#Although they likely didn't wanna waste time on that or see me worth it

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

𝐀 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

Haha...so...I wrote this in one sitting on my phone, which is unlike me. I prefer working on my computer but oh well, I couldn't stop. I'm insatiable and there was not enough Tom in season 2.

Summary: You and Tom take a nice walk through the park...until the rain starts pouring.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), public sex, rough oral (m!receiving), kinda mean!dom Tom, implied subspace, teasing, dacryphilia, slapping, daddy kink, degradation, orgasm denial/control, and fluff cause I couldn't help myself🤷🏻‍♀️

word count | 2.2k🤙🏻

It had been a few weeks since Tom came back home. Tears of joy rarely seemed to leave your eyes, as Tom rarely ever let you leave his bed. But today, you decided it was too lovely outside to stay indoors all day, even though it would’ve been enjoyed regardless. The weather was predicted to be sunny with a nice breeze all afternoon, so you couldn’t possibly let yourself waste such a day.

You managed to convince Tom of the idea, after what seemed like hours of complaining and trying to get you to change your mind. But you weren’t having it, no matter how many times Tom said he’d bring you to a breathtaking release if you’d just allow yourselves to stay home.

You both walked to a local park, hand in hand, basking in the warm glow the sun offered, hearing the birds chirp happily, and glancing around at all the other people who must've had the same idea as you. And Tom, albeit reluctantly, started allowing himself to enjoy it and your company. Although, seeing a kid drop their ice cream cone and immediately bursting into fitful wails brought him enough joy that he started to think it was worth it. 

It wasn't until the skies suddenly darkened, the sun almost disappearing into oblivion, that you and Tom started regretting your decisions. 

It was slow at first, just a few droplets hitting the tops of your heads, then a few droplets turned into an absolute downpour. 

You squealed as you, Tom, and everyone else at the park started to get drenched, most scurrying to their vehicles or shutting themselves in their homes that were somewhat nearby. You and Tom didn't have such luck, as you both walked miles to get to this destination. What a great choice on your part. So all you really could do was take cover along the treeline of the woods that aesthetically encircled the park. 

As you watched the rain come down harder, you heard Tom sigh heavily and you rolled your eyes, already knowing you were about to get an earful...but it never came. You looked up at him in slight curiosity, seeing that a content expression was plastered over his visage, not an annoyed wrinkle or frown in sight. 

Tom glanced towards you, seeing your confused expression. "What?" 

You shook your head, jutting your bottom lip out slightly and shrugging your shoulders. "Thought you'd be...less calm than you are right now. More...mad." 

Tom furrowed his brows, going back to watching the rainfall. "Why would I be mad?" 

You chuckled weakly. "Well, you didn't really wanna come out here in the first place." 

He smirked, gently bumping your shoulder with his. "Ah, I was just pulling your leg, luv. I was happy to come out here, with you. I'm still happy to be here with you...never thought I'd get the chance again." 

You'd think your whole body would turn into a puddle right then and there, mixing with the rain and seeping into the damp soil. But alas, all it did was ignite a burning, consuming fire in the pit of your belly, almost disappointed Tom said such a thing and didn't do anything afterwards. 

You looked at your surroundings. Not a soul in sight, nobody but the two of you. The scarce playground equipment shook and swings swung violently with the wind, creaking and groaning from the force. If you were to scream, most likely no one would be able to hear you through the small storm. Why did the thought turn you on even more? And Tom, he looked so peaceful, the ever permanent curve in his lips deepening every time thunder shook the earth. 

Before you could overthink it, you started to lower yourself to the ground, the muddiness of the dirt that started to stick to your knees and ends of your dress doing nothing to quell the desire that kept on building inside you. 

Gaining his attention immediately, Tom looked down at you in dark intrigue, watching as you settled yourself on your knees. "And what do you think you're doing, sweet girl?" You didn't reply as you reached your hands up to palm his cock through his trousers, hearing him let out a barely audible grunt at your ministrations. "You do realize we're in public?" 

"You want me to stop?" You looked up at him with wide doe eyes, putting on an innocent expression even though you and Tom both knew fully well how debaucherous you really could be. 

You gasped as Tom reached down, grabbing you by the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you into a bruising kiss. "You're a fuckin' vixen, you know that? A whore is what you've turned into since I've been gone, is that it?" 

"Yes...but I'm your whore." 

And with that response, you crossed the point of no return, which is exactly where you wanted to be. 

Tom smirked, his cock instantly responding to your words and actions. "Yeah, you are, baby." He brought you into another passionate kiss, biting your bottom lip before pulling away, making you whimper. "Let's see how your whore mouth can be put to use, hm?" He growled, leaning back and relaxing against a tree, a smug aura surrounding him as he watched and waited for your next move. 

You smiled as you took his cock out, hard and pulsing warmly beneath the weight of your hand, a gush of slick pooling at your entrance at the breathy moan Tom made as you ran your tongue along him from base to tip, weakly suckling on the head to tease him. And you repeated those motions a few times before he stopped you, grabbing onto your hair with a growl. "Fuckin' tease. You gonna suck my cock like a good little slut, or do I have to force you? 'Cause I can force you, luv, you know I can." You involuntarily let out a whimpery moan, clenching your thighs together at his low, threatening voice. "Ah, I see. That's what you want, huh? You want me to use you like the whore you are? I can fuckin' do that." 

"Tom-" You yelped when he slapped you with his cockhead, making you widen your eyes up at him. 

"Nah, sweetheart, whores don't get to use my real name. So, I'm only gonna ask you once: who am I?" 

Your heart hammered in your ribcage, never having felt so frightened and aroused at the same time. "...Daddy." 

Tom grinned evilly, and in pride. "That's my good girl. Now, beg Daddy to fuck your mouth, go on." 

"Daddy," you let out with another pathetic whimper, "please, fuck my mouth. I need to feel your big cock." 

"Open." He prodded the tip of his cock at your lips, coaxing them to part. "Wider. Yeah, that's it." He groaned loudly as he rammed himself inside your hot, wet mouth, hitting the back of your throat immediately and making you gag around him. "Fuck, so good for me." He pulled back and thrusted back in roughly, over and over again, until tears ran down your cheeks and your drool spilt down your chin copiously. "See what happens when you tease your Daddy, hm? You brought this on yourself." 

You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan loudly, the still pouring rain drowning at any noise. No one would be able to hear you gagging on his dick, or his moans, nor the wet squelching of your cunt as you started to finger yourself to relieve some of the tension building in you. But Tom could hear it. "You better not be touching yourself, girl. Only I get to abuse that pretty pussy of yours." Tom pulled you up from the ground, your lips releasing his dick with a wet pop, your fingers retreating from your quivering form in the process. 

Your eyes were glazed over in a haze, mad with lust and pleasure, unable to focus as Tom brought up your hand by the wrist. He lightly slapped you, bringing your vision back into focus. "Were you touching yourself?" 

He asked so lowly, you were scared, so you mewled out a soft, "No." 

Your response only made him smirk. "Hm. So, if I were to stick your fingers in my mouth, I wouldn't be able to taste you, right?" You didn't even have the chance to respond before he wrapped his lips around your fingers, his tongue swirling around the digits before releasing them with another hum. "A whore and a liar? What am I to do with you?" 

And before you knew it, Tom had you pinned up against the same tree he was leaning on previously, the bark digging into your back uncomfortably. "You know what I do with whores, but what do you think I should do with liars? Surely, I shouldn't reward them for their behavior, right?" 

You stuttered, unable to form words in your lust driven mind. "Tom-" You started to sob out, being interrupted with another slap, much harsher than the last. 

"What did I tell you?" He growled. "Whores aren't allowed to use my real name. Why can't you just do as you're told? You've grown so wild and rebellious since I've been away. I think I need to put you back in your place." 

Tom turned you around, lifting up your dress to reveal your underwear already pushed to the side, giving him access to your needy cunt. "Just a slut." You cried out loudly as he pushed two fingers inside you roughly. "That's all you are." He spat in your ear, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot, tears springing to your ears as pleasure overtook you all too easily. "So worked up, aren't you? You gonna come so quickly?" 

"Yes!" You sobbed, practically shaking from the cold of the atmosphere and the pleasure Tom was giving you. And he wouldn't fuckin' stop, bringing you right to the precipice before pulling away completely and landing a painful slap to your clit. "Ow!" You whined.

"What? You think I was gonna let you come that easily? No, you have to earn it, girl." 

"Please...please..." You cried softly, completely leaning onto the tree in quiet exhaustion, so desperate for a release that you couldn't possibly notice or care about the wood scratching up your delicate skin. 

"You sound so pretty for me, luv. And using your manners. It's almost enough to make me wanna show you mercy." 

Your body thrummed with hopefulness, your mind going into tunnel vision at the prospect of getting off. "Daddy, please. I'll be a good girl. I won't touch myself, I won't tease you, I promise. I'll behave, Daddy, I swear it." You sobbed, soft hiccups escaping your lips. 

"Hey, hey," Tom cooed, running his hands over your skin gently, gooseflesh rising along where his fingers made their path. "You are a good girl. My good, sweet girl." You preened at his praise, letting out a shuddering sigh as he finally pushed his cock into you. "I believe you've learned your lesson, luv. Now, all you have to do is come for me." He whispered in your ear, a strangled moan brushing past your ears as he sped up his thrusts. "Think you can do that for me?" 

You cried out softly as the tip of his cock kept bullying the rough patch along the front of your walls, your climax already building back up with brutal force. "Yes, Daddy." 

"Tom." He corrected, and you grinned. 

You moaned as Tom reached around to run circles on your clit, pleasure dizzying your senses, making you lightheaded. You were right there. "Please..." You wailed. 

"Say my name when you come, sweet girl. Come for me." 

"Tom!" You chanted his name like a prayer, your velvety walls squeezing around him tightly as your orgasm washed over you in tidal waves, Tom's grip on you the only thing keeping you standing on your own two feet. 

"Fuck, baby!" Tom cursed, rutting against like a wild animal until he came with a loud grunt, almost collapsing against you until he remembered there was only a tree there that couldn't keep the both of you upright in the position you both were in. 

A calming beat until Tom broke the silence first. "I love you." 

And just like that, the skies cleared and the rain stopped. The sun shined brightly once again, the fresh smell of watered earth covering up the stench of sex and sweat. 

"We should, uh, probably be getting home, huh?" Tom smirked, putting his softening cock back inside his pants and helping you fix your dress. To anyone none the wiser, it just looked like you both were drenched with rain water. You were of course, but it mixed with sweat from exertion. "And if anyone asks, you slipped and fell because you're atrociously clumsy."

You faked offense, playfully shoving him off the sidewalk as you walked back home, an easy grin on both your faces. 

You grabbed ahold of Tom's hand, squeezing it gently before leaning to kiss his cheek, the innocent gesture making him blush harder than any sex driven act could. 

"I love you too, Tom Bennett, more than you could ever know.”

sorry it's a bit shorter but i legit don't have time to write long fics all the time anymore. sadge. hope y'all enjoyed regardless. hashtag justice for Tom Bennett.

#world on fire #world on fire bbc #tom bennett #tom bennett smut #tom bennett x fem!reader #tom bennett x reader #tom bennett x f!reader #tom bennett imagine

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

What if you made a part 2 of “do you wanna be friends?” where ken starts falling for the reader after Barbie shuts Ken down like at the end of the movie. Reader realizes her own worth and how her tears aren’t worth it for ken and plot twist gets with Allan after he helps her with her feelings🫢

Ooough yes ;w;

Note this is definitely longer than part 1 but trust me I had a lot of ideas for this so enjoy the angst <3

Part 1 is here!

.......

In the days following your talk with Ken on the beach, things in Barbieland have....gradually turned upside-down.

He went to the Real World with Barbie after you convinced him to go after her, but you never expected him to come back with something called "patriarchy" and use it to destroy nearly everything the women have built up here.

According to him and the few books he brought, men and horses ran the show instead--and that's how it should be in this world, too.

At first, you had no idea how quickly things escalated as he explained these things to the other dolls...until suddenly the Barbies no longer had their own agencies, jobs, or livelihoods, instead dedicating all of that to their Kens.

Of course you didn't succumb to the brainwashing, and once you realized what was happening, you made it clear to Ken you wanted no part of it. You tried talking some sense into him, insisting that this wasn't just the "reverse" of how the Barbies treated them.

It was cruel and outright degrading.

Yet he didn't seem to care, shrugging off your concerns. It's like he turned into an entirely different person, no longer being that awkward lovestruck fool who'd ramble about his girlfriend's personality and charm to you day and night.

Instead, he started talking about her "hotness" and how any Barbie would've been lucky to have him, with his fellow Kens laughing in the background and nodding along to everything he was saying.

But they only fell silent when you snapped, saying no doll in the world would love him if he was going to act like this forever, before storming away and going home.

It's there where you finally let your tears out, feeling ache in your plastic heart for all sorts of reasons--among them being why you were stupid enough to still love Ken and why you felt so guilty for getting angry at him.

Even now, part of you was still clinging to the small hope that he would've understood your song and what you were trying to convey to him..

Obviously, he didn't.

Why would he?

All he could ever think about was Barbie, while you forced yourself to stand on the sidelines and support his efforts to impress her.

Well, you couldn't support him this time. Not in this "Kendom".

When Allan came to your door, trying to find refuge from the Kens and their endless demands for massages, you let him inside. And that's where you two sat on your (non-leather) couch and talked for a while.

Despite being proclaimed his "buddy", the two never hung out much, although at this point he didn't seem to care about that anymore. He too was fed up with everything going on and asked why you were wasting your tears on a jerk like him.

You got defensive at first, wanting to say that Ken isn't a jerk.

But then you realized that what he said was actually...really smart.

It's something you'd expect to hear from a Barbie, not an Allan. But he made a valid point.

Why should you waste your tears on a guy like that? Who can't see that you've been there for him all along?

He wasn't worth breaking your heart over.

So you ultimately resolved to leave Kendom together, stowing away in the backseat of Barbie's car--which was now in the control of the humans she brought back with her. You weren't sure where she was, but you believed getting out of here was more important.

No one in the Real World would care if an Allan and a [y/n] were roaming around.

Yet one scuffle with Construction Worker Kens later....you four were at Weird Barbie's house, helping Barbie out of her depression and coordinating a plan to take back your home, no longer wanting to run away.

You worked hard to help deprogram the Barbies, freeing them from Ken's tyranny before enacting the final step: turning him and his fellow dolls against each other.

Before long, Barbieland was somewhat restored to its former glory, with the ladies' ruling being reinstated and them promising to give the Kens more recognition.

Barbie and Ken eventually made their amends, too, before she chose to depart for the Real World permanently, believing she no longer felt at home here.

It was a bittersweet goodbye, and once she was gone, you consoled Allan, who was overwhelmed by all of the recent events that have taken place. He helped save Barbieland, too, and you made sure the Madame President didn't forget that and ignore him again.

Fortunately, the Barbies were in agreement this time, inviting him to help with the rest of the cleanup--to which he giddily scrambled to find the nearest broom and get right to work.

You smiled, feeling a little bit proud of yourself for being his number one advocate.

When you turned around, however, you noticed Ken lingering near the pink slide by Barbie's dreamhouse. He was just standing there all alone, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket, still wearing the lightning bandanna.

Your anger from before had dwindled significantly, especially since you all heard his confession and realized he literally didn't know how to see past Barbie. Now you understood him a little better, and so you decided to approach him as a friend again.

"Hey, Ken. How you feeling?"

He looked up in surprise. Although he seemed exhausted, with his face stained with dry tear tracks, his smile was genuine. "Oh hey, [y/n]. I'm...still feeling kinda sad, but at the same time I feel...good? I dunno. It's weird."

"I understand." You nodded sympathetically

Sniffling, his gaze flickered back down to the ground. "Guess I should've listened to you more, huh?"

"It's okay." A reassuring smile graced your lips as you patted his arm in comfort. "She had to be the one to tell you, not me."

"Right...so um..."

"What's up?"

"Could I...maybe come over to your house later?" He quietly asked, crossing both of his fingers out of habit, although he glanced up and noticed your expression, quickly uncrossing them. "I-I mean not like that...not a sleepover or anything. I just...feel like we need to talk through some stuff."

"Oh...I think so, too." You relaxed, glad that he was finally gaining some maturity. "I'll see you tonight?"

His smile grew a little. "See you tonight."

..........

After the sun set over Barbieland once again, you had finished changing into your pajamas, unsure of whether Ken remembered to come over or if he decided to back out last minute.

You couldn't blame him if he suddenly didn't feel up to talking to anybody after all that's happened today. He probably needed some time alone to process things.

If he was ready, surely he'll let you know.

Yet you heard the doorbell ring while fine-tuning the strings of your guitar. You set it down on the table carefully before going to answer the door.

Much to your surprise (and bewilderment) it was Ken, all-dolled up in a nice sparkling vest and dress shirt. His hair was neatly combed, the bandanna and horseshoe chain necklace no longer anywhere to be seen.

"Hi, [y/n]...may I come in?" He awkwardly shuffled in place, clearly hiding something behind his back that he didn't want you to see for some reason.

"Sure. Nice outfit, by the way." You invited him in, now feeling a bit awkward yourself: here you were in cozy pjs, while your best friend looked ready for a night on the town.

Deep down, you began to worry about where this was heading, given the way he dressed up and seemed rather nervous, but you decided not to assume anything too quickly.

"Thanks." A light blush rose to his cheeks. "I wanted to look my absolute best for you."

"..for me?" You blinked. "I mean..this is a huge step-up from that mink coat, but I wasn't planning on going out anywhere. We were just gonna talk-"

"About our future together."

"...I'm sorry?"

"Our future together." He repeated, revealing the surprise to you: a small bouquet of plastic flowers with your favorite colors. "I've decided that...I'm ready to be your boyfriend, i-if you still want me."

You had to take a step back, eyes wide in shock. "Ken--are you.....is this a joke?"

"It's not a joke. I remembered that song you were playing on the beach. You wanted to be more than just friends...but you were scared to tell me because you didn't wanna ruin what we already had. That's what it was about, right?"

Freezing in place, you were now completely tongue-tied as you fumbled to generate some kind of excuse. You didn't think he'd actually hear any of those lyrics or even understand them.

"I-It's....yes, it's a song about unrequited love. But that's all it is, Ken. Just a random song I so happened to know. It doesn't mean anything-"

"It meant something to you, though. You were speaking to me through that song, and I was too stupid to realize it before. But I get it now! I understand!" With a childish grin he offered the flowers to you once more. "That was your confession, and I'm here to say that I accept it! I'm ready to be more than friends."

"...look, I'm glad you understand now. But.." Pausing, you took the flowers and set them on a nearby table, watching as his expression gradually faltered. "You and Barbie literally broke up hours ago. Don't you remember what she said?"

".....I-I didn't forget." The blond stood rigid, trying his best to keep his composure. "I'm not my girlfriend or any of that crap. I thought I could only love her, but I was wrong. And I'm okay with that. I'm ready to move on and be with the person who I should've been paying more attention to."

Stepping closer, he took your hands into his own, a pleading gaze sweeping across his face. "That's you, [y/n]. I know I was an idiot to ignore your feelings...and an even bigger idiot for bringing patriarchy here, but..I promise I'll do better. I'll be better."

"Ken, this isn't-" You attempted to speak, but he was already rambling about the endless possibilities that awaited this relationship.

"If you want, you can play the guitar at me and I'll play mine right back!"

"That's not what I-"

"I promise I won't play Push this time. I've learned way cooler songs since then and I can show them all to you."

"Ken, just listen to-"

"Oh! We can teach each other different songs, or-!"

"The answer's NO, Ken." You raised your voice in a small fit of frustration and impatience.

Those words came out harsher than you intended, but the damage was done, as he flinched and took his hands away, holding them to his chest with wide eyes.

"No as in...y-you don't wanna play the guitar with me?" His voice began to tremble.

"I mean "no" as in..." You hesitated, knowing you were about to break his heart and regret it. But you had to give him the truth. "Look, you can't just...suddenly decide you wanna be with me just because Barbie left the picture. That's not how this works. I'm not her replacement. I'm not her, and I can never be her."

"N-No, that's..." Tears began pooling in his eyes, scrambling to find a way to salvage this situation. "That's not what I meant at all! I-I'm not looking for any replacement! You sang your heart out to me, and-"

"That was back when I was naive and afraid to speak up for myself. I've changed since, Ken. Now I know my worth."

He was confused by what you meant by that, but before he could respond, he heard another male doll's voice speak up.

Not a Ken, but an Allan.

"I-I helped them realize that, of course!"

"...Allan? Buddy?" Blinking away his tears, he noticed the auburn-haired doll coming down the stairs. He was so incredibly lost as he glanced between you both, although he eventually connected the dots. "Wait, [y/n]...is he...?"

"Hold on, you didn't tell him yet??" Allan muttered to you, growing tense when you sent a slightly annoyed expression his way.

"I was getting there, but...." You stopped, looking back at Ken to see the devastation written all over his face. "Yes, Allan and I are a thing now. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but he helped me through a lot of stuff and...I realized my heart was in the wrong place. It's with him."

"...o-oh, I...I see now. And when did this...?"

"Two hours ago, after we finished cleaning the cul-de-sac."

He felt his heart shatter into a billion plastic pieces at this news. It took all his strength not to immediately bawl his eyes out; he wasn't even sure if he had any more tears left to cry.

This stung ten times worse than Barbie rejecting him in favor of Girls' Night. But deep down he knew that he only had himself to blame.

Why did he choose to fall for you after the fact he hurt you?

"Look, I know this must absolutely suck. But..you screwed up a lot, man." Allan shook his head, a slight frown on his face. "You can't expect [y/n] to forgive you like nothing ever-"

"I do forgive him." You gently corrected him, before glancing back at Ken once more. "I forgive you. You were made to love her, and you were frustrated she didn't feel the same. That's Mattel's fault. But...you clearly haven't moved past this yet, and you're never going to if you keep giving your heart away. You need time for yourself..not a relationship."

"...o-okay. I'll focus more on me...I get it. I'm gonna go now. Goodnight." He took the bouquet, hiding his face with them.

But it did little to masquerade his sniffles, even as he turned around and tried making a quick exit towards the door, embarrassed and ashamed.

You probably didn't want to see him ever again-

Yet he froze as he felt your hand resting on his back.

"C'mon Ken, don't be like that. Could you look at me?"

"......."

"Please?"

He listened as he slowly turned around and set down the flowers, allowing you to see his face--now stained with fresh new tears. There was a tiny glimmer of hope in his eyes that you were only joking about dating Allan just to see his reaction.

Yet there was only a sad smile on your face. "I'm willing to stay friends. We can do guitar lessons together and all that fun stuff if you want. I don't plan on going to the Real World anytime soon, so..I'll always be here if you wanna hang out."

"...you will?" His voice was small, his sniffles continuing. "I didn't..r-ruin anything between us?"

You shook your head and opened your arms up. "Not a thing--oof!"

Next thing you knew, he collapsed into your embrace, and you could feel him shaking. "I-I'm just...so scared that I'll never find love again.." He cried softly. "How will I know who's the right person? Or when it's the right time? Or-?"

"You'll know. I promise." Patting his back, you sighed and closed your eyes, appreciating the fact that Allan left the room to give you two space. "For now, just..keep focusing on yourself and who you are outside of your love life and accessories, okay?"

He nodded in understanding, staying in your hold for a little bit longer before he regrettably let you go. "Thank you, [y/n]..w-will you..at least keep the flowers?"

"Of course. I won't tell Allan." You winked in a lighthearted manner, which made him smile a tiny bit.

After that, Ken properly left your house this time, his heart still aching with the pain of knowing you two simply weren't meant to be. He knew this was for the best but...it still hurts.

Once again he was wandering alone, off to wherever he and the other Kens slept.

Housing for them was still being discussed among the Barbies, although the project seemed to be a success in-progress as he spotted some dolls already moving into newer homes.

They were like the dreamhouses, except smaller with blue accents and minimal horse decorum. One seemed to be up for sale near your house.

Yet he kept walking underneath the brightly-lit streetlights, finding himself humming the tune of that same song you held near and dear to your heart.

If being friends is how he got to have you, then...sure.

He could settle for that.

#clanask #barbie x reader #barbie movie x reader #barbie ken x reader #ryan gosling ken #ryan gosling ken x reader #ken x reader #ken carson x reader #hurt/comfort #angst #unrequited love #barbie allan x reader #allan x reader

[qua-1]

Request: Can you write a head canon where reader has the ability to change the laws and destiny of this worlds at her will but doesn’t use it a lot so Chuuya is sent to make her join the port mafia while Dazai is sent to make her joint the ADA but in the process they both fall in love with her but reader is to oblivious to now that both of them are fighting for her affection.(The reader is also a very positive person but can be very weird and quirky like telling Chuuya that she would eat her fingers if she were to starve and is pretty pessimistic about the world around her and humanity even thought she is descendant of Elysia !)

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[ Two interesting human beings ]

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"Humans are such interesting creatures..." You thought as you looked at the two humans fighting infront of you.

"I'm taking her to the Mafia, Mackerel!" One of them yelled, you saw how strong he was, he was definitely the stronger one.

"Why would she wanna be at a place like the Mafia? The Agency is so much more better!"

"Humans are always like this...Elysia wrote it in one of her many journals that humans always argue about the smallest things..."

The two of them heard you as they turned to face you, clearly confused.

"Who is Elysia?" They both asked, in the same time.

"Ruler (herrescher) of Human Ego, she's an interesting lady~ hehe, she's so fun to hang around with..you would like her!"

They looked at you weirdly, then one of them Wem to your side, and grabbed your hands as they started pulling like little children would, fighting over a toy, but of course, you were unfazed by that.

"Oh My, I didn't know humans can be soo aggressive~"

"The Agency is a better place for you, Y/N!"

"No?! The Mafia is so so much better than you pathetic detectives!"

"Join the Agency Y/N"

"Y/N! Join the Mafia!"

"I don't think I would like being in an organisation, but thank you anyways~"

Your ability allowed you control and change the laws and destiny of the current universe you were in, and of course, the Mafia and Detective Agency couldn't resist your godly ability, so they fought over who takes you in.

But you, of course, being the free soul you are, You don't need to be aort of an organisation to keep you safe, you are the descendant of the ruler of Human Ego, a ruler with God-Level abilities, and Elysia decided you were worth of these powers, so she gave them to you, in the form of an ability.

"HUH?!" They both yelled at the same time.

"Yeah my ability does the job, so I don't need to worry, Humans shouldn't waste their energy on one person~"

"Although, We are probably gonna see each other again, possibly very soon, who knows?"

And the second they were about to say something, you disappeared, as pretty and pink flower petals were left after you, Chuuya grabbed a fistful of the petals, and squized them, while Dazai let the petals fall on his palm, letting them rest.

Chuuya had a stressed,anxious and angered face, while Dazai had lost his smirk, as he looked a sad, he looked at the petals gently as he closed his eyes slowly, soon opening them as he turns his back to Chuuya, hands in his pockets, still keeping the petals.

"You better not get hands on her, Mackerel!" Chuuya grumbled at Dazai, visible anger in his voice showing.

"...." Dazai didn't have anything to say, but he will wait to see you again...

Both of them will.

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Note: sorry this isn't as long as you want it to be, this is my first ff, please do forgive me.

Tags: @lmaoaura

#bsd dazai #dazai imagines #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya imagines #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya nakahara #bsd fanfic #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #bungo stray dogs x reader

[quokkahans]

Double Catfished! [Special Chapter]

A/N: Hello, J here! So, this special chapter serves as the alternate ending! In other words, how will the story go when Changbin would drink the mysterious shot.. For context, please read the previous parts. If you have or at least remember the plot, enjoy! ;)

WARNING: This fic contains feederism, and intentional weight gain which are all SAFE FOR WORK / SFW and in this chapter, obsessive behavior which can be triggering. If you are uncomfy with this type of story and/or its elements, please look away and scroll before the cut.

AO3 VERSION

FINALE (REAL ENDING) -- PART 2

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Should I drink it? Is it worth it?

These questions were flooding Changbin's mind before he thought over it and made a decision, although it seemed sketchy, there could be a reason behind it. After all, maybe it was just one of the bar's promos for new customers.. Nothing malicious can happen on the first date, right?

Even if it wasn't the bottle of soju Jisung ordered, the older boy thought he had more than enough room for a couple of shots so he decided to take it, thanking the waiter as he left.

"Fuck it, I've been holding myself back for just a shot.. It's no big deal.", the black-haired man muttered before drinking the contents of the small glass in just one go. Little did he know, Jisung got out of the bathroom just in time to see his boyfriend really fall for his trap, making him smirk.

The younger boy decided to hold off walking back to the table and buy his gullible boyfriend some time, watching his Binnie slowly get antsy with a couple of shots. Good thing he wasn't that visible while having a good view, bless the layout of this bar. But one thing needs to be discussed: how did this happen?

Remember when Han had to go to the bathroom, right? Well, that maniac didn't have to go to the bathroom since he requested an empty shot glass and mixed in vodka with something.. special, just to keep his special someone knocked out throughout the night and buying Jisung some time to make his plan flawless. After that, this brings us back to around 30 minutes after where the light-haired boy was just watching his date down the special "shot" and some additional shots when the soju bottle finally came plus some snacks he snuck, a dirty grin splayed on his face before he came back, acting like a fool (well, he is a crazy fool, so there's the point).

Upon seeing his lover, Changbin's eyes lit up and the alcohol must've been taking its course now.

God, he's such a lightweight...

Jisung thought before cooing softly, hearing the older whine. "Where were you, Sungieee? You took so longgg.. I thought you left me!", he pouted deeply before being shushed by Han.

"Ohh, my sweet sweet Binnie.. don't think like that! I just had to take a really long call, okay? Sorry for leaving you.."

The sweet tone just made Changbin more confused but it was too enticing not to contest it so he just nodded slowly and cling to the quokka boy just a little bit more. "Hmph, okay thennn.. You owe me some kisses!", he declared, as if it was a debt to be paid (but it was true) and to his surprise, the other complied and gave his boyfriend the needed kisses, making Bin blush furiously.

"Happy now?"

"Very. You're the besttt~"

The couple now took their time with some more shots being shared—mostly being given to Changbin since Jisung turned down those being offered to him, in the guise of helping his now-drunk boyfriend but in reality, the squirrel-like boy just wanted to watch how the older boy was falling deeper and deeper into his trap and in love. But then, they had to go since the bar was closing so a taxi needed to be called.

"Let's go, baby~ We need to go home for you to rest, you're so wasted now.", Jisung teasingly said to a very clingy Changbin who was mumbling somewhere between "Nooo, I wanna stayyy~" and "I-I'm not drunkkk!" before they got inside the taxi and that's where the dwaekki placed some drunken kisses on his lover's forehead and cheeks until they arrived at Jisung's place, with Bin still highly clingy and enamored.

Upon arriving, the baker helped his drunk boyfriend off the taxi before paying the fare and then carrying him bridal style to the bedroom. As Jisung checked back to see how Changbin was doing, the older boy was already fast asleep and slightly snoring much to the quokka's dirty grin as they were now settling in the bed.

"Finally.. I got you wrapped under my fingers, hm? If you knew how obsessed I am with you, but lucky for you, when you wake up.. you won't have any choice but to stay with me."

Those words were laced with sweet venom as Han let out a small, maniacal snicker before looking for his phone and taking pictures of the sleeping frame of his boyfriend.

Another playful giggle came out of Jisung's lips as he looked at the finished pictures. "So cute while sleeping.. How much more if he gets bigger and so cuddly? Ahh, such a thought~", he muttered before cuddling his lover.

Such a fool when it comes to love.

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It was a fun time for Changbin last night, he had his first date with the boy who he talked to for almost a year in an online dating app and recently dating as well. So nothing could go wrong after this, right?

Wrong.

When the dark-haired boy tried to get up, he felt like something was attached to his arms so Changbin opened his eyes slowly and stirred awake. What he saw made his whole soul awaken and almost separate from his whole body.

"Wha- Hello? Jisung?", the shorter boy struggled to unravel the handcuffs that were tied to his wrists, feet and the ends of the bed, the cold air poking through more than usual but when he looked at the mirror, Bin realized that he was half-naked. As much as Bin wanted to blush, it was really scary since he was basically trapped on all four limbs.

"Let me out!", he begged once more before footsteps were heard outside, making the boy sigh in relief before Jisung entered the room with an obsessive look towards his boyfriend.

"Well well well.. good morning~", the quokka smiled widely before walking closer to his lover and grabbing a handful of the older's heavier belly, shaking it subsequently. That shot already did some damage, making Bin's tummy a bit larger than usual.

"L-Let me out!", Changbin whined before trying his best to get his arms and ankles out of the handcuffs but it was no use, Jisung was totally in control now.

"Aww, why would I though? I wanted you to stay.. forever."

What happened to the sweet, loving boyfriend that the news writer once knew of? This wasn't the cute quokka that he met on the first date, he was a maniac! An obsessive maniac!

Changbin looked with horror on how his Hannie turned into such a monster, but this has to be a joke.. right? The news writer got agitated and his eyes got glossier by the minute.

"W-Was this your plan all along?! I thought you really loved me!"

"Oh, I do.. I really do! Just on the level you don't expect from me.."

Jisung got closer and caressed his lover's cheek, squishing it in the process but the older swatted his hand away, tears trickling in and heart breaking at his date's psychotic behavior. "Don't touch me!"

That made Jisung a bit sad, not going to lie, but the fact Changbin was so powerless made his ego just a little bit higher.

"And then what? You're going to talk your way into leaving me? Bin, I know you better than that.. You'd be such a dumbass if leaving all of this behind would be your first option!", the younger boy shook his head, eyes brimming full of tears.

"But I know you won't do that.. right? So what do you say?"

Bin was still silent, but inside, he was brimming with anger. It looked like such an easy decision but his heartstrings were tugged so strongly, it may have swayed him to the other side..

"Still can't make a decision? Poor Binnie.. Time is ticking, my love. Too bad, I prepared breakfast just for us and I can't let it go to waste."

Changbin's eyes widened softly, his mind and heart getting conflicted with each other but he couldn't let Jisung hanging.

So, he made the decision for himself. "F-Fine! I won't leave you.. just, let me out here please! I can't stand not hugging you..", the black-haired pouted before his boyfriend gave in and uncuffed him, the couple hugged together before Jisung pinched his chubby cheeks as they headed to the kitchen.

"Such a good boy, hm? Come on, you must be hungry~"

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"Look at you, my sweetheart~ You're getting bigger and bigger! Such a piggy for me, hm?"

2 years later, after love won out, Changbin didn't regret his choice. At first, it was hard but he got used to Jisung being obsessive because when you really love someone, you learn to be obsessed too.

But that wasn't the only thing that changed, even Bin's body. He doubled his weight in those years, the once chubby belly turned into a massive one that would jiggle with every step and hang over Changbin's enormous thighs, several rolls littered on each side and stretchmarks on his navel and all over the soft flesh. His chest melted into big breasts, and even if Jisung would grab it with his hands, it would still overflow.

The shorter boy's lower body wasn't safe though, as his already big ass got enlarged with fat and was a primary target for Jisung's groping habits.

But when you have a boyfriend who loves your curves and body, Changbin wouldn't even settle for less. He loved and will continue to love Jisung. For now, he'd just have to savor this moment, gorging on one of his huge meals.

"This piggy's obsessed with you~ Love you, my Sungie!"

"Love you too, my big baby."

== THE END !! ==

A/N: Whew! It felt like years since whipping up a new post so here you go! Thank me later ;).

Anyways, y'all can drop some suggestions or we can have a story RP! <3 Again, thank you for reading!

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[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 43b - She will never let go when she has you.

Episode 3.

Malou: She waited about 40 minutes, but since Dalton still hadn't come back upstairs, she decided it was about time to pay him a visit. So she quickly headed downstairs, the snow had started falling, and it was incredible cold, as she carefully stepped down the slippery stairs, and escaped into the warm studio, quickly closing the door behind her. Her naked legs were prickling from the cold wind, as she stood on the floor of the dimmed studio, looking at Dalton, sitting on his couch, staring at the floor. She sighed soft and approached him quietly

Dalton: He looked up at her as she stopped in front of him. A bottle of almost empty wine leaning in his hand I don't know how to do this?

Malou: Somehow she had a feeling she knew what he was talking about. She often had a deeper understanding of him, although she would sometimes doubt if she was actually lucky enough to be the one to read him so well. She nodded lightly Me neither…

Dalton: I'm…. scared

Malou: She nodded lightly

Dalton: …. Are you scared? he asked in an almost whisper

Malou: Constantly she took a deep, silent, shaky breath, and stepped a little closer so she stopped almost between his spread legs

Dalton: He looked up at her, leaning forwards as he grabbed her right hand, leaning his cheek against it, rubbing his cheek gently against it, as if he was a cat, asking for love.

Malou: She rested her other hand on his shoulder, stroking him gently with her thumb

Dalton: He moaned soft from the warmth of her presense and intimacy surrounding him, filling him with a pleasure he had longed for, for so long I'm…. he sighed soft ….. a lot of work… a big handful…

Malou: She let her hand slip down to his chest, gently pushing him back on the couch, so he was forced to look back up at her again I think that's up to me to decide? she spoke in a soft, now almost alluring voice. She pulled her hand back from his, and grabbed the wine bottle, placing it on a small surface next to the couch, then sat down next to him, forcing a soft smile I think we're all work, Dalton… not a single person in this world is uncomplicated, or some sort of work

Dalton: Yeah, but I'm kind of a waste of time… I don't think you're going to harvest any fruits here….

Malou: She sighed deep and pondered a moment on his words, before she leaned in a bit closer, gazing deep into his eyes I didn't come here for fruit. I can go to any supermarket and buy all the fruit I want. But I can't go and buy a Dalton she shrugged lightly and I happen to believe good things are worth the work. And all I want out of it, is literally you. I don't expect anything else. I think you're already much more than anything I could ever hope to achieve in life. I absolutely adore everything about you… and the fact that you can't seem to see your exact worth is both endearing and also something I mildly want to hit you for. You're so incredible special, Dalton. And all I ever want to do, is give you whatever you need. She lowered her head, worried about his reaction If you'll allow me, that is…?

Dalton: He looked at her with flickering eyes, his heartbeat rising, fearing…. everything. I'm… made of flaws…

Malou: She nodded lightly So am I. But I like you just the way you are… I wouldn't wanna change a thing. And I want nothing more than your happiness… and safety. All I wanna do is reach out and stroke your cheek. Keep you safe…. make you feel loved. You're literally the most precious person on this planet, and if I would have any sort of chance of she took a shaky breath being able to… be the one…. for you…. I'd literally give nearly… everything.

Dalton: …. an overwhelmingly sad and hopelessly scared feeling washed over him, and his eyes quickly filled up with tears Don't leave me… please… I beg you! I've been so fucking alone his voice broke as tears started falling down his cheeks I'm terrified of losing myself to someone new… and then be left again.

Malou: I'm not going anywhere! it burst out of her it would never occure to me, to leave you, ever! I will cling on for a life time if you let me!

Dalton: He nodded eagerly through his tears and reached out, grabbing onto her dress as if he was holding on for his life Please!

Malou: She nodded confirming and quickly scooted closer, pressing her lips longingly against his, as she quickly climbed on his lap, planting a knee on each side of his hips, pressing her upper body tight against his, wanting and needing to feel him close, and for him to feel her close as well. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him deeper into their kiss

Dalton: *A soft relived moan escaped him, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her, digging his fingers into her lower back, as he pressed himself even tighter against her, welcoming the warmth of her body, and the softness of her lips.

Malou: She moaned soft and leaned deeper into their kiss. Letting her hands travel to his chest, digging her fingers into it. Feeling an intense pleasure rolling through her body, goosebumps on the back or her neck and on her arms, from feeling the warmth of Dalton against her palms… and the beats…. the beats of his heart. Dalton's heart.

Dalton: He moaned hoarse and soft in her mouth, his tongue eagerly playing with hers, his pelvic floor lifting slightly, pressed against her, for just a breath in the night

Malou: Her pulse started rising. Here in the darkness. The dimmed room. Vibrations of deep longing being met, waving through her body. Temperature rising. Back arching. Gently nibbling on his bottom lip, sucking it playfully.

Dalton: A soft sigh of thrilling pleasure and deep yerning creating a fire inside him. His hands slowly traveling down to her butt cheeks, giving them a light squeeze through the fabric of the dress. An enquiery. A hope of an invitation.

Malou: A soft surprised moan escaped her, followed by rapid nervous heartbeat. Was this it? Was it now? Fuck! For a moment fear took over, and she almost parted their lips. Then once again felt his pelvic floor lifted. She quickly arched her back, to gently rub against his groin, answering his request with a yes.

Dalton: A trembly breath against her lips. Shaky hands, as the slowly traveled further down, and up under her skirt, once again finding their way to her round buttcheeks, now only a thin soft layer of panties preventing him from fully touching her. His lips eagerly kissing hers, his body heating up. Feeling intoxicated and drawn to her, as if something kept pulling in his very soul. His pelvic floor rising again.

Malou: A warm breathy sigh escaping her lips, as she instantly pressed her own groin tight against his again, feeling a sweet tickle between her legs, their kiss heating up further, her fingers digging tighter into his chest, her heart beating loud in her head, so loud it soon enough cancelled out all the thoughts of panic in her head, worried if she should go further, would she be good enough? Did he really want her, or was it just the alcohol? Soon enough all of these fearful questions no longer mattered. All that mattered was the sweet sensations, the closeness, the desire. And most importantly… it was Dalton. So fuck everything else!

Dalton: He pressed himself tighter against her again, lightly grinding his groin against her for just a couple of seconds, then suddenly felt nervous. Was he stepping over a line? Did she even want this, or was he leading her into something she wasn't into? He slowed down their eager passionate kiss, but as his heart started punding loudly in his head, he gave in and once again pressed his groin against her, his body taking over.

Malou: A soft moan escaped her, and she felt herself getting wet. There was no denying how much she wanted him. There was only him. She had never loved anyone as much as him. She knew there would never be anyone she could love more than him. He was Dalton after all. And no one more special than Dalton, could ever exist. Even the thought of it made her grin and a soft chuckle slipped her lips

Dalton: He frowned soft, was she laughing cause it was amusing to her or cause she liked it? But for some reason, the second after, he couldn't help but chuckle softly as well. Feeling an overwhelming happiness burst through his chest

Malou: She chuckled again and pressed her groin closer against him, playfully nibbling his bottom lip with her teeth again. Pressing her boobs against his chest, and slowly let go, allowing her arms to wrap around his neck, softly caressing the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck.

Dalton: Her fingers in his hair created sweet chills up and down his spine, and his body aurtomatically waved against hers, grinding slow and gentle, loving the feeling of her teeth nibbling his lip, sending him into a dimension of pleasure and relaxation, a sort of trance like state, where his breath turned heavy and deep, slow and steamy. His hands automatically pulling down her panties, but only to free the bottocks, greeting her slightly cold cheeks with his warm hands.

Malou: His magical hands, now resting against her soft skin, sending chills through the very core of her, her body shivering with anticipation, welcoming him with open arms, wanting him to find permanent recidence here with her. A hand of hers traveling down the side of his neck, then slightly upwards, brushing her thumb against his bottom lip, without separating their heated kiss, so curiously exploring and taking in every milimeter of the lips who let out all those beautiful songs. Wanting to touch and feel every crack, every valley.

Dalton: He sighed soft and hot against her thumb, loving how she seemed to welcome him so easily, exploring him, his tongue gently poking her finger, lifting her slightly as he once again, for a brief moment lifted his pelvic floor.

Malou: She sighed steamy against his tongue, her back arching, feeling soaked between her legs, dizzy, overwhelmed with pleasure, temperature rising, goose bumps now spreading to most parts of her body, sweat starting to form on the arch of her lower back

Dalton: Now it was his turn to surrender under a layer of goosbumps, his hands trembling slightly as he squeezed her but again, then let go, to quickly reach down in front of himself, slightly lifting his shirt, to better connect his fingertips to the button on his jeans, swiftly unbuttoning it, then forcing the zipper down as well. He struggled a bit as he lifted his lower body slightly, then quickly slipped his already baggy pants just a couple cm down, feeling relived as they automatically dragged his boxers slightly down, his dick automatically escaping the stretchy fabric, standing hard between the two of them. Then fear stroke again. His heart pounding faster. Suddenly feeling like a creepy idiot. But then he felt Malou's thumb leave his lip, her hand slowly travelling down his chest, belly, just to leave him completely. Please don't stop, he held the words back, and the tears behind his eyelids. Now it would all be over.

Malou: She quickly let her hand travel down between her legs, in a swift move grabbing the leg of her panties, and gently pulling it to the side, she took a sharp deep breath against his lips, then slowly raised herself just a tiny bit, their lips parting, her breath shaky against his mouth, as she a bit hesitating and nervous wrapped her hand around his dick, and slowly pressed it against her wet opening, feeling him slowly slide inside, as she gently lowered herself, a soft whimper of pleasure and anticipation escaping her. He was perfect. The perfect size, shape, texture. Her eyes filling with tears as she let a soft moan out, finding herself in this absolutely magical moment. A true fairy tale. Dalton. Inside her.

Dalton: A surprised moan escaped him, and he quickly wrapped his arms tight around her, burrying his face in the arch of her neck, breathing in the scent of her long hair, her skin, her. Sending shivers through his body of warm pleasure and familiar comfort. Feeling safe and undeniably satisfied in his whole soul, yet overwhelmed with feelings and…. love. A few tears making their way out from under his lids, happy tears. Thankful. Devoted. Surrendering.

Malou: She leaned her head against his, planting a soft kiss on the side of his neck, feeling so full of love that her heart could leap out of her chest, and in this moment, all she wanted to do, was speak out her love. Yet fear won her over, afraid it would be the very thing that would cross the line for him.

Dalton: His lips brushing gently against the side of her neck, wanting to taste her, feel her, worship her.

Malou: She slow and gently swayed her hips back and forwards, loving the presure it created inside her, feeling him push against her walls. No pain, only insationable pleasure rolling through her body, a soft moan escaping against his skin, her lips planting another kiss of love and devotion, loving the taste of him.

Dalton: He hugged her slightly tighter, not wanting to let go, feeling as if he was holding on for his very life. Holding on for all the isolated months without love. Holding on for all the broken pieces in his heart to mend.

Malou: She wrapped her arms around his neck again, hugging herself tighter against him. Holding on for all the months of isolation, pain, tears, loss, everything that had brought her to him. Feeling it all slowly dissolve and fly away into the night, being replaced by all of Dalton's pure magic.

Dalton: He sighed warm breath against her skin, nibbling it lightly with his teeth and lips, allowing his tongue to flutter over it a few times, to better fill his mouth with the taste of her.

Malou: A soft moan of pleasure as she felt his tongue and kisses against her neck, her back arching lightly from the sensation. Feeling as if she was suddenly stuck in the prettiest poem she had ever read. Soaked with love and longing.

Dalton: He gently pressed his groin against her, pushing himself a bit deeper inside her, a soft groan of pleasure from deep inside him, his back arching as he slowly straightened up, his lips eagerly finding their way back to hers, locking in a sensual kiss.

Malou: She moaned against his lips, as she slowly started swaying up and down, her legs trembling from the sensation and the very truth, that this was HIM, and this was HER.

Dalton: A deep surrendering moan escaping him, as he felt her move around him, growing harder, if even possible? Stroking his palms up and down her back, wishing they weren't separated from her skin, by the fabric of the dress. Digging his fingers in, trying to feel her as close as possible, without prohibiting her from swaying.

Malou: Answering his deep moan with a soft almost purring sound, as she felt herself fall even deeper in love with him, only by the sound of him, enjoying her.

Dalton: He felt dizzy and out of breath, but in a so very pleasant way, struggling not to take over and take control. But he loved the sweet tempo of her swaying, as a lullaby for his body, way too much to let lust take over. After all, what she was granting him was exactly what he needed. Love. Animal instinct could wait. Right now, his soul was on fire, and his heart so full of love, a love that could heal even the darkest crookest corners.

Malou: Her swaying stayed at it's comforting rythem, their bodies melting together, their lips locked in a forest of hope. A hope that they would never part again. Taking them both on a ride through the winter galaxy. Stardust and nebulas bathing them, and soaking them in each others name.

Dalton: He felt higher than he had ever been before, his kisses turning greedier, more passionate, yet stayed slow, deep, almost devouring. Feeling himself get lost inside her.

Malou: Gladly loosing herself, feeling him pick her heart up, putting it all back together again. No more cracks, everything melting together with Dalton. Saving her. Mending her. Breathing new life into her.

Dalton: His moans grew closer, feeling alive, feeling intense pleasure, feeling fragile, exposed, open, vulnerable, yet safe with her, as if she would never dare to cause him any pain. He was home. Protected by her heart. And he felt their souls mend with each other. Breathing new life into him.

Malou: Her moans picked up with his, and her rhythm slowly followed. Waves of the purest pleasure shooting through her, sweat forming on her nose, her temperature steady rising, running her fingers through his hair, loving the tickly butterflies causing havoc in her stomach, and the goosebumps steady dance on her skin.

Dalton: A drop of sweat running down his spine, sweat forming on his upper lip, turning their kiss salty and magnetic. Feeling weightless and free, yet gravitated by her, ensuring he wont dissappear into the vast darkness of the night. Her, his safety net, creating unimaginable sensations of pleasure through his entire being.

Malou: A deeper moan escaping her as she felt herself melt into his chest, as if she was slowly sinking into him, to live there forever. Willingly accepting her destiny. And then she came, with a surprised moan of pleasure.

Dalton: Her surprised moan, followed by a light twitch became the very thing that released his last shred of control, and he came with a deep surrendering moan, arching his back lightly, as he firmly pulled her even closer, feeling his warm cum spread inside her.

Malou: The sensation released another orgasm, and a slightly deeper, longer, surrendering moan of pure pleasure. Then her movements slowed down, till they were barely there.

Dalton: His breathing heavier now as he parted their lips, once again returning his head to the arch of her neck, panting loving butterfly kisses on her skin, not ready to let go just yet, although a much welcomed and pleasant heaviness was starting to spread in his body, his chest arching with each heavy breath, trying to catch up.

Malou: Lightly panting for air, trying hard not to move an inch, well knowing he would be turning soft now, and even the slightest flinch could be enough to send him sliding out. So she kept her body as still as possible, though allowing herself to catch her breath, her fingers still lovingly stroking through his hair, wanting nothing more than to pour so much love and affection into him, that he would never even dare to rethink what had happened between them. And never regret.

Dalton: A deep shaky breath to calm his heartbeat slightly, another drop of sweat escaping down his spine, now fully resting his head on her shoulder, as his whole body gave in and fell heavy. As if all stress, tenseness, heavy burdens, fear, doubt, pain, sadness and anything keeping him awake at night had suddenly been wiped away and been replaced with this heavy, yet immensely comforting warth and closeness, leaving his body completely relaxed.

Malou: She felt him rest against her, and kissed his hair gently, a wide smile spreading on her lips. Feeling burstingly happy and extremely priviledged that she of all people, could grant him that feeling. And as she felt him slowly slip out of her, she quickly reached for a blanket next to them, dragging it over them, in the same movement as she gently tilted them to the side, and they fell into the soft couch, the fuzzy blanket pulling over them like a thick blanket of protective love.

Dalton: A soft satisfied moan escaped him, his face snuggling against her chest, his arms still wrapped tight around her, like a soft Koala bear, clinging to a tree for safety.

Malou: She planted a couple more kisses on his hair, stroking his middle back gentle and slow, allowing herself to lay and look around the room a bit, as much as she could see from her position and the dimmed light. Her lips stuck in the happiest smile she had grown in years.

Dalton: It didn't take many minutes till he dozed into a deep sleep, feeling beyond satisfied and comfortable, loved and protected.

Malou: As she understood he had fallen asleep, she laid quite a while, just enjoying the sound of his breathing, and the feeling of her finger tips stroking either his back or his hair, sometimes the both of them together. And as it became harder for her to keep her eyes open, and sleep was drawing her in, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, to the sound of his beating heart.

#unicorntales #Malou Jensen #Dalton Jensen

[yurhighnessmio]

✍You are cursed. Every evil deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, good deeds will grant you more time.

Short Story #3 - February 15, 2022; Tuesday; 11:58pm

Do I push this random old woman on a busy street or do I help her cross the road?—was probably the hardest question I had to ask myself in my life.

I am a villain. Well, to be more specific, I'm just a petty thief...who is also, not only hot looking—mind you—but also pretty much of a great guy overall. Don't question that, you don't have to.

Although, I'm kind of an ass, I don't deny that. I mean, what thief isn't a piece of shit, really? Yeah, I steal. Maybe beat a few motherfuckers up here and there when I feel like it. No biggie.

Though, I have to admit, it's not like I have a choice but to do this. This shit happens apparently when you drop off of six grade just because you feel like it. Don't blame me—How was I supposed to know things were gonna turn out this way? It ain't my fault.

You live with what'chu got, and you learn to like it. I mean, I do one job: I steal a few wallets a day then BOOM—I get cash. No working in the office listening to a bunch of good-for-nothings yelling at you to do better. No struggling to pay shitty bills you ain't wanna pay. No wasting hours working all day only to be payed what? Fifty bucks? No. None of that.

You hear how great that is? Damn.

But, you see here, I'm kind of in a bit of a mess and stuff. See, something's happened...I met a bitch, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada—anyways, she got herself a lil too pissed. If you know what I mean?

See, in the thievery industry, you gotta at least have a clue who tf you're messing with. Can't just put your hands in just anybody's pants, if you catch my drift—although, yes, sex? Do your own thing when it comes to that. Fuck a stranger, fuck a friend, fuck a teacher. Do it...Bless you.

Back to the thing. I make her a little mad. She's not happy about it. I made her lose her shit. She's not happy about that either. Stuff happens, yada, yada, and now everytime I do my shit, I'm fucking dying.

Like, what the fuck? What'd I ever do to her dumbass? I returned her wallet, didn't I? Maybe not the money and the credit cards, but the wallet. And isn't that enough? Piece of shit needs to humble herself a bit. Really.

Back to the point, alright, I live, I do my job, right? And all of the sudden, everytime some crazy stuff happens, I feel this fucked up urge telling me that I'm 'bout to be 56 years away from dying. Like, what the hell, man. I mean I get it, I'm not complaining, 56's a lot—I'm actually really satisfied when it comes to that but, you know, what the actual fucking fuck? You know?

Ain't no one's supposed to know shit like that. What am I? A wizard? I ain't no Potter kid, alright? And I can't even tell nobody 'bout this shit cause they'll just think I've lost my cheeseballs...probably will laugh like dumb motherfuckers too, them pieces of shit. All because of that bitch—

At first, I didn't care and sort of ignored it. Cause, duh? What's a bro gotta do when you suddenly feel something telling you that you're dying in 56 years? Exactly. Nothing.

So I continued my shit but fuck, man, the number just keep droppin'. I keep on telling myself, you know, this is all me. It ain't real.

But then, I get this great idea to be a little, and I mean a little, experimental about it. It's sort of like, a guessing game, right? I guess what happens if I do this, I guess what happens if I do that, if I hit someone in the face, if I fuck their wife that I see in the pub, you get me? And man! It was the funnest mother fucking shit I've ever done in my life.

Like, I can say stuff like, "I wonder what's it worth hitting you face?" And they wont know jackshit! Ha! Things were too good. If it were gonna go down regardless of the things I do, then I might as well have fun with it.

So I punch a drug dealer's face—Awesome. I fuck a priest at the altar—Hilarious! I push a bro out of his own fucking balcony—he didn't die, there was a pile of trash below him, but he did sprain his leg and smell like shit—Fucking. Wicked!

Then one day, I walk out of a convenient store after pick-pocketing a few wallets and suddenly I feel my life bar says:

30 minutes; 42 seconds.

What...do I do...? What do I do? What. The. Fuck. Do. I. Mother. Fuckin'. Do?.....Bitch, I run! That's what I do.

I don't wanna fucking die. Yeah, I didn't believe this shit at first. Was it stupid? Who tf knows? Do you believe a motherfucker is robbing a bank before he pulls the gun out? Hell no. You embrace your own cajones. That's wha'chu fuckin' do.

To say that I choked on my own spit because of it is an exaggeration. Though, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to do anything about it. So I make sure not to lose my wallets and instead lose my damn shit as I try to look for something nice to do.

It's happened so often than not that when I actually do something nice for once, I get older. No, not get older, like, I don't die. Not like, the immortal type of not dying—I don't even know if that's possible—just, I don't die as early. I live longer—if you understand.

But what the heck can I even do? I don't wanna go around town like a moron going on and helping people for the rest of my life. I have a job. A responsibility to take care of my own ass—nevermind the mention of helping other people. I'm hard enough to maintain as I am.

All because of that bitch. I mean seriously, who does these to people? Witches! God, I didn't even think those things existed—If I knew, I would've backed the fuck out that instant but I didn't. Now I'm dying! What the heck—and I thought I was an asshole?

Looking for something nice to do at the side of a road is not so easy when there's really only one person I can help out: an old woman in her midnight dress and a cane that looks like she could have diabetes, maybe arthritis, who knows?

I gotta help her. But, then again, Help? Really? What am I, a bitch?

My blood is boiling and I don't really feel like helping an old piece of shit like her. I groan as I walk close, eyes darting to the road and back to her. I'm having a crisis:

Do I push this random old woman on a busy street or do I help her cross the road?

Vehicles of all kinds—cars, cheap ones, expensive ones, trucks, motorbikes, ambulances(three of them)—look like they're irking to run over a poor old lady right about now.

I remember the bitch that made me this way. Doing her Harry fucking Potter bullshit on me like there won't be consequences. Wait 'till I discover the existences of witch police. Definitely gonna get her sorry ass arrested.

I'm too pissed. Too pissed to even wanna move an inch from where I stood—staring at her like a damn predator. I am not into grannies, don't even start.

So I push her—mentally, as I actually lend her a hand and help her cross the street, holding her hand like old peope do in tv's.

"Why thank you, young man. Not very many people offer to help old folks like me these days. Your mother must be so proud!"

"Whatever, man." I can't even look at her.

When I reached the other end of the road, I drop her off. It was a fairly large town, but not many people like to go out. So, I wasn't surprised when all I saw at the other end was a mother, her child, and a beggar that seemed to be distracting the woman by insistently begging for coins.

The granny gave her thanks, and walked away. I feel my bar change.

1 day; 29 minutes; 32 seconds.

That's it? One!? I thought, Not to complain, but I worked too hard walking with that old hag's pace just to be added one day to my life. Whoever's in charge with handling my shit is a selfish prick and they fucking know it.

Out of anger, my eyes wander just enough to  see how the child is actually holding a lollipop. My stomach grumbles and I smile at the midget. Then I grab the lollipop and run for it the opposite direction before shoving the thing in my mouth.

I laugh like it's the end of the world. I could hear the child cry. I could also sense my bar change.

28 minutes; 56 seconds.

Son of a bitch.

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[gilkohuke]

So... Just got messages by someone telling me to block them back because I'm weird and creepy and to not reblog anything they post because they don't want "cringe hetalians"....

Big ouch, already struggle with how I view myself so that really ruined my night and it's likely gonna haunt me for awhile, but ..

Was that what it's like to be Blocklist worthy?

#insult #hetalia #I will not reveal this person #even if they were a bit - mean? they were just honest about their opinion and everyone is allowed to have it. #It's their own decision what they choose to say to people - nice or not #Don't expect to find em through my reblogs either #Not that anyone would care haha. #What's a little funny is that I had still found em occasionally reblog Hetalia related stuff or from Hetalia blogs #so them saying 'cringe hetalians' had me ??????? #Shows they specifically hated me and just wanted an excuse haha #or maybe they just didn't like the type of hetalia blogs i was reblogging from? #we'll never know #hws #aph #at least they explained why they're blocking me? #Although more elaboration on why they think im creepy and weird would have been nice #If ya gonna a person like that you gotta give a good reason and explanation #Although they likely didn't wanna waste time on that or see me worth it #Which honestly #no one will take what you said as serious and for real and just think you're being mean because why not #If a person really does make you uncomfortable though - you explain why and maybe the person can also learn from it to better themselves #not all people mean to be creepy #some may be creepy without realizing it and they'll need someone to tell them why

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere President AFO

Its high time for me to finally explain about President AFO and reader's relationship from the Yandere President Overhaul AU, which you can check out in my MASTERLIST here!

Y/n met him when she was still in college, burdened with student loans and just barely surviving on some canned food and some spare change. She tried to make ends meet by bartending at a club, and that's where she met AFO- he had such a presence that made everyone, even the drunks sober up and move out of his way, and yet he managed to stay in the shadows, nobody really knew who he was. It was only when your boss sent you over to the vip lounge to serve him drinks when you got a good look at him- a man in his early 40s, with white-bluish hair, a buff figure, an intimidating vibe radiating off him. But it was his eyes that really caught your attention- those big, white pupils that looked like they could see right through you, how they calculated you from top to bottom, and if you didn't know better, you'd think he had X-ray vision with how much he was staring at your figure.

You didn't think much, didn't stay long, just like your boss had told you to. By the end of your shift, you were on your way out when you began dividing your paycheque into rent and utilities you had to pay, and it looked like you were gonna have to skip on meals for the next couple of days to keep a roof over your head when a black car stopped next to you. The tinted window rolled down to reveal AFO, a lazy smile on his face and you already knew what he was about to ask you.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of your apartment door shutting, and you were a bit glad that AFO left before you were up. He was an intimidating man, and although he was amazing in bed, you still didn't wanna face him and make things awkward. You weren't sure what he did for a living, but you knew he was a powerful man, and while it was a bit embarrassing to bring someone of his status to your dingy apartment, you didn't wanna risk going to his place- an unfamiliar environment that would be harder to get out of if things were to go south.

You smacked yourself on the head. He wasn't safe enough to go to his place, but safe enough to sleep? Dumbass.

A couple of nights later, he again visited the club you worked at. And again, at the end of your shift, he brought up idea of a fun time.

This time though, you turned him down, saying you had to study for an exam coming up.

Then a week later, after your so called "exam" had already taken place, he came up to you again at the club and you once more turned him down, as politely as you could.

"Have I done something to offend you?"

You raise a brow. "What? No."

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe I just dont want to sleep with you anymore."

He smirked. "Now, now. We both know that's not true. I still remember you screaming-"

You slammed your hands on the counter top. "Hey! Keep it down!" Your face reddened when he chuckled. "Look, I had fun that night. I really did, but I just dont want to do that again- well, not anytime soon. Don't take it personally, but I just don't want to waste my time sleeping around- with anyone, especially with my hectic schedule." You said as you dried the glasses.

He thought for a while before nodding. "Hm. Well, how about I make it worth your while?"

"How?"

"How about-" AFO pulled out a chequebook from his pocket, wrote something on it and then slid it over to you. "-this for every night I spend with you?"

You looked at the paper. It was a blank cheque.

"You can't be serious."

He finished his drink. "I don't kid around much. Look, write whatever you want, I'm sure I can pay it. You don't even have to work here anymore. Here's my card. Call me when you think of a number."

You hated the goddamn piece of paper. There was no way- absolutely no way he was serious.

But what if he was? A voice called out. It would be nice to earn some good money, leave the job that paid you below the minimum wage.

You closed your eyes. But it would be... not morally acceptable to earn money this way. You were raised better than this, your family and friends would be ashamed if they knew you were even contemplating about this rather than outright turning it down.

But... rent is way over due and you need to buy books for the new semester.

You wrote a number on the cheque. You've already slept with him, what's one more night?

You called him. "Hey, its me."

AFO came to your apartment that night, and you gave him the cheque.

He looked at the number you wrote, then at you before ripping the cheque angrily.

"Do you really think that's the value of our time together?" You bit your lip nervously. Did you go overboard?

He pulled out his chequebook again, scribbling down something on it before ripping it out and handing it to you. "Honestly, were you trying to insult me?" He asked, watching as your jaw dropped open.

You shook your head, trying to hand it back to him. "No- AFO, I can't take it- Its too much-" He pushed your hand back. "I wasn't asking. This is my offer, not a penny less. Take it or leave it."

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to come up with an argument.

"I-"

He grabbed your shoulders before leaning in to kiss you. "Come on. Let me get my money's worth." And just as his lips locked with yours, you knew this was not going to be a one time arrangement.

Over the next 8 months, your life had completely turned around. You had moved into a better apartment, your student loans were almost paid, ate 5 star meals, wore branded clothes and had enough time to focus on your studies now that you didn't have to do shit paying jobs.

AFO or Shigaraki (as he had later told you) and you had a relationship that benefited you both. It was considered...a taboo in the society, him being a "sugar daddy" and well, you being a girl, were knows as "the prostitue", but one of the great things about this arrangement was how secretive it was. Shigaraki had made you sign an NDA, but it worked both ways- you didn't disclose about your link with him to anyone, and he didn't let anyone know who you were either. Well, only his bodyguards knew who you were (because they kept guard whenever you two were preoccupied).

And as time went on, the relationship went beyond just sleeping together. Shigaraki took you to banquets and galas a lot, and while you didn't know what he did for a living, you were content with the way things were. Sure, you had thought about things turning serious, but you don't think Shigaraki would want that, not with how secretive he was about his personal life.

You were pleasantly surprised when he brought up the idea himself.

"Do you want to date me?" He asked sipping the coffee you made him. You raised a brow as you placed the omelette on his plate. "Thank you, darling." You nodded, before sitting next to him. "So what do you say?" He asked as he ate.

"I don't know, I mean, where did this come from?" You asked.

He shrugged. "Why? Don't you think we'd be good together? We have a lot in common, you like spending time with me, I with you. I think it'd be a good idea, no?"

You hummed. "Yes, but are you sure? I mean, we're worlds apart. Don't you think that it would ruin things?" You paused before continuing. "Besides, I don't really know anything about you, and sometimes, I'm afraid to find out."

He smiled, before taking your hand in his. "Well, you don't have to be. Ask me anything."

"Oh, um well alright. So, what do you do for a living?"

"I am a business man."

"What's your business?"

He sipped his coffee. "Its one big corporation that own many small corporations. You don't know the name of it.- not many people do."

"Why not?"

"I like to work in the shadows to avoid conspiracies. In this time, businesses can go bankrupt because of rumours or even a bad image."

You nodded. "Oh so you're rich rich." He chuckled. "I guess I am."

"So, why do you need to go out with your sugar baby? One that's so much younger than you? Wouldn't that be bad for your image?"

"Hey, I'm not that old." "Your head is full of white hair." "That's a fashion statement, Y/n." You both laughed.

Shigaraki sighed before answering. "I like you. And while you are right about how we met is unconventional, I am willing to risk it for you." He leaned closer until your lips were a few centimetres apart from his. "And I don't take risks until I know for sure I am gonna win." He said before crashing his lips with yours, hands lifting you up and carrying you towards the bedroom.

I guess I'll give it a shot. You thought, brushing the hair out of his sleeping face. What could possibly go wrong?

Nothing went wrong. If anything, things were even better. Perhaps now with that feelings were involved, you fell for him even harder, found him more attractive. You actually could see a future with him.

You finished doing your doing your makeup and gave yourself a lookover in the mirror. The backless Valentino dress looked beautiful on you- all thanks to your boyfriend. Shigaraki more often than not selected the dresses you were gonna wear when you'd go out with him, even tonight when you were celebrating your 2 month anniversary (11 months if you counted the time before you were his girlfriend).

Hearing the bell, you rushed towards the door. Shigaraki had sent a chauffeur and he drove you towards the restaurant. There you saw him, talking to someone on the phone. As soon as he saw you, he grinned and put the phone down.

"Hey." You greeted him, kissing him before taking a seat across him. "You look beautiful." He complimented you. "As do you."

The food was delicious and by the time it was dessert, Shigaraki had become quiet, simply listening to you talk about your day.

"Are you okay?" You asked, waving a hand in front of him. "You've been staring at me for a while." He hummed, before kissing your palm. "I'm simply admiring you, trying to seal this moment forever in my mind. You never know when you might it'll be the last time you look at your love." You blushed a bit.

He pulled out a box, sliding it towards you. "Happy Anniversary, Y/n."

You opened the box and it was beautiful diamond necklace that was delicate. In the center, it had a sapphire teardrop pendant. "Oh, Shigaraki... this is- its too much." He got up from his seat and walked towards you, taking the necklace from your hands to put it around your neck. "Just say thank you." He said as he kissed your cheek. "I- thank you."

He put it on you before sitting back. "The shopkeeper said that the sapphire is thought to protect loved ones from harm." He smiled as he rested his face on his hand. "I just think he was convincing me to empty my wallet." You laughed. "But... nothing is more valuable to me than you. And if its a gem that's going to protect you, then I'll believe it."

"Mr Shigaraki, you have wooed me all over again. I guess you're still young at heart." You giggled before kissing him. "Thank you, truly." He chuckled. "Now, time for my present." You said before pulling out a small gift bag. "This is definitely not going to beat your gift, but I hope you like it."

He pulled the box out of it, and opened it to see a watch. It was obviously luxury branded, but it was also exactly his style.

"You didn't have to-" You cut him off with a kiss. "Just say thank you." You mimicked him, making him laugh at your horrible impression. "While the watch doesn't have any special powers, I did get it engraved." He looked at you suspiciously before flipping the watch over and saw the words engraved.

"I love you

Till the end of time"

Yep, you dropped the L-bomb first. And it is nerve-wracking to see him just sit there silently.

Ah fuck, did I ruin things? Was it too soon?

"I-" Suddenly, his lips were on you again and you were glad the restaurant was empty. His tongue pushed in and by now, you knew better than to fight for dominance. He always wins. Finally, he let you go, just as you were on the verge of blacking out.

You were still trying to catch your breath when he spoke. "I fucking love you too." He spoke with the utmost seriousness. "I love you, too. And I always will. Never forget that."

You were so relieved to hear him say that.

Suddenly his phone rang, and he pressed his lips into a thin line when he saw the caller ID. "I'll be back. You finish up and then we'll leave." He said before walking towards the men's restroom. You finished your wine and were waiting for him to come back when you were suddenly yanked off from your chair. Looking up, it was one of his bodyguards. He began dragging you towards the exit. "Let me go-!"

"We need to leave right now!" You were about to protest when you saw two other bodyguards get shot in front of you. Then suddenly, there was the sound of shots being fired coming from the restroom. "Shigaraki-!"

"He'll be fine, but we need to leave NOW!" The bodyguard said before dragging you towards the car and practically throwing you in.

He dropped you at your place and told you to collect your stuff. "We need to relocate you." Was all he said before talking to someone on the phone. You just packed a bag and got your essentials before coming outside, where you saw the man curse.

"What- what happened? Is Shigaraki alright?" Your heart sinking the longer the man remained silent.

"We need to leave, now. Do you have everything you need packed?" He ignored your question.

You broke down and your memory was a little blurry after that because all you remember was waking up in the car, that was outside a new apartment building.

All the guard said to you was "You need to lay low for a while. If anyone comes asking for AFO, just say that you don't know him. If they persist, tell him he had threatened you to sleep with him." He gave you some money. "Don't leave the house at night, don't use your credit cards or bank, and don't make new friends for a while. After a year, the heat will go down and you could leave the country if you want. Goodbye."

Things were pretty much downhill from there. You barely left your apartment, too depressed and heartbroken. Which lead to you putting off a semester, which lead to you being in debt again since you the bodyguard told you not to use your bank account and credit cards. After 4 months, you began earning money again by tutoring some SAT kids. The money was enough to keep you afloat for a while. When you had saved up, you changed apartments again, deeming this one unsafe since the bodyguard knew you lived there.

3 years later and you had done your bachelors. Now you were doing your masters, and you had now moved on from Shigaraki. And while you were still broke, things were going good for you now, both mentally and physically.

But thats when Kai Chisaki laid his eyes on you.

And then you know how the story went: Kai married you to gain popularity among people as the presidential candidate, became the President and assured you that this is just a business deal, no feelings involved and that by the end of his first term, you'll be able to divorce him and get your money.

Only that turned out to be a big fat lie when he suddenly started gaining feelings for you and became a yandere, added a new clause into the marriage contract that would make it unable for you to divorce him, then got you drunk and made you pregnant with the triplets.

And now your heart was beating out of your chest as Kai introduced you to different leaders of the world.

I'm pregnant, I'm suffering already. Why must he put me through this shitshow? You wondered as you smiled so fakely, your jaw was starting to hurt. But you had to play the role of being the loving wife and First Lady.

But goddamn you were getting tired. "Kai." He turned his attention towards you. "I'm going to the balcony to get some air- no, don't call the Secret Service over. I just- I need some time alone. The babies- they'll settle down then. Just five minutes, okay?" Kai looked unsure, but then nodded.

Asking his permission to leave the room? What's wrong with me?. You rolled your eyes.

You waddled over to the empty balcony, and rested your head against the pillar, closing your eyes and just breathing in the fresh air, glad to be away from the suffocating environment inside.

Resting a hand on your belly, you rubbed circles on it, trying to get the foetuses to stop jumping on your uterus and kicking your ribs. Suddenly, you felt someone come up behind you and hold your belly up a bit, relieving your back from the heavy weight.

You sighed in comfort, leaning back against his chest. "Thanks, Kai."

"You're welcome darling, although I prefer to be called Shigaraki." Your eyes snapped open when you heard that voice, and you pushed away, heart dropping when you saw him.

A man- his face was badly scarred and yet you recognised him.

"I- I-" Is this a dream? Are you hallucinating?

"You're not imagining this. Its really me, babe."

"I- how?" Tears dripped down your face. "I- you're dead."

He shook his head and smiled. "No, I just faked my death. There were some people after me and well, I had to leave you-"

"No. You're dead- you're dead. And I'm going crazy- and that's why you're here- and and-" You began hyperventilating and began feeling faint, and then lost consciousness.

You woke up a couple of hours later in your bed, an IV sticking through your arm. Sitting on the side of the bed, you saw Kai, looking worried and a little pissed.

"I- what happened?" You asked, trying to sit up but Kai pushed your shoulder down.

"Stay there. You fainted. The doctors said that you've been stressed and haven't been taking care of yourself. Have you been skipping meals?"

You shook your head. "No, I just didn't eat yesterday. Was feeling nauseous by everything."

Kai pursed his lips into a thin line before leaning towards you. "You should've come to me then. You can't be skipping meals, not when you're eating for four. From now on, you'll eat every meal with me. And no, this is not up for an argument." He ran a hand over his face. "You could've seriously hurt yourself. God, just be glad that President Shigaraki was there to catch you when you blacked out. I knew I should've sent the Secret Service with you-"

"Wait, Shigaraki?"

"Yeah, President Shigaraki. The man you were talking to on the balcony. He arrived late to the party, that's why I didn't get a chance to introduce you to him." Kai stood up and checked his phone. "I'll invite him over for lunch to thank him when you feel better again. You rest now, I'll have Miruko bring our dinner in here." Kai said before leaving the room.

4 days later and Kai had invited Shigaraki for lunch. You were getting dolled up by the stylist while Miruko told you about the man. Apparently, Shigaraki was from a rival country and used to be the head of the mafia. He threw over the previous president and took control of the country. Instead of things going south like everyone expected to, Shigaraki turned out to be a good leader, who turned his country around and improved its economy. "He is a benevolent leader, loved by his people who would happily lay their lives for him if he asks." Miruko read from the tablet. "The guy is actually a hero in his country, a diety even. He is worshipped by them, and not because of fear."

"Why is he here? What does he want from Kai?" You asked.

Miruko shrugged. "You know the President doesn't disclose off official matters to us. But... rumour has it, he wants to form an alliance with us."

Alliance?

You just don't feel good about that.

And Shigaraki could see that on your face while he sat across from you. Kai had left to fetch a box of cigars for him and you were glaring daggers at him.

"You okay, darling? Not feeling faint again are you?" He asked leaning back, smirking.

"Why are you here?"

"To form an alliance-"

"Bullshit."

"Alright." He sipped his wine. "Why do you think I am here?"

"I don't know, but I don't want you to be here." You stood up and began walking, but he suddenly caught your wrist.

"I know your marriage is a sham." Your eyes widened. "That's why I'm here. To save you-"You yanked your hand from his grip.

"Shut up! I'm in a perfectly happy marriage, and even if I wasn't, you'd be the last person I'd go to for help, you lying piece of shit!" You said, as tears welled up in your eyes.

He suddenly engulfed you in his arms. "I'm sorry." he said. Perhaps it was your hormones, but you sobbed in his chest as he held you. "Why didn't you call? Why did you leave?" Your voice broke.

"I had to, I really did. And it pained me every moment I was away from you." He then cupped your face in his hands. "But I'm here now. We can leave this place right now- you could leave that slick bastard right now."

You pushed away from him, looking at him as if he was crazy. "Are you- have you gone mad? I'm pregnant!"

He nodded. "With triplets, I know. And I'm happy to look after them."

You shook your head. "No, I- No. This cant happen. You will not sign any alliance with Kai and you will leave and and never contact us again."

Shigaraki shook his head and pulled out his handkerchief to dab your tears away. "No. I left you once, I will not abandon you again. I will save you from him." He said, before pecking your nose. "Now, hush darling. Your husband is coming back." He said before sitting back in his seat, motioning for you to do the same.

Kai walked in just as you sat down, and he knew something was wrong as soon as he saw your sad eyes. He rushed over to you. "Y/n, are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I-"You sniffled. "The babies. They're restless again. Can I- can I be excused?" Kai nodded. "Of course. I'll have Miruko escort you back to your room." He said before helping you towards the door where your secret service stood with Miruko.

A couple of hours later, Kai came back to your room, looking rather joyous.

"I signed an alliance with him." Oh no. "He's such a great man, hm? Said he wanted us to be friends. Until the end of time."

Until the end of time.

Fuck.

So... thoughts?

Also send your asks/scenarios for President AFO. I spent half day writing this, might as well waste the rest of it too

#yandere afo #yandere president afo #yandere president kai #yandere kai chisaki #yandere overhaul #yandere shigaraki #yandere mha #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #afo x reader #shigaraki x reader #yandere all for one #all for one

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(~900 words, no cw's)

I'm mildly convinced arcades are a kid's gateway to casinos. Strangely dim lighting, flashing neon lights, the weirdly tacky patterned carpet floors sticky with who knows what. Sensory overload. That's what it is. And the classic token-ticket system. Although I guess nowadays there's just point cards to swipe— which one could argue is a gateway to mindlessly swiping a credit card, unwittingly wracking up all the debt one can for a temporary taste of instant gratification.

It was someone's birthday party, some kid in our 4th grade class. What respectable adult ever thought that letting an entire class-worth's of kids run rampant in an arcade was a good idea? Regardless, we were all given some pre-portioned share of tokens inside tacky arcade-branded plastic cups clutched in our grubby hands.

"Hey, wanna see something cool?" she asked eagerly, teeth glinting as they bit into her lower lip in eager anticipation. I nodded and let her lead the way, figured there was no point in resisting because she would've just tried to yank my arm off anyway. She started off decidedly on a path she seemed to know well, snaking through a bunch of games that all looked exactly the same to me. She abruptly stopped in front of a coin-pusher machine, the kind that everyone slots a couple tokens into, fruitlessly trying to time the oscillating chute with the deceptively large amount of tokens teetering on the edge.

"This is the cool thing?" Didn't bother to hide my unbelief. No way that she was gonna get more than a couple tickets out of this, if that.

"Yep, try it out," gloating as she fished a token from her own cup, holding it out to me between her fingers.

"You're wasting one not just on this machine, but on me?"

"Just do it!" she half-whined, impatient. I took the token with narrowed eyes, still dubious about what the big deal was.

But I obliged, watching the coin chute swing back and forth a couple times before poorly timing the insertion of the token. It rolled a short distance and fell flat, quickly absorbed by the mound of existing tokens and contributing absolutely nothing. Her laugh rang out over my shoulder. Should've known she was playing me.

"You... really suck at this."

"Speak for yourself, could you have done any better?!"

"Well, not on the actual game, no. But watch this." She reached over to slap her hand over the token return button. Big whoop, trying to get the token back? I didn't even see how that would be possible, seeing that it laid unmoving in the pile just behind the glass. I nearly opened my mouth to protest at how she needed to quit making random stuff up just to show off, until tickets started streaming out of the machine. Tickets that, in theory, were only supposed to come out if coins fell over the edge.

"What the hell?" Okay, obviously that's not what I said. But I’d like to imagine my younger self possessed the ability to be so colorfully terse.

She returned my exclamation with an open-mouthed grin, gesturing to her handiwork folding in on itself in a stack on the nasty carpet.

“Now we can get whatever prize we want.” She spoke proudly, enunciating every word like she'd become queen of the world (arcade?)

“You know you can buy literally all of the stuff they have behind the counter, right?”

“With what money, yours??"

"No, no. But imagine all the money that our classmate's parents spent on the tokens, and think about how many tokens it would take to win the game— like, I dunno, 1000? You could go out and buy anything on those shelves for probably half the price."

"But we didn't buy these tokens," Byul pointed out gloatingly. What a ground-breaking revelation. I'm sure my eyes rolled back as far as they could possibly go at that. How I don't have a detached retina by now is beyond me.

"That's... not the—" I started before I gave up, realizing she'd tuned me out with her eyes trained intensely on the malfunctioning machine, having concluded its ticket-spitting spree. She leaned over and plucked it up off the floor, the stack of tickets tight in her fist. It fed into the ticket counter smoothly, at the very least.

“You gonna get your share? 'Cause if not I'm taking yours and getting one of those huge prizes."

"Won't people ask where all these tickets came from?"

"Not if you play it cool and say we just got lucky," she countered with an upturned corner of her mouth, waving her hand in some kind of smoothing motion that looked decidedly uncool and not at all suspicious.

Next thing I knew she took hold of my wrist unprompted and slapped my palm onto the token return button.

"We can pool our tickets together! We'll be rich!!" exclaiming reassurances while continually pinning my hand to the not-so-shiny silver button, ticket flow resuming from the malfunctioning machine. I don't even remember what we ended up getting at the prize counter now, she's the one who took it home with her after... whatever it was. And how she knew about the hack, I still have no clue. Nothing stopping me from asking, I guess? Seems a little late for it now, though.

Now that I'm really thinking back on it, maybe childhood was more fun than I initially remembered.

#so sorry for the delay #school's a binch + my mental health is umm questionable at best #hope y'all are taking care of yourselves!! #I promise you #mamamoo imagines #moonbyul imagines #moonbyul x reader #mamamoo moonbyul #mamamoo fluff #moonbyul fluff #kpop fic #kpop fluff #gg fluff #girl group imagines #moon byulyi

[aonogifreactions]

Flower crown headcanons nobody asked for

a/n: hoooooo boy i went crazy with tHIS ONE JSDFGLSO i need help,, hc under the cut cus ITS LONG JFDOS bYE || beta read by my bff again ♡♡

✰ Characters: Rin, Yukio, Mephisto, Amaimon.

✰ Words: 1,4k

Rin:

He’s so fucking excited to do this and a bit nervous cus he probably hasn’t done that before.

first of all, he’s bewildered by the place you have taken him to. He’s never seen a bigger field full of flowers. He even feels bad for placing a blanket on the ground, thinking he’s probably gonna ruin some of them.

The atmosphere, the scenery is just too much for him- it feels so magical, surreal almost. Light blue sky with white, fluffy clouds, a huge field of flowers and his s/o... he swears he’s hallucinating.

He gets kinda confused when he gets some flowers on his lap. At first, he fiddles with the ends of the flowers, tries to make a knot and eventually sighs.

you giggle at him and show him the proper way of making a flower crown; honestly, he just stares so dumbfoundedly at it? it’s so damn cute and easy to do? how???????

and somehow he messed up?????

he doesn’t expect you putting that flower crown on his head though; that tiny daisies look so good on him, he almost looks like a real angel. he lowers his head looking on the ground and smiles softly, taking your hand in his; then, he chuckles.

“I... I really don’t deserve you, [Y/N]” he says quietly and kisses you on your lips softly; you can feel him smiling as he kisses you.

“Okay, [Y/N]! It’s my turn! I wanna make you a bomb flower crown!” His energy is back and he looks at you, grinning; you now notice his tiny blush. Not wasting any more time, you guide him a little bit and eventually, he made you a pretty flower crown with navy colored flowers.

He puts it gently on your head, smiling, “You look like a princess now. Honestly.. you are one to me.”

Yukio:

he’s honestly, impressed. similar to Rin, but he doesn’t show it as much. You can see his excitement a little bit though, the way he just looks around with a tiny smile is.. really refreshing.

he finds a nice spot under a tall tree, where he also places a blanket and sits down with you. None of you say anything, meanwhile he just.. takes in that beautiful view that’s in front of his eyes. He’s finally free and happy, plus, you’ve been with him all that time- He just feels so happy he might cry.

You wake him up from his trance by gently tapping him on the shoulder; he blinks at you, smiles, and says softly, “well... we’ve come here for a reason. Let’s do this.”

He’d probably looked up how to make flower crowns before he left, but he hasn’t actually tried it out, so now he finally has a chance.

acts like he doesn’t know how to do it, so he asks if you could explain it to him. meanwhile, you’re busy talking, he makes his own flower crown for you, nodding every time you ask him if he understood what you said.

for a first try, his flower crown looks very good - sure, it has some faults here and there, but he tried his best. he used red and white flowers and overall, it’s pretty impressive.

you look at his lap where the flower crown sits and confusion slightly takes over your face, “h-how did you... how did you manage to do it so well for the first time?!”

he laughs faintly, watching you; his gaze falls onto the flower crown as well.

“I put all my love for you into it, I guess” he murmurs to himself, hoping you didn’t catch that. He then put his crown onto your head and observes you blushing madly.

There’s something heavy in his chest, but in a positive way. He looks at you with pure adoration and love in his eyes, and then realizes... that it’s the first time in his life, when he feels loved and genuinely loves someone else.

Mephisto:

he doesn’t know how you managed to actually convince him to come, but hey, he’s here already and he’s gonna enjoy his time with you.

he loves seeing you pick flowers the most, actually; the way you just look so peaceful and happy... makes him feel e m o t I o n s.

although he’s probably seen such beautiful places already, it’s definitely a memory worth remembering; it’s also a moment when he can forget about his “worries” for a bit.

he’s been a long time on this world, thus he probably made and remembers how to make a flower crown; he pretends he doesn’t know how to do one though - he waits until you start explaining, then he’s just watching your delicate hands working on a flower crown; plus, your soothing voice makes him relaxed.

he’s amused on how silly that activity is, yet another part of him really likes this experience.

once you’re done with your flower crown, you stand up and hold it gently in your hands. He watches you and squints his eyes a little bit, trying to figure out what’s on your mind.

“Samael... The king of time,” you say calmly, your eyes wandering to Mephisto’s now smirking face as you addressed him with his real name, “But what kind of king would you be if you didn't wear the crown?”

he decides to play along and gets on one knee, lowering his head to make it easier for you to place flowers on his head.

“That’s right, darling. I’d love to get one.” he answers with his eyes closed. just as he feels the weight of the flower crown on his head, he gets up and twirls you around; he stops when your back is pressed to his chest. his hands then sneak around your waist as he whispers into your ear, “Now I am surely a king... but the king needs his queen, doesn’t he?”

Amaimon:

straight up says he doesn’t wanna go and that he can grow you flowers himself if you really wanna make that flower crowns so badly.

after 2 painful hours of begging him, he eventually agreed, but on one condition - you will have to make him food in a big, picnic basket. you couldn’t trick him though, since he promised to watch you make the food.

he insists he knows better transportation to the place instead of driving or walking, which is jumping from a tree to tree like a maniac for 15 minutes straight. you hold the basket for the dear life and pray he doesn’t drop you (spoiler: he won’t).

when you two arrive at the place, Amaimon slowly places you on the ground, letting you regain your balance. he then drags you by your hand to a random spot on the field and sits down, rummaging through the basket while you pick some flowers.

when you come back, half of the food is already gone and he looks at you with his usual, monotone expression. after a few minutes of silence, surprisingly, he’s the one to break it, saying, “mmm. those flowers are pretty boring, if you ask me.”

you pout at him, murmuring to yourself that you like the simplicity anyway. he hums in response, placing the pads of his fingers against the ground. suddenly, roots sprout near his hand, creating a wall full of different kinds of flowers - mostly colorful roses and the ones that are rare and in different parts of the world.

he cuts off some of them using his sharp nails, removes thorns and uses vines to tie them up together. you’re honestly speechless, considering that Amaimon isn’t the one that looks like a flower crown master (but he’s the king of earth... isn’t he?).

once he’s done, he looks at you, and then at the flower crown; he hesitates a little bit, thinking if he should add something more. he shakes his head, and with his still bored expression, carefully places his hard work on your head.

you blush, feeling a little ashamed of your own, plain flower crown. Amaimon however, snatches it from your hand and places it on his own head, saying, “mm, you look nice with that thing on your head. it’s kinda cute. now, make one for Behemoth. He seems like he wants one.” Behemot appears out of nowhere from behind a tree and sits down patiently, waiting for his very own flower crown.

the twins + meph and amai’s icons aren’t made by me! credit to the author! :3 headcanons have been written by me,,, just in case xD

#Ao no Exorcist #ao no exorcist imagine #blue exorcist #blue exorcist imagines #blue exorcist imagine #rin okumura #Rin Okumura x reader #Yukio Okumura #yukio okumura x reader #mephisto pheles #amaimon #Headcanon #Pure

[thedefinitionofendgame]

hi!! for the dialogue prompts: #7 ("Dammit, I didn't want to fall for you.") and slexie please 🥺💕

prompt is from this list - (thank you @hurricanery for this combination, I couldn't write this one fast enough!)

It was eleven-thirty p-m on a Friday night. The city outside Mark’s apartment was bustling with activity. People laughed and shouted as they came and went from the bar just down the street and Mark almost wished he was with them. Friday nights were a great time to pick up women, because who didn’t want to go home with Mark Sloan? Saturday mornings were meant for sleeping in too, so it didn’t matter who stayed over.

The stars were out and the night was clear. Sirens still wailed towards Seattle Grace Mercy West, but Mark found them to be white noise. If someone had told him last year that he would choose to stay in on a Friday night instead of being out trying to pick up women, Mark would’ve laughed in their face. Yet here he was, nursing his first beer of the night and watching some news while he waited for the love of his life to get to his place.

By the time she showed up, Mark was almost tired. That never happened before although when he opened the door and there was Lexie Grey standing in all her brown hair, brown-eyed glory, he was suddenly much more awake. “Hi,” she said softly, staring up at him.

“Hey,” he replied. Then he bridged the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers.

Despite their usual antics, Mark pulled away after a minute or so, and allowed Lexie to step the rest of the way into his apartment. “So what have you got to eat around here? I’m starving. Also sorry I’m late, a relative of the neuro patient I’m working with Derek on cornered me just as I was leaving. They wanted to know every bit of the surgery and me being me, decided to bore them with all the details.” A bag of chips in one hand and an apple in the other, Lexie headed for the sofa.

“Sounds fun.” Mark raised an eyebrow as Lexie snatched his unfinished beer off the coffee table and took a sip. “You do know I have more where those came from, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m too lazy to get it myself.” Lexie slumped onto the couch. “Wanna watch a movie? I’m tired.”

Mark refrained from laughing. Lexie was a lot of things at once, he had learned over the last few months. He loved her for it though, and appreciated her intelligent mind and strong-willed personality. “Sure, we can watch a movie. Which one?”

Lexie grabbed the remote and moved over so Mark could join her. Flipping through the channels, she stopped immediately on a trashy rom-com that Mark normally wouldn’t be caught dead watching. “Let’s see this! I normally hate the mushy-gushy shows but this one is a favourite from my teen years.”

Groaning, Mark settled back onto the couch and shifted so that Lexie could half-lie his lap. The exceptions he made for Lexie Grey; well he knew he would never make them for anyone else. He tried not to barf as on screen, the woman who he assumed was the main character, flirted horrendously with a macho man. “This guy really thinks he looks good?” He said to Lexie.

“Shush, that’s one of her potential love interests. He’s really a big baby but he puts on an act.” She paused to look up at Mark. “Kind of like you.”

Mark’s mouth dropped open. “Take that back!” He growled playfully.

“No way.” Lexie crossed her arms and snuggled deeper into Mark’s lap. “I’ll stop talking now, you should pay attention to this movie.”

Less than an hour and a half later, Mark was hooked. He was now going to riot if the lady didn’t hurry up and choose the macho guy, the one Lexie had dubbed Mark 2.0. He sighed to himself and checked his watch. Here he was, a grown man in his early forties on a Friday night watching some stupid romance movie because his girl wanted to. He wasn’t out getting wasted or buying someone drinks at the bar. Mark Sloan had moved on and it was all thanks to Lexie Grey, who had gone quiet in his embrace.

He smoothed her hair down and shook his head. “Dammit, I didn’t want to fall for you,” he whispered, assuming Lexie had fallen asleep.

To his surprise, he got a tired mumble back. “Aren’t you glad you did though?”

Mark let out a laugh. God, he loved this woman. He would do anything for her and he never wanted her to feel pain or be hurt ever again. “I wouldn’t change it for the world. Even Derek punching me was worth it, for this moment.”

He felt Lexie’s face shift into a smile against his arm. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead and then lay back, not caring about anything else in the world except where he was, right now.

Written by @thedefinitionofendgame (aka me)

#dialogue prompts #slexie #mark x lexie #mark sloan #lexie grey #the definition of endgame

[spectracully]

crash the crush.

pairings : senior student!xiaojun x sophomore student!reader warnings : profanity, underage drinking, mentions of drugs genre : fluff, a bit of crack? highschool!au word count : 4.3k

summary : what are the odds of crashing into your crush during the neighborhood-friendly run and mutual friends party?

You were pissed off when your mum said you need to work your lazy ass off. Well, if it's on the summer break, you'll most likely agree with her. But it's only the weekend, and you've been studying your ass off these days. A lazy weekend is something you earned, but your mum decided to rain on your lazy parade.

With all those groans and deep sighs, you storm off your house wearing your workout gear. Not much, only a windbreaker jacket paired with shorts and running shoes. Popping your airpods on both of your ears to blast some jams, you take some light jogging steps on your neighborhood. It's only 4.30 pm, and kinda windy, why the fuck are you doing this? That's right, because mum literally compared you to your neighbor's daughter, Giselle, who recently won a karate tournament. Now mum won't even shut up how much she wants an active daughter, not the lazy one. Yikes.

Back to the streets by Saweetie & Jhene Aiko plays, and you hear a message notification on your airpods. Still on your light jogs, you glance at the notification.

yeri<3 : yo yeri<3 : wyd

You stop jogging for a while to write your bestfriend back. It's saturday, she's probably asking you to hangout along with the gang. Yeri gets easily bored at home and in constant need of hanging out.

y/n : running  💃 💃 💃 y/n : mum said i need to be giselle

You continue your pace while waiting for her reply. You can see your neighborhood clearly now, seeing the details, since you always go to school in a sleepy state, not really noticing the environment, and also going home from school mostly sleeping in your brother's car.

The notification rings again. It must be Yeri.

yeri<3 : bitch thats a dancing emoji yeri<3 : running in a weather like this? yeri<3 : damn straight u wanna be giselle

You chuckle as you’re about to type the messages once more, the weather is fine, what the hell is she talking about? But then Yeri is still typing. 

yeri<3 : n e ways yeri<3 : party at lucas' 8pm yeri<3 : be there or be fucking square 💀 💀 💀

You sigh. There she goes. No other option than tag along with her, but it's not like you hate it anyway. Lucas' party is always awesome, you and your friends also will get a VIP pass because he's a good friend of yours too, despite the fact that you're not even in the same grade as him, he's one year above you and Yeri.

y/n : weather is nice dont jinx it y/n : fine but pick me up y/n : cuz doyoung won't let me drive his car

You send the messages to Yeri to prove her the weather is fine, and indicates that you agree to go to Lucas' house tonight, it's a great night to probably get wasted after all those tiring run mum decided to toss on you. It's gonna be fun, anyways. But the thing about hanging out with Lucas and his senior friends.. You might've developed a big fat crush with one of Lucas' closest friends, Xiaojun. 

You barely had an interaction with him, though, because he's usually the quiet and calm one in Lucas' closest friends group. Lucas himself is already so fucking loud, not to mention Hendery, the good-looking clown and moodmaker. There's also Jungwoo, the one who looks very calm but actually won't shut up once you talk to him. Mark too, the giggly one with some lame jokes. Well, going to Lucas' party tonight means you can see Xiaojun, probably getting the chances that you'll have some interaction over some boozes or something is also quite high.

After feeling all warmed up, you decide to give yourself a run around the block. Yeri's right, it's a funny weather to run. It's windy, but the more you stay outside, the cloud is getting darker and darker. You also knew that you're not really alone, who's doing this athletic bullshit in this kind of weather, you noticed that a boy is also doing this silly run when you were typing messages to Yeri. Probably just another neighbor's child being scolded by his mum of how Giselle is so athletic that his mum also wants an active son? Welp, you didn't see his face anyway, you were glued to the phone when you saw the figure running from the side.

It's not even a minute after you started running, Yeri already replied again. Is she really that bored that she doesn't have anything to do?

yeri<3 : ok i'll pick u up at 7 yeri<3 : um.. its fucking raining, y/n yeri<3 : go home and take a shower yeri<3 : pick ur clothes and put on some makeup instead yeri<3 : its saturday night, activate your hoe protocol yeri<3 : mr xiaojun is going to be there tonight

You stop running and stare at her messages. Raining? Is she drunk or what? It's not even 5pm yet and here she is, hallucinating-

Oop. There it goes. You feel some water drops on your head. Your hand. It was slow at first, but then the raindrops are getting harder and harder, it's pouring. 

"Motherfu-" you let out a curse, you should've trusted Yeri on this. As an intuitive homo sapiens with XX chromosomes, you scan through the streets, looking for some shelter to wait the rain to stop. Spotting a bus stop with a large steel canopy, you run like your life depended on it, avoiding the rain.

Finally arriving, you sigh and sit on the installed chair, typing messages to Yeri.

y/n : omg bitch ur right its raining y/n : should've pretended im dead in my room so mum wont bug me y/n : u know what after the rain ends im gonna sprint back home and take a fucking shower y/n : the universe doesnt like it when im trying to be giselle, it gave me rain instead

You sigh as you shuffle through your playlist, looking for some fun jams to pass your time through the rain, when somebody suddenly approaches you.

"Hi, do you mind if I take a seat here?" a boy asks, pointing to the chair next to you. You look up, and suddenly the next thing you wanna do is ascend your soul the fuck out of your body to the sky. 

Oh boy. It's Xiaojun. The boy you won't shut up about. He’s wearing a white loose tank and grey sweatpants, drenched in his own sweat. Oh god. This is truly an attack for you. What the fuck is he doing here? And why must you meet him at your mess like being all salty because of those running fiasco and the rain? While wearing your not-so-fashionable workout gear and not-so-tidy ponytails? Oh god.

You can feel your heart is about to explode when you realize that he is actually the person who is also doing the stupid running at this very weather, you just didn't notice it sooner because you were on your damn phone. Damn, mum was right, everything happened because you were always on your damn phone.

"No, of course! Take a seat!" you answer him, trying your best to crack your sweetest smile although it's more like sweatiest not sweetest.

He smiles back at you, taking a seat next to you, then his eyes get back to his phone, completely glued. Damn this is the only cardio that is worth it, no running, no jumping, no huff that huff this, only sitting next to Xiaojun on a rainy day on a bus stop. Wonderful.

You quickly whip up the messaging app to type all kinds of gibberish and send it to Yeri. She knows what shit is about to go down when you speak gibberish to her.

y/n : FUCKJSHSJJSKSJK YERI y/n : OH MY FUCKING GOD SJSGSJSHSKJSK

Lucky you, Yeri has nothing to do than respond to your messages, she stays put on the chat room.

yeri<3 : OMG BITCH WHAT yeri<3 : SKSHSJJSKS YOU SCARED ME

y/n : HE's FUCKING HERE AHSJSHSJEK

yeri<3 : OMG WHOS HE?? yeri<3 : THE DEVIL??? IS HE GONNA TAKE UR SOUL? SKEJSJKSKSK

y/n : XIAOJUN y/n : TURNS OUT HE ALSO LIVES IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD

yeri<3 : ASKJSJSKSK WHAT yeri<3 : HOW

y/n : KAHSKSJKS omg bitch y/n : i was sheltering myself from the goddamn rain y/n : im in bus stop rn y/n : this angel came to accompany me y/n : HE WAS RUNNING TOO OMG y/n : omg yeri just so u know if im not there when u pick me up y/n : its bc im in church getting married with my man xiaojun

yeri<3 : BITCH OMG SKSKSKSKK yeri<3 : GET MARRIED RN yeri<3 : WAIT dont waste the chance yeri<3 : talk to him rn!!!

You swear you're about to scream when Yeri sends that. She was actually right, this is your chance to talk to him, considering that you didn't really interact that much with him. But really? He didn't even say a word when he sat, probably didn't even remember your name? The disappointment slowly gets into your head.

You freeze on the spot. torn between wanting to talk to him and just let it slide, you'll see him again tonight as Lucas' house, right?

Just when you decide to give up and not say a word, he turns his head to you.

"Hey, I didn't know you live in this neighborhood too," he starts.

Oh god. If every time your heart beats fast you get a dollar, you'd probably have your own private island by now.

You try to play it cool when actually on the inside you wanna scream I LIKE YOU to his face rn. "Oh? Oh yes, my house is number 13." you answer calmly,

He cracks a smile, “13? You’re Doyoung’s little sister?”

Oh god. What the fuck is this clownery? He knows Doyoung? Why and how? At this rate you just wanna evaporate to the rain, what if Doyoung actually knows that you liked Xiaojun and he spills it? Oh god. 

You smile back at him, holding the panic you’ve been keeping since he mentioned Doyoung’s name. “Yep. I’m his sister.”

“Oh god, why didn’t I notice that earlier? I could’ve taken care of you at school!” he exclaims, and you sure you just wanna evaporate to the rain. Him? Taking care of you at school? YES PLEASE!

You let out a small giggle, trying to be as calm as possible when in reality you’re very sure you just wanna melt like a goddamn popsicle on a hot summer day. “So, how do you know my brother, actually?”

He laughs a bit, wiping away the sweat on his forehead. Oh god, he’s just so beautiful. “Well.. Doyoung and I used to be a dynamic duo in the school's choir, until he graduated.”

Oh, that. Doyoung is pretty serious about his career in the school’s choir, but you did not expect that Xiaojun is actually a part of it. Of course, he has the face of an angel, the voice is included.

“Now I know why Doyoung never let me come to his house. Turns out he has a cute- I mean, h-he has a sister, and that’s you! M-Maybe he’s afraid I’ll bother you or s-something.” he continues, stuttering a bit, and letting out an awkward laugh. You laugh again, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks that you can’t hide no more. DID HE JUST SAY DOYOUNG HAS A CUTE SISTER? DID HE JUST SAY YOU’RE CUTE? DID HE-

But then, good things always come to an end. The goddamn rain stops. Oh fuck, no more chitter chatter with the dear crush. Just when it is the fucking time you need to hear the goddamn wedding bells, the rain decided to stop on your rain parade. Fuck.

He looks up, and seems like noticing the rain has stopped. “Well, Y/n. Lucas is having a party tonight, are you coming?”

You can feel your cheeks are still heating from his words, you shyly nod to him. Welp, maybe the rain has stopped, but this stupid crush? No. It goes on. Very much.

He stands up, straightening his white loose tank, getting ready to probably sprint back home. “Okay. See you tonight then, I’m going home. Have a good run!” he says as he walks away from the bus stop, leaving you dumbfounded. And lovestruck. That’s a win, alright.

Xiaojun slowly fades away from your view, and you’re still drowning on your pool of love. Yep, that’s it. You can’t even hold it, you quickly dial Yeri’s number to break out the news.

“What is it, Y/n? You literally left me on read for like 14 minutes straight and now you-”

“YERI LISTEN I’M GETTING MARRIED TONIGHT AND THAT’S A FUCKING FACT!” you shout to the phone, you can picture Yeri is probably goggling out her eyes right now.

“Girl, just because Xiaojun just asked you why the fuck were you running at times like this it doesn’t mean-”

“HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you blurted out,cutting her sentences for the second time,

“-you’re getting married- WHAT?? HE CALLED YOU WHAT?” Yeri yelled from the phone, now it’s pretty clear that Yeri is probably jumping her ass off right now.

You sprint your way to home, while holding your phone to your ears, continuing to give Yeri the details about the bus stop conversation you had earlier. Now she’s just yelling at you to pick the right dress and pamper yourself up, the probability you’ll marry Xiaojun at Lucas’ party is increasing. Sure it does.

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It’s 11.28 PM, 3 hours and a half since you and Yeri just arrived at Lucas’ house, escaping from Doyoung’s warning to you, to get back in one piece, and most importantly, sober. As if you’re gonna leave Lucas’ house sober, that’s funny, alright. You and Yeri were greeted by Yangyang and Donghyuck, who are currently setting up the table for snacks and drinks. That was probably the first time you saw Donghyuck ever setting up something, because if not, Jungwoo would’ve set his ass on fire.

The party madness has started, seems like everybody already has enough alcohol running on their system. Lucas is already losing his shirt and starts twerking in the middle of his house along with Jaemin and Jungwoo. Ah yes, the thot trio already started their thing, and all you have to do is just stay back and avoid getting dragged to the dance mess, because the chance of Jungwoo and Jaemin will start grinding at you is kinda high right now.. Considering their.. Twerking fiasco.

You sit back on the couch and watch your friends getting crazy over the playlist Yangyang made just for this event, sipping on your cocktails that Donghyuck put god-knows-what in it, he said it’s just cherry juice mixed with gin and brandy, but somehow it tastes kinda citrusy. You glance to the right, only to see Yeri making out with some random guy (probably one of Lucas’ friends named Changbin but oh well, that’s Yeri’s business).

Slightly grossed out and sad because apparently you’re not making out with Xiaojun right now, you make your way to the patio, and find the crowd that circle around a spinning bottle. Interested, you join Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Yeji, Hyunjin, Sungchan, Karina, Vernon, Hendery, and of course, the (hottest) most important person right now, Xiaojun.

“Welcome! As a newly joined member.. Truth or dare?” Jeno greets you as you take a seat between Mark and Sungchan. Well, you’d love to sit beside Xiaojun, but apparently, that seat is already taken by Hendery and Vernon.

You silently glance at Xiaojun, who is wearing a denim jacket with light-yellow knit top underneath, paired with white trousers. Damn, he looks so damn good that you wanna cry a river.

Your head comes back to the question Jeno asked. Today’s your day, be bold or bald. It’s time. “Well, I’m not gonna put my drunk antics to waste. Dare then.” you answer boldly, earning a few ‘ooooh’s from your friends.

Jeno snickers. Well, fuck. Guess you’re a bit too damn bold tonight, the realization suddenly hits you like a fucking trainwreck, Jeno is kinda extreme for games like this. Wrong choice, y/n. You gulp as you wait for Jeno to come up with something.

“I dare you to kiss Xiaojun!” Jeno exclaims, clapping both of his hands like a goddamn happy seal. Mark and Hendery are high-fiving right now, throwing whistles around Xiaojun, who is silent as a fucking rock.

Oh god. Things you’ve said about not putting your drunk antics to waste should’ve stayed in that goddamn draft. This is where Jeno takes you, even though you’re secretly happy that you finally get to kiss your goddamn crush, that shit is EMBARRASSING. If you wanna evaporate to the waters, then it’s probably the right time to do it.

But why Xiaojun though? Is your big fat crush on him too obvious?

You freeze on the spot as you awkwardly smile and stare at Jeno. This shit can’t be real. Jeno is goddamn crazy. You can feel the air is getting hot, whether it’s because the alcohol starts kicking in, or just because the blood is rushing through your head.

“Scared, aren’t you?” Jeno taunts you, sipping his beer as the rest of the group laugh except you and Xiaojun, who is currently staring at you with a questionable expression. Is he pleased? Or is he pissed? Oh god.

“I-I’m not!” you answer him, leaning to Xiaojun, gulping once more before asking him, “You’re okay with this though?”

Xiaojun smirks, “How can I say no to you?” he asks back, accompanied by a few ‘ayyy~’ from the boys, sending butterflies to your stomach. Your face is probably as red as a tomato by now.

Good god. Is this the same Xiaojun who is quiet, calm, and collected among his friends? Why suddenly he is so bold? Oh, he’s probably just drunk and won’t remember this kiss anyway.. You lean closer to him, closing the gap between his face and yours by sealing the kiss. His lips are soft yet firm, almost like a grape jelly you had earlier this afternoon, with a hint of vodka, of course.

After a few seconds, you finally pull out and linger your eyes on him. It’s beautiful, and mesmerizing. You just wish that you can see it again, and only for you, no one else. As you get back to your seat, you take one more last glance at him, that is currently also glancing at you, with his cheeks red.

Okay. You definitely heard the wedding bells, thanks Jeno. That’s probably one of your dreams, and thanks to Jeno, it came true. But unfortunately, Xiaojun probably won’t feel the same, or worse, he’ll probably forget about it tomorrow.

Everyone claps, exchanging happy exclaims and cheers as if you just said ‘I do’ to Xiaojun lol, when in reality, you were just doing the dare Jeno gave you. You gulp bitterly as the game goes on and on.

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It’s an hour past midnight, 1.12 AM to be exact. Thank god you’re not that shitfaced, but Yeri is. She is not even capable of doing anything anymore except being all smiley and shit, Changbin already drove her home like fifteen minutes ago, leaving you behind in Lucas’ lair. You suddenly felt the urge to thank god that Yeri made a fantastic decision last minute before picking you up, she used a taxi instead of driving. If she hadn’t, you’re probably stuck driving her home right now.

You scan through the house while leaning through the stair railings, looking for an easy target to get a free ride. Finally spotted your friends, you now have 3 choices : Donghyuck (who is currently seducing some random girl), Yangyang (who is now playing mobile games with Jaemin and Chenle), or Mark (who recently just hit a goddamn blunt, but he’s very capable to drive).

You sip your glass of water, making up your mind for your ride home. But then, suddenly someone taps on your shoulder.

“Do you wanna go home? Like, right now? I can drive you- I mean, our house is like, near.” you hear Xiaojun speaking to you, holding his car keys on his left hand.

Good gracious, is this even real? Like, Xiaojun, is actually asking you to go home with him? Is this real? Or are you just hallucinating from the goddamn weed you take 10 minutes ago from Lucas?

You stare at him blankly. He bit his lip, “I mean- If you wanna stay longer- or probably-”

“Yes, of course! Let’s go.” you smile at him, cutting off his words.

3 times in a day. Good job, Y/n! The wedding is up ahead!

He smiles and gives you a gesture, “Ladies first.”

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The drive is not as awkward as you thought. Turns out, Xiaojun is full of surprise though, you nearly choked when he said he once formally apologized to Doyoung before he stood up to defend the dignity of Mint Chocolate Chip flavored ice cream. It’s delightful to find out that he has similar tastes as you, from ice cream flavor to music and school subjects.

Xiaojun also told you the reason why he was on the run earlier, he was bored. Damn, look at it, the difference between a forced daughter whose mum wants an active child, and a bored model-student. He said he didn’t expect to see you because he was embarrassed, he was drenched in sweat.

You can feel the butterflies on your stomach grow wilder and wilder from every word he said, or maybe it’s just the way he smiles when he talks to you? Welp, if it’s anything to do with Xiaojun, you’ll most likely get butterflies.

Just when you thought he was drunk, he is not. He’s capable of driving you home and carrying on some fun convos, also remembering little things. So.. perhaps, he is not going to forget the kiss you shared because of Jeno’s dare?

As you keep on exchanging conversation with him, suddenly it’s time to get off his car and get back to your house, get ready to deal with Doyoung’s nags and scolds for getting home this late.

You giggle as you take the seat belt off, smiling at the brown haired boy.

“Thank you for driving me home, Xiaojun. It was fun.” you say to him, waving him goodbye as you open the door. He smiles and waves back at you.

Just when you’re about to open the gate of your house, you hear the sound of slamming car doors. You turn around and see Xiaojun standing in front of you, eyes sparkling like a goddamn star. Unfortunately, it’s not Christmas.. If it is, all you want for Christmas is to stare at Xiaojun’s beautiful eyes all day, and probably get married to him.

“Um.. Y/n.. I don’t know how to say this but.. The kiss you gave me earlier, it’s kinda..” he starts, smiling sheepishly.

Oh god, what now? It’s kinda what? Gross? You swear you’ll kill Jeno if you hear that from Xiaojun.

You gaze at him as you wait for him to complete his sentences.

“It’s kinda.. Making me feel.. Things.” he finally continues, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you, flustered. It’s pretty cute.

You giggle at him a little, the butterflies come back, or maybe they never even left?

“Don’t laugh, Y/n. I’m being honest, I was pretty embarrassed to run into you during sheltering, and now you’re laughing at me for-”

You let out a big laugh before you pull him to another kiss. This one is a bit longer, more passionate and intimate, unlike the one you had before. He cups your cheek as you feel him smiling during the kiss.

“I’m sorry if I invaded your privacy- but your fast typing was very.. Intriguing.. I might’ve seen you texting Yeri at the bus stop.” he giggles after you pull out from the kiss.

Yikes. You feel like you’re about to burst now. He saw you texting Yeri? What kind of clownery is this? Did he see you typing- oh god, that’s too embarrassing to remember.

“No! That’s too embarrassing!” you cover your face, he laughs once more.

“Now, which church are we going to? I’m pretty sure you said we’re getting married tonight, right?” he takes your hands off your face, grinning widely.

You pout and lightly hit him, only to be attacked by his hugs a second later. Aww, finally, dreams do come true. You stay on his embrace for a few more minutes, no talking, just comfortable silence and realization that you’re on Xiaojun’s arms right now.

You glance at your watch, Doyoung would be furious by now. Telling him that you really have to go before Doyoung can rise from his sleep and beat your ass, you finally wave goodbye to him as he gets back to his car.

Finally entering the house, you’re greeted by Doyoung who’s standing in front of you, holding a bowl of salad on his right hand.

“So, kissing Xiaojun in front of my salad?” he raises his eyebrow.

You stick out your tongue as you make your way upstairs. Technically, not in front of Doyoung’s salad, because the door was closed. He’s probably looking through the window, such a nosy brother. You laugh at the thought of Doyoung getting furious while eating his salad as you get a message.

Xiaojun : so, see you at school? Xiaojun : can’t wait to hold your hand on monday ;)

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[rowletthefalseking]

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Hunter supposed this wasn't the worst mission of his life.

As the Golden Guard and Belos's right hand man, he'd seen alot worse happen to lots of people, including himself. But THIS.... this would take some getting used to. If you told Hunter two days ago that he'd be hanging out with a bunch of ghosts who were petrified for mixing magic he would've laughed at you or told you to piss off and quit lying to him. But no, that was very much what was happening now. He hadn't recognized most of them, although he was positive that he recognized the youngest of the ghosts. Luz, the human girl, the apprentice of the Owl Lady, the enemy that had teamed up with him to take down Kikimora in a very bizarre accident. He liked to think he left that day on good terms with her. But now she was dead, and there was nothing he could do to change that. It just all felt so unfair to him, she was just a child! Luz was even younger than he was, he knew about her facing off against the emporer of course, that was what started his mission to watch the owl house after all, but even after that he hadn't thought she deserved to be petrified! It was only the most painful and cruel punishment for the worst criminals on the isles. So yeah, he decided, Luz hadn't deserved this fate.

Hunter had finished up this mission rather timely, and turned to go back towards the castle, gripping his artifical staff in hand tightly. He heard some quiet chattering of the ghosts behind him and decided it wasn't worth paying attention to. He had others thoughts on his mind, and many, many questions to ask Luz once he got back to his room in the castle. That is if Emporer Belos didn't have any other missions for him yet. He hoped not, he just wanted to relax the best he could and see Rascal, then ask Luz the questions. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan to him. He stopped though near Bonesborough after a while to take a quick breather. He watched the ghosts a bit curiously. The older three, who he still hadn't known the names of, were all looking in different directions, Luz however, was watching two younger witches who were talking to each other, which a mixed expression on her face. Hunter looked at the witches curiously. They were wearing hexside uniforms, the older witch, a girl, looked to be in the plant track while the younger witch, a boy, looked to be in illusions. He blinked and turned back to Luz, "Did you know them?" He asked, surprisingly softly, which surprised him as much as it did Luz. She didn't move her gaze for a few seconds before nodding. "Willow and Gus... two of my best friends.." She responded solemnly. Hunter felt a pang of pity for the ghost. No one besides the Emporer's Coven even knew she was dead. That's what he knew. He looked at her for a few more seconds before adding quietly, "I'm sorry..."

Luz blinked and looked back at him, she was still obviously upset but a weak smile painted her face. "Thanks... I just wish they could've known that I'm...." Luz looked at her ghostly hands and sighed. Hunter couldn't help but feel sympathy for her. He stood up and looked back to the ghosts. "Hey guys, wanna see how you teleport with this staff?" He grinned behind his mask. Maybe this would help lighten the mood a little bit. The older three looked up excitedly and the younger ghost would nod. Hunter chuckled and held his staff up in hand. "Alright, get ready because if you aren't used to this it could make you feel sick." He started as they began to glow red and teleport away, right back to the hallways of the Emporer's castle. The laughter of the four ghosts began to fill the halls, at least for whoever who could hear or see them. Hunter was sure somewhere his uncle was groaning with annoyance, right, his uncle, Hunter turned away from the ghosts and began to head to the throne room. Unaware that they had began to follow him silently.

"Hunter." Belos's cold voice filled the room as the 16 year old kneeled down before him, removing his mask as he did. "You were late, again. We don't have time to stall and you know that" the Emporer responded angrily. Hunter flinched at his tone of voice. "I'm sorry Uncle- I'm just still adjusting to doing missions while being followed by ghosts now-" He was cut off as Belos glared at him. "Well I suppose that is acceptable. Just don't let these ghosts hold you back. We can't afford to waste time." The Emporer responded dryly. Turning back to face the boy. "You are dismissed." Hunter quickly nodded and hurriedly left the room, going back to his own room. Belos rubbed his face and turned to leave as well, he had many things to do, and a portal to work on.

Luz blinked as the Emporer left, her ghostly form drifted around the throne room. It was vaguely familiar from when she watched him consume a palismen during the hexside field trip but she had never gotten a look this close up before. She turned and watched Barcus sniffing at the throne, the older witch ran his paw down an arm rest and lowered himself onto the seat. Luz blinked as he turned to face her, barking in response, one eyebrow raised and another held right above his eye, Luz snorted and held back laughter. It wasn't just like Belos could stop them from doing whatever it was they could do now. They were already dead! Barcus seemed to be taking advantage of that. Luz took a mental note of that. She turned around to see Belos back and stared at them with an annoyed look in his eyes but she figured he probably knew what they did as well.

Luz turned and floated out of the throne room. Right, Hunter had questions for her. She should probably get back to answering those now. She stopped before the door to his room once more and phased through. Luz looked down at Hunter, who was distracted with something, she smirked and floated down silently next to him, trying to catch sight of what he was looking at. "Whatcha doin?" She whispered into his ear which caused him to yelp and clasp his hands together. Once he noted it was only Luz he let out an annoyed grumble. "Don't scare me like that, I thought you were Kikimora." Luz barked out a small laugh before composing herself. "Oh? So Mr. Golden Guard has things he's doing that he needs to hide from Kikimora?" She teased, he stared at her for a second and sighed. "Just... promise you won't tell anyone?" Luz raised an eyebrow but gave a silent nod, when Hunter opened his hands and Luz could see the red cardinal palisman with the scarred eye from palisman choosing day standing there, but also staring directly at her.

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Aaaaand were saving the next reaction for part 3.

Because I'm tired and need to get some sleep before my insomnia keeps me up for the rest of the night. Hope yall enjoyed this one, alot more lighthearted than part 1 but still just as enjoyable I hope. Cya next time

[iamtheempress]

A Vegeta x OC Fan Fiction (part 6)¤ ¤ ¤

The walk back took almost the entire night, and she gladly gave Vegeta what he asked for. Silence. Cold complete silence. She is still in this vice grip as well as Vegeta’s grip… The thrill and fun of being in the Great Ape Princes grip had long passed before he even held her. SHe was pissed. Like a pouty child who didn’t get their way. Rightfully so.. 

The sun crested the horizon and just started to dip away from view just like the moons despite the consistent  fact of her being held like this, the scene was really pretty. Evenings that were reminiscent of beautiful purple, blues and pinks, splashed with bright bands of stars and asteroids that would hurtle over head from the closest belt.. Absolutely gorgeous. If only she could voice it without being chastised like a child.

Finally the base was within view. “I ought to thank you for being so considerate and quiet for me.. For once you actually listen.” His voice remained flat in his booming voice. He unwrapped her from the icy cold grip of the To-Rotian Zombie, like a banana. Where she dusted her arms off and jumped from his palm without a word or a thanks. Calamatta coldly entered the code to get into the ship and disappeared before Vegeta could even begin to shrink.

Vegeta watched this unfold, only becoming more and more annoyed, utter disrespect and cold. “Ungrateful little..” He muttered returning to size and walking right into the ship, his fist clenched tight and jaw stiff. This girl was in for it. “Hey! Woman!! Is this the thanks i get for saving your life so graciously.” Calamatta walked to the holomap and opened it up again to see the newly updated map, a map that was constantly updated by the mother ship, the barren city was now wiped from the map. Vegeta seethed and stood point blank behind her. "I am speaking to you, Calamatta. look at me, thats an order." Vegeta tapped his fingers on his bicep, impatient. he flipped his bangs abit out of his face and stared through the back of her head.

Calamatta took a breath and turned. "You wanted a thank you.. for what… yelling at me when i was following orders? Or for me getting caught by that much bigger fucking monstrocity." She furrowed her brows, the annoyance from her voice was palpable and her one cute c shaped tail hung low close to the ground.

 "If you paid attention a bit you wouldn't have gotten caught." Vegeta was cold and direct, as a more experienced Saiyan he had every right to be more arrogant but this is her second mission out. "Well so-rry Vegeta this is still my 2nd goddamn mission, didnt think youd make this such a big freakin 'deal." She went to turn around and was promptly grabbed by the wrist and jerked back around to meet the prince's sharp black eyes and finger pointing at her face.

 She twitched. "It's a 'big-freakin-deal' when im pulling the weight between the both of us. Each time we've seen those things you're grabbed making you the weakest link of the both of us" Calamatta's teeth grit and a vein formed in her forehead. She got closer to him making it apparent who the taller saiyan was. "Get your damn finger out of my face and stop talking down to me, i'm getting fed up with it"

 Vegeta felt a twinge in his gut. He didn't know if it was guilt or blatant aggravation for this whole situation. If he weren't in his Great Ape form he would have been as good as dead as well as her and that much was obvious. "Next time you do anything foolish, don't expect me to save your ass. Are we clear?" 

She closed her eyes and gulped.. there's that heartache again. Her tail thumped to the floor and her eyes went back to the map. "Yes, Vegeta…" she responded obediently. Vegeta turned and made his way to the bathroom to wash up and breathe before he snapped. First disrobing his gloves. "Frieza was right…" her voice cracked, eyes glued shut as she turned from him. Vegeta heard it loud and clear. It made him stop in his tracks. What is he right about? Does she know something he doesn't? He turns halfway. 

"Calamatta." She darts her eyes up from her unwrapping her hands from her tight hand wraps and offers a hum as a response, looking over her shoulder. "Make dinner for us when i get back out." She huffed a sigh as he closed and locked the shower door, sighing heavily. 

Calamatta did as she was told. She made dinner fit for two saiyans. Frozen meat that was still delicious and bloody, noodles, potatoes, an enormous crustacean creature with enough meat to share some alcohol and water. They turned off the holomap and she lain out the food on the table waiting for him. She disrobed the armor and let it clunk to the ground. Taking sips of some of the previous crew unopened stash. 

Vegeta showered himself off of the blood and sweat from the carnage he set forth, his face looking up at the shower head. His brain was although elsewhere: Calamatta and how he can utilize her.. He is here for her after all. Though their lifelong friendship was amicable its recently become aggressive… he excused that for simply her being under-utilized as a Saiyan. That doesnt excuse her natural strength though; her under-utilized strength was still absolutely on par with his own. How can he see himself how strong she is without wasting another moment of time terraforming. It hit him as he grinned and stopped the shower. 

He can fight her.

Vegeta exited the bathroom in his clothing but no armor his freshly washed hair hung in his face and he had a smug little shit earing grin on his face. “Whats with the smile? Its freaking me out.” He seated himself opposite the Saiyan and pulled some to his side to eat and started chowing down. “Eat. Then afterwards were going to fight” “What? Why? Isnt that a waste of time?” She asked scarfing down food voraciously. As if shes never eaten a day in her life. “Not entirely. You want to prove your worth to me then you will fight me and win. That is if you can even lay a hand on me.” She rolls her eyes and flicks her tail back and forth. Vegeta did something he rarely did. He let his tail relax. 

It curled into an s shape behind him and the tip remained stagnant. “Fine, dont bitch when i beat you though, wouldnt want to see the prince cry.” Her infectious bravado came out once again, her eyes narrowing at the prince before her. Vegeta growled and tore meat from bone. “Ill make you eat those words, Cala…” “Im going to comb those stupid bangs out of your face, im tired of talking to a curtain of hair.” Vegeta pounded his chest, swallowing potatoes quickly. “Your not going anywhere near my face with anything.” She chuckles and clears plates off with ease, guzzling down water and sharing alcohol with the prince who put the liqour away with ease.

Vegeta stood and gestured with his head. “Cmon, one round of me putting you in your place then off to sleep..” She springs to her feet and slips on her white boots. “I cannot wait for your to eat your damn words.” She chuckles and presses the button on the wall, he stops her, noticing shes not putting her armor on. “No armor?” “Nope! I wanna kick your ass and make you look at mine…” Vegeta scoffed and watched the saiyan leave the safety of the base with her arms crossed and tail flicking behind her as she took to the sky, only illuminated by the light of the waning gibbous. “If i win, Im combing your stupid hair back.” She promises cracking her knuckles mid air. Eyes narrowed and ready to brawl. “Pff… If i win you do as i say no questions asked, if so im going to give a negative report to frieza.” She gasps meeting eyes with the saiyan prince and a twinge of fear in her eyes. “What! You wouldnt dare!" Vegeta sneered and grinned menacingly, with a competitive look in his eye. "Try me, cmon. Show me what your made of"

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#vegeta #dbz #dbz fanfic #vegeta x oc #calamatta~

[dorkzilla-exe]

Zim, Dib, and Seven Smeets

A ZaDr series: Ep 1, Hatching Day

Dib: Zim, will you come down.

Zim: *sitting on top of the fridge* DO NOT DISTURB ME WHILE I'M IN MY PANIC SPOT!

Dib: Im just-

Zim: *crying* DIBBERSON, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!

Dib: you said that an hour ago, I've got everything set up for the celebration, so at least be down before 3, ok?

Zim: wait, you did the decorating? You did EVERYTHING?! ON YOUR OWN?!

Dib: *smiles sinisterly* yes, yes I did, all on my own, probably made some mistakes in color arrangement-

Zim: LET ME SEE! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE MESSED ANYTHING UP!! *jumps down from the fridge and scurries into the living room*

Dib: works every time...

Zim: Dib, you didn't actually mess any of the decorations!?

Dib: I studied hard when you were decorating for Gaz's birthday, so I applied your decoration tactics to this room and... well... ta-daa!

Zim: you really are amazing, Dib. You know that, right?

Dib: I got the hint the day you gave me a ring-pop and asked for my hand in marriage.

Zim: I swear I didn't know it was candy, the person who sold it to me said it was worth 5,000$ and would sell it to me for 4,900...

Dib: I really didn't care about being proposed to with a candy ring, a ring is a ring to me, wether it's candy or not. Although, it is very concerning how someone managed to sell you a ring-pop for that much.

Zim: don't remind me...

Dib: would you believe me when I say I still have it?

Zim: no, I actually wouldn't.

Dib: well I do, I had it dipped in resin so it wouldn't deteriorate.

Zim: wow, how have I not noticed it?

Dib: remember that box I where keep stuff like pendants and pins? That's where the ring is.

Zim: that's sweet.

Dib: wait a minute, I just remembered we've got one more thing to do...

Zim: The Smeet's play-pen! We've gotta decorate that! Get the streamers! I've got some decorating to do!

[About an hour later]

Dib: alright, living room decorated, snacks and cake ready, little gift bags customized for every guest, flowers and other table decorations, and Zim's in the play-pen with the eggs. We are ready for the guests to arrive and it isn't even-

[Knocking from the front door]

Dib: right on cue, must be dad cause he's been early to ever other party. *answers the door* hey- uh...

Tallest Red: hello there, you must be Dib

Tallest Purple: How has Zim been? We haven't heard too much from him since he layed the eggs.

Dib: uhhhh... Hi I'm Dib Membrane, Zim's husband. Zim's been doing wonderfully, aside from the random anxiety attacks and his weekends of depression. Please come in! We have plenty of Irken friendly food and drinks ready, but remember to save some for the other guests. You two apparently aren't the only alien guests on our list.

Tallest Red: Thank you Mr. Membrane, we appreciate your hospitality. *enters with Tallest Purple*

Zim: My Tallest! I didn't expect you to be here until 10 minutes later.

Tallest Purple: see, I told you we were too early!

Tallest Red: EUGH, we could've brought the little ones Paks...

Dib: actually, we already thought of that. My Dad works at Membrane labs and designed him "Membrane Paks". They are designed to make it easier for them to identify us in a crowd, immediately begin healing if injured, ward off any diseases and illnesses, higher pain tolerance, and give them a longer life.

Zim: the only major differences are the Designs and application process. Instead of implanting electonics in abruptly, we will apply them more delicately, carefully and less painfully.

Tallest Red: hmm, I see, it would also be much easier to identify them if they ever decided to work for the Irken Empire.

Zim: i mean, you're not wrong. But I also invited here to ask for permission to retire.

Tallest Purple: retire?

Tallest Red: eumm... sure? Why not?

[1 hour later]

Dib: Dad, Gaz, the tallest, Skoodge, Tak, Tenn, Keef, Z, Zita, Clembrane, Prisinor 777 and his kids.

Dib: that seems to be about everyone, all we're missing are-

Anne: *annoyingly beating on Dib's Door* DIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIB!

Dib: Anne and Flish...

Dib: *opens the door, making Anne fall into the house*

Anne: Crikey, you've grown! You're 'bout as tall as Flishey now!

Flish: howdy, Dib. Sorry we couldn't make it to yer wedding last year.

Dib: it's ok, come on in you two.

Tallest Purple: oh yeah... we banished HER here too...

Tallest Red: I feel like Zim isn't our biggest concern anymore.

Anne: My Tallest! It's been YEARS! how've ya been!

Tallest Purple: good~

Anne: *gasp* OH MY GOSH! The eggs! Aw, they're absolutely precious! Zim, you oughta call yourself lucky! 'Lotta Irkens can't lay eggs y'know.

Zim: eheh, I know. Which is why I didn't fully expect it.

Dib: you should've seen him, he cried his eyes out the whole time and more.

Flish: Heha! sounds like Zim a'right. But don'cha get all concerned and stuff. It's completely normal to cry during egg laying. Er, from what I've heard at least.

Dib: it's official, everyone's here.

Tallest Purple: great!... Now what?

Dib: Um, we talk.

Tallest Purple: sounds boring.

Gaz: I have Videogames.

Tallest Purple: Ooo, sounds intriguing! What do you do?

Professor Membrane: son, may I speak with you for a moment?

Dib: sure.

Professor Membrane: let's go into the other room, ok.

Dib: *nods and walks into the bedroom*

Professor Membrane: something is wrong and I can tell.

Dib: *walks over to the bad, grabs a pillow, and screams in it*

Professor Membrane: I know your stressed, but everything will be just fine. I'm sure you and Zim will be great-

Dib: But what if we arent?! I work weekends at a coffee shop and Zim works at a clothing store in a mall. We can't provide for SEVEN babies! It took a lot of saving to get this party set up! I rarely get any tips and the one tip I got last weekend was from Gaz and it was a penny.

Professor Membrane: Ok, now that's just sad.

Dib: I don't know what to do! It's hard for me to get a different job, a barista was the closest I could do because I apparently make really good lattes. *sob*

Professor Membrane: have you ever considered working with me in the labs? You already know everyone there and know the place well. Plus, I could adjust your schedule so you don't have to come every day and you get paid just for being there.

Dib: you'd do that for me?

Professor Membrane: of course! You really do need the money, I could have you work as a lab assistant, but that's a little dangerous. I could put you in the mailing room? Or-

Dib: what about food service? I can cook, I can make coffee, tea, and plenty of different desserts.

Professor Membrane: that's a wonderful idea! I could make you work down at the cafeteria so your talent isn't wasted on Lattes!

Dib: Consider me hired! Ill be there tomorrow evening-

Professor Membrane: no no, you should stay home for a few days.

Dib: but dad, I-

Professor Membrane: Dibberson, I know you want to help out as soon as you can, but right now, Zim and your children need you here. Besides, it's hard to bond with a child while you're away, right?

Dib: I guess it is.

Anne: *Bursts through the door* Dib! It's about to happen! One of the eggs moved!

Dib: bwha?! Already?! I didn't think it would be this early! *runs to the living room*

Zim: Dib! There you are! Hurry over here, you don't want to miss this!

Dib: *looks over the pen* which one moved?

Zim: This one right here. *puts egg in lap*

Dib: When will they-

Zim: any moment now...

Dib: *puts hand on egg, feeling for any movement*

Zim: Dib, can I admit something before they hatch?

Dib: go ahead.

Zim: I knew about the eggs since the first day they began developing.

Dib: wanna know something? The 4 months before I helped you with the eggs, I was suspicious that you might've been pregnant. I was kinda right.

Zim: yes, yes you were. AH! DIB, IT'S HATCHING!

Dib: *removes hand, watching both the eggs hatch and his family grow before his eyes*

Zim: thank you, Dib

Dib: hm?

Zim: thank you for everything. I'll love you forever and on.

Dib: *pure panic* wait, you dont die after the eggs hatch, do you?

Zim: No, no I don't, but I'll love you longer than you'll ever know. And that's a promise.

From then and on, Zib and Dib lived a happy and eventful life with 7 beautiful Human-Irken Smeets.

The End

Zim: Or is it?

Dib: Not really, but for now, yes.

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