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vendetta-ari · 2 months

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hiii could I request a vox x f! reader with fluff, mutual pining, and smut? tysm <333

OFC YOU CAN I LOVE MUTUAL PINING 😭

I didn't have a lot to go off of so I kept it simple, I hope you enjoy my dear!!

WARNINGS: SMUT, NSFW (Minors please go away) PRAISE, [DUB-CON???] FINGERING, MAYBE MORE IDK MAN?? word count = 1,000

A blush spread across your face as vox put his shoulder around you, he always did shit like this but usually he was just joking or teasing you around, but something about this time felt different. maybe it was all the alcohol you two had drank but something about this small touch just made you crave Vox. you always were into vox ever since you laid your pretty little eyes on him.

Vox chuckled while sipping some whiskey, while turning to talk to Valentino. Of course he was talking to Val, they had some on and off relationship- and while you didn't really ever have that big of an issue with Valentino, you were jealous. So, so Incredibly jealous. Sometimes you'd hear them having sex and your anger built up against Val. God even hearing his voice just pissed you off. your nails dug into the couch you were sitting on out of anger as your eye twitched. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?

Vox seemed to take notice of your growing anger and spoke up about it “Dollface, you okay? the fuck is up with you?” He spoke in a concerned tone, despite his words.

You shrugged him off and just mumbled “I'm fine. get off my case! fucking christ Vox why dont you go fuck Val while your at it?” you spoke in such a sharp and stern tone, different from how you usually presented yourself. You stormed out of the club and went into the apartment you stayed at. Vox and you were the only ones who had keys to said apartment, I guess he was just the only person you really trusted. ironic isn't it? The man whose whole motto is to “trust us” while deceiving people is the only guy you trust in hell. It was fucking pathetic and you knew that very well, but some part of you just- needed him. Like some drug he was impossible to live without.

as you delved into your sorrows of loving such a pathetic man, a knock was at the door which snapped you back to reality. It was quickly followed by the jingling of keys and vox shouting from the outside “Doll, I'm coming in to check on you, it's not like you to do that. I know something's up” Vox opened up the door as his view drifted to you, sitting on the floor looking all sad and pathetic, the strap of your dress falling down to the side as you looked up at him with a pissed off face.

“So, whatd I do this time?” You almost choked on air, he really didn't know what he did? god this dumb fucking man, If you didn't love him your sure youd kill him instead. “What'd you do? you fucking treat me like some side peice! you act like you're into me and love me but then you go and fuck that stupid moth man!”

Vox smiled for a bit, an evil smirk from what you could tell. He picked you up off your feet and dragged you to your bed. “So you're jealous huh baby? well fuck if you wanted me to fuck you this bad.. you could've just asked~”

You felt your heart race, you felt your heart race so fast you couldve sworn it fucking stopped, your face turned red as you muttered out a response “p-please do..”

and that was all Vox needed, that was all Vox ever needed to hear. That you want him. and you need him. He always longed for you- he just tried to push away his feelings. But now? Now he can show you how he really felt.

He crawled in between your legs, while grabbing your chin and kissing you. the kiss felt needy, and desperate, like this had been needing to happen since the start. he unzipped your dress as he ran his hands up and down your figure, mumbling a small “Fuck..” He ripped off your dress in seconds, as he pulled down your panties his long blue claws slid into you pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“mmph- please vox go faster i-i cant take it anymore-”

You immediately regretted saying that because vox's fingers didn't only speed up, but he added another overstimulating you. “That good enough for ya doll? hah?~”

He took his fingers out of you, making you buck your hips towards him, trying to chase the pleasure you were once given.

Vox chuckled at the sight beneath him. “Relax my dear, I'll make sure I'm the only one that is gonna be able to make you feel this good m'kay?” he unbuckled his belt, the metal hitting the floor before you heard the zip of his pants. “Be a good girl and take this cock for me.” He shoved his dick into you, giving you a few seconds to adjust before moving at a fast pace, breathing heavily.

Trying to get a accustomed to the brutal pace he set you bit your lip, you bit your lip so hard you could've fucking sworn you were bleeding. both of you were so indulgent in the pleasure neither of you could barely speak, all that came out of your mouths were moans and sighs of relief, like this had been fate. After what felt like yours of that fast pace and your tongues intertwining, you both came together. you shivered at the pleasure and Vox fell on top of you shaking and trying to catch his breath without lagging or glitching out. he wrapped his arms around you with a whine, repeatedly saying “Thank you, thank you so much my dear..i-i love you”

“Mmph.. I love you too Vox..”

falling asleep in eachothers arms, before waking up the next morning with a hangover, so vox called off work and you two stayed in bed, your legs wrapped around him and mumbling lots of “I love you's”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LOL, I BLACKED OUT DURING THIS ISTFG IDK WHAT HAPPENED (sorry for the late post)

-xoxo Ari

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 2 months

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second, never first

PLEASE READ WARNINGS

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, mention of family issues, mention of domestic violence (NOT BETWEEN THE MAIN COUPLE), BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 2k+

a/n: this part of the story contains a scene involving domestic violence so please dont read if that is a topic that triggers you! also this part is taking place 2 weeks since the last. also i made it a little lengthy for you all <333

NOT PROOFREAD

i was fast asleep when i heard a crash from downstairs over the show i have playing to fall asleep. instantly getting up i slipped on a robe and slowly walked to my steps.

growing up in the house hold i did meant i had to be in constant fight or flight. i stood at the top of my steps with my phone in hand. looking down at it, the time reading 12:34.

“you need to learn to keep your fucking mouth shut, i am threatening you and your daughter. ever try to leave me and i will have both pf your heads.” i heard my dad yell from downstairs, my mom sobbing. common occurrence from my house hold.

“mom” i say my voice cracking up as i walk down stairs. “y/n go the fuck upstairs now.” my dad screams standing over my mom as shes sitting on the floor with both hands on her cheek as if she was just punched and her throat red. i knew my parents argued all the time but i never saw them get violent.

“i will do it.” holding my phone up i type in 911.

“sweetie you know i would never be violent, your mom just needs to be talked to like a baby since she has double left brain cells.” he switches up his tone.

“now i wont repeat myself, go to your fucking room.” he growls.

tears pool in to my eyes as i turn around.

my vision gets clouded with tears as i make my way to my room. immediately breaking down once i get to my room. feeling scared in your own house is one thing but feeling unsafe is another. i cant trust either of my parents to keep me safe anymore.

turn on my phone i call the one person who i can trust with my life, chris.

ring ri-

“hey kid whats up.” he answers. i dont say anything as i am hyperventilating, crying and shakily breathing trying to calm myself down. “y/n?” i hear him say, “chris” is all i can reply and i am sobbing on the other line of the phone. “where are you?” chris asks in a concerned tone, “i- im home.”.

“whats wrong why are you calling?” he questions. “i cant- i cant be here.”.

“im on my way kid, give me a second here ok?”

“mhm” i reply.

he hangs up and i slowly take deep breaths. im not one to cry often but after school the other day ive been crying for 2 weeks straight it feels like. i dont know if chris would mind but i start frantically packing a bag with clothes and things i need for tomorrow morning. i cant be here in this house with them.

i knew in the back of my mind i shouldn’t leave my mom alone but i just couldn’t bear to hear any more crashes or slams now that i know things have gotten physical.

i sit on the floor in front of my door still sobbing as i just started and me and chris’ texts waiting for-

wednesday 12:57am

chris: here

waiting for that.

i open my window not caring to be quiet as i slip through it. sliding it shut and carefully climbing down the stairs of the treehouse my father built for me when i was a baby. probably the only thing ill ever be grateful for from him.

i wipe my eye and nose trying to compose myself while walking up to chris’ truck. opening the back door first and throwing my bag in to the back seat and then making my way to the passenger side. climbing up to the seat and buckling myself in. a few tears still streaming from my face.

“y/n what happened.” chris asks in a quiet tone. the question making everything flood back in to my head and i breakdown again. i bring my hands up to my face and cry into my hands. “it cant be that bad kid whats wrong.” he says with concern. “its worse.” i reply. “can we p- please go to your house. i- i cant be hear any longer.” i ask through choked sobs. “of course.” he puts the truck in drive.

the drive is quiet, the sound of my crying and heavy breathing being the only sound coming through the vehicle.

we get to his house and he immediately gets out and goes to grab my bag from the bag and then opening my door. i sniffle and smile at him thankfully.

once i enter his house its fully of joy. warm lighting and happiness filling the walls. i stand in the door way shivering as im in a big shirt and sleep shorts with sneakers on in the middle of winter. chris comes in after me with my bag over his shoulder and closing the door behind him and locking it. “cold?” he smiles and i nod rubbing my arms.

i look around his house for a minute, “cmon” he nods towards the stairs and we start walking up them to his room. we get to his room door. he walks over to his bed turning on the white led strip lights he has and walks back to the door. “hey go sit down kid ill be right back.” i nod in response and walk over to his bed. “hey y/n is gonna sleep here tonight.” i hear chris say, his voice is muffled slightly and i hear matt and nick ask “why?”.

“i dont know she just called me crying and she wont speak, i think something happened at her house.” he replies and walks back in.

going to his closet he grabs a hoodie and tosses it to me, “thank you.” i sniffle and smile putting the hoodie on immediately feeling warmer. he walks over to his bed crounching down in front of me.

“talk to me kid, what happened?” he asks softly, “was it your parents?” he adds. i close my eyes as streams of tears flow from them. my not answering was an answer for chris. he bows his head down shaking it and letting out a breath. “how bad was it?” he looks up at me.

“bad enough for my mom to be crying on the floor with a bloody nose and a bruised neck.” i reply and wipe nose. chris’ face fills with concern as i cry into my hands.

he takes my hands and removes them from my face starring at me with my runny nose and red eyes. i move to stand up and he does the same, “chris im sorry i shouldnt even be telling you th-“ i am paused with his arms coming around my head in to a hug. i melt into his touch burying my face into his chest and hooking my arms under his. i hold on to him for dear life and sob.

“im sorry.” i keep repeating as he hugs me. “stop it. none of what happened is your fault ok? your dad is a piece of shit stop apologizing.” he comforts as he gently rubs my back. the world goes quiet as i hold on to him, everything seemed to do that when i was with chris. i pull away still holding on to his arm “chris you have no idea how grateful i am for you.” i smile fiddling with his fingers. he smiles and kisses me, “shit sorry. bad timing, im awful.” he blurts as he immediately pulls away putting his hand up to his forehead. i wipe my nose again, “its ok. never apologize for that.”

our friendship as of now felt different. we are best friends that are fake dating but occasionally kiss when no ones around. i want to ask him what this means but im afraid it will ruin what we have. so i stay quiet as he leans into me again. i go on my tip toes and grab either side of his face into a long sweet kiss. pulling apart we both sit down on his bed and get under the sheets inches apart.

both of us laying face up but chris is on his phone.

thinking about my night i wonder what i would do without chris. having him as my best friend was the biggest blessing i could have asked for. even though i was enduring the roughest two weeks of my life chris always managed to to make my rocky world a still calm path.

as i think about him i instinctually move closer to him wrapping both of my arms around him. “whats this for?” he asks looking down and me and raising him arm for me to come in, as i can hear him smiling in his voice.

“i just am in l-, i just love you so much you are the only thing that helps me constantly.” i correct myself. he chuckles and shuts his phone off grabbing his tv remote. turning on a show on a low volume and shutting off his leds.

with his free hand he slips it under his hoodie thats on me and lightly starts scratching my back. i hum at the feeling closing my eyes. “that feel good?” he says in a quiet voice. “mhm” reply lightly nodding my head thats buried in his shoulder now. the low hum of of the show playing, my comfortable position cuddling with chris, plus my exhaustion and his hand scratching me made my tired eyes even more intense.

i fall asleep happier than i was an hour ago and its all thanks to chris.

chris pov

the feeling of her breathing against my side is more calming than anything i could describe. her fragile body is fast asleep on me with her leg over mine and her arms around my neck as i continue to lightly draw shapes on her back.

i cant believe what she endured tonight let alone it being a normal occurrence for her parents to argue. she told me about them fighting before and she always said it got intense but i have never seen her this emotional. i feel happy knowing that she can trust me in such a vulnerable state.

she hums in her sleep nuzzing her head impossibly closer to me and i just admire her as she does so. i just wish our current situation could be more than it is but bringing that up would change everything and commitment to another person is like holding a new born. you have someones full trust and life in your hands never knowing if their going to fall out.

ill take what i can get as we are closer than we have ever been tonight. watching her sleep is the most beautiful thing ive ever come across.

her dark hair lays out on her back as i can smell her vanilla scented shampoo that she told me was way to expensive for what she would normally pay. my hoodie that fit her in the most adorable oversized way. her sleep shorts that are peeking out from the covers that slightly show her skin. and her cold finger tips against my neck, the feeling of them almost lulling me to sleep.

i continue to scratch her back even though she is already asleep and kiss the top of her head which i wouldn’t have the courage to do if she was awake.

“im so in love with you kid, i just have fear of making that real. it would ruin everything. i just wish you were awake for me to tell you, but it would be selfish to take you as mine you have so much love to give.” i mumble whispered against her head just seconds before i fell asleep

thanks for reading xx

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a/n: pls send thoughts in the comments. also i know this is a heavy topic to cover so my dms are open if anyone needs to talk. love you all🩷🩷

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mayearies · 9 months

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✰ RECORD BOY

miles morales loves music but he loves you more. genre: fluff

warnings: rio and me are married (correction: every person with the last name 'morales' is married to me) a/n: dont come at me yes i know his birthday was a week ago but i had this idea and i just 😭 i had to write it plus i didnt give him a proper happy birthday so 😢 pretend i posted this on his actual birthday ALSO RIO CONTENT YAYAAYAYAY

one of maye's personal favorites :D

e1610 miles had been your boyfriend for a while, and today was his special day. you contemplated for a while what your gift would be for him. he was the best you've ever had. of course he deserved the best gift ever. sooner or later, the answer was given to you.

—you politely knocked on the door of the morales household with a box wrapped in wrapping paper and tied with a bow. specifically black and red, cause y'know. rio opened the door and a smile lit up on her face. not like the sarcastic one she had when she first met you.

"hi, hun. you here for miles?"

as you stepped in, the room smelled of vanilla and ink? weird combo, yeah? "mhm, just wanted to swing by and say a quick 'happy birthday' to him."

"oh, that's sweet. he's in his room. ¿quieres un cupcake?" "oh! n-no, gracias."

considering how often you visited miles, you tended to pick up some spanish from his mom, which she gladly taught you. rio treated you like you were a close friend, which made miles happy to say the least. "i see your spanish has improved."

"yeah, thanks ms. morales." "of course! you're special person in my son's life, i owe it to you."

♡ well, you thought that was a little too high of a praise. it felt like the morales' were givers. like if someone were to do something for them which they said was small or no big deal, they would take it to an extent. it's something you would think about time to time. nonetheless, they were grateful of how trusting you were.

you pushed the cracked door of miles' room and found him where he always was—at his desk drawing in his sketchbook with his headphones on, humming along. you wonder how hard you fell for him when you first met.

you tapped his shoulder lightly, disturbing his quote on quote singing, he smiled brightly when he saw you. "hey, love."

he engulfed you into a big hug. his shirt was cozy and he smelled sweet. "baby! you came!"

"of course i did! how could i miss your birthday?" "you missed valentines day-" "hush."

miles clearly eyed the box as you asked him how he was doing. he gave short answers and sometimes ask you to repeat what you said. you sighed with a playful smile, "you wanna know what's in the present, don't you?"

"yes pleaseee."

you two sat on his bed and miles gently untied the bow and ripped the wrapping paper. the look on his face once he saw what was inside was nothing short of surprise. you smiled as he looked over to you with a shocked face. "you're serious?"

"uh huh. happy birthday, spidey."

♡ you went down to the record store and bought roughly around half a hundred worth of albums. of course knowing miles loves music basically to death, you knew all of his favorite artists. tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, pinkpantheress, bryson tiller, sza, to name a few. you had to get him albums for his record player.

miles sighed and changed his tone into somewhat more whiney as he put his head on you lap. "noo, don't do this to me, amor. i can't accept these."

"too bad, accept them." "but i don't even use my record player anymore! i know you are not out here buying me $20 albums on vinyl, ma." "it's fine, i'll make back the money. and let's put that record player to good use, yeah?" "... god, i love you and your persistence. makes you hotter in my opinion." "that's cause i know what you like."

♡ you took him to the rooftop and danced with him until sunset where you just sang songs together. it was the best birthday miles had so far, spending it with his favorite person. that person used to be a stranger.

"happy birthday, my record boy♡"

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itsss4t4n · 2 months

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Hi!! Could I get some harry hook x male!reader where reader is the eldest child of Anna and Kristoff please? Also maybe reader looks just like his mum but acts like his dad? Thanks and sorry if it's too specific fjdjdjvjs

Always - Harry Hook x male!reader

a/n: I honestly think that reader personaliy is more like anna han kristoff. somehow i really struggled wih that. i lowkey hate this but i still hope you enjoy his <3

warnings: no use of y/n, making out, small fight/angst, ew emotions, I love some good drama, i hate this tbh, not proofread

When Mal decided to open the barrier forever, it was cerainly an adjusment for everyone.

The Vks that came over to auradon were enrolled into auradon prep and all assigned an auradon student to help them settle in and answer any questions they might have.

You weren't the biggest fan of that arrangementt. Not because you didnt like or trust the vks, you were actually quite close with all of the cour four. You just werent a big people person. So having to share your dorm with someone you dont know and most likely having them at your side 24/7? Not ideal for you.

Especially when you heard who you were going to be paired with.

But Mal had basically begged you to help.

"Please. I know you dont like this but he is kind of difficult and i know that you could handle him. I dont know anyone else that could."

So you reluctantly agreed.

Mal was right. Harry Hook was certainly difficult. He was really stuck in ways and refused to change. He refused to follow any rules, he was mean and he hated school. And the worst thing? He was stupidly hot.

Now, you hated school just as much, and you did skip a few lessons here and there but you had respect for your teachers and your peers. And you knew that unfortunately school was important for your future.

Usually you couldnt care less if other people got on trouble but harry was your responsibility now, so everytime he got into trouble, you were getting dragged into it. And you hated it.

So thats how you ended up in fairy godmothers office for the 7th time that week (it was thursday) sitting next to Harry, who just looked bored while you were about to beat him up.

This has been happeneing for almost 3 months at this point.

"This can not keep going on. Harry If you cannot follow the rules and integrate yourself into Auradon then we might be forced to take stronger action."

Back in your dorm Harry threw himself onto his bed.

"Well that a tad overdramatic aye?"

You couldnt hold it in anymore.

"HARRY! THIS IS NOT A GAME! YOU KEEP GETTING IN TROUBLE SIMPLY FOR THE SAKE OF IT AND YOU HURT OTHERS. ARE YOU AWARE OF THE FACT THAT YOU ARE BASICALLY A FEW OFFENSES AWAY FROM EXPULSION?! AND IF THAT HAPPENS YOU BASICALLY HAVE NO CHANCE ANYMORE TO DO ANYTHING! NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU RUIN MY REPUTATION WITH YOUR BEHAVIOUR AS WELL. JUST THINK ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE THAN YOURSELF FOR ONCE IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE!"

Without looking at him you stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind you.

The rest of your day was spend ranting to Mal and Evie about Harry. Mal hat texted Uma during your rant, telling her to speak with Harry. He would probably listen to her. She was his best friend after all.

You dreaded going to bed that night. Just being in the same room with him.

Uma left your Room just before you arrived, so when you entered Harry was sitting on his bed, a conflicted expression on his face.

You decided to ignore him, just grabbing a pair of sweatpants and heading to the bathroom to change for bed.

When you exited the beathroom agin harry had also changed into sweatpants. GREY sweatpants.

Fuck. Was he trying to kill you?

His head perked up at the sound of the bathroom door.

"Hey..."

You looked over at him.

"What Hook?"

He looked a little conflicted still, which confused you. Why the sudden change in mood?

"Look... I'm nae good at this but- fuck..." He sighed exxasperated. "I wanted to apologize."

You head snapped to him again In surprise.

"What?"

"I acted like a total dickhead." He started ranting, trying to get it all outbefore he mentally talked himself out of it. " I didnt care how I might hurt ya. And I don't even have a good reason for that. I was just scared. I was scared of being vulnerable. All I have ever known was the Isle. I am used to hiding myself behind a Tough outside and I was scared to change from that."

Harry quickly wiped his eyes of the tears swimming in them, hoping you wouldnt notice. But you did.

You were shocked by his sudden and surprisingly honest outburst. For a few very long seconds you just stared at each other.

"Harry...." You took a slow step towards him. "I'm sorry. I should've realized how hard this would be. And I know it will be difficult, but i promise you that from now on you wont have to hide anymore. You're safe here."

Now, standing right before harry, you layed your hand on his shoulder. Harrys eyes met yours, once again swimming with tears but a small smile gacing his lips.

"Thank ye."

You reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen from his eye, your hand resting on harrys cheek, his head leaning into your touch.

You noticed how close you two had gotten. Your eyes flickering from harrys eyes to his lips for a split second.

"Harry?" Your noses brushed against each other ever so slightly.

"Yea?" His voice was barely a whisper.

"I really hope I'm not reading this wrong," You voice matched his. "but can I kiss you?"

Harry was silent, and for a few excruciating second you truly thought you were wrong. Harry was into guys, you knew that much. He didnt hide that part about himself. But did he like you?

"Yes please."

A small sigh of relief left your mouth as you leaned in, your lips moving against his. Harrys hands moved to your hips, gripping at the exposed skin, thanks to your lack of shirt. In turn your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers gripping onto his hair.

When you parted for air, you kept your eyes closed, your foreheads leaning against each other.

For a few seconds all you could hear was you heavy breathing and your own heartbeat, loud in your ears, before Harry leaned in and kissed you again. His hands pulling you flush against his bare chest by your hips.

Once again you pulled back, this time a little more, looking into each others eyes.

"Thank ye, darlin"

"Always."

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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proper compensation

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones!!

Summary: Leona and Jamil went chasing Grim around Styx and got him back to you safely. It's only fair you offer them proper compensation.

Author's Comments: this was inspired by a dialogue part between leona and jamil during the phantom node searching in chapter 67 sector eight. i was so inspired that i wrote a four page oneshot for it for some reason. this might have made me a jamil stan. i dont know how all this ends because i havent finished it yet so this might be canon divergent (it probably is) so dont kill me please OKAY THANK YOU

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There’s a knock on Ramshackle’s front door in the late hours of the afternoon. After everything that happened at Styx, you refused to let Grim out of your sight, and that includes leaving him to answer the door. He’s been unusually tired, content to accept your affection and sleep in your arms, happy and safe with the person he trusts. You hold him gently as you stand up, walking towards the door. You manage to stoop over just enough to get it open, and you’re met with the sight of two familiar people.

“Can I help you?” you ask, raising a confused brow. You don’t normally see Jamil and Leona together like this, much less together here.

“We got you back your furball.” Leona grunts, waving dismissively at the cat monster curled up in your arms, “It’s perfectly reasonable to compensate us for the return.”

“Indeed.” Jamil smiles, but there’s something so ingenuine about it that you can’t help but shiver.

“I…don’t have any money.” you fumble, trying to think up something to give them, “I can…do chores? Or something?”

You doubt they would accept your dusty furniture, and if there’s one thing you’ve learned from people at NRC, it's that everything comes with a price, and you best pay it in full if you don’t want to get screwed over.

“Nah. I got Ruggie. I don’t need another errand runner.” Leona shakes his head, looking more and more like a predator as the seconds pass.

“I can handle my chores myself. Make no mistake, I’m used to taking care of Kalim.” Jamil steps closer, reaching out to touch your hand, “Come on now, Prefect. You’re smart. You’ll figure it out.”

You’re pretty sure you have figured it out, even if it seems like you haven’t. Because if they don’t want to exploit you like Azul did, they probably want what Ace usually begs for when he does something right (although he detests the word beg.)

“I…think I have an idea.” you confess, gnawing at your lower lip, “Just…let me put down Grim. He fell asleep in my arms and-”

“Oh, please. Allow me.” Jamil swoops his arms under Grim and plucks him out of your arms as easily as yanking a flower out of the grass. You yelp and gape at the boy as he waltzes into Ramshackle without a care in the world.

Like he owns the place.

Sneaky.

“What’s your idea then, herbivore?” Leona snickers, leaning against the doorframe like he also owns the place, “I would love to hear it.”

“Um…would you guys accept kisses as compensation?” you say, wrinkling your nose at just how stupid it sounds when you say it out loud.

Leona lets out a barking laugh, throwing his head back and all. You feel even more embarrassed now, taking his amusement as rejection.

“Oh, you’re smarter than you look.” he huffs, voice thick with amusement, “You nailed it, herbivore. Now are you going to pay up or not?”

You can feel your face growing warm as he leans in, eyes staring straight into your soul as if this doesn’t affect him one bit. Was he so used to teasing and moments like this that they didn’t even phase him anymore? Or were you just a flustered fool, dancing in the palm of his hand?

You ultimately decide that if it means receiving affection from him, you don’t care.

And so you allow him to brush his nose over your cheek, and you allow his breath to fan over your lips as you shut your eyes in anticipation. He laughs at that, too, his hot breath only making you more and more anxious.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?” you grumble, furrowing your brow with your eyes still clamped shut.

“Aww, do you want a kiss?” Leona teases, and you’re about to yell at him when he follows up with a quiet, “Well, fine then.”

And then he’s kissing you.

Your back is pressed against the doorframe as he cradles you against him. His hands are placed securely at your waist as he tilts his head, pushing against you as he searches for more, more. Your head is spinning with it all, and you’re certain if Leona wasn’t holding you up you’d be crumpled over on your doorstep right now. There’s a clear smugness in his movements, especially when he hooks a hand under your thigh and pulls it up. Your face could not be any warmer than it is right now, especially when he squeezes the flesh gently and his claws rake against your skin.

He breaks away and you gasp, the sound soft and bewildered. You brush your fingers along your lower lip, and even though it feels like it's burning it doesn’t burn.

Leona gazes at you, his expression so smug you have half a mind to wipe it off his stupidly handsome face, but then he turns on his heel and starts walking away,

“Well, that’s enough for me.” he yawns as if he didn’t just kiss you breathless (like a satisfied predator), “See ya around, herbivore. Thanks for the compensation.”

You manage to call out a shaky goodbye to him in your shock, mind still reeling and unorganized from the kiss. Why can’t anyone on this campus be predictable?! Never in a million years did you think Leona and-

Wait, Jamil. He didn’t leave.

You were so distracted by Leona that you forgot about Jamil and the fact that he basically shouldered his way into your dorm.

He’s still around here somewhere (unless he’s jumped out of a window, which is too much of a Kalim thing to do so you dispel the thought with a giggle.)

Great Seven, you’re not even close to being recovered from what just happened, but there’s no use delaying the inevitable. You make your way to you and Grim’s bedroom, hoping Jamil didn’t just dump him somewhere. Surely he’s responsible enough to not do that, right?

You discover that he does know where Grim’s bed is. Grim is still fast asleep, tucked away in his bed. You laugh again to yourself as you realize that Jamil probably still has the layout of Ramshackle memorized from when he stayed over during SDC.

“Yes, he’s fine. I made sure he didn’t wake up.” Jamil says from behind you, and you jump at the unexpected noise. Spinning around to glare at him (though the expression holds no malice), you jolt backward when you see just how close he is. He rolls his eyes at your mock annoyance and jerks his head to the left. He’s holding a tray of tea and snacks in his hands, and while the gesture would be nice from almost anyone else, you figure he’s going to use this against you later.

You enter your bedroom anyway. Jamil follows you silently and sets the tray of treats on your nightstand.

“Do you want the same thing as Leona?” you ask, sitting at the edge of the bed.

Jamil makes a quiet huffing sound under his breath but doesn’t answer your question. You let him pour the tea and hand you a teacup, and watch him as he pours a cup of tea for himself. You don’t want to push too hard, but he was the one that came to you in the first place.

“Jamil.” you say softly, reaching out and cupping his cheek, “You said you wanted compensation but all you’ve done is help me out. I need to pay you back, right?”

His eyes flicker toward you, and he sighs.

“I don’t want what Leona wants, Prefect. I was just teasing you earlier.” he mumbles, shutting his eyes as if he’s exhausted (which he probably is), “I would like to rest here with you. That’s all.”

Your mouth forms an o shape as you realize that no, the tea and snacks were not to trap you in yet another favor, but were meant to be part of your favor to him. There’s a stab of guilt in your stomach, and you swallow it uncomfortably.

“I thought the tea and snacks were for another favor you wanted paid back.” you confess, fisting your hands in your lap, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be.” his tired expression turns wicked in a split second, his eyes gleaming with mischief, “I plan to take up more of your time than Leona did. This is me paying you back.”

“That’s too many transactions.” you murmur, placing a gentle hand on his upper arm, “Just come here. “

Jamil follows your lead and clambers into bed, the springs squeaking under the extra weight. You’ve done well to keep your voice low for Grim, so much so that Jamil’s heavy sigh is the loudest sound that's been made in the room by either of you this afternoon. He slumps over against your shoulder, the top of his head bumping against your chin as his shoulders sag. You feel your heart twinge in your chest as you wrap a steady arm around him and rest your head on him, too.

You certainly wouldn’t mind if either of them wanted to do this again.

#auburn's fics <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar fluff #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper fluff

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enidsinclairaddamsthesecond · 2 months

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Could you please do a Mattheo Riddle angst to fluff? Basically f!reader gets jealous because a girl has been flirting with Mattheo but he’s oblivious. Reader gets angry but stays silent, giving Mattheo the silent treatmenr. He finally has enough and blows up at reader and ends up saying something like “All this because of you and your trust issues.” Reader gets upset at that because she has a hard time trusting people, she walks out but later on Mattheo turns up at her dorm and can’t sleep. He’s really tired and he apologises properly, then they just end up cuddling but could you include details? Like reader rubbing his back, massaging his scalp, him lying on her chest.

A/N- absolutely! Congratulations for being the first to ask me! Is it okay if it is inspired from a song? And if it does not match your exact description, my apologies.

Inspired Song: "Gangsta" by Kehlani.

A Gangsta Love (requested)

Summary: You have been avoiding Mattheo for awhile. He's too ingenuous to realize whats and who's there in his surroundings! You have been friends for more than seven years now, and just recently you got the guts to confess your love to him. In fact he told you that he loved you back, but did he keep his words? No, plus he allowed himself to be flirted by some random girl(s).

Warnings: Cussing, f!reader, jealous!reader, typical Mattheo, angst to fluff, a little spicy at the end, mentions of blood and violence. (but not in detail)

Mattheo was resting his head over the couch and was studying; The History Of Magic, out of no choice as exams were approaching. The common room was silent and all his friends were out playing/ seeing the sunset. He cussed himself for not studying the previous week itself. You and your friend entered the common room laughing and giggling. "Yeah sure y/n!" Your friend laughs at you, teasing her, for her ex-crush. "I got detention though, I had to be there with professor Snape at five, its 4.50 now! I better go there before he gives me another one!" She says to you. "Enjoy!" you laugh as she rushes out of the common room. All this girl-chattering made Mattheo turn at your direction, He noticed you and waved at you. But you simple rolled your eyes and ran into the girls dormitory. You went into your room and closed the door behind. "jerk" you mumble.

Your pov I sat down on my bed and opened the 'The history of magic' textbook to learn for the final exams that were approaching. But I couldnt focus as my mind drifted back to the days where me and Mattheo were 'friends'. When this friendship turned into love. It destroyed everything. Its true when they say that; if you turn your friendship into relationship; you will lose both. I shuddered as someone knocked the door; "come in!" I say, hoping it to be y/f/n. Instead a familiar dark brown eyes greeted me. "Mattheo?!" I say half surprised, but deep in my mind,i recalled the moment when I saw him with, two girls, who were flirting with him; the moment where he simply smiled back at them instead of stopping them. "Y/N!" he smiled at me, but i did not return it. "Its been days since we last talked- isnt it?" saying so he came and sat beside me to which I reluctantly allowed, as i didnt want him to think that i am acting differently. "Is everything alright?" he asks. I simply nod and pretend to study, trying to ignore him.

After awhile, of him staring at me. "y/n please! I cant stand this anymore! Your ignoring me, glaring at me, and completely act like i do not exsist! Atleast tell me what i did! Did i do something wrong?" he asks politely, but i could feel his patience was running out. He takes his plam and caressed my cheek using his thumb, it felt heavenly - his soft touch and gentle caress. I got to admit I missed it for awhile. But i refused to fall for it this time. I jerked my head away from him, and scoffed. "why are you scoffing at me?" his tone increased, but he tried his best to stay calm. "Dont pretend you dont know why Matt!" I say keeping my voice low. "WHY? I dont know! just tell me for gods sake y/n!" he shouts. "You fucking allowed yourself to- to…" I try to say when my voice started to crack, betraying me. "I fucking WHAT?" he asked his voice raising a little. "Remember last friday?" "the party?" he said after a thought. "yes! In the party, do you remember two girls were flirting with you?" He raised a brow, and nodded. "Oh you mean Sarah and July?" "whoever! they FLIRTED with you, thats the point! Do I have to spell that out?" I shout. "Flirted? NO!-" "Dont lie Mattheo! I saw everything!" I snap at him which only made him more angry. "DONT JUMP INTO CONCLUSIONS Y/N! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED THERE-" "I saw with my own damn eyes Mattheo! The way she was touching you- THATS JUST DISGUSTING! The worst part is- YOU ALLOWED HER TO DO THAT!" saying so I turned away from his glare. I noticed his cheeks were red and it was quite clear that he is getting furious. "Y/N" he tried to pull me closer to him but I dodged his hand. "NO! DONT! I just confessed to you a week ago and you said Y-E-S didnt you? You said you like me back! BUT YOU ALREADY PROVED THAT YOU WONT KEEP OUR RELATIONSHIP STRONG!" I scoffed, "Maybe you just said that for a show- maybe you didn't want to hurt me- so you said that you liked me back for some sake!" "I DON'T LIKE YOU Y/N-" he says. "I LOVE YOU! I always did! Maybe I didn't have time to tell you but I always have!" his voice becomes low. "DON'T LEAD ME ON!" "LEAD YOU? Your joking right? I ACTUALLY MEANT IT!" he shouted, blood rushed into his cheeks, fury filled him instantly. "ALRIGHT! SO WHAT ABOUT THE FLIRTING HUH?" I fold my arms and glare at him. "you ALLOWED yourself to get flirted but two girls who sure looks prettier than me! That gives it away!" "Flirting? GOD Y/N! That wasn't what it seems to be-" "Flirting or not, you were too close to them, too close to be just friends or classmates or whatever excuses you may give!" " THIS IS ALL BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR TRUST ISSUES! I ALWAYS LIKED YOU Y/N, I JUST CANT IMAGINE WHAT MY CHILDHOOD WOULD HAVE BEEN IF YOU HADN'T BEEN THERE WITH ME! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! BUT STILL YOU THINK I MAY CHEAT ON YOU! I CANT BELIEVE IT!" he slams fist on my desk that shattered, the very next moment his hands met it. I gasp and cover my mouth horrified to see a glass piece that was piercing his palm. Blood trickled out of his wound threatening to fall on the ground, but he was resilient. He pulled the glass piece out of his palm, "EPISKEY!" He cried, and the magic healed the wound immediately. He sighed and looked at me. I could feel his fury still burning slightly inside his eyes. At this moment I drowned in guilt. was I too harsh? I thought. "Mattheo-" I try to say, but he silenced me by turning away and walked out of the door.

I fell on my bed and squeezed the tears that were forming in my eyes. The salt of my tear was burning my skin as it flowed down my cheeks. It felt like an invisible hand was choking my neck. And I felt difficult to breath. More hot tears flowed down from my eyes making my vision blurry. 'I'm sorry Matt! Im sorry' I whined through my cries. All I wanted now was him. I wanted to say sorry. I wanted him to forgive me for my outburst. I wanted him. I realized, I needed him. And I felt very bad for throwing all my anger at him. I was jealous. I admit. He didnt deserve this. I cried louder but I managed to muffle it by covering my face with the pillow.

The door opened with a loud BAM! But I didnt raise my head to see who it was. An arm pulled me into a hug; I shuddered and tried to pull away, but then realized it was Mattheo. I gave in and let him pull me closer. "shh shh- Im sorry y/n! I'm sorry! I got into something-" I still cried and tried to process his words. He pulled me closer, and made me sit over his lap as he laid back over the bed's headboard. He rubbed my back soothing me. I cried over his chest making his shirt a little wet. "I should be the one to say sorry Matt" I say after awhile. "I-Im so sorry for getting angry over you, I'm sorry for ignoring you… y-you did not deserve it." I say hugging him tightly. "shhh its alright" he soothed me and started to hum a chord. "I love you too Matt, in fact I love you more" i say holding onto his waist. "I got to admit, maybe i was a little jealous… but i promise i'll try not to be like that!" He chuckles a little and rubs the nape of my neck. "Its okay y/n… a relationship has its ups and downs… don't change yourself for that… I like you for who you are, I love my jealous y/n" he says. I smile at his sweet words, it was calming. I look up at him smiling, he smiled back and kissed my temple. "by the way" he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my skin. "I love you the MOST! Do i have to spell that out for you?" He asks playfully. I laugh at his attempt to mock me. "Lets not fight over this now" I giggle making him smile. He kisses my temple and trailed the kisses down my jawline. I smiled and caressed his cheek, my thumb moving in circles. "What kind of love is this Matt?" I ask. "hmm…" he thought "lets call it; A Gangsta Love" "A gangsta love?" I repeat confused, as I expected him to say something like, forever, romantic, or gorgeous kind of love. "Why?" I question. "Because," he paused looking down at me, "because we are just so crazy for each other". He kissed my cheek, got up and slid over me. Now I was lying in my bed over my back and he was pinning my arms down and smirking playfully. Changing our positions. "Let me worship you y/n," he placed a soft kiss in my jawline, his fingertips massaging the nape of my neck and the other hand pinned me down over my bed. "I'll show you what gangstas do…"

A/N- Im sorry anon, for the very late update! Thanks for your patience!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

#mattheo riddle #slytherin boys #lovestory #mattheo imagines #mattheo x reader #mattheo x you #theodore nott x y/n #upon request #fanfic #hogwarts au

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eternallyhyucks · 8 months

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members of zb1 as cute things that have happened to me

— i only thought of a couple of these, so i chose the members i felt fit the best!

. . .

— matthew // asking if a ring would fit me and putting it on my finger

you always loved matthew’s taste in jewelry, so it wasn’t new for you to comment on his rings or bracelets. he always wore the same simple silver ring on his index finger and that happened to be your favorite one. one day, you pointed at his ring saying,

“i’m gonna steal that, trust”

“no you’re not, this is my favorite one”

“it’s mine too !”

he smiled and took it off,

“does it fit you?”

before you could answer, he took your hand and slipped the ring onto your finger.

“it does!”

“another reason for me to take it then huh”

“absolutely not”

— ricky // leaving my ring in their car

after a long day of having fun with ricky, the two of you got back in the car and you immediately took off one of your rings that had been bothering you all day. you made a mental note to grab it before you were dropped off at your house, but when the time came, you forgot. after a couple days, you remembered but didn’t think too much of it since you didn’t like the ring very much anyway. several days after you realized that you forgot your ring in his car, you and ricky made plans to get food after your morning shift and when you pulled into the parking spot next to him, he got out and opened your door. he pulled the ring out from his pocket and handed it to you.

“i wore it a couple times and kept forgetting to give it back to you”

“it’s okay you can have it, i don’t mind”

he smiled and slipped it onto his finger.

— gyuvin // pinky promise to keep in touch

after a little more than a year of knowing gyuvin and getting closer and closer to him everyday, parting ways for college felt harder than you expected. you knew the two of you would stay in touch, but a part of you couldnt help but feel nervous of whether you would still be as close when he came back for breaks or if you would even stay in contact. before the two of you went back to your cars on your last day hanging out together, you shared a loving hug.

“dont be a stranger, gyuvin”

“never will be”

he pulled away and stuck out his pinky, smiling at you. your pinkies intertwined and he stuck his thumb out too, touching his with yours, “to lock in the promise!” he said smiling.

— gunwook // random physical touch

sometimes this mf does not know when to do things and when not to do things. it was your first day at your new job, where he also worked, and you were still getting used to the new environment. along with the new environment, you were also still not quite as casual as gunwook was with your new coworkers and managers either, which made you a little quiet during the shift; a version of you gunwook wasnt used to anymore. trying to make you as comfortable as possible, he acted as he normally did with you, which included lots of play fighting and cracking dumb jokes. when he wasn’t doing that though, he rested his chin or head on your shoulder. you didn’t pay mind to it since he did it so often, and only realized when you heard your managers giggling as he had his head on your shoulder while the two of you were sitting down.

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beautouslysandy · 11 months

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meet the parents

dallas winston x gn!reader

by: sandy

warnings: language, dallas being nervous and a gentlemen, sorta proofread, and lowercase intended

word count: 1,294

a/n💌: i just love this request! i hope you enjoy this /j! i made the dad a cop!! and he is such a mood haha!

request: Can you please do Dallas Winston meeting soc!readers parents...(maybe make the dad a cop 👀👀) - your new favorite anon (/j)

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ”doll, your dad already hates me. i am pretty sure he doesn’t want me in his house and especially doesn’t want me to date his perfect child.” he says as you two walk up the big grand front door steps.

dallas won’t say it but he was really scared he would make a bad impression…your dad already hates him due to being the one to cuff him multiple times. he has never met your mom but she is married to your dad so he is sure she has heard enough. “dont sweat it, babe. i will be right by your side. trust me. okay?” you say, holding your brunettes hand.

“okay.” he says quietly as you knock the door.

“hello..oh hello sweetheart, you must be dallas!” a women says opening the door, who looks a lot like you. “hello ma’am, nice to meet you.” he says with a smile, don’t fuck this up man, is what is repeating in his head

“good-looking and manners! come on in you two.” she says with a chuckle. he looks over at you and you are beaming this makes dallas blush slightly.

“hello…dallas winston. nice to see you.” he hears a familiar voice, too familiar. “hey dad, how was work?” you say, leaving dallas’s side to hug your dad.

“it was good, kiddo. how was your day?” he says, still looking at dallas.

“it was great!” you say going back to dallas “me and dallas went to store and got flowers!” you say with a bright smile as dallas wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“that’s nice, real nice. so dallas how has been, since the last time i saw you…what two months ago?” your dad says clearly trying to get a rise out of dallas.

“it’s been great, i met this amazing person. and it’s just been real good.” he says with a smile as he looks at you in awe.

“you two are so cute together!” your mom exclaims, she is setting the table.

“go help my mom with the table.” you mutter, as he isn’t used to this kind of setting.

“okay, doll, thanks.” he says, his palms are sweating like crazy. he doesn’t want to mess this up, one wrong move and it’s over.

“so are you still in school dallas?” she asks, of course he thinks the school question.

“not anymore.” he says prepared for some remark

“hey, i dropped out of school as well and i turned out just fine. i have a business and family. no matter what path you take it just matters how you handle it and it could end perfectly.” she says sweetly, she sounds like you.

“oh. thanks, that’s good advice.” he says with a real smile.

you and your dad were talking, it looked like you two were arguing.

“dad, he is my boyfriend.” you say with a frown

“i don’t like him, he is bad news, kiddo.” he says with a stern voice

“he is not….dad just give him a chance. please, for me.” you say

“alright fine, one chance. no more than that.” he says with a frown.

sitting at the table, dinner was pork and asparagus. dallas practiced his table manners with you (he really doesn’t want to mess this up).

he whispers in your ear “can we go to the drive-in after this, doll?”

you giggle and whisper back “only if you eat all of your food.”

“okay then.” he says with a chuckle

“so dallas, what’s the plan?” your dad asks

“what?” he says looking up with wide eyes

“the plan, you know, for the future.” he says with a cold voice

“dan.” your mom says with a stern tone.

“it’s just a question, hon.” he says

“i don’t really have one, i just wanna see where life takes me.” he says, you hold his hand and squeeze it offering a bit of comfort.

“y/n…has a plan.” he says, almost bragging

“not everyone does dad.” you say with warning eyes

“hey, just saying. what happened to the ryan guy?”

“dan!” your mom exclaims with a shocked face

“ryan?” you say choking in your water.

“isn’t that the guy who you know on you?” dallas said looking at you concerned, he hated that guy and he knew how much he hurt you. “it’s not important, dally.” you say with a small smile

he nods, getting the memo.

“anyways…anything interesting happen today? oh and how are the curtis’s? tommy was asking about darrel.”

dallas’s eyes widened, what did. your mom want to do with the curtis’s.

“not really…well expect.” you look and dallas with a smirk

he chuckles, “that was hilarious.”

“what happened?” your mom says, smiling at the two of you while your dad is pouting like a child

“steve and sodapop jumped in the that lake near your store….” you say

“the one that’s closed off?” your dad says as he shifts in his seat.

“dan, stop. did they jump off the cliff thing? tommy did that with his friends every summer.” your mom says looking at you and dallas “yeah that was it.” dallas said with a soft smile exchange between him and your mom

“it was funny, cause steve did a belly flop and oh my god did he regret it.” you say with a chuckle as you cut your pork chop

your mom laughs. your dad continues to pout.

“the curtis’s are good, ponyboy is doing well in school and sodapop is doing really good at the dx. darry is doing well, he has had a big workload but he is pulling through well and he was just asking about tommy, isnt that funny?”

“he was? that is funny what a coincidence! it that they are doing good, their sweet boys. terrible what happened to their parents. their mom was so nice, loved her.” she says with a sad smile

dallas looks at your dad at your dad glares at him while eating his food.

“dan, could you help me get more asparagus?” your mom says sweetly as she notices your dad

“someone is in trouble.” dallas impulsively mumbles with a smirk (typical dallas)

“what did you say?” your dad says with a scoff

“dad stop!” you say, with a frown

your mom practically drags your dad to the kitchen.

“we are leaving.” you say, getting up and gathering your stuff. “doll. we don’t have to, it’s no biggie.”

“no. he is trying to provoke you and i won’t stand for it. i will meet you outside, i just have to tell my mom.

“well i will go with you. i would like to say bye and thank you to your mom. the food was really good.”

you smile at this, you two knock on the kitchen push doors, your mom comes out and sees your two in jackets and smiles sympathetically.

“i am so sorry for dan. it was so great meeting you dallas, your a sweet boy. dan just judges people, your past doesn’t define you. don’t let him get to you.” your mom says, she pulls dallas into a hug. “it’s alright, thank you, and thank you for having me over. the food was great.” he says

“yeah mom it was great! i was gonna go to the drive-in with dallas, is that okay?” you ask with a smile

“of course honey, you two love-birds have fun!” she says as you two walk to the door.

and that was it. he had meet the parents or more so parent and a child of a father.

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #dally winston #dallas winston fluff #the outsiders dallas #the outsiders dally #safe haven

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sc00tb00t · 1 year

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hurry up ¦¦ peter parker !

peter parker x fem!reader

smutmas masterlist -- peter parker masterlist

words ;; ︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀0.7k

contains ;; accidental voyerisum, cumming in pants, explicit sexual content, explicit language - thats really it ¯\_(´･_･`)_/¯

warning ;; none

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disclaimer ;; the following content is mean for mature audiences only. i do not control what you read but dont complain if you dont like it, you chose to read it

a/n ;; so i dont really like this idea anymore now that i, somewhat, reread it so please i am begging you just trust me with this one. tomorrows will be ten (10) times better and longer

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you had been just sitting in his room waiting for him to get back from whatever he was doing. he was supposed to be back by now but you decided to take your chances. you'd been horny all night and you knew that if you didn’t do something about it before peter got back, you would be in big trouble.

pulling out your airpods, you use your one free hand to slightly push down your shorts to have access to your navy blue panties and pulling your ac/dc shirt up. once you had pulled up a not-so-kid-friendly video, you started to lightly suck on your middle and ring finger. you had to have some type of lube, other than the slick that has built up.

after a few seconds, feeling as if your fingers were well coated in saliva, you take them out of your mouth and started to move them down your body. just barely skimming your perked up nipples and ghosting over your stomach. pressing play on the video, you lightly teased your entrance with one finger while putting some pressure on your clit, making you shiver slightly.

porn didn't particularly turn you on but the noises, oh the noises. it was like music to your ears. it was just something you liked about it. speaking of, you could hear both the actors moaning, the girl just a bit louder. it turned you on so much more. you lightly teased your slit, running the fingers up to your button down to your hole, collecting some of your slick along the way. eventually pushing both your fingers in at the same time you moaned quietly.

setting down your phone, your newly freed hand moved to your boob, fondling it. pinching your right nipple lightly. little did you know that at that exact moment peter walked into the considerably apartment but your headphones blocking out the little noise of the door opening and closing. stopping immediately, peter flushed red almost matching his suit. since his spidey-senses enhanced his hearing, he could hear you lightly moaning.

you started to move your fingers a bit faster than they had been going, that pace not suitable for your needs, making you moan a bit louder. tilting your head back and closing your eyes, you pinched your nipple making you yelp. sensitive nipples are the worst and best thing, you thought. back with peter, he was as hard as rock. he knew he shouldn't be hard considering you're one of his best friends.

as quietly as he could, peter walked over to the door and pressed his ear against the wooden door. since he couldn't just walk into the apartment with a spiderman suit on he had changed in an alleyway into short and a random tee that he had in his backpack, the shorts weren't the best choice because you could easily see the outline of his boner.

mindlessly, he moved his hand down to his erection, cupping it and moaning quietly.

“holy shit!” you belt out, moving your fingers faster, hitting that one amazing spot inside you. with almost every thrust of your fingers you hit that spot, making you see stars. “fuck! feels so good” your not thinking of anyone specific, but imagining it as someone else makes it feel so much better.

the coil in your stomach gets even tighter as you pinch your nipple, rolling the bud in your finger. at this point peter had already put his hand in his boxers, stroking his cock at the pace he believes you're playing with yourself. he does have a pretty good understanding, spidey-senses and all.

something suddenly comes to your mind and you can't help but moan even louder, “fuck! peter!” that's the last straw for peter, it has him cumming in his boxers and struggling to stay quiet. a few more hard thrusts of your fingers has you cumming with a piercing moan.

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Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ (Dɪɴ Dᴊᴀʀɪɴ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Din Djarin × Male/GN Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4,8 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: One week is what took him to gather the bravery to go and talk to you again. You didn't expect him to appear in your home out of the blue like that, much less if it wasn't to apologize for what he had done.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: spoilers for the mandalorian, angst (i guess), descriptions of pretty violent scenes, reader is mad at din and din is mad at reader, mentions of getting people killed, lots of arguments, fluff, teasy flirting, brief mentions of smut (if you squint), no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N (reader is referred to as Lost). (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: STOP RIGHT THERE. this is the third part of a series, so if you havent read them go do it right now! ahem, i took my time with this one, didnt i? hope you enjoy it, i dont like it a lot but i couldnt find the way to make it better, also wanted to give this thing an ending. well, idk if this is the ending for real or if ill make a fourth part (itd be a short drabble anyway), ill tell you more when i know lmao. until then, i hope you enjoy this one <3

𝕡𝕥 𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚𝕚 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

One week.

That is how long it took him to gather the bravery to go and talk to you again.

Truth be told, he wasn't even going to your place to apologize, or even to really talk to you. He was going back in search of your services. And he knew you would be mad at him, but to be honest, all he wanted at that very moment was to be a Mandalorian again.

"What troubles your thoughts this time, Din Djarin?", the voice of the Armorer resounded in the cave, her head not turned to look at the man, but focused on the hot beskar on her hands.

"I have removed my helmet. Voluntarily", he said bluntly. Only then did the Armorer turn to look at him.

"Again?", she sounded mad. But she just turned back to the piece of beskar, putting it into a bucket of water. "Then you already know, that makes you a Mandalorian no more".

"Yes", Din bent his head down. "I will beg for your forgiveness once more".

"Then, according to the Creed, you may only be redeemed in the Living Waters beneath the mines", she turned to look at him again. Din took a deep breath before nodding at her.

"This is the way", he said before practically running out of the cave and to the Razor Crest.

"This is the way", said the Armorer, more to herself than to the now gone Mandalorian-no-more.

Two days after that, he was back in Nevarro, with Grogu by his side as he stood at your door. He didn't know how to ask you a favor after the last time you saw each other. He did know he didn't have the right to do it after that, but he still hoped you would take care of his kid one last time. After almost dying in the mines and having taken Grogu with him, he didn't trust himself to take the child on a mission like that again.

So he pushed his pride aside and knocked at your door.

It took you every ounce of strength in your body to dry your tears and get up from your couch. You shouted at the door to make whoever was at the other side know that you were coming. And when you finally opened, it only made you want to go back inside and curl up in your couch to keep crying until you had no more tears left in you.

"What do you want?", you said with stern tone, nose crinkled and a deep frown on your eyebrows, all mixed in the most disgusted expression you could give him.

"I need you to take care of him", he looked down at Grogu. You swallowed, suddenly self-conscious of the way you had talked to his father.

"Didn't I say I didn't want to take care of him anymore?", you got on one knee, despite your words, and stroked the little one's head with a soft smile.

"You sure look like you don't", he said sarcastically. You looked up at him with your disgusted expression. "It doesn't matter. I'm going somewhere dangerous and I need him out of it".

"There's no one else?", you got up to look him straight in the eye —or as much in the eye as his helmet let you look into. "For real? Am I the only damned babysitter in all of Nevarro?".

"The only one I trust that is not busy", his hands went to his hips. "Look, I put my pride aside to come ask you this, can you do the same? This is not about me, it's about him and his safety", he pointed to Grogu again. "I don't want him to die in the place I'm going to", he took a deep breath. "So, please".

You looked back down at the kid, who was now lifting and moving his hands in hopes you would take him in your arms. Then you looked back at Din —you guessed he would have a pleading expression right now, though you couldn't see.

"How long will you be gone?".

"Two days, tops... If I make it", he muttered the last part.

You took Grogu in your arms, just like he was seeming to ask, and gave Din a stern look.

"Two days", you looked at the child to make sure he was comfortable in your arms. "Don't wanna have him making more messes than necessary".

"No, sure", he almost chuckled, relieved that you had accepted to take care of his kid. "Thanks", he cleared his throat. "I'll be here to get him as soon as I'm done".

"You. Better. If not, I'll go to whoever in town and leave him with them".

That made Din's heart jump scared. But he knew you wouldn't do that. Not to a kid. Not to Grogu. Or at least he hoped you wouldn't.

"Alright", he nodded and stepped away from your door, leaving you with his adoptive son. "Good luck", he turned around and walked to his ship. You got inside your house and closed the door.

It took you less than one hour to start feeling uneasy. You had heard him well: he was going somewhere dangerous, and would take two days tops if he made it. That couldn't mean anything good. And the worst part was that you were worried.

You sat beside Grogu on your couch. Somehow, you had managed to keep him distracted with a bowl that he had somehow not shattered into pieces yet. You caught the small ceramic mid-air and looked straight into the child's eyes.

"Here we go again", you whispered to yourself, crossing your legs, facing him. "Hey, little fella", you gave him the most sincere smile you could pull off. "Do you happen to, you know, by any casual... know where your dad went?".

Immediately after asking him, you regretted your words. You knew it was pointless. He didn't understand you and you couldn't get to him with words —the night you had spent with him a week before had proved that. But you couldn't give up. Not knowing that Din was risking himself so stupidly —you didn't even know what he was going to do, wherever he was going, but you knew it would probably be some dumb Mandalorian thing.

You tried your best to try and ask Grogu about his father's whereabouts in a nice way. And it took you some time, but you finally managed to make him understand what you were trying to say.

"Your...", you pointed at the kid. "Dad...", you drew a round, helmet-like shape around your head with your hands. "Where?", you pointed out all around yourself, then shrugged. Grogu looked at you and smiled with a squeal. Then he grabbed the insides of his robe and pushed them aside to open it, leaving a metallic piece be seen under it. You immediately recognized the animal engraved on it.

What the hell did you get yourself into, Din?

"You are one amazing kid, little guy", you grabbed Grogu in your hands and took him with you as you grabbed a small bag and ran to town.

It took you a while to figure out how to make Grogu fit on your ship, since it was thought to fit one passenger only —and it was a bit of a mess, to be honest. It made you ask yourself how you were going to make Din fit in there once you got him back. More so, it made you hope that his own ship hadn't gotten damaged. Then maybe you could get on yours and let him and his child go on their own way, and continue to be mad at Din after he was over that stupidity of his.

When you finally got the two of you to fit alright in your ship, you headed to Mandalore.

The entire way you spent it talking to yourself, sometimes looking at Grogu to see if he was listening or minding his own business —also making sure he wasn't making anything float or turning the ship more into a mess than it already was. Most of your talk was just cursing Din and asking yourself why the hell were you doing that, after how he ha treated you.

"Maybe I want an excuse to keep being mad at him. You know, I wouldn't want him to die right when I'm having a thousand thoughts of how he was an idiot to me. Damn, I don't wanna feel bad if he dies when I'm still mad at him! I don't want that thought tormenting me everyday, let's be honest", you looked back at Grogu. "Am I right?", you gave him a forced smile. He just stared at you with his usual expression. You let out a heavy sigh and went back to piloting. "Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. That womp rat couldn't stay in one place, no, he has to go and do something stupid. And of course, it's Lost who has to go save him", another sigh. "Why do I even bother?", you whispered to yourself. "He'll probably give me another one of his Mandalorian crappy faces and walk away without even saying thank you".

You kept going back and forth about it for the entire way. Until you got tired of hearing your own voice and proceeded to just think, also trying to not force Grogu to throw something at your head to make you shut up.

After some hours, you made it to Mandalore. At first sight, it looked like a messed up planet, grey, sad. Then you saw some ships going in and out, and it made you think it wasn't that bad. But then you also remembered how Din had said he was going somewhere dangerous and your thoughts were taking aback.

Focus, Lost, you shook your head.

You tried to keep a low profile as you approached the planet, avoiding areas where you saw many people. You flew low as well to try to stay out of any possible radars. The last thing you needed was to come across some Mandalorians and have them shoot you and keep you from going after Din. All those hours in light speed would not be for nothing.

You noticed your own communications system starting to fail. At first, you tried hitting the computers in hopes it was just static or interference given the stormy atmosphere you had just flown through, but you gave up when they didn't show any signs of having been fixed.

A squeal from the back of the ship made you turn your head in a sudden movement. You saw Grogu's eyes half closed and one of his hands extended out, as if wanting to touch something.

Here we are, you thought.

You drove the ship to the nearest secure area you could find, leaving it behind some huge spiky, glass-like stones. You looked around to make sure no one would see you or the ship in that position. Then you saw what you guessed was Din's ship not too far away from your spot. A heavy sigh left your mouth.

You looked back at Grogu, who was now looking at you with curiosity. He let out a squeal and shook his head. You sighed again.

"I know, little one", you looked around once more. "Doesn't look great, does it?", you said more to yourself than to him. "But you know this place, right? You've been here before?".

Grogu nodded, his face now showing worry. You took him in your arms and wrapped a blanket around both yours and his body to secure him against your torso. After making sure he wouldn't fall, you got out of the ship.

The child showed you to the entrance to a cave. You looked back at your ship and Din's one last time before walking inside.

You were left speechless at the sight of a city below you. Grogu didn't take long to put you out of your astonishment and point down to a dark abyss. You felt the energy immediately leave your body as you saw there was no way you could go down without bruising your hands. So, you went back to the ship, grabbed some knives and a rope and went back into the cave, not entirely ready to go all that way down.

You were tempted to lay down —despite the water beneath your feet— to take a break and tend to the cuts in your hands, but the strength Grogu was gripping your shirt with made your heart thump in fear.

You had taken him with you to a place that couldn't be good, and you were going to make sure he was making it home safe.

You kept walking in the direction the kid pointed to. The unsteadiness went back to your body when you looked down and saw pieces of droids and fallen ships on the ground. You grasped your knifes and unsecured your blaster.

Soon enough, you heard metallic noises and groans in the distance. You squeezed Grogu against your chest and started running towards the fuss.

A shot came out of your blaster as soon as you saw Din fighting a group of beings you had never seen before. Each of them four, green-eyed things were looking straight at you, and there were more than you were able to count when all of them came running in your direction. Another shot prevented a couple of them to strike you down as you tried to fight against what were left of them with your hand that wasn't grabbing Grogu.

"Are you out of your mind?", Din shouted, shooting his blaster towards another four-eyed thing. "Why did you bring him?".

"Could you shut up for a moment?", you yelled back as your knife pierced through the throat of one of them beings about to streak a hit to Din's head. "I'm trying not to get him killed!".

"You couldn't have thought about that before bringing him here?".

The conversation was interrupted by a loud clang, followed by a robot-like huge spider. You had no time to react as one of the smaller beings came at you before the bigger one's leg pierced through it and pinned it to the floor. Almost immediately, you grabbed Din's arm and ran away, your other hand keeping Grogu safe in his blanket.

"Hold on tight".

With no warning, Din grabbed you by the waist and pulled you flush against his body, then his jetpack shot the three of you up and back to the entrance to the cave. Then, you did lay down to take a break. Din sat next to you, not before taking Greg from the blanket you had put him in. He took a second to check on his kid, who smiled and squealed at him. Then, he spoke again.

"You shouldn't have come".

His words made you huff with sarcasm.

"And let you die down there? Because that's what it looks like you were doing, honestly", you sat upright. "And he was the only one who knew where you had gone, so...", you gave him an ironic smile. "You're welcome, and all".

"Thanks to you, I didn't get to where I was going".

You turned to see him with a deep frown.

"Does it even matter? You really wanna go back down there?", you let out an exasperated sigh. "You almost got killed, Din", you got up. "Does your Mandalorian dignity mean more to you than your son?".

He didn't say a word. He knew you were right. But he wouldn't leave the mines having almost lost his life without what he had gone there to get.

"Thank you for helping me, I'll take care from here", he turned around, ready to go back down.

"Wait, you're seriously doing it? Didn't you hear a word of what I just said?", you stepped in front of him. "I just came here to help you not get killed. I came with your child, who almost gets killed! And I told you your Mandalorian bullshit can't be more important than him, and you're still going back? With him?".

"This is my business", he replied with a stern voice. "I appreciate you came to help me, but I'm here for a reason and I'm not leaving—".

"Yes, you are", you crossed your arms. Your heart was pounding, and your patience was running out. "I'm not letting you go back down there. Or at least not without knowing what are you so determined to get you and your child killed for".

Din let out a heavy sigh, almost as if meaning to say how come you couldn't understand something as simple as the situation he was going through.

"I removed my helmet", was the only thing that came out of his mouth. "A Mandalorian never removes their helmet".

"Seriously?", you turned around for a second, laughing in disbelief. "As if kicking me out of your house after a whole day together wasn't enough, you're disappointed in yourself for failing to be Mandalorian enough!", you turned back to look at him. This time, though, instead of a smile you had an exasperated frown on your face. "And it was worth your own life?".

"I've been a Mandalorian my entire life. It's the only thing that keeps me going".

"What?", your frown deepened. "Are you talking seriously?", another huff let your lips. "I can't believe you came all the way to this planet, all the way down that death path, willing to leave your own son by himself with the excuse of being a good Mandalorian again because it's the only thing you have", you said the last part trying to mimic Din's voice. "There is absolutely no way you're so damn narcissistic and stupid to let yourself be blinded by what, the fact that someone else saw your face? And you forget about him completely?", you sighed. "You know what, I'm done trying to understand you", you walked towards him and leaned down to scratch Grogu's head. "Sorry I dragged you here, little fella", you smiled at him. "Hope I'll see you again sometime. Good luck out there".

And like that, you walked away from them and back to your ship. You did hope to see Grogu again sometime, though not his father.

You really hoped you would never have to deal with his Mandalorian bullshit ever again.

"No! Don't touch that!".

You ran towards one of three little twi'lek babies in your hut, who was about to put a knife inside his belly button. Right before he did, you reached the knife and slapped it away, taking the kid in your arms along with the one you already had.

A knock at your door made your heart skip a bit at the suddenness of it. You turned around, only to see the third baby somehow opening the door, her tiny hands holding onto the knob. You ran towards her and took her in your arms as well. You didn't get to turn back around before you saw the man standing at the other side of the door.

"Ugh, not you!", you shouted at Din. One of the small twi'leks got away from your grasp and crawled back to where he was before, probably to search for the knife again. "Do you want something?", you tried to make yourself be heard over the noise of the little baby girl crying in your arms.

"Err, I can wait", he said, then leaned against the doorframe. "Uhh, should I help?", he asked at the sight of you running to one of the children, the girl escaping from your arms as well.

"Is that a serious question?", you ran towards her. Din sighed and closed the door before joining you.

He helped you deal with the kids way better than you were doing on your own. You could see all the time of practice he'd had with Grogu be put to good use. It was almost as if he was effortlessly making them laugh and calming them down whenever you had too much of a problem. Every time he did, you looked at him with a mix of anger and admiration. Not even a cicle had gone by and it had been enough to make you forget how much you despised him.

Almost by nighttime, the three twi'lek babies were asleep and taken away by their parents. You and Din were left alone, exhausted, sitting on your couch. You didn't even have the energy to tell him to screw off until you had closed your eyes for a couple minutes. Then, you spoke to him.

"Where's Grogu?", you opened your eyes and tried not to look at him.

"I left it with a friend of mine, in another planet".

You immediately turned your head to look at him.

"What?!", you almost screamed. Din chuckled at your reaction.

"Don't be mad, we've been traveling for a long time and it was on my way here, so...", he shrugged. "I had to come talk to you alone".

You sat up straight, your arms crossed in your chest. You scanned him upside down for a moment before leaning on the backrest.

"Alright. Talk", you tried to keep a straight face. Din cleared his throat.

"I didn't go to the Living Waters", was the only thing he said.

"Uh, sorry, the what?".

"It's where... Well, the place I was going when I went to Mandalore", he swallowed. "It's where us Mandalorians go for redemption when we take our helmets off. Voluntarily", he sighed, then took a deep breath. "I didn't go, after you left".

Your mouth opened in a reflex action, but you stopped to think for a moment and process his words.

"You didn't?", was the only thing you managed to say.

"I didn't", he huffed, almost with a smile. "I was tempted but I didn't go".

"Why?".

"Well... You were right", he cleared his throat. "I thought about what you said, and I realized that you were right. I was... actually embarrassed that I was willing to leave Grogu alone just to earn back the right to call myself a Mandalorian", he let out a heavy sigh. You could almost feel how uncomfortable he felt telling you about his feelings, his mistakes. "And it is pretty stupid, because I wasn't doing it for that to be able to produce call myself a Mandalorian. I was doing it more to... free myself. From my feelings".

And just like that, it was as if the Din you had met the first time he had gone to leave Grogu with you. His humor, his kindness, was back all of a sudden. Realization made you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"You were also right about that, I guess", he continued. "I let myself be blinded by how I felt about someone else seeing my face. Well... About you seeing my face", he looked away. "It's kind of difficult to say this—".

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there before you say something you might regret", you got up.

"No, I'm here right because of that", he grabbed your hands. "Please. I will no regret it".

You looked at him for a second. Though you couldn't see his face, you could picture his puppy brown eyes staring into your soul pleadingly. An involuntary sigh left your mouth and you sat back with him, your expression showing your slight dissatisfaction. Still, he kept going.

"The night we...", he cleared his throat, not wanting to say it out loud. "I didn't feel good with myself. I mean, Mandalorians are supposed to never show their faces, and I showed you mine the night after the day we met. And I blamed it on the alcohol, but then you left and I had more time to think", another distorted sigh came from his direction. "At first I didn't want to admit it, I just wanted to act as if it hadn't happened. Then I remembered I had to go back to Mandalore to atone, but I didn't want to do it. I felt as if it was something I just had to do, not something I wanted to do", he let out an exasperated chuckle. "Then you came looking for me with Grogu. And I saw things clearly", he grabbed your hands again. "I don't want my feelings to be a weakness. Hells, they're not! I mean, they do make me weak for you, but—".

"Shut up, will you?", you stared into his eyes —well, his visor. "I just have one question for you".

He stayed still for a moment. As he saw you didn't elaborate, he nodded, as if giving you permission to proceed with the question.

"Is there any rule or whatsoever in the Mandalorian sacred books that establishes that having feelings for a fellow makes you weak?", you tried to hold back your smile. Din couldn't hold back his laugh.

"No, there's not. That was my paranoid reaction to feeling something for my fellow over here", the way he put it in words made you laugh as well.

"You're so stupid", you chuckled.

"You know, going to Mandalore with Grogu and putting you both in danger like that was something stupid".

"Oh, you wanna fight about who's been more stupid?", you crossed your arms. "I suggest you don't challenge me, I've got a long list".

"Fine, I'll stop".

You kept laughing for a while longer. Then, you both sat upright on the couch, looking at particularly nothing in front of you. You stayed in silence. It was not an uncomfortable silence, so you let it go on for a couple minutes, until you finally thought of something to say.

"So", you turned to look at him. "What are you gonna do with that thing of being a Mandalorian again? I mean, I don't exactly know how that goes, but...".

"I guess I'll have to figure something out to trick the Armorer", he chuckled. You didn't know what he was talking about, but you giggled back anyways. "Let's see how long this lasts", he took your hand. The sudden approach made both you and him blush, and you wished you had a helmet on like him to hide the way the heat was taking over your face.

"This is a thing?", you said as calmly as possible, your eyes fixed on your entangled hands.

"I mean, if you want it to be...", Din's voice was almost as hesitant as yours.

You moved your hand away from his. Then you grabbed his helmet. His first reaction was to reach up and stop you, but he stopped himself instead. You took it as a sign to keep going, and you removed his helmet.

Just like you had imagined, he was looking at you with his brown puppy eyes, his expression still a bit hesitant. His stubble and moustache were a bit longer than the last time you had seen them, but not enough as to cover his upper lip completely. His hair was also longer, and disheveled, making a fluffy helmet of its own. It made you smile.

You reached up to touch his face, like the first time you had seen him with no helmet on. As soon as your skin graced his, he closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Your smile grew wider. Then, you approached. He blushed, now unable to hide it behind an armor, and closed his eyes, his lips half-opened. Though, you stopped right before you got to kiss him.

"You are one stupid womp rat", you whispered. His eyes suddenly were wide open and staring right into yours. The blush on his face got darker.

"I thought we had stopped talking about that", the way his expression barely changed while speaking made you laugh. You slid your other hand to cup his face, then left a quick peck on his lips.

"We had", you gave him a sly smirk. "But I'm still mad at you".

Din let out a breathless chuckle.

"What can I do to make it up to you?", he stroked your shoulder all the way up your arm to your wrist, then entwined his fingers with yours. You both let out a sigh.

"Well, first of all, you're gonna have to help me with kids around here if you wanna be able to step into my home ever again", you grabbed his jaw. "As for that other thing... I can think of a couple ways you can make it up to me", another smirk appeared on your lips as you looked down at his.

Without wasting any more time, you pulled him closer and gave him the most passionate kiss you could pull off, and that you had ever given to anyone. Din answered with just as much desperation —not a heated desperation, but needing to show you his feelings, how much he regretted having pushed you away the way he had, how much he was willing to give so that you would forgive him, how much he wanted his feelings to not be a weakness. Having thought of that was something stupid of him, indeed.

But not as stupid as you made him feel that night, making such loud noises as you touched him in all the right places in just the right time.

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impulsesv whispered to you: hey Katherine

You whispered to impulsesv: hiii

impulsesv whispered to you: do you think we could hold a battle buddies meeting? Like, tonight? I have some information that the group needs to investigate asap

You whispered to impulsesv: ofc! I’ll text Pearl and Cub!

impulsesv whispered to you: wait wist wait dont invire Cub

impulsesv whispered to you: I’ll explain when we meet tonight

Katherine paused, humming uneasily to herself, looking down at Impulse’s messages. The whole point of battle buddies was that they all get together and slay monsters. Friendship is just as important as getting rid of the baddies, after all.

impulsesv whispered to you: trust me

Katherine sighed.

You whispered to impulsesv: okay. I’ll text Pearl.

impulsesv whispered to you: already did. See you tonight.

Katherine felt for her axe in her inventory. It was probably nothing. Probably. Impulse was rarely serious, even while killing mobs he’d had a big smile on his face. He’d sounded so serious over text. But that was text, it could be happy things. A surprise party for Cub? A prank? On Cub? It was probably nothing. And yet, Katherine couldn’t help but worry.

——

As the exact second that the clock on Katherine’s wall struck sundown, there was a knock at her door. She opened it, chuckling.

“You two do know that you can be here, like, before nightfall, right? I’m not timing you.”

“Punctuality is like half of Impulse’s personality.” Pearl said, skipping into the building.

Impulse just gave Katherine half a smile, closing the door behind him and locking it. “Sorry for the last minute meeting, Katherine.”

“It’s fine, but what’s going on, Impulse?” Katherine asked, passing around a tray of monster shaped cookies she had made. “What’s with not inviting Cub?”

Impulse sighed. “Something’s wrong with Cub.”

“Like, we should ask him about his feelings, or more… sinister?” Pearl asked.

“Well, let’s put it this way.” Impulse said. “The last time I saw Cub, he was covered in sculk, and the look he gave me when I made a noise turned my blood cold. Guys, I don’t think that Cub is really… Cub anymore. Something happened to him.”

“And we’re sure he’s not just high, right?” Pearl asked.

“He’s not.” Impulse said knowledgeably, failing to elaborate.

“Hmm, that would explain all the sculk I’ve seen in Hermittopia recently.” Pearl murmured. “He’s been, what, trying to spread it around?”

“I think so. Keeps going up to people and asking if they’d like to hear the good word on sculk. It’s totally freaking the hermits out, and I’m sure the empires peeps have caught wind of it too.” Impulse said.

“So what are you saying we should do?” Katherine asked. “Why are you telling us this?”

“Well, that’s up for you to decide, Katherine. You’re the leader here. I just brought the information to the table.” Impulse replied. He looked troubled, and frankly, scared.

“If what you’re saying is true, then Cub has become a monster. By definition.” Katherine said slowly. “Which means we have to… kill him.”

The weight of those words hung over the room like a dark rain cloud. There was no surprise at this, no confusion. Just an unfortunate acceptance. This is what they did, after all.

There was a low chuckle from outside the door. “Y’all talking about me? All good things, I hope.” Cub knocked on the door once. A small sliver of blue and black appeared on the wood. Katherine looked to Impulse and Pearl, who looked back at her in terror. “Oh, now that I’m here, y’all stop talking?” Cub continued. “Go on, I wanna hear exactly how you plan on killing me. I’m sure it’ll work great.” With every sentence, Cub hit the door, harder and harder. And with every strike, the sculk spread across the door.

Katherine stood up, heart pounding, and pulled her axe from her inventory. Impulse and Pearl stood too, and they moved to stand in a group.

“I know you’re in there.” Cub said, and it was unnerving just how calm he sounded. He was still hitting the door, now with such force that it bowed in with every hit. It was only a matter of time before it corrupted completely and fell apart. “I can hear you skittering around like little rats. I can taste your fear. I can smell you.”

Katherine looked to the other two and mouthed “ready up” to them. Pearl pulled out a diamond hoe, and for a weird, dizzying moment, Katherine could have sworn she’d seen this before. The thought vanished as Impulse took a step forward, axe raised.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Cub.” He said, voice wavering.

The knocking stopped. “Oh, you already made your bed on this one, friends. Time to fucking lie in it.” Cub laughed, and it was a hollow, dead-sounding noise. Cub sighed, there was an awful moment of silence, and then the door shattered. Cub stood before them, black and blue and glittering. Things were growing off of him, and he looked at the three of them like they were a meal. “Have y’all heard about the greatness of the sculk? No? How ‘bout I tell y’all all about it then.” Cub grinned, and leapt at them.

#November 19 2022 #fic #hc x empires #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #cubfan135 #katherine elizabeth #long post

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lab1rynth · 1 year

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Hey Pb, I’ve got a request for you. What were to happen if reader was able to escape from Yan! Mortician? How would he react and how soon would he find them if they had help? You can keep reader gn if you like.

Miss 🍯

YAN!MORTICIAN when you escape

It was late at night, you're beloved Mortician had been long asleep by that time. He had been so kind to you recently, moving you guys to a comfy and quaint house, where he let you roam freely and do as you pleased (with a few exceptions).

Though you had one thing in mind, even with all of the niceties, you still couldn't bring it in you to love him, so you decided tonight was the time to leave. You gently climbed out of bed, praying that your movements dont wake him as your feet finally hit the cold hard-wood floor, slightly flinching at the creaks as you set your weight down.

You hadn't planned on taking anything with you, there was nothing here you needed, your Mortician didn't even have any phones, at least not ones you know of. The clothes on your body was all you were going to take as you quietly snuck out of the room, then out of the house all together.

Once you felt the cold chill of the midnight air, you suddenly started sprinting into the deep woods that surrounded the house. You had no clue where you were going, you just sprinted until you couldn't anymore. You were not able to find your way out of the woods, sadly, it seemed as if your Mortician planned on you running away.

You sat yourself down against a tree, huffing as you tried to catch your breath. Leaning your head back against the tree behind you as you eventually felt tears wet your eyes. You were never going to get out of this, were you?

Thats all you could remember until everything went black.

You woke up once again to the sounds of shoes crunching against the earths floor, you frantically got up and started making a run for it but was quickly stopped by an arm tightly wrapped around your waist and another covering your mouth. You struggled against the arms, causing them to grow tighter, "Hush now, Pumpkin," your Mortician spoke, "If you keep struggling Im going to have to hurt you, and I dont think either of us want that."

The threat made you stop, and let out a small sob into his hand, going limp as he then picked you up over his shoulder. At this point you didn't want to fight, you knew it'd all be useless and you'd end up back and that house again. You were wasting your energy trying to run away and he had tried to remind you of that again and again. You finally decided to listen.

The walk wasn't as long as you thought it would be, only around 10 minutes. You thought you ran farther than that but apparently time slows down when you're in fear. The Mortician pushed open the door with his boot, kicking the boots off as he walked inside. He sat you down on a couch and looked you over, checking your body for any bruises or cuts before he sighed.

"Im very cross with you, Pumpkin. Not only did you try to run away from the life we've built but you could of been seriously hurt," He mumbled, before picking you up once again and bringing you to you shared room, locking the bedroom door behind him. He slipped you off of his shoulder into a small cushioned chair as you continued to just sob and go limp. He grabbed a rope from a box below the bed, trying it around your limbs to the chair, "Honey, you're gonna have to stay here until you regain my trust, alright? Im not angry, but you really hurt me with your actions and you need to think about what you've done," He spoke, his fingers holding your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"I love you, and I know deep down you love me. You're just scared, darling, and I can understand that," The Mortician kissed your forehead, moving one of his hands up to wipe away your tears, "I'll make you some of your happy food, alright? You sit here and calm down and I'll be back."

You knew he normally laced the food with anti-depressants, depending on how you've been, he'd lace the food with other medications but you caught him once with the anti-depressants so that you know for sure. There was nothing you could do about it at this point though, nothing but cry.

You were horrified, fuck, you were never gonna get out of here.

#x fem!reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x male y/n #male reader #yourprettyboyswriting #x masc reader #x reader #x you #yandere x you

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yeotopiaa · 1 year

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Argument - San

Member : San

Type : Fluff/Angst

Words : 571

I hope you'll like it !

Dont forget to tell me if you have any ideas or request <3

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"Don't you ever stop being annoying y/n ?!" These words out of your boyfriend's mouth hurts so bad, how can he say that ? You both are arguing because these times, San don't give you enough attention, everytime you wanna hug or kiss he just avoid you. You start to think that he is cheating on you... "San, I want you to be honest" "Honest about what y/n ?!" "Are you cheating ?" you asked, a tear is slowly falling from your cheek "Oh my god what's wrong with you ? Don't you trust me anymore ?!" he shouted "I do ! but it's been a month since the last time we kissed, spend time together, hugged, had fun ! You're always avoiding me !" you shouted back as you started to cry.

"Listen y/n, this is all because of my job" he said "Yeah and it's always your job ! everytime ! You know what ? We're done. I'm tired of this." these were you last words before you left you boyfriend's appartment "y/n no wait !" He started to cry seeing how bad you were feeling about this situation, "this is all my fault... what did I do ?" he whispered to himself.

One week later, you came back to San's appartment to pack your things, it hurts, you knock two times, but the one opening the door is not San, it's his best friend Wooyoung. "Oh hi Wooyoung" His eyes wide opened by seeing you, he close the door he whispered to you "Okay y/n please listen to me, San hasn't eaten this week, he's crying every now and then, he's drinking a lot and he's not listening to me, y/n he loves you more than anyone. You can't leave him this way.." "Wooyoung you don't know anything about what hapened between us-" he cut you then said "Oh trust me I do. I know everything, so believe me, he is not cheating on you he..." he stoped "He ?" you asked "He will tell you everything" He opened the door back.

You entered the living room and saw San sitting in front of the turned off TV. "Hi San" He turned himself to see you "y/n you're finaly back" He got up and walks to you "Uh actually I was going to pack my-" He cutted you by a long and passionate kiss. That's how you realised that you love him so much, you can't break up with him. You kissed him back. "I guess I'll just leave then" said Wooyoung, really embarassed by the actual situation. You both giggled by what Wooyoung said before he left.

San kissed you even more then said "Are you really gonna leave ?" "I won't if you tell me the resons why you were so distant" you answered "Listen baby, first of all I regret everything i said I everything i thought, so one of you guy friend talk to me and told me that you were cheating on me with him, I was so mad but nothing of that was true, sweatheart I'm sorry for everythng, I love you" he said "The one who said that is definitely gonna die" you laughed then added "I love you more San, I won't ever leave you again, now come on let's eat !" You both started making food together (almost burned the kitchen tho-) and finished that day by cuddling in your bed.

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Good afternoon, I hope your having a good day

I was wondering if you would be ok with writing a bout how overhaul would be after he got broken out of prison and found someone willing to help him and built new arms for him and he realised he had feelings for them and dicided he didn't want to be such a germaphobe enymore and wants a real relationship with this person after seeing how mean he was to people before he lost everything. I would really appreciate it but no problem if you dont want to 😁

I think I already did one of those, but I wouldn't mind doing again since it has been some time

Listen. This man right there? Won't neve, ever be the same as he was again.

His arrogance and ego are no longer existent. His will to live is gone. And he literally has no one. Really. No one he trusts nor family or friends by his side anymore.

His only connections to what he once was are arrested or in a coma that himself put them on.

Although there is some traces here and there of the old overhaul.

So what stuck with him was his distrust of people, still thinking that everyone is sick and against him and his mysophobia.. despite no longer having any arms to help him.

Jails aren't extremely clean nor non crowded places and I bet tartarus isn't any different. So tartarus was hell for him.

But there is one thing that separates the old Chisaki from this new one... a heavy trauma from the loss of his both arms and quirk. Chisaki had and will still have nightmares with shigaraki for a long time.... he is surely traumatized and mentally wounded. So his distrust of people gets worst? Surely, but one thing that he will now have is panic and a tinge of fear of someone new.

He is literally defenseless. The lady from tartarus literally manipulated his body like a broken puppet and he couldn't really do something about it since he just can't.

So yeah... it will be hella complicated to get his trust... it was already before but on this state of mind he is now? It sounds impossible.

The first time you appeared after everything that happened you volunteered to help. Apparently you were a close friend of Hawks and the winged hero trusted you to keep an eye on him after his and midoriya battle against Lady nagant.

He was silent the whole ride. No matter what you tried to say to create some talk to break the silence he just wouldn't dare to open his mouth.

Really you just got to hear his voice when you heard the man almost breaking down at that elders hospital bed begging fro forgiveness.

So now you had him under your care until taratarus was repaired... and you didn't exactly knew how to feel about him on those 2 weeks he was with you.

But you did notice how he flinched at every sound that was slightly more loud or just sudden. How his jaw clenched when he couldn't do something and only depended on your care to even grab something to eat or drink... not even speaking about going to the bathroom.

You understood that pretty quickly he was a mysophobic. How he avoided any surface that he wasn't sure it was cleaned well enough like a plague, how he almost ran away from your cat when it went smelling his feet.... and list still goes.

You had a fear you might regret this later... but you were just so.... sorry for him.

You just couldn't help.

"Uh... hey." You murmured while opening the door softly. Careful with the volume of your voice. He was just laid-back on the bed. Staring with a lifeless gaze at the ceiling. The only way you knew he acknowledged your presence was by a twitch of his eyebrow. "Sorry I took so long... but I have something for you."

Amber's eyes trailed from the ceiling to your own as you approached the bed and pulled a stool, which you always used to place his things and all, to sit on close to the bed.

"I know it doesn't matter anymore but considers as a late Christmas gift?" You forced a smile and showed him a huge box.

He blinked... well it was a start.

"Did you celebrated Christmas? In the yakuza?" You asked hopefully but soon sighed when he only trailed his gaze down at the box with a apprehensive look. "Relax, is not something dangerous... well I hope."

You regretted joking about that the moment you saw his body went rigid as he shot himself up the best he could to get away from you with a feral yet terrified glare.

"I-I'm sorry I'm sorry." You showed both of your hands up "I swear. Ir was just a dumb joke.... please just... let me show it to you? I think you will like it."

He arched an eyebrow at you as a response as you started to unlock the items and his eyes went wide open.

"Being part of that comission was worth it at least for a lil bit." You chuckled humorless while in your hold was two prosthetic arms. The most advanced ones he had seen to be honest. "Hate them for inumerous reasons...." You shook your head at that, noticing you were rambling at this point.

"Do you wanna try it on?" You asked with a gentle smile as he eyed you warily "I need to help with the first the one but you can do it yourself later yeah? I know depending on someone all the time sucks." You managed a giggle as he relaxed his body a bit and wordless allowed you to step closer.

You had noticed that the inumerous hives that would pop occasionally on his skin were slowly decreasing every time you had to touch him. You didn't knew if it was because he was growing used to it or just that he trusted you to be clean enough.

"There... can you move the fingers?" You asked as he glanced at the arm and soon enough the metallic fingers wiggled robotically as you opened one of the biggest smiles he ever saw "That's great! You will be doing some things now on your own! I still need to be close though... you will have to atture me for a lil more."

He slowly started to put on the other one and soon he was staring at the now new pair of robotic arms with wide eyes... his shoulders started to tremble a bit.. why was he feeling like crying? He didn't know.

"Do you need some time alone? I can leave if you want." You were staring at his whole body for any sign he might give to you until you widened your eyes at the weak and hoarse finally manifesting itself after the two weeks you've been with him.

"I...... ple... g-get... out." He finally managed to croak out as you nodded and left the room.

First sentence he spoke to you wasn't exactly the nicest but you wouldn't judge... at least you tried not to.

Although this happened you started to see some changes on your small apartment.

Everything was perfectly placed in order. Cleaned to perfection almost. Sometimes you had the privilege to see the criminal grumbling while washing in a very grumpy mood the sink.

It was... a interesting sign to say at least.

Soon you got that this was his way of not only providing himself on some comfort but a way to express his gratitude... you felt a bit flustered even.

It has been over almost one year since you had been sharing the place with the man. Things were as good as they can get with you sharing a place with a cat and a ex yakuza.

But to him? It wasn't like that.

It was strange. How you vould spur those things on him.

You just were so... diferent. You had almost the same emphaty pops had with him when he was a kid but it seemed like you understood him better than anyone he had crossed his path with.

It was also bizarre how much you affected him as well. At first he despised that feline but now as he lived with the creature he just flew used to its presence and he almost had a heart attack when you were out once and he couldn't find the damn cat.... only to curse the animal when he found them on the top of the kitchen cabinet.

And to top it off? You had gotten home early that day and saw the interactik and just burst out on a laughing fit as he felt his whole face burning because since when he got flustered around someone?

... since when he almost had a panick attack when someone didn't got home at the same time they usually did anyway...?

He just couldn't help it. The thought of Shigaraki just somehow discovering where he was and attacking you was circling like a damn carousel on his head... and when you got home he was just so angry ...

"Where the hell were you?" He remembered to hiss it when you closed the door

"Uh.. got stuff to do? Why? Were you worried?" You had joked but soon the air got heavy when he glared at your way and stormed out of the living room. Slaming the door of his room shut.

He breathed in and out as he gripped on his hair... trying to just calm down... he didn't know why he was in such a state but soon his heart started to beat faster at the knock on the door... a apology slipping from your lips and asking if he was okay.

He couldn't help but sigh at the memory. You didn't had to say sorry for that. You had this habit of always saying this word and he hated it since you did nothing wrong ever since he got to know you.

"Hey." He almost flinched at the sudden noise of your voice "You want to learn how to make oyakodon? You seemed to enjoy it last week at least." You smiled sweetly at him as he pondered on your words.

He wasn't a fan of cooking. It was always messy. But it gave him some sense of security since he knew what went in the dish and he knew how clean you or him had gotten before putting your hands to work.

"Tsk. You sound pleased to teach dishes. What? Already worn out of doing the basics things so you want to push those to me?" He tsked his tongue and spoke in the same nonchantly tone of voice as always.

"Woah. Sorry to try to help you on not being so spoiled as before." You snorted at the angry offended look he threw you "besides you always complain about the seasoning I put, so I was hoping if you did it instead you would quit on acting like a poiled 5 years old kid and be like... the man you are at 28." You giggled as he deadpanned before huffing and crossing his bionic arms over his chest as he threw one of his legs over the other as he decided to drive his attention back to the TV.

It was talking about all the problems of outside... especially the battle against heroes and villains. You kept him updated sometimes but he viuld notice the way you avoided any topic involving Shigaraki or the league of villains... or now as called the Paranormal Liberation Front....

He scoffed once again... the thought of you treating him like something fragile sickened him sometimes... but deep now, it offered him a bit of comfort.

His eyes went back to you... now you were petting while feeding your cat before standing up, patting your hands and going to the bathroom to wash them... he noticed how you didn't do that some months ago but started to do it for his sake.

"What are you stating at?" He widened his eyes at noticing he had been staring at you for too long.

"Nothing. Nothing in particular." He stood up as soon as you got closer and you arched an eyebrow at seeing his face a bit pinkish.

"Okay? Listen, I need to get going so so if you want to learn that dish you just sucked the entire plate last week you better tell me." You giggled while he only furrowed his eyebrows, finally looking at you once again.

"To where? I don't think you work on this time of the day."

"No but Hawks called me this morning. Told me he needed to talk about some things."

His body went rigid once again...

Jealousy? No. No he couldn't be jealous. You were just a.. a ... friend. Yeah. A colleague. He couldn't be jealous. No no.

He wasn't like that. Overhaul never would feel jealous...

... but what about Chisaki? Chisaki kai? Was he a man to feel jealousy over a colleague?

.... were you even a colleague to him now?

The entire time if the lunch hour he was tormented with these thoughts.... until he grew impossibly more antsy at seeing you getting ready. Perfume and all out.

Why? Were you trying to impress that hero or something.

"Can you feed my baby if I take too long? I know you hate it but I really don't know how this will turn out." You murmured while adjusting your clothes as his knees bounced.

"That feline will leave." Don't go.

"Overhaul please. Don't start now with the grumpy attitude." You mocked him as he scoffed.

Call me by my name... my given name.

He flinched violent at the thought, it was enough to make the cat jump in fright and for you to notice.

Shit. You had noticed.

"Are you okay?" You asked, slowly approaching him as he tried to regulate his breathing "Was the news wasn't it? He is far away, he can't get to you and surely he won't know who am I to hunt me down." You spoke softly as he blinked... the urge to groan was strong but he just nodded and mentioned vaguely with his metal hand for you to just go.

Sighing, you grabbed your coat and before closing the door you spoke over your shoulder.

"You know my number. If anything happens, and I mean anything, just call me alright?"

No response.

He heard you sighing again before closing the door allowing himself to shakily exhale and just burry his face carefully on the metal hands he had as his mind processed what happened for to think that so suddenly... why was his emotions so turbulent whenever you were around but when you were away he felt numb?

...

"No." He murmured as he realization hit him like a truck. "Fuck... please everything but this."

What the hell was he supposed to do? Yes, you had been helping him and being a total angel. Yes, you helped him open his eyed and notice how horrible he had been the last decade of his life. Yes, he couldn't deny it, you were so beautiful and so attractive. Yes, he felt a sense of peace whenever you were around and when you weren't his heart seemed like it would drop to his stomach....

But what was he suppose to do now knowing that he actually liked you?

He never had a relationship for Christ's sake. He wouldn't know where to begin. He wouldn't know how to act around you. He wouldn't know shit.

And what he had to offer to you? Nothing. Nada. If maybe you had met him before all this bullshit.... he would have something to give you. Heck despite his shifty morals he still considered that his mental state was better at that time than now.

Fuck... maybe you were better off with that winged hero. He would just fuck up your life more than he had.

How long had he been thinking about this? Since when it got dark?

... shit hour cat was meowing like crazy. He forget to fed the damn pest.

"Dammit." He murmured shakily as he stood up.... the least he could do to express his gratitude was to at least feed the damn cat.

He flinched at the sudden sounds of the door opening right when he poured a bowl to the starving animal.

"tadaima..." You moaned as he stared at you for a while before pretending to have his attention of the kitty now devouring his meal as he muttered a low 'okaeri.'

You widened your eyes in shock at that... he never did that before but you couldn't help bit to let out a laugh.

"Aw warming up to me enough to welcome me home now?" You teased but frowned at not listening any scoffs or salty remarks of his.

Iit deepened when you notice this man had not touch his food.

"What did I told you about not eating?" You sighed as you went to to make him a plate until he beat you to it and just sat down wordless. "Did I... do something to piss you off?"

He stopped midway, his eating utensils in the air as he glared holes at the food before him.

"Jesus Overhaul, if you dontwant to eat I'm not going to force you, don't need to throw a tantrum." You scoffed but he only tasked in response.

"I'm not throwing a tantrum."

"Yes. You are." You sighed, trying to gather patience enough to deal with the problem "did something happen?"

Silence.

Scoffing at his attitude once again you went to check on your cat until his voice finally manifested again.

"You seem to enjoy that hero's company."

"Well yeah, I know him since we were like... 8?" You said suspiciously while noticing his jaw clenching and unclenching at your response. "What? Jealous or something?" You said without thinking until you saw his eyes widened for a second before going back to normal.

"Wait..."

"No. Do not even dare to comment." He growled.

"Are you-"

"I am not. End of discussion." He stood up abruptly and started to walk away... but this time you opted to follow him instead of just letting it be.

"For crying out loud talking with me won't kill you!" You groaned as he tried to close the door but you stopped him just in time.

"Get out." He growled, not able to look at your eyes.

"Chisaki just listen!" You exclaimed making the room go quiet as his eyes shot up to look at your own widened ones.

"Wh.. what did you-?"

"I'm so sorry." You murmured horrified, hands on your mouth as he stared down at you in pure shock "oh God I'm so sorry."

"How did... how do you know my...?" He couldn't even finish his sentence as you started to ramble.

"I'm so sorry. I know only your surname due to Deku giving me information like a year ago about you. Rules and all for you being a ex criminal and yakuza. God I'm sorry Overhaul... it just slipped." You brushed your hair away in distress

"Why didn't you called me by that if you knew?" He snarled, why? He didn't know.

His head was such a mess of emotions now...

"Well, deku told me about how you weren't him anymore. About how you abandoned that name long ago and all... so I thought if I called you that you might have grow uncomfortable or it just something that you don't like to remember about .." You mumbled, hand on your face covering your ashamed expression.

"... I don't see a problem." You let out a confused sound before looking up at him and noticing once again the tip of his ears starting to grow pink "I.. I am not what I used to be anyway. So I dont mind... you calling me that."

You arched an eyebrow before letting out a relieved sigh, crossing your arms before looking up at him once again.

"Fine. If I can call you Chisaki-"

"No. You can call me ... by my first name. It's Kai." You widened your eyes as he averted his own aways from your gaze.

"That's... are you sure? That's way too intimate..." he cursed himself at your reminder.

He just nodded and closed the door on you. Leaving you in a state of confusion and shock.

"Sounds rough." Your friend muttered as you groaned in your hands.

"Right? What else can I do to understand that guy?" You moaned, dropping your head on the table as your friend blinked.

"You know..." they sighed "... I think I know why he is acting like that. Freaking out when you take longer to get home, starting to act strange when you go out with others guys.... allowing you to call him by his first name despite his distaste of it...."

You poked a eyes at them and offered them a "go on" look.

".... you freacking idiot." They groaned "He likes you! Like, REALLY REALLYYYYY likes you!" They almost shouted while shaking your shoulders.

"Eh?" You muttered in shock.

"Yeah!" They wanted to slap you so bad.

"EH?!?!?!?!?" You shouted in embarrassment

"Why do I have a sudden feeling I will have a headache today?" He muttered as the kitty meowned at him as he hummed "Maybe I'm overreacting."

The cat blinked at him

"Oh for crying out loud now I'm talking to a freacking cat like (Y/n) does." He groaned, dropping his head back on the couch and face palming hard

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha villains x reader #zuffer writings #bnha villains

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