called for the boy who had been playing with his action figures in his bedroom. His mom had dropped him off about an hour before Maxwell got home. You and Ali snuggled into each other on the crushed velveteen sofa as Maxwell paced backwards and forwards. It wasn’t nervous pacing though, he was bubbling with anticipation.

“I hope you’re all excited for tomorrow night,” Maxwell began, before flashing three pristine Return of the Jedi tickets before yours and Alistair’s eyes. “Because I met with my good friend Han Solo for lunch and he has given us access to a private screening on Sunday night. So we get to see the movie before the rest of the world.”

You felt like you were in a dream. He’d done it. He’d actually fixed it. You didn’t know how and you knew better than to question him, but it didn’t matter because he somehow managed to fix this and it was all to you and Alistair. You’d found it so hard to find someone who loved you for you, who didn’t mind your stims and who encouraged your hyperfixations. But Maxwell was that man and you couldn’t believe how lucky you had gotten.

Alistair bounced up and jumped on his dad, almost knocking him over in the process. Maxwell wrapped his arms around the six year old and picked him up.

“Daddy! Thank you thank you thank you!” he squealed, unable to contain his ecstatic grin. “I had no idea you were friends with Han Solo!”

Maxwell smiled. “Oh yeah, me and Han go way back. I used to co pilot with him on the—“ Maxwell paused for a second as he tried to recall what Harrison told him. He had to get this right. “—Millennium Falcon?”

Both yours and Alistair’s jaw dropped. Gods, he was good at this. Maxwell may have been a brilliant businessman but he was an even better father.

“Does that mean you know Luke and Leia too?” Alistair asked.

“Oh yes.” Maxwell nodded, despite having no idea who Luke and Leia were.

“And Chewbacca?”

Chewbacca? Maxwell thought. What kind of name was that? Never the less he smiled and nodded. “Absolutely.”

“And Artoo and Threepio?”

Maxwell blinked. “Yep.” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Wow daddy,” Alistair hummed, snuggling into his dad’s chest. “I’m so excited.”

Maxwell dropped Alistair the ground and kneeled to his level. “You should put on your jammies and have an early night. That way, tomorrow will come around quicker.”

“Okay!” Alistair agreed enthusiastically before running back into his bedroom.

“And remember Ali!” Maxwell called. He cleared his throat and pointed his finger. “I am your father.”

That was it. That was the last straw. You’d tried your hardest to hold back your laughter as Max humoured his son, but seeing your boyfriend do a Darth Vader impression was something else.

Max sighed and sat down next to you, pulling your body into his lap. “I love you so much, my dear.”

You grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you too. I can’t believe you did all of this.” you revealed.

“I always keep my promises.” he replied with the most genuine smile.

———

The movie was a success, and even Maxwell enjoyed it, which was very unexpected.

“I can’t believe Darth Vader was telling the truth,” Alistair sighed, exasperated. It had been a long day for sure, and his cheeks were still rosy with excitement. “I’m so glad Darth Vader isn’t my dad.”

Maxwell tutted.

“But he turned good in the end,” You smiled, taking Ali’s hand. “He saw what truly mattered. He had to save his son.”

Yeah, the parallels between Vader and Luke and Maxwell and Alistair were interesting to say the least.

“Daddy, who was your favourite character?” Alistair asked.

Maxwell thought for a moment. “I liked that guy in the green armour, he was cool. He sorta reminds me of, well, me.”

“Boba Fett?” Alistair quirked an eyebrow. “Oh daddy, no one is as cool as Boba Fett.”

Maxwell feigned a gasp. “Not even your old

man?”

Alistair giggled and rolled his eyes. “I liked the Ewok!” he announced and then tugged on your hand. “Who did you like?”

“I like Leia,” you beamed. “She’s strong and beautiful...”

“Just like you.” Maxwell whispered, brushing his

lips against yours.

The night came to an end and you couldn’t have been happier. As you lay in bed, you thanked Maxwell for all he had done. He was truly the best boyfriend in the world. He loved you so much, and he swore in that moment, as you fell asleep in his arms, that the next promise he’d make would be a promise to himself.

He was going to marry you.

———

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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Yoru x male reader

Got this idea from a tiktok. btw I have no idea if blunt force can cause a split lip.

Pre-VALORANT Protocol and Kingdom creation, a short time after First Light. This entire thing is a lot of headcanons

Requested: No

Word Count: 2,305

Warnings: making out, cat cockblocking cause she wants food, sparring, split lip, blood, a bit of sadomasochism, bottom & masochist Yoru, sadistic reader, very very suggestive

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His lungs were begging for air, his knees were close to giving in, his skin felt like it was burning, his arms were sore. It was no matter of time before he was on the ground again, your foot on his chest. He was starting to like this point of view.

Though he doesn’t get to cherish it much longer because you’re off of him quickly.

“You don’t block properly.” You state, wiping the sweat off your face with the bottom of your shirt. Yoru, despite all his exhaustion, wolf whistles as he stares at your exposed skin. You ignore him, seeing as this one was on you, unlike all the previous ones. “No offense-only can win in my arena.”

“Manly Jackie?” He suggests. Manly Jackie was once a participant of your arena. As most champions with awful alliances, his reign did not last long.

“He was once a champion, yes, but he was beaten by somebody with good balance. Coerce had both good and offensive qualities. Jackie ate shit that match.” You chuckle at the memory.

Yoru shrugs, standing up. Pain sears on his skin when he gets back on his feet, but he ignores it. If he wants to be in your arena, he has to be ‘eligible’. And boy, did he not meet your conditions. “Another round.”

You had to give it to him, he had courage. After all, he’d asked the boss of an arena to train him by sparring. But the courage blinded him; either that, or he just pushed right through the pain.

That ‘First Light’ event had given him a lot more courage than he already had. He had gotten powers from it, and he figured they’d be useful in battle.

You see, Yoru had a lot of connections. He was the guy on the block that always got into trouble, yet he always managed to weasel out of it thanks to his connections. Though most of the trouble was caused by his connections, because that meant that his connections; enemies were his enemies. He was stuck in a loop, getting beat up by his connections’ enemies, then saved by his connections.

That was why he came to you. He wanted to get skills in fighting, not only to avoid his own demise from his connections’ enemies, but also to gain money. Your champions got rewards, and he was running a little low on funds.

It had been a while since the First Light happened, which gave you the right amount of time to decide whether to invite these new ‘superpowered’ people into your arena. You’d decided on yes, but these new people had to meet the conditions that the normal fighters did, skill and muscle.

He had some muscle, along with potential, but you wouldn't admit that; a big ego isn't a good trait for a beginner to have, even though he already had one.

You raise an eyebrow, “Tenth time I knock you off your feet, yet you’re still getting back up. I can tell you’re tired, Yoru.” He loved it when you said his given name, although it was the only one he gave to you. “This time you might just last 5 minutes.”

“I’m fine with lasting 5 minutes.” He winks.

“Sorta pathetic if you do,” You look him up and down and see him shrink under your gaze. “both ways.” Yoru smirks. He likes when you flirt back, though he can’t tell if you mean it.

“Sure you don’t just want to sit down for a while?” You gesture to the couch at the back of the room.

“I’m sure.”

Your living room was more of a gym than anything. Being the boss meant you got a steady income; you had a big apartment. You had a couch, yes, but anything else that’s part of a lounging area was nonexistent. Although, the room didn’t look quite good, with the couch standing out amongst the gym equipment and the kitchen having barely enough working space.

When Yoru first saw it, he questioned it. As the boss, he expected you to have many visits from ‘business partners’ of sorts. He’d assumed you did them in your own home, rather than anywhere else, which is dumb on his end.

"I don't get many visits.” You’d replied, after clearing up the business meeting part.

"I highly doubt that. With the way you look, I figured you got plenty of feminine visitors." He might just have killed his chances with you.

"Feminine, perhaps." Feminine submissive men, that is. He didn't know that, and you didn't feel like coming out to an acquaintance of yours. "But not all that often. Besides, they don’t stay for long.”

You regretted entertaining his perverted head, since that had sparked many more pick up lines from him. At least you believed it did, you didn’t know if he would’ve otherwise.

Yoru barely manages to dodge your punch, though before he can recover, you take his momentary vulnerability to strike again. He doesn’t have the reflexes to react. The air is knocked out of his lungs, and he doubles over in pain, yet he doesn’t tap out. You expect him to, which is why you don’t punch him again, but it gives him a moment to get back at you.

He punches your stomach, but at this point he’s so weak and exhausted that it barely hurts. You’re not one to take pity though. Over the years, you’d learned that mercy did not make good business in an underground job.

This blow is hard, then again all of them are hard, though this one seemed to do something different.

That something is knocking him out.

When he regains consciousness, he's laying down on your couch. You're on the other side of the room, leaning against your kitchen counter and rewrapping your knuckles.

"How long was I out?" He asks immediately, only to find that his jaw aches when he speaks.

"A few minutes." You reply, you don’t look up at him, nor do you seem surprised that he’d woken up. “A bit uncommon, though you’re only a rookie. In a few months, you’ll eat that kind of blow like it was any other.”

"You have no technique, your punches are too obvious, your blocks are easy to break, and you don't know your limits." You list off his weaknesses. “Don’t let that ego of yours get to your head.” They felt more like insults than constructive criticism.

Yoru huffs in frustration, though mentally taking note of them. Thanks to his arrogance, he thought he’d be a natural. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked the boss after all. He licks his lips as he thinks, it’s only then that he finds his bottom one is split. "Hey, (y/n)?" You look at him, he points towards his lips. "A little help?"

You sigh but gesture him to come to you. You take note of how his walk is a little eager as he walks to sit on the stool next to you.

You take his chin in your hand to tilt it up and inspect his lip, though you have no problem with diagnosing the problem. "Split lip."

"You know, I heard that you need to apply pleasure to a bleeding lip to fix it." His tone suggests he's not going to do it himself, as well as something else you definitely catch yet you ignore. He most certainly wasn't saying it innocently, instead, it was quite flirtatious.

"And what are you suggesting?" You can't help but flirt back. He's handsome, which is part of his charm, but you can't say you didn't enjoy beating up his pretty little face earlier; and not in the 'putting someone cocky down' kinda way.

“Put some kinda pressure on my lips.” Yoru elaborates.

You can’t help but laugh a little, “Okay, let me just get a rag.” You move away from him, but Yoru tugs you back, putting a hand on the back of your neck. Before you can say anything else, he kisses you. He's impatient and it's clear, he couldn’t stand you playing around anymore.

The blood from his busted lip would be discouraging, if you weren't lowkey sadistic. On the other hand, Yoru feels pain with every move of your lips against his own. He seems to like it though. He's had his fair share of hook ups, but never had pain been a part of them. It was new and thrilling to feel a sting of both pain and pleasure.

You, with all the experience you have, bite his bottom lip to ask for permission to deepen the kiss, forgetting Yoru's situation. You pull back, fully expecting a whine and complaint, but you find a moan instead. You'd never expected to find a masochist to your sadist, least of all him, but you took the opportunity.

"You liked that?" You chuckle. “Pain?”

"Oh, shut up." Yoru groans. He doesn't like to be on the receiving end of teasing, which is an unlikely pair to his masochism. “But, yes.”

You laugh again, only to take his lips moments after. You're heated in lip lock when you decide you're tired of this position, leaning down is a little tiring. With seemingly no effort at all, you lift him up. Yoru wraps his legs around your waist instinctively, pulling back from your kiss with a gasp. "Hey!" He whines, only to be interrupted by a moan when your hands dig into his ass.

"Now where do you want to go?" You give him a flirtatious smile. "Bedroom, traditional but I can't blame you; couch, more comfortable for the both of us; or counter? High chance of getting bent over." Your words send a shiver down his spine.

He liked this new, flirtatious you. Before, you were a mere connection which he’d gotten from running errands for you every now and then. They were mundane tasks, and as boss, you had to keep your intimidating, serious composure. Naturally, it made him want to crack you, see who you were when nobody was looking at you. Obviously, your personality was not flirting, although at least it wasn’t the aforementioned. Hopefully he’d find out more the next morning.

"Counter." Yoru mutters. He hopes to god that you don't make him repeat himself with the fake excuse that you hadn't heard him.

Thankfully, you don't, instead bringing him to sit on top of the counter. Your hands are no longer on his ass, something he disliked, but he can't really blame you for it. He starts kissing you again, hungry and yearning. His fingers tug at your hair restlessly, legs still around your waist pulling you closer to him.

He wants more, and you’ll gladly give it to him.

You bite his bottom lip again, making him open his mouth with a gasp. You take advantage of the moment, sliding your tongue in his mouth. Your hands slip under his shirt, caressing his skin absentmindedly. The rough feeling of your hand wrap contrasts against your soft yet calloused fingers, yet it felt good all the same. Yoru finds your touch leaving a burning feeling, suddenly finding himself hot and bothered.

He pulls back, much to your mutual dismay. Before you can ask, he takes off his shirt, clearing your confusion. “Oh.”

Yoru laughs, “Oh.” He mocks you.

You tsk, silencing him with your lips before he can tease you further. Yoru’s disappointed by the fact you don’t play with his chest anymore, seeing as he discarded of his shirt for that purpose. He takes your hands and slides them up his abdomen, leaving you to figure out the rest. He’s disappointed when you pull back just to laugh.

“That eager, huh?” Yoru, instead of avoiding your gaze like other people would, looks you head on with a look that says ‘so what?’. It makes you laugh again, “Alright, alright.”

You peck him on the lips, which confuses him a little, until you pepper kisses down to his neck. He groans as you do, hands trailing up to your hair and tugging your head further down. “Jeez.” You mutter, but continue anyway. Meanwhile, your hands trail up to his nipples and play with them. Once again, your hand wraps cause different textures and feelings.

You kiss and bite at his neck, leaving marks. Some of them are stained with blood, though that comes from kissing his cut lips.

Before you can continue doing anything else, though, you hear a meow. Both of you stop and turn to look down, seeing your cat looking up at you two. Immediately, the mood dies down, because you can’t just make out in front of your floofy child.

Yoru unwraps his legs from your waist, allowing you to bend down and reach out to pet her. Instead of accepting the pets, she reaches out to swat you with her claws. Unfortunately, you don’t react quick enough, even with those reflexes of yours. You hiss, clutching your hand. Yoru laughs while you give him side eye with a huff, “It’s her dinner time.”

You move towards the cabinets, where you keep her food. He watches you as you prepare it from the counter.

For a moment, you sit in silence, but he doesn’t like that. "If you can't make fun of me 5 seconds after making out with me, who even are you?"

You chuckle and comply. "You know, if you had chosen the bedroom, the cat wouldn't have bothered us." You think it over for a few seconds. "Well, she would've, but the sound of her slashing at my door would've been drowned out by the bed creaking."

Yoru flushes red, even though he’d actually asked you to tease him. “Then let’s go there afterwards.”

You shrug, “It depends on if you get me in the mood again.”

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theplaid-wearingmoose · 4 years

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Teach Me~Hiccup x Reader smut for sanandreasmakaylen~

Can I have a Hiccup imagine where the girl has never had sex before (they *the gang* found her on changewing Island, she had been raised by them) and she’s very naive about everything so he helps her through it? This would be set during Race To The Edge. Please 🥺

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Your name: submit What is this?

Adjusting to life off your island was difficult at first. The Dragon Riders had found you when they visited Changewing Island. That was their name for your home. Fitting, since Changewings were your only family. You had been abandoned there when you were very young and luckily a female Changewing found you and made you her child instead of her dinner. All you remembered was your name. Y/N. You couldn’t remember anything about your parents or how you came to be abandoned on the island.

When the Riders found you, they decided that you should live among other humans. They brought you back to their island, which they called Dragon’s Edge, and began to teach you everything they knew. They taught you how to speak, hunt, fight, build, fish, eat, bathe properly, all kinds of things. They gave you real clothes and a proper bed. You soon were functioning just like a normal human. There were some things you still didn’t fully grasp but you were learning quickly. Fishlegs and Hiccup had taken up the task of teaching you to read. Fishlegs provided you with all the books you could handle, while Hiccup explained things to you when you didn’t understand them. You had actually grown very fond of Hiccup and found yourself wanting to spend a lot of time with him. You were just scared he didn’t feel the same. You didn’t want him to see you as stupid or some savage animal to be tamed. You wanted Hiccup to like you. So you set out to become a normal viking just like the others.

You went to Astrid first. She was the more feminine of the two girls on the island. You could really only count on Ruffnut for mischief and roughhousing. You didn’t want to let Astrid know that you liked Hiccup just yet. You wanted to keep it to yourself for now. When you arrived at her hut, she was sitting outside, polishing her axe. She looked up when she heard you approach and smiled. “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” She asked. You smiled nervously back at her, unsure of how to go about asking for her help. “Um Astrid, I….sorta need your…help..with something. It’s girl stuff….” You muttered, embarrassment creeping onto your face. Astrid set down her axe and wiped her hands on her pants. “Okay? What did you wanna know?” “How do you get guys to like you?” You asked. Astrid looked surprised at your question. “Oh..well I would say, um, just be yourself I suppose. I never really worried about getting a guy to like me. I’m too focused on training to worry about relationships. Is there a guy you have a crush on?” She asked. You tilted your head in confusion. “What’s a crush?” You asked. Astrid chuckled and put her hand on her forehead. “My bad, I guess we didn’t teach you that one. A crush is when you have feelings for someone. When you’re attracted to someone and you want to be with them.” She explained.

“Oh! So like a mate?” “Yes like a mate. Though- geez this is so complicated to explain- not everyone you wanna be mates with will want to be mates with you. Take the Changewings for example. You know that sometimes when a male wants to be mates with a female, he has to impress her, right?” Astrid asked. You nodded, you had grown up seeing many courting rituals between the dragons. “Okay so sometimes the female doesn’t like the male. He didn’t impress her so she doesn’t mate with him. Get it?” You nodded. “So if I want Hiccup to mate with me, I have to impress him?” Astrid’s mouth dropped open. “So Hiccup is your crush? I knew it!” She stood up quickly, grinning. “What’s wrong?” You asked, confused. “Nothing, Snotlout just owes me. Listen Y/N, Hiccup isn’t nearly as complicated as Changewings, trust me. I’ve known him a long time. Just be yourself. Hiccup doesn’t like when people are being fake or trying overly hard to impress him. He likes when people are honest. I have a feeling Hiccup might feel the same way about you anyway.” She teased, nudging you playfully. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go see Snotlout. You should go see Hiccup though if you have any more questions about mating. I’m sure he’d be happy to explain it to you.” She added with a wink before walking down the stairs and towards Snotlout’s hut.

You did in fact have more questions about human mating rituals. Hiccup was so smart, surely he knew more about them. Hiccup had told you once about his home, Berk. He mentioned how there were many children on that island. Many children must mean that his people were very good with their mating rituals so you assumed Hiccup would know a lot. Hopefully human mating wasn’t as aggressive as Changewings. You quickly learned to stay away from the younger dragons during mating season. They were easily agitated and you had almost lost a couple fingers during mealtime once. You knew a few people on Berk were missing body parts, including Hiccup. Hopefully, aggressive mating hadn’t caused it. You decided you would ask Hiccup as you made your way to his hut.

He was often in there so you weren’t surprised to find him sitting at his desk, hunched over a piece of paper. Probably coming up with something else to build. You knocked softly on his door. Although it was open, the others had taught you that you were supposed to knock before entering someone else’s living space. You remembered Snotlout and the twins thought it was a foolish rule but the other three insisted you learn it anyway. Hiccup looked behind him when he heard you knock. He greeted you with a warm smile and gestured for you to come. “Hey, Y/N. How are you?” He asked. His smile as kind eyes made you blush and you suddenly felt nervous to be near him. “I-I’m okay.” You stuttered. “Everything okay? You look nervous.” He noticed. He misses nothing. You thought to yourself. “I-I just wanted to talk to you about something. Astrid said you could help me.” You replied. Hiccup shrugged. “Sure, I’ll try. What do you need help with?” He asked. “I wanted to know about human mating. What do humans do when they like someone? Astrid calls it a crush.”

Hiccup, clearly taken aback, was silent for a few minutes. His ears were turning pink and he began to scratch the back of his neck nervously. “Uhh…o-okay…I guess I could help you. Um d-do you have any, um, s-specific questions?” Hiccup stuttered. You nodded. “Yes, I’ve seen the Changewings mate multiple times and it’s very common for them to be injured in the process. Is this the same for people? Is it normal for people to lose body parts?” Hiccup’s eyes widened. “What?? No! People definitely are not supposed to lose body parts during sex.” You were confused. “So sex was not how your people lost their limbs? Did you not lose your foot because of an aggressive female tearing it off?” Hiccup’s mouth fell open slightly as he processed what you said. “Thor, no! That was..dragons mostly.” Hiccup answered. “My people and dragons haven’t always gotten along, Y/N. But that’s a story for another time, I think. Why do you want to know all this anyway?” He asked.

“Well I asked Astrid if she could teach me how to get a guy to like me. Then she mentioned crushes and I brought up dragon mating and I was confused on human mating and now we’re here.” You replied, feeling nervous. You weren’t sure if you wanted to tell Hiccup that you had feelings for him but as he drew closer to you and smiled in that cute way he always did, you could feel yourself getting weaker in the knees and growing hot. “Is there…someone you like, Y/N?” Hiccup questioned. You nodded, your throat growing dry as he moved closer to you. “Because…there’s someone I like too. I’m just not sure how she feels about me.” He admitted. “Will you tell me who you like, Y/N?” You swallowed as Hiccup stood in front of you. “Y-you, Hiccup. I like you.” Hiccup sighed with relief and smiled at you. “That’s good. I like you too, Y/N.” He said. You felt your heart leap in your chest at his words. “Really?” You asked, grinning. Hiccup grinned back and nodded. “Yeah..I really like you. And if you want, I can show you more about human mating. O-only if you want to. I won’t push you if you’re not ready.” He said, holding his hand out to you. Your hand shook as you placed it in his. Your stomach was in knots, nerves flooding through you. But you wanted this. You wanted Hiccup. And he wanted you too. So you let him lead you to his bed.

He was gentle as he sat down on the bed with you. You listened as he explained foreplay to you. It would help you relax and feel more ready for him. He seemed nervous as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips felt warm and soft against yours. His hands came up to caress your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. His hands moved from your face, to your shoulders, down your arms, to your hips. Hiccup gently pushed you both back until you were laying down with him resting on top of you. Your breathing sped up as his hands made its way down your body. He stopped just above the waistband of your pants. He looked into your eyes, asking you if it was okay to continue. You nodded, lifting your head slightly to kiss him again. He moved his hand carefully into your pants, gasping softly at how wet you already were. He had barely touched you.

He began by rubbing your clit in slow circles. You moaned quietly against his mouth and you gripped the collar of his shirt, holding him to you. He pressed kisses down the side of your face to your neck. Your soft gasps and moans were like sweet music to his ears. You clung to him tightly, as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go. He pulled away, smirking as you whimpered at the loss of contact. “Just a second.” He reassured you. You watched as Hiccup stood up to remove his clothes. You couldn’t stop yourself from staring as his leather pants dropped to the floor. Hiccup blushed as he felt you staring. “What are you supposed to do with that?” You asked, breathless. Hiccup blushed even harder. “Well it uh..goes, um...inside you.” You swallowed hard, unsure of what to do. You didn’t think there was anyway that would fit inside you. Hiccup must’ve sensed your hesitation because he quickly sat back down on the bed beside you. He took your hands in his and looked in your eyes. “We can stop if you don’t want to do this right now, Y/N. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He promised. You shook your head quickly. “No Hiccup, it’s okay. I want to.” You reassured him. He still seemed unsure until you smiled and nodded at him.

Positive that you wanted to continue, Hiccup gently pushed you back until you were laying against his pillow. “I’m gonna make sure I can fit without hurting you.” He informed you. You were about to ask what he meant when you felt his hands on your pants again. He tugged them down slowly and gently nudged your legs open. He rubbed over your clit again, just for a few moments. You gasped as he pushed one finger into you slowly. You whimpered at the feeling. It was different, but it felt good and you wanted more. As if he could read your mind, Hiccup added a second finger, followed soon after by a third, stretching you to accommodate him. You squirmed on the bed, overcome by the feeling of Hiccup’s fingers inside you. He put his other arm across your waist, pushing your hips down and forcing you to stay still. You felt your stomach tighten and you clenched around Hiccup’s fingers as your pleasure increased. This sensation was new and amazing. Hiccup’s eyes never left your face and somehow, that turned you on even more. You threw your head back and cried out as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, drowning you in bliss.

When you had calmed down a bit, you weakly lifted your head and glanced at Hiccup. His face was pink but his eyes were dark and his breathing had sped up. “H-Hiccup? What w-was that?” You panted. He gave you small smile but kept glancing down at your rapidly rising and falling chest. “Your first orgasm. How was it?” He questioned. “That was....wonderful. I’d really like to do that again.” Hiccup chuckled. “Wow, you recover fast.” You blushed and pulled him to you, kissing him again. Hiccup positioned himself between your legs and began to rub the tip of his cock against your clit. You jumped at the jolt of pleasure and giggled softly.

Your giggles quickly turned into a gasping moan as Hiccup pushed his cock inside you slowly. You hissed at the brief stinging feeling. Hiccup pushed all the way in and paused, letting you adjust to his size. He groaned as you involuntarily tightened around him. Once the pain subsided, you looked up into Hiccup’s eyes and nodded, telling him he could continue. He started slowly, partly to let you get used to the new sensations and partly so he could keep himself from cumming immediately. You were so tight around him and it was taking a lot of his focus to keep his orgasm at bay. As he began to pick up the pace a bit, he watched as your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open. The sweetest sounds fell from your lips and his heart beat faster as he realized how beautiful you looked like this. He’d definitely developed feelings for you over time but you right now, gasping and moaning his name while he was buried inside you, you had never looked so gorgeous to him. He wanted to stay like this forever. Hiccup wanted to keep you wrapped around his cock as long as possible.

You were in pure ecstasy. You felt so full and Hiccup’s cock was so deep inside you, it almost hurt. But any pain you felt just increased your arousal. Hiccup sped up as your moans got louder, his own grunts and moans nearly drowned out by yours. He lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder, giving him deeper access inside you. You gasped and your back arched as he shoved himself inside you. You were clinging to him hard, digging your nails into his back and dragging them across his skin. “Hiccup...I’m g-gonna o-orgasm..again!” You cried out. Hiccup moaned loudly and nodded his head. “Fuck...Y/N..do it. Cum again for me.” He growled.

Hiccup’s hips slammed against yours and the wave of pleasure hit you a second time, harder than the first. You held onto Hiccup like your life depended on it. Hiccup pulled out of you as you came down from your orgasm. He stroked himself a few times until he came on your stomach. He collapsed beside you, breathing heavily. You both looked at each other, panting and grinning, exhausted. After a few minutes, Hiccup sat up, groaning at having to use his legs so soon. He got up and grabbed a rag from his desk. He walked back over to you and sat between your legs once more. He gently wiped his cum off your stomach then tossed the rag on the floor beside the bed. He laid back down next to you and pulled you to him, his chest against your back. Your eyes grew heavier as Hiccup’s fingers threaded in your hair. You felt him press a soft kiss to your neck and you snuggled against him, You drifted off to sleep, enjoying the tingle between your legs. You knew that you wanted more and Hiccup knew he would be only to happy to continue educating you.

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