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kth1 · 5 years

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Again [MYG]

Again [Yoongi x Reader] ⟶ Credits: @kimtaehyunq ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Vampire AU ⟶ Warnings: use of vulgar language, adult content, mature themes, bloodplay, foreplay, creampie, biting, unprotected sex, yoongi is a hungry vampire, bed sex, etc ⟶ WC: 3.5k+ ⟶ Summary: History with a vampire, you think you’d be over it by now. Yoongi comes and goes as he pleases. But why does he keep coming back? ⟶ Teaser: “He looked up at you through leering eyes, beaming deep garnet because he was so drugged on your blood. Mouth tinted red and in awe, “I told you I’d make it feel good.”” ⟶ Author’s note: Hi, hey, what’s up? It’s been awhile since I dabbled with writing but I’m glad I had creative juices flowing to help motivate me in making some BTS stuff. Many writers and editors have re-inspired me and I’m grateful to them. Also, nearing Halloween, I had to do something like write about a vampire. 😊

A shifting sound alerts you out of sleep. The room is dark, only being illuminated by random electronics throughout the area, like the blinking green light coming from the computer. A weight on your bed silently moved from the side towards the end. You heard a “pounce” sound come from the foot of the bed. In silence you listened to your cat scurry off out the room. It creaked the bedroom door as it exited the room and you listened to her pattering down the hall until the sound disappeared.

Lazily, you cracked open your eyes briefly to check the alarm clock on the stand beside the bed. Noting that it was close to 3:30 am. Inhaling in deep, you try to find composure to continue where you left off. Sleeping.

The standing fan facing your bed blew a soft breeze towards you. It was something you’re used to having, conditioned yourself. The sound of a mere fan helped you sleep at night. The soothing sound created just enough to give you low ambiance during the still nights. Complete silence had its own aura, that made you uneasy. Causing you to stay up listening to you own mind ponder useless nonsense.

You felt the temperature drop, a cooler breeze flowing through your room abruptly that wasn’t created through the single fan. Rolling over to face the wall that had your window, you noticed that it was left open allowing the cool night breeze flow in. Pushing past your navy curtains that shifted with the motion of the air. But you didn’t leave the window open?

As you leaned up in bed to head for the window a mysterious figure emerged into view, quickly making its way towards where you lie. In a blink of an eye you gasped, about to yell out when it leans down suddenly to cup a hand over your mouth.

“Shhh… Don’t scream. It’s me.”

With eyes still widened from the shock, you soon relaxed. After recognizing the deep voice that split through my room, you eased back. How long has it been since you last heard this voice? With a nod, giving them the acknowledgement that you won’t shout.

The figure sat themselves down on the side of the bed, indenting their body into the mattress. Releasing their hand off your mouth slowly. It’s not the first time this happened, but it’s something you never fully got used to.

“Yoongi?” I whispered. “What’s wrong?”

His features were lit up slightly from the moonlight piercing into your room. He had a puzzled look to his face, he looked utterly confused. But his features were still stunning as ever. Effortlessly, he looks unreal, skin clear and glowing, hair styled neatly, and his attire clean cut and alternative. No doubt he was beautiful, he is a vampire after all. And most vampires are generally born with an extra little ‘spice’ to them.

But you still worried why he looked so disoriented. Something seemed to be bothering him and for him to randomly show up in the middle of the night, especially after not seeing another for a few months, you didn’t know how to take the situation that was at hand.

He sat still, looking broad and staring into the abyss, locking himself in his own world. Hesitantly, you placed yours hand over his that propped him up on the bed. His skin was cool and smooth, it felt like you just hovered your palm over a marble slab.

Yoongi’s thumb brushed over your fingers, slightly taking a grip of your hand in return. Grabbing hold of it only seconds later and bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth to place a small but sweet kiss. His touch reminded your of being touched by a snowflake that quickly melted by your own body heat. Yoongi lingered there for a few moments; you felt his cool breath exit his nose.

“I missed you, Y/n.”

You sighed. Not this again. There’s no way you could put yourself through this again. You’ve always been there for Yoongi ever since the two of you first met. Helping him in any way you could. But it’s difficult to keep up with him. He’s out of your league to put it nicely. Everything he needs is something you cannot match up to. It takes a toll on you each and every time.

You fully sat up in bed, retracting your hand slowly from his grasp. “Yoongi, we can’t do this,” you admitted. You were scared to put yourself through any more pain. Even though something in the back of your naive mind was yelling at you for saying those words out loud. Deep down you truly cared for Yoongi, truly wanted to be his and only his. But you weren’t enough.

He continued to stare off into the distance, listening carefully to your words. He looked calm though something felt off. That’s one inspiring thing you loved about Yoongi, no matter the situation he was able to give off a cool and relaxed exterior. But that also makes him scary at the same time.

“I need you.”

You blinked at his words. Did you hear him correctly? Yoongi snaked his hand back lacing it with your fingers once again, using his thumb to soothingly rub over it. “Please,” he spoke turning his head to look at me. From what you could make out it looked like he was struggling hard with his composure. His mannerisms felt off. It felt like there was something more to it than he was giving.

Leaning over with your free hand to reach for the light on the stand, Yoongi quickly snatched your wrist and held it still. “Keep it off.”

His sudden movement had you shocked, not as shocked when he broke into my room through the open window and nearly gave you a heart attack a few minutes ago, but shocked, nonetheless. Now you were beginning to feel totally concerned. He was hiding something from you! “Yoongi, what’s really going on with you?” You spoke, biting down on your lip.

Yoongi brought both of your hands to him, holding them close to his chest. He wasn’t one to really show much emotion, not because he didn’t have any, but more because it was difficult for him to express himself. You’re sure he constantly had conflicting thoughts in his mind endlessly.

“I just needed to see you again.” His voice deep, mumbled under his breath.

Yoongi kept his head down, clutching his hands to yours. Was this his way of showing sincerity?

You leaned towards him, moving your hands up, cuffing his face. Forcing his head up you held his cold face in your warm palms. Easily you could make out more details in his features. Your thumbs brushed along his cheekbones, ones that stuck out more prominent than you remember. It’s still fairly dark around your two bodies and though it was difficult for you to see under his hooded eyes, he had deep dark bags formed. Making him look drawn out.

“Have you been feeding, Yoongi?” You spoke in a soft tone.

He attempted to turn his head away, though you held it still. Instead he averted his gaze and exhaled deeply. “I’m fine.”

“You look pale.” You addressed matter-a-factually.

He half-heartedly chuckled, “I’m a vampire. I’m supposed to be paler than normal.”

You rolled your eyes at his bluntness. Yes, that was a given, being a vampire and all. “You know what I mean!”

Yoongi shifted himself more on the bed, kneeling towards you. Misery laced through his aura, he looked like he’s been through a tough time. Pain painted across his delicate face.

“Why aren’t you eating?” You asked, pushing his dark bangs away from his forehead with a hand.

Yoongi shook his head, in disapproval of what he’s about to say. What he’s trying to admit. “It’s not satisfying anymore... It’s not the same.”

Cocking your head to the side, like a puppy trying to understand the voice before them. “What?” Your body involuntary moved to the side, opening up space for Yoongi to lay besides you. Patting the newly opened spot, you offered him with a gentle smile.

He obliged, kicking off his shoes without the exchange of words. Lifting the duvet up and over his thin body once he slid himself closer. Yoongi laid facing you with his precious head resting in the fluff of a pillow. Pieces of his hair flared out, his arm hung loose around your waist; giving you just enough space away but not enough to be completely out of reach.

Your body heat trapped under the covers helped add some temperature to his cooled body. You couldn’t stand the way he looked. Your heart ached seeing his pain. “Talk to me, I’m begging you.” You traced his bottom lip with your index finger, trying to get his lips to open up and move.

Yoongi’s eyes met yours, the set of deep brown orbs connecting back to your own pair. They swirled with hidden emotion. His breath hitched the moment the pad of your finger landed on his mouth. He gulped, “It doesn’t feel right, unless it’s you.”

Your heart beat raised slightly to the reaction of this news. Your mind trying to process what he’s openly saying. “Please don’t say silly things.” You retorted with a scoff.

Something was telling you not to believe him and fall for this. Your mind was only trying to protect your from being hurt once again. But your body… your body ached and longed for Yoongi’s touch. You knew you missed him too, but you were utterly afraid to admit it yourself.

“Since when have I ever lied to you, Y/n?”

You swallowed hard. He’s right. No matter the penalty he was very straight forward with everything. Never giving false hope. So why would he be doing that now? Unless…

He is telling the truth.

You laid there speechless, staring back into Yoongi’s gaze. Not having a single word, a single vowel, not a single sound release from your lips. Just your two bodies placed side by side in soundlessness.

“How long has it been?” You mustered up the courage to ask.

“Two months.”

“But- Why?”

Two months is too long. Yoongi - he was depriving himself. He was willingly starving himself. And for what? Because it’s not the same? What’s not the same? Nothing has changed. He’s vampire. Your human. It doesn’t work. The two of you clash. It’s a reoccurring cycle - it’s all the same.

His gripped tightened around your waist, latching your close into his body and deleting all empty space. Your hands found their place against his carved chest. Faces just inches away from another. He formed a soft smile while looking down to your parting lips.

“Because of you.”

In a smooth motion he leaned in, meeting his thin curved lips to your rosy ones. The sweet savory moment heated up your cheeks, blossoming a hue of red. His tongue eagerly reached forward asking for access to your mouth. It was tender, sensual, and you groaned for him to touch you again. Memories flooding back to your mind of the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that… All impressions of him.

You caved hard under his presence.

Yoongi had a hold on you, curling his free arm to lift your thigh up over him. You extended your hands up into his hair, running your digits through his neat dark beautiful locks, tousling it up during the heated exchange between us. Enough to leave you short of breath as he finally pulled away from the kiss.

Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He trailed kisses from your jawline down to your neck and touching base at your collar bones. Hitting that magical sensitive location that made you go wild. A faint moan escaped pass your lips, “Yoongi…”

He fluttered many gentle icy kisses all around. Tender. Intimate. Lingering. You arched your neck enough to give him more room to continue his actions, to continue making your feel the way you were experiencing once again. He guided his hand up and down your thigh, gaining friction between your skins. You couldn’t help but ease into his delightful touches, slip under the patterns he traced with his slim fingers. Pushing your body up against him as much as you could to feel his hardening member under all the fabric.

“It’s okay, you can.” You muttered.

Yoongi continued to sway your body, completely falling under his spell one more time. He dipped his hand down, pushing under the hem of your shorts and past your pants, gliding a single finger between your slick folds. His digit taunted your clit, that little bundle of nerves controlling your every move. You were a sitting duck under Yoongi’s movements, all nerve endings screaming for him to work his tricky fingers.

“I’ll make it feel good for you.” Yoongi reassured to you.

A puff of air left your mouth; gripping down onto his shoulders. He slides down another finger, copying exactly what he did with the first. Yoongi’s touch is entirely intoxicating. Pressing against that sensitive sweet spot then plunging them deep inside your entrance in one swift motion.

With that, Yoongi licked a firm line up your neck. His trail of saliva coating your supple skin, glistening in the dim light. He curled his fingers up into your core, sliding in fast using thanks to your self-lubrication that collected down there. The tips of his fingers prodded straight into your g-spot, stimulating you even more as his teeth sank into the crook of your neck. The sensation sending shivers all over your body.

You moaned out in pleasure. A wave of sparkly adrenaline raced throughout your veins, washing over with a radiating heat. He hasn’t done it like this before. Oh please, “don’t stop!”

Yoongi sipped down the stream of fresh blood that leaked into his mouth. The impending orgasm that crept up far too fast for your liking had you fluttering your eyes shut. Instantly you body jolted to him, walls clenching hard around his slender fingers, riding out the ripples pacing within you as steadily as ever.

There was no recognition of how clothes flew off of your bodies, but they were on one second and gone the next. Bodies fumbling together, contacting the hot and cold temperatures.

Before you could even register the moment, you felt something thick and hard push pass your entrance and velvety walls, stretching you out with every inch that sank in. Your vulnerable puckered cunt receiving the full length of Yoongi’s hardened cock.

He looked up at you through leering eyes, beaming deep garnet from the drug of your blood. Mouth tinted red and in awe, “I told you I’d make it feel good.”

Not once has he told you anything but the harsh truth. He never spoke out a lie and you appreciated everything about that. Not once ever deceived. Mislead. Or felt like he exaggerated from facts or reality. You loved him for this, so much.

You reconnected your lips, pushing yourself pass the taste of iron that came with it. You wanted him, you craved him, you needed him again. Even if it hurt you. Just like this you’ll keep him.

Yoongi hovered over you; dick still submerged into your pussy. Tip entering and exiting you in long strides at a fast pace. Please don’t stop this. God, please don’t.

“Again.” You tossed your head to the side enjoying the pleasurable feeling.

“Okay.”

He locked his teeth back into the juncture of your neck, creating another puncture wound. But it didn’t feel like a wound to you. It felt like a love bit - a mark of his signed and packaged directly to me.

With the weight of him on top, Yoongi’s hips bucked sharp into you, jacking his cock back and forth. Skin slapping together filled the room, you held on tight with legs crossed around his tiny waist. Penetrating you perfectly into bliss.

Yoongi’s mouth moved down to my left breast, immediately contacting it with sloppy wet open-mouthed kisses. Raising a free hand to give attention to the right breast, stimulating and pinching the nipple making it harden within seconds.

“Y/n, I can’t get enough of you.” Yoongi admitted between kisses, botched of blood peppering your skin.

Face flushed, “Again!” You whined rolling your hips up into him to match his pace.

He can’t get enough of you? You can’t get enough of him. You had wanted nothing more than to feel connected to Yoongi regardless on how different the two of you were. His fangs once again pierced your bare skin, just above the breast this time. How he’s doing this is beyond you, fucking you hard with his dick, sucking you weak. But you still felt more energy than ever.

Yoongi continued his pace, eventually fastening his thrusts and mouth messily moving across your exposed skin. Staining areas with blood as he continued to paint over my body. Unbothered by the look, it felt natural.

Your blood put Yoongi through a craze of his own that he could only experience. Your scent filling up the room for his own satisfaction. Yoongi repays you back with lustful strides of his cock, forcing himself deep against the crest of your cervix. Shifting your body up with every powerful thrust, rocking the bed beneath your molded bodies.

Inaudible voices traded to another. Grunts, moans, growls. You could feel your climax coil in your lower stomach, persisting to blow over again and wishing to wash your body with sporadic twitches and spasms.

Was it the loss of blood in your body making me lightheaded or was it from the wonderful pounding you were getting? Probably both, but you couldn’t imagine it being any other way. If this is the Yoongi you get, you’re going to keep him as long as possible.

“I can tell you’re close. You’re stiffening around me, why don’t you let it go?”

You shook your head stubbornly; refusing to confess him your thoughts. You couldn’t reveal something that would mean nothing to him in the morning. Yoongi furrowed his brows as if he knew exactly what going on in that little head of yours.

Yoongi lifted himself, bending his knees into the bed and positioned one of your legs over his shoulder - giving his cock easier access and angle into your womanhood. Lifting your bottom half up on his thighs and snapping his hips repeatedly into you at this new angle forced you to squeeze your eyes shut, rolling your head back with a gasp. Simultaneously your hands reached out for anything to hold onto, to anchor yourself down.

He grunted at the sight of you, grinning wide with specks of blood on the corners of his mouth. You laid out in front of him at his own supervised mercy. A puppet and he- your puppeteer. This is what he couldn’t get enough of. What Yoongi missed. What he needed. This is what satisfied him. You laying beneath his control with joy plastered across your face has he’s balls deep into the warm wetness of your clenching pussy, tightening around his fully erect dick.

But you were delaying the grand finale.

“O-oh god, Yoongi…” You shrieked as the head of his cock forced itself dead on your g-spot, numbing tingles shooting down your legs.

Yoongi wasn’t giving up. He was determined to flush you out completely and taste the rich flavor of your metallic blood. Addicted to the taste and smell of it all.

“You’re going to cum again whether you like it or not.” He hissed.

Forcing his thumb between your legs, he rubbed harsh circles on your clit. His thrusts jammed deep into you, forcing your release to hit you full force. Juices spilling around his cock, sending your body in a raging frenzy.

He attacked his mouth to your raised thigh, burying his teeth, forming a deep gash and allowing a stream of blood run down the expanse of your leg. Yoongi lapped up the spilled liquid, at the same time using his lower back to roll his hips and chase his own sinful high. He clenched his teeth hard, bruising and mutilating the skin on your thigh once he released his full load into your cunt, earning a shriek of pain from you. Dick throbbing, your walls held onto him tightly, milking every last drop.

Yoongi tossed your legs to the side and collapsed face down into the mattress, panting heavily along with you. Your legs felt a tingly sensation all over besides the area that burned from the mouthful of flesh he dug into. His essence slowly oozing out of your cunt.

Again, your mind flooded with ‘am I good enough’. Did you satisfy Yoongi to make him stay with you or will this be a repetitive process and you will not see him again until he needed to get off? Why does your mind fill with doubt? With everything Yoongi just said, you still refused to believe it.

“Stop thinking.” Yoongi turned to face you.

“I-I can’t help it.” You choked, fresh tears collecting in your eyes.

Shifting so that his body connected to yours, Yoongi placed delicate kisses along your arm all the way up to your face. He latched his arm around your waist, rolling you to face him in return.

“I’m staying. I promise.”

The tears fell, you couldn’t control it. It’s like he read your mind, your body, and soul. Yoongi shushed you with a soft peck to your cheek, and one last one to your lips.

Yoongi never lied to you.

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green-spear-of-causality · 4 years

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“You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” and none other than Cu Chulainn

//Because I'm a really big dumbass, this is long overdue. @coldpalaceee, I'm sorry if this isn't as good as it deserves to be...I am loving these prompts, and I hope I haven't deterred you from requesting more! (...God I work slow - )

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I'm overreacting.

...Well, that wasn't new, was it? You had always been shy, and awkward, and clumsy, and just so many things you knew you weren't good at or lacked.

The fact that you knew you were overreacting made it ten times worse.

You stared at your boyfriend, the one and only Cú Chulainn, who was making small talk with the (pretty attractive) waiter as you both waited for your meals. You weren't at a fancy restaurant, no; your poor heart couldn't take the stifling formality that came with going to fancy places.

You tended to avoid them like the plague.

So, once you brought it up that you wanted to go somewhere with Cú that wasn't a fancy place, he patted your head and gave you a sun-filled grin that temporarily made your anxiety dissipate. He was always good with that, the comfort; it was like he knew exactly what to do when you clammed up or started to get lost in your own thoughts, resulting in you making more mistakes on whatever you were doing.

You both decided to go to an out-of-the-way cafe, the very same one where you two first met.

He had done so much for you already. Time and time again, he went out of his way to make you comfortable. You honestly wondered why he even wanted to hang around you, much less date you.

So, you presented the idea of this particular outing to him as a treat.

You were supposed to be the one making him feel good. You were supposed to be the one to make him feel comfortable.

He's been talking to this waiter for five minutes... Your gaze became downcast, eyes boring holes into the menu in front of you. You could hear the waiter laugh at a particular joke, one you recognized Cú telling you not even a week ago.

Despite the swirling unease in your stomach, you slightly smiled. Cú always had a tendency to tell other people stuff he learned with excitement that could affect even the most depressed person. He's like a puppy; it's...cute.

Not that you'd ever call him a puppy to his face.

" -ight, (Y/N)?"

"H-Huh?" Your gaze snapped back up to Cú, who was waiting for an answer. You scratched the back of your head, sheepish. "Sorry...what did you say?"

He gave you an odd look, repeating his question. "I said that this cafe is always a treat to go back to, right?"

You blinked, answering with a question of your own. "Was-...Was that supposed to be a pun?"

Now it was Cú's turn to blink, pondering for a fee moments. He then chuckled, the light sound making you smile as butterflies danced in your stomach. "I guess it was! I mean, the sweets here are incredible."

His eyes searched around the cafe, and your traitorous mind whispered that he was waiting for that extroverted waiter to come back, because unlike you they could keep a steady conversation with him without tripping over their own words like the failure they are -

"(Y/N)."

You returned your focus to Cú at his tone, a small frown on your face. The odd look was back on his face as crimson orbs scrutinized you. "What's wrong?"

You tensed. "Wh- ...Uh, nothing's wr- "

"Don't lie to me, (Y/N)." The intensity of his stare was still there, but now some exasperation was mixed into it. "You always occupy your hands with something when there's something on your mind."

Sure enough, you looked down to see that you were playing with the strings of your black hoodie. You had chosen dull colors so that you didn't stand out, while Cú wore a yellow sweatshirt and light blue jeans that you, admittedly, was better than the eye-damaging but endearing Hawaiian shirt he always had on hand; he stood out, and you blended in.

You wanted to scream. No! This was supposed to be the outing where you looked after Cú and coddled him, reassuring him with soft words and hand holding and so much more -

But you messed it up, like always, and he should honestly just dump your stupid ass already.

"O-Oi, I didn't mean to make you upset by that!" Cú had searched for a way to reassure you, since you looked tense enough to simply break at the slightest misstep. "It's just...I want to know what you're thinking, that's all. What's up?"

Your mind raced a mile a minute. Okay, you were definitely overreacting, but you couldn't stop yourself from spiralling further. Your mouth decided to betray you by blurting out, "Why are you even here?"

Ouch. You scrambled for a remedy, but it was too late. You watched a flicker of hurt cross his face before the confusion set in, and at this point you were mortified.

"I-I mean - !" You spoke frantically, frustrated with yourself. Why did you say it like that? Of course he got the wrong idea! Your hands balled into fists, pausing their motions.

Everything was falling apart, and it was because you couldn't muster up even a scrap of courage to tell him properly.

"I phrased that wrong. Oh god, I didn't - I didn't mean - "

"(Y/N)." You looked up. Cú gave an exasperated huff, but he was smiling. "Seriously, it's cool. I understand; just chill out for a sec, and tell me when you're ready."

"Why?!"

Your second outburst shocked him. He opened his mouth to continue, but you weren't waiting for a response; you figured hey, may as well drive the stake in further.

"Cú, you're so...vibrant. You're vibrant, understanding, way smarter than Gilgamesh gives you credit for, exuberant, witty, confident, encouraging, endearing, and just...so much more. Looking at you is like looking at a literal miniature sun, because you stand out and despite the odds being stacked against you, you somehow manage to find the silver lining in a bleak situation.

"Meanwhile, I'm...not nearly as amazing. I'm pretty forgettable in a sea of faces, I'm quiet, awkward, clumsy, I make at least seven mistakes each day, insecure, overbearing, bad with words, and I'm nowhere near as confident as you are. I usually bring the mood down, and I have low self-esteem."

Cú really looked like he wanted to say something, but was restraining himself. You continued, not seeming to notice his struggle.

"Seeing you talk to the waiter from before made me realize that I...I could never be as good as you. Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't know why you're dating me when there's other people like the waiter who could easily hold a conversation with you. There's so many wonderful people out there who would be better, and I always screw things up and cause you more trouble than you need since you always have so much on your plate already - "

"I chose you."

"Hah?" You stopped, gaze snapping back up to meet his. Cú's eyes were narrowed, his mouth a thin line as he glared.

You swallowed. Did...Did you just piss off the Cú Chulainn?

"I chose you." He repeated. "You, and no one else. Honestly, (Y/N), what am I going to do with you?"

You closed your mouth, a pained expression quickly making itself known on your face. Yet again, you made him comfort you instead of the other way around -

"Since you don't see what I do, I'm gonna have to pound it into that pretty little head of yours." Pink dusted across your cheeks as his irritated expression gave way to the grin you knew belonged to him and only him. It was sharp and wild, yet filled with so much glee and kindness that you slowly began to unwind your tightly balled hands.

"Yeah, you may be all of those things, but so what?"

"...Huh?" You peered at him, dumbfounded. Didn't...Didn't that just prove your point?

"Nope, it's my turn to talk." Cú held up a hand, and you vaguely registered your food being put in front of you and a "Have a nice day" in favor of listening to your boyfriend.

"If a human didn't have their flaws, then they wouldn't be human, now would they?" He continued. "Which, by the way, I find yours adorable. You're sarcastic and witty once you get enough confidence, mischievous, think more with your brain than rely on instinct, and you have such a big heart that there's no way a sane person could hate you.

"(Y/N), you look around and you see so much more than I think I could ever, and then the most breathtaking look gets into your eye as you appreciate what you're seeing. The best part is that it happens randomly; what I wouldn't look twice at, you take into your hands and go over it with a lot of care. You'd think that you were holding a baby bird with a broken wing from how you hold things. You have bursts of optimism that come and go, and when they do it's hard to even get mad at you.

"Most of all, (Y/N), you...ground me." He scratched his cheek lightly, looking over to the side.

You gaped. Was he...embarrassed? Each compliment had you sinking further in your chair, hands covering your beet red face.

"Yeah, you bring the mood down, but...not in the way you think. Ah, damnit, why is this so hard to say?! ...You're calming, and you help me not get too carried away with whatever the hell I'm doing. Imagining myself without you here is impossible at this point."

"Cú, just -...just stop, goddamnit," You groaned into your hands, wanting nothing more than to melt into a puddle and evaporate. "I-I get it, you love me. But...why the compliments?"

Cú rolled his eyes, leaning over to pry your hands away and giving you a quick but loving peck on your forehead. "Like I said, I had to beat it into your skull somehow. Don't you ever think that you're not worthy, or some dumb bullshit like that. Despite my flirting, I'm a loyal guy; I wouldn't leave you."

You stared at him. "Loyal...like how you were staring at that one couple's asses on the way here."

You didn't even realize that you didn't stutter through that entire sentence. Cú laughed at your retort, at least having some bit of shame to look sheepish. "What? When you see an ass that doesn't lie, you can't help but admire it."

"Cú!" You were laughing at this point too (since he was right - their asses were fine), but you still lightly punched his shoulder from across the table.

He grinned, a twinkle in his eyes. "There's the (Y/N) I know and love."

You spluttered. "Cú Chulainn, I swear if you say one more sappy thing - "

He reached over to hold your hand, making you pause. "Yeah, about earlier? You're overthinking - I'm yours. That's all I want to be."

This time, you were the one to lean over the table (and your untouched food) to kiss him.

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smilesthroughfandoms · 6 years

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Star vs. the Forces of Evil episodes in One Sentence (Season 3 edition)

Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood safe kid.

Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.

Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.

School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.

Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”

The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.

Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”

Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.

Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing

Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party with someone who hates them while Ludo hijacks a bus

Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way

Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound

Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”

Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”

Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?

Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids

Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.

Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf

St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!

Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.

The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.

Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes

Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever

Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”

My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN

Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?

Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”

Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.

Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*

Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards

Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car

Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease

Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit

Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle

Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.

On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable

Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”

By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch

Game of Flags: Queen has no patience and legs.

Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw

Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cube gets crushed*

Gift of the Card: R.I.P. Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work

Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.

Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh

Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”

Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters

Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!

Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans

Page Turner: Glossaryck is awesome and how did Moon miss Lizard-Loki in the orb?!

Naysaya: Tomco friendship confirmed and Marco finally asks out Jackie while Star the supportive noodle armed friend cheers on

Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Starco fans cry, Jarco fans rejoice, and Ludo now has the book god dammit Nefcy

Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.

Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!

Baby: *glances around nervously* So… Star is similar to Eclipsa, huh? *Nervous laughter* Great…

Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!!!!!!

Mathmagic: Don’t worry Star, I can’t math either.

The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.

Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?

The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0

Heinous: Oh, so that’s how Marco got all that money.

All Belts Are Off: “Jermey is the biggest dick…. around!~”

Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?

Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*

Face the Music: Moon=Badass, Star=Why?, River=Loving Husband, Marco=Shocked, and we got to meet Ludo’s family so pretty cool episode overall.

Star Crushed: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH–remember when we though Bon Bon the Birthday Clown was the end of the world?–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

BONUS ROUND! BATTLE FOR MEWNI EDITION!!!!!

Return to Mewni: This is… just an exposition filler. Not much else to say….

Moon the Undaunted: B4! B4! B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4!

Book Be Gone: “I hate that fucking book!” -Ludo, at some point probably.

Marco and the King: *Party music intensifies… and then slowly dies down*

Puddle Defender: They’re bonding and getting so big and I am so proud–Star you idiot don’t go alone!!!!!!

King Ludo: The mime stole the show.

Toffee: I can’t…. I just… how do you want me to react?! To much happened and I mean…. what do you want me to say? I’m still processing just…. What do I say? *slowlys ponders how I will survive until November*

Scent of Hoodie: Huh, so Ponyhead can be written as likeable, who would’ve thought?

Rest in Pudding: Ish da Glossaryck! And he’s Globgoring all over da place!

Club Snubbed: I literally yelled “Phrasing!” whenever they dropped the title

Stranger Danger: "Something like that” whY WOULD YOU SAY THAT IF YOU WERE ON THE SIDE OF GOOD?!?! SERIOUSLY GUYS THIS BUGGED ME FOR WEEKS--

Demoncism: Tom is a wonderful baby boy and Ponyhead is written as likeable, part 2!

Sophmore Slump: *sobbing* Jackie deserved better, dang it!

Lint Catcher: Introducing a Lavaboe! He’s pure and wonderful and deserves a raise and did I mention I love him?

Trial by Squire: I think the writers were all like” You think these guys will ship anyone with Marco?” and decided to test that theory.

Princess Turdina: I got more lore out of this episode than I thought I would.

Starfari: Welp, she makes me uncomfortable.

Sweet Dreams: *Sailor Moon-ing intensifies*

Lava Lake Beack: Proof that this fandom will ship anyone with Marco at the slightest inclanation

Death Peck: Rich Pigeon is my new favorite birb and Ponyhead is written as likeable for the third time

Ponymonium: Well, it was nice while it lasted.

Night Life: The writers made so many new ships they had to get rid of an old one!

Deep Dive: “Chicken butt”

Monster Bash: ........ Well, that explains the cheekmarks.

Stump Day: I think they just made an episode based around a picture from that bookcover, not that it was bad.

Holiday Special: *insert every cheesy Christmas/Holiday episode trope here*

The Bog Beast of Boggabah: The title is fun to say and the episode is average at best.

Total Eclipsa the Moon: Seriously, I’m supposed to think she’s an ultimate villain.

Butterfly Trap: In which we are all Sean, don’t lie we were all him at the end

Ludo, Where Art Thou?: Dennis is best brother, hands down.

Is Another Mystery: *sniff* I got more emotional over this episode than anyone else did and I’m not sure how I feel about that

Marco Jr.: I... I just... Why? What’s the point?

Skooled!: Epic advertisment fakeout combined with wonderful character development and lore with a shock ending makes a 10/10 episode.

Booth Buddies: Old Man McGucket ships Starco, proceed to react accordingly

Bam Ui Pati!: Ponyhead is kinda likeable in this episod--nevermind she’s back.

Tough Love: Oh man, it’s happening! It’s happening guys here we go!

Divide: We are going to war everybody--And they’re all dead. That was quick.

Conquer: So Glossaryck has upped his trolling antity and turns out Eclipsa’s probably evil, Meteora’s a baby again, and Globgor is her husband and imprisoned in crystal... Idk about you guys but I’m going to go scream into the void...

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #svtfoe2 #svtfoe3 #battle for mewni #updated #don't repost without my permission #after ultron #sorry this took so long

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harryimaginedstories · 6 years

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Have Yourself a merry little Christmas

Hi!! This is a sad blogmas story.

Summary: Christmas Eve is disturbed when Y/N finds out H betrayed her. Warning: Angst and swearwords.

Picture isn’t mine, friends!

The warm shining lights I’d decorated our home with mocked me with how comfortable and cozy they made our flat appear, when really nothing resembled the calm and peaceful atmosphere one would expect at christmas. My insides turned and my heart pushed against the cage my rips built around it as if it were trying to force its way out of my chest and create a bloody mess on the hardwood floor. I was in pain. My body trashed with physical agony and there was nothing that could lift the intense torment the disappointment brought me. I felt his presence before I saw him. Like a shadow he loomed over my body, his expression hard and uncertain. His eyes looked cold, with orbs like ice cubes instead of the green ocean and melted gold they normally resembled. His gaze followed my every movement, watched every breath I took in shakily and it wasn’t until the first tears spilled over and onto my cheeks, that he lowered his eyes and looked away, seemingly unable to bear the sight. My body shook harder than if I were tortured by electric shock waves and by the minute my cries of pain got louder and held more desperation. I was heart broken since the possibly worst thing that could’ve happened to ruin my dreams with him, had actually become reality. My lover did nothing to soothe my pain. He stood rigid, as unmoved by my despair as a cliff by the ocean waves. With bloodshot eyes and puffy lips I raised my head to face him. Harry looked nothing like the man I knew he was, he didn’t even remind me of him. The moment I’d found out what he’d been hiding from me, my perception of him changed. I couldn’t understand how the arms he now crossed over his chest were the same ones I’d been held in the night before, the one’s I’d been safe and warm in, how the tense neck was the same I spent hours kissing and sighing into. How the mouth set into a thin line was the same that had awaken me with morning kisses today. There was so much love between us, always, but none of it was here now.

I sobbed weakly, whimpered when he moved further back and let my exhausted boy fall to to sit at the edge of the bed.

“How could you do that to me?”

The words sounded awfully thin and uncertain, void of a determination that could’ve forced him to speak.

He sighed. “All I can say that’s true is that I didn’t really think at all, Y/N. I didn’t do this to... to hurt you.”

“Oh!” I called out and a dry laugh tumbled from my mouth. I raised both palms and brushed the tears from under my eyes harshly before faking a grin. “Well, I should thank you for that, right? Since it makes everything so much better!”

“What else am I supposed to say, then?” For the first time since I’d discovered his secret, he spoke up. His voice was only slightly raised, but it was enough to have me shrink back.

He stood very still. “I told you, Y/N, that I made a mistake. Alright? People make mistakes.”

My hands moved fast and I’d picked up and thrown the glass on my nightstand before making the decision deliberately. It missed his head by a long shot, as I’d intended to, and managed to make the words in his throat die on his tongue. The glass shattered with a loud clash and Harry flinched. With wide eyes he stared at the woman he now believed to be insane.

“Cheating on me was one insult,” I began, voice deadly quiet, “but now defending what you did as a mistake, that is almost as bad, Harry!”

“Are you fucking insane!” he screamed, vein in his neck far bigger than normally, “That thing could’ve got me!”

I rolled my crying eyes and fisted the bed sheet. “Yeah, ‘cause your head is so big it could’ve been hurt by a glass that landed two meters away from you!”

“We’ll see how you’ll like it when I hurl an item at your face!”

“Certainly not!” I called out and shot to my feet, “Because I’m not sticking around long enough for you to get a chance!”

He hurried after me, hot on my heels as I ran down the stairs and towards the christmas tree we’d spent hours decorating by the beginning of december. So many presents lay under it, all neatly wrapped and ready to be unpacked by us and our families. Another sob fought against the lump in ma throat and tumbled from my mouth at the thought. Maybe there was a parallel world where none of this happened, I thought, and a wishful tear fell to my cheek at the thought that there was a version of me and Harry were we spent christmas day happy and together. In this world, I grabbed the gift wrapped in gold I’d gone out of my way to buy for Harry and tossed it to his feet.

“For you, my love!” I spat.

His skin paled and finally his eyes watered, too. The present rolled over and nudged his foot, making him drop his gaze momentarily.

“Y/N,” he winced, “M’not... I... I never meant for you to hurt like this.”

“Oh, I know that,” I replied, “I doubt I was on your mind while your dick was inside someone else!”

He looked as if I’d slapped him. His toes curled and he shakily pulled the sleeves of his jumper as if he were cold, so they covered his wrists and palms.

“I told you,” he whimpered, “I didn’t... I was so drunk, I can’t even recall how it happened.”

I continued to fold the blanked on the couch, my blanket, and moved to take the pictures I loved most from the walls. Those I wanted to keep and hopefully hang in a new home where no cheating boyfriend would chase me away.

“Spare me,” I growled, “I don’t believe that for a moment, Harry! You hear? Not for one moment! There is no way someone can drink beyond awareness of what they are doing and don’t even try to convince me otherwise! You’re a liar, too and nothing you dare to make up would make me forgive you!”

Harry hissed and I jumped when his foot met the armchair with a harsh push. The frame in my hands fell to the floor. I cursed at him and instead turned to take the ornaments that were mine from the tree. Unmoved, he continued: “You’ve made up your mind without hearing what I have to say! Why do I try to safe us then, huh? S’all in vain anyway!”

“You didn’t say anything, Harry!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, turning back to face him, “I had to find out and I only did because your wonderful lover called you when I was there!”

“I haven’t heard from her since it happened, Y/N!” Harry fought back with fists clenched by his sides, “She called out of the fucking nowhere! And excuse me for not wanting to jump that kind of news on you during christmas time!”

“So you would’ve told me after new years?” I challenged, “Or maybe a couple weeks after that? During lent? At easter? Probably not since you’re so careful not to ruin any holidays for me, right?”

His hands reached up and fisted his curls. He fell to sit on the chair to his right and let his head hung low. I watched with a heavy heart how his shoulders moved with his own cries. I turned away. How could my stupid heart still hold love for this man? He wasn’t Harry after all, not my Harry, since he wouldn’t ever do what this strange version of him had done to me.

“You ruined everything,” I whimpered shakily, “The future we had, Harry. Our dreams. All for her!”

“Fuck, I don’t even know her name!” Harry cried and I shuddered when his puffy eyes met mine, for the first time displaying the same hurt I felt myself. Our roles were reveres, with him sitting and me standing over him. He stared up at me desperately. “I don’t know her face, I don’t know her scent and I don’t remember her voice! Nothing! She- I don’t know what I did, Y/N, and I want so bad for you to forgive me, I’m begging you!”

“Even if I wanted to, and mind you I don’t, there is no way I could forgive what you did to me!”

He fell silent, not even the sobs escaped his lips any longer. Holding his gaze cost me more strength than raising my voice at him had and I fought the urge to reach for him when I read his eyes beg for my forgiveness. We were the same in that aspect. Both of us wanted desperately that none of this had ever happened, that we hadn’t argued so terribly a few months ago, that I hadn’t stormed out of our home with him following close behind me, that he hadn’t given up on looking for me and instead turned to find comfort in a bar, and after several drinks, had found comfort in her arms and then between her legs. So much should have never happened, so many mistakes and actions that could’ve easily been prevented because we loved each other. But there was no escaping into a better past that could’ve provided us with a better future now and I couldn’t allow my head to ponder on the hopeless wish for too long. Harry lowered his eyes.

“I’m in love with you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

Harry looked absolutely gutted. His back was bowed and his face flushed from crying. It wasn’t just him cheating that forced me to walk to our kitchen, grab a plastic bag and put my ornaments and frames in it carefully, it wasn’t him sleeping with a woman who wasn’t me, that made me trot upstairs and get my suitcase. It was the fact that he hadn’t had the guts to tell me, that he’d kissed me, loved me and lied to me for two months straight, with the poor excuse of not wanting to ruin the festive winter time for me. Also there was no way I would forget the look in his eyes, a look of pure rage and lack of understanding that filled his orbs, when I’d confronted him about it. That I couldn’t ever forgive, that error of me believing that I’d had a boyfriend who wouldn’t ever hurt me, the mistake I’d made with thinking that I could rely on his love for me to be stronger than his pride. When I got back downstairs I stopped in my tracks to look at him for what would probably be the last time.

Harry didn’t turn to face me. His shoulders still shook and his feet tabbed on the floor nervously and without rhythm.

“I’m in love with you, too, by the way,” I whispered, and by the sudden tension in his back I knew he’d heard me, “Have yourself a merry little christmas, Harry.”

Hope you liked this (a little different) blogmas story. Let me know! :)

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fandomtrashash-blog · 6 years

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I was going through one of my books on Wattpad and I found this and I really liked how i wrote it so I’m posting it here

"You sure about this?" Riku asked, putting his hand on Sora's shoulder.

"Yeah, I have some unfinished business to attend to!!" He replied, turning his head towards him and smiling. Yet, he didn't know himself what 'unfinished business' he had to attend to. It just came to him, someway somehow. He opened the door to the stairway, and closed it behind him.

"Gods, this head ache..." He said walking down the stairs while placing a hand on his head. The head ache's been there for awhile, since he woke up actually. Sure, the tea he had worked a little bit, but it wasn't that effective.

Ignoring it best he could, he opened the door and left the tower.

He left and went to space to go travel to another world, upon arrival, he landed in Traverse's Town.

"Grr....... what DID I come here for?" Sora whispered to himself, scratching his head. He started walking around, trying to figure out why he came here.

"Maybe I wanted to go down this ally...?" He mumbled, walking down a dark ally.

"Man, this is hopeless, I guess I better head back." He sighed, turning around, just to see a familiar figure.

"You!!" He shouted, falling since he was caught off guard.

"Aw...." He shuttered, putting his hand on his head, looking up to see if the figure was still there. He got up and ran out of the ally, wondering where they had gone off to.

"I could have sworn I just saw...." Sora whispered, looking up at the sky. "Maybe it was just my imagination...."

"Maybe." He heard a voice say behind him, quickly turning around, he was greeted by once again nothing.

He sighed in relief, closing his eyes, then opening them back up to look at his hands.

"I'm still me...." He whispered, hearing some moaning behind him, he quickly turned around and summoned his keyblade.

"I am not in the mood for this...!!" He fumed, beating the crap out of the heartless, angrily, stomping on them and hitting them as hard as he could. Once he was done, he stood there, panting and pondering.

What was that all about? He just got angry out of nowhere.

"Argg!! I can't even figure out what I'm suppose to do-!!" Sora fumed up with his hands on his head as he goes nuts.

"Maybe that's what your suppose to do." The same voice from before said. Quickly looking around, he's greeted with nothing yet again.

"Stay calm, STAY CALM, he's only messing with your head!! That has to be what's going on!!" Sora told himself putting his hands on his head.

"Keep telling yourself that." He heard him say.

"WELL YOU SHUT UP!?!?" Sora screamed at the top of his lungs.

He looked down at his hands, suddenly, they were different along with his attire.

"What-?! A Organization 13 coat?!" He shrieked, blinked, before it turned back to his normal clothes.

"Calm down Sora, just calm down.... your mind's just playing tricks on you... there's no way Xehanort possessed you, just close your eyes and take a deep breath." He told himself, as he did that.

"Or is there?"

Where is that coming from?! He thought as he walked around.

"From your head, where else?"

Sora started freaking out, someway, somehow, he is possessed by Xehanort, and he's slowly losing it.

"H-h-h-how...?" He whimpered, putting his hand to his chest, backing away, terrified.

"You think we didn't plan ahead for this? We only had that little scene to make it seem like you're not possessed... the seats were filled, it's no wonder the 13th vessel has the same heart as the rest..." He told Sora, using his mouth. Sora covered his mouth as he teared up. He could feel him, slowly taking over his body, collapsing to the ground, he held his hands to head. "GET OUT OF MY BODY!!" He yelled, looking at his hands, they were covered in a dark mist as tears ran down his face. "Your not strong enough to hold me back." He said, using his mouth once again. "Well I'm not giving in...." Sora moaned while grinding his teeth, at this point one his eyes were yellow. He could hear snickering in the back of head, like resisting was a joke to him, it probably was. Still, he refused to give in. "Sora!! Are you alright?!" He heard a female voice say as she ran up to him. "No...." He started saying as he looked up, looking into Kairi's eyes. "Kairi, please!! Get out of here!! Get away from me!!" He backed away from her, clutching his hand to his chest as a immense wave of irritation overtook him. "It's alright Sora, I'm here." She said approaching him. "Everything'll be alright." She insisted. "No it won't be...." He whispered, looking at a figure from behind her. "Kairi, please, get out of here!!" He screamed, tears running down his face as he watched the old man charging a dark ball of energy, throwing it at Kairi. Sora pushed her out of the way, as the dark orb hits him instead. "Sora!!" Kairi screamed, running over to him again, putting her hand on his back and lifting him up. "He's gone... don't worry about him.... I'm just glad your ok..." She told him, smiling. Suddenly, Sora gets a huge head ache, as his vision goes red. Putting his hand to his head and chest he could barely hear these words. "Finish her..." A voice echoed in his head. "No, wait I-!!" He started saying, looking into Kairi's eyes. "Hey... what's wrong? Sora-!!" Kairi started saying as Sora watched as her eyes grew into a shock expression, her face clearly in pain as she teared up. Looking down, his eyes grew shocked. Xehanort's key blade was in her stomach, he looked at his hand, darkness misted. "This isn't your fault... Sora..." Kairi said, before she collapsed as her heart flew away. "Ahahahahahahaha." He started giggling. "Ahahahahahahahaha. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" He cried as his other eye grew yellow and his hair turned gray.

Apparently I got the idea from this cut scene from a game I played a long time ago but still love.

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Hey, @chachacharlieco what do you think of this? :DDDDD

#Some random writing #Soranort #Maybe I'll draw it #MAYBE SORA IS ALREADY A NORT #DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN #LET ME ANGST #Kingdom Hearts #I also used a Fire Emblem Awakening Cutscene so I guess I'll put that in the tags #Fire Emblem Awakening

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sakuraxakatsukifanfictions · 7 years

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My three Annoying Teachers (SakuAka) - Chapter 4

Author note: I do not own Naruto, if I did Sarada's father would have been Itachi! (This is the latest chapter I wrote a few days ago, already working on chapter 5, please look forward and hope you’ll like this story!!)

My three Annoying Teachers

Chapter 4; Dreaming of the teachers

" Thanks for picking me up, Temari," A small smile dazzled my lips, as I leaned back into the seat and resting my head. Temari returned the gesture and focused back on the road, she gets quite silent while driving. Probably focused to 100 percent.

It had been a rough morning. Being ravished by both Itachi-sensei and Sasori-sensei. Not only that, but they even got a picture of my dilemma. Sighing, I shook my head, trying to disband the thoughts. Thinking of it only made me more mad and depressed.

After a while of staring out the window, my eyelids lowered. While feeling the sleep wanting to overtake me, I couldn't resist and fell into its' depths...

Dream/Flashback

Opening my eyes, I glanced around the room I currently resided in. Seeing mostly black stone walls, I let out a gasp and hurriedly glanced down at myself. 'Chains...?' I tried to muster some strength into my body and break free, but it was useless. Those things stuck tight to my feet, hands and around my abdomen.

'Where the hell am I?' Confused, I glanced around the room one more time and then stopped. My eyes spotted red flaming hair, that just entered from a door. A small light shined from his hand as a candle stayed put on his palm, while he walked.

"Sasori-sensei... Gonna harass me some more, aren't you?" I sighed lazily, getting tired while meeting them almost every day but now in my dreams too? This was just absurd.

"You're really weird, Sasori-sensei. Why would you do something like that to me in your own house and not only that, while your cousin was just right outside!" I complained strongly, rolling my eyes as some anger grew of the memory.

Bending down, he placed the candle in front of me and then also sat down across from my chained self. I watched him with a dull gaze, not caring much, since I wouldn't be able to do anything anyways.

A bored gaze locked with my own. The movement of his hand startled me, as it got placed on my forehead, while he leaned in closer. Red strands laid lazily, covering a bit of his dulled eyes. He seemed so uninterested. "Whatever you see in your other world, is false."

"Sasori-sensei? What do you mean?!" I questioned with an astonished look.

It took a moment for him to reply, "Us, the Akatsuki have gotten tasked with bringing back your consciousness. If we fail, we all die."

Something warm began oozing out from his hand, as a blue glow shone from above my eyebrows. "Saso-"

"Hush, brat," his eyelids lowered and the palm on my forehead pressed harder. Soft lips moved silently, making me unable to hear his words. Though an insane pain jolted through my skull and I couldn't hold in the scream from leaving past my lips. I yelled and yelled, the pain only increasing. "Ahhh! Stop! STOP! IT HURTS! AHHHHH! NOO!"

"SLAM!"

The door got thrust open, a few of the other teachers arrived in the room and glanced down at us.

"What are you doing Sasori-danna, hmm?" Deidara-sensei asked, strolling in our direction.

"Trying to bring her back. Don't distract me Deidara," he said coldly and continued with whatever he was doing to me.

"NOOO! IT HURTS! AHHH! UGHHHH!" I roared out while fighting back against the chains, hoping they would release me. Failing miserable, I snapped my eyes shut and tried to ignore the pain echoing underneath the flesh.

"Oi... I don't think that's wise, you might kill Pinky if you keep that up," Kisame'san's worried voice entered through my eardrums, as my pain only enlarged.

"Sasori." A demanding voice sounded further away. "Are you trying to kill us all? I already have a method that's possible to work."

Feeling the pain slowly dissolving from my head, I looked up to see Sasori-sensei retreating with his palm. Turning his head in the direction of Pein-sensei, I glanced with a curious gaze at his back.

"Yes. Leader-sama, please show us your effective solution." he sarcastically said as he rose up from his place on the ground and stepped towards the side, giving Pein-sensei full access to my view.

Taking his stand in front of me, ringed eyes watched me intensely. Surprised at his stare, I adverted my gaze, feeling how heated my face had turned.

A low masculine voice spoke evenly, "What is your full name?"

"Haruno Sakura," I stated without a thought.

"What is your occupation?" Came a second question and I replied with a frown. "High school student."

'Why is Pein-sensei asking me all of this... He's supposed to know it, being my teacher and all...' I sighed, trying to understand his reasons for these odd questions.

"Explain how you know all of us," Instead of being a question, this time he sounded demanding for an answer. Just like giving an order to someone.

"Alright..." I sweat dropped a little. My own dreams are probably what made them so weird, so in the end I have myself to blame... Or more like my brain.

Anyhow, I took a deep breath and centered my eyes on the ground, pondering. After a while, I decided it was time for some kindhearted explanation, though a dream shouldn't really need it...

"Uchiha Itachi is my math teacher. As well as the first one that truly harassed me and with that I mean in a sexual way, touching me all over. He did this in the car during sunlight." I told them, without even feeling a bit embarrassed. How weird, normally I would feel so flustered around them, but now I kind of feel a bit headstrong.

Silence met with my ears, making me curious as I glanced up towards each of the sensei's. Some had their mouths open wide, while others were trying to stifle their laughter and a few expressions were hard to read.

A loud snicker escaped from Kisame'san's lips, while he clutched his stomach and attempting to stop himself from emitting laughter. "Hahaha! Pinky here is... Oh god... Itachi... I didn't know you did things like that, on a lil girl... Hahahaha!"

Another chuckle joined in, coming from Hidan-Sensei. "The shit? Uchiha knows how to rape a woman, fucking hell."

Itachi-sensei looked emotionless as ever, hard to pinpoint his reactions with that.

"…Continue." Pein-sensei ordered with a wave of his hand, ignoring the small snickers across the room.

"well… It's usually Itachi-sensei, Sasori-sensei and Deidara-sensei that end up harassing me a lot. Sure, I accidently skipped both Itachi-sensei and Sasori-sensei's classes, though the class with Deidara-sensei. I was just too tired to go into his class! Sasori-sensei teaches history, Deidara-sensei teaches art. I detest those three teachers the most!"I stated firmly, giving a frown to each said senseis.

A low snicker sounded from Deidara-sensei. Staring at him with a slight raised eyebrow, I quickly defended myself. "It's true! You really do love to disturb my peaceful school life! Even last year too, you gave me so much work, that I could barely make it!"

He erupted into loud laughter and rose his hand, then laid it down on his forehead and scoured through his blond fringes. "This is too hilarious, hmm. I'm an art teacher, while Sasori is not!"

'Wait… He wasn't bothered with him harassing me but being my art teacher?' I wondered in my head, slightly blinking.

"Quit it brat," Sasori-sensei provided Deidara-sense with a smack on top of his head.

Wincing in pain, Deidara-sensei stroked his head and hugged it, all the while sending protests towards my red headed teacher. With a bored stare, he ignored the blond and shifted his eyes onto my chained self.

A shudder erupted from my body, as he looked at me with those empty orbs. I felt fear flung over me, I wanted to do anything to cover my figure. His stare was so intense, just as if he was trying to unlock all my concealed secrets.

"Ahh! Pein-sensei!" Panting in realization, I turned back to peek at the person who began questioning me.

"Yes?" He inquired, watching me warily.

Silence met with the room once more, before I started to speak. "You are my origami teacher and also one of the kind teachers! I enjoy every minute of your lessons, Pein-sensei!"

A grin plastered to my face. Curiously, I searched his eyes for any kind of reaction, but I found nothing aside from a blank look. Some gasps left the individuals across of the area, shifting my eyes to the new sounds, I saw how a few of the teachers held their mouths and strained to keep from chuckling.

'What did I say now? They like to make fun of me, don't they…'? I sighed inwardly, shaking my head and shutting my eyes, hoping to wake up from this dream.

"Did something happen to you, in your world?" Another questioned headed my way, my eyes snapped open in haste and I viewed him with dread oozing from my abdomen.

Meeting my eyes, Pein-sensei continued. "Go on."

"I- "My voice was hesitant; did I really have to tell him about my scar? I rather forget it

"Sakura, listen. The other world you live in, is fake and we must pull back your true self. Answering my questions will make this more helpful."

"My true self…" I muttered underneath my breath, not understanding the meaning in his sentence.

Flicking my finger, I nodded. "I was in a car accident, laid unconscious for two weeks and got the scar I have on my back."

"Back..." Pein-sensei looked thoughtful, as he glanced down towards the ground for a few seconds. Rising his head, he rotated and encountered Itachi-sensei's knowing eyes. A firm nod exchanged between the two, the Uchiha strolled towards my direction. My green hues fixated on his frame, inspecting him as he now bent down in front of me. His hand roamed over the shackles keeping me in place, it didn't take him long to put aside the chains.

"Turn around, kunochi," He instructed quietly and I did, better not to anger any of these men.

I felt my shirt being pulled up by his hand, coldness stirred my skin and I bit my lip, to keep silent. Feeling his vision travel over my back, a chill went up my spine. Shuddering into his gaze, a coarse breath passed my lips.

I shut my eyes fiercely, melting the bad recollections from surfacing. Suddenly something warm met my backside and I jolted upwards, the warmness inflowing through my skin. My skull nudged back, as I glowered upwards, meeting with the dusky ceiling.

"We need to open that seal, Itachi." I heard Pein-sensei say from behind of me.

No reply came out from Itachi-sensei's mouth, instead I felt the hotness increasing and to be honest, it wasn't a bad feeling. It felt nice.

My body began trembling abruptly, as I felt a gentle pair of hands rocking me to the sides. "Sakura! Wake up!" I could catch from a far distance.

"Temari… I'll…" I murmured silently, my eyes lowering.

"You won't be able to do it while she is unconscious. Put the chains back on." Pein's stern voice sounded, before I finally drifted away from this dream...

Dream/Flashback end

Opening my eyes, I was met with a worried look. Grinning I petted the blonde's head and smiled warmly. "You ok there, Temari? And thank you for driving me back home!"

I hopped up from my seat and stepped out to stand next to her, she had opened the passenger door wider for me. Stretching my arms, I felt ready to finish Sasori's history assignment, it was duo to today and I accidently deleted most of the report I finished yesterday.

"No problem! Did you finish the task you received from my cousin?" Temari asked me, with a soft voice as she led me towards the front door of the Uzumaki residence.

"Not yet. Or well I did yesterday but then I deleted most parts of it, " I groaned miserably at myself and looked down to my stomach, as I felt hunger rumble from it. 'Oh god, I forgot to eat breakfast this morning, since Itachi-sensei rushed me! And then at Gaara's place we only work to finish the group project!"

A hand bumped my shoulder gently, looking to the said I saw a huge grin on Temari's face. "You better eat first, before you get to that assignment. When is the due time? "

Smiling back, I replied. "8pm. I have enough time to complete it! Don't worry Temari!"

"That's good then, you only have 6 hours left though, but that's more than enough right?" Her head titled to the side, as she watched me.

"6 hours!" I yelped and quickly pinned her arm closer to my face, then I gawked at the time.

"I could ask Sasori to give you more time for it? Since you did accidently delete the assignment?" in the corner of my eyes, I saw her palm gripping out her phone from one of her jeans pockets. Slamming my own hand above hers, I smiled leisurely. "It was partly my own fault. Don't worry about it Temari, I'll make it!"

The grumbling noise from my stomach, disturbed us and made both of us giggle.

"If you say so. Go and eat now. See you on Sunday, Sakura!" She waved as she walked over to her car.

Waving back and watching as she drove safely onto the road, until I no longer saw her. Fist pumping the air, I nodded in motivation. 'Time to eat a sandwich, work on my history assignment and then hand it in for Sasori-sensei's class! Nothing can make me lose focus now, I need to oversee my dream another time as well…'

Shaking my head, I blinked furiously and gripped the door handle, turning it down and stepping inside.

Hurriedly I entered the kitchen, seeing no one. I went to the counter and took a piece of bread, then opened the fridge, getting out butter and ham. It didn't take me long, until I completed my sandwich. Smiling satisfied at my work, I put back the products quickly into the cold air and then stormed to my room. Opening my bedroom's door, I slipped inside and shut it fast.

Sighing to myself, I settled my delicious treat onto a spare spot on my desk. Then I also plumped down on the seat, starting the engine and waiting for the computer to start up. When the screen shone a blue light, there was a text in white "Updating, 10 percent". Facepalming, I screeched out of disappointment. "Oh god, why do you do this to me?!" I sniveled, covering my eyes with both of my hands, as I leaned in with my body weight. Half laying on my hands.

A sturdy growl arose beneath of my belly and I jerked a hold of my sandwich, put it to my lips and bit. Feeling the sweet taste of the bread, I gobbled it down quickly.

When I finished eating, I took a glance at the screen in front of me and blinked my eyes. "Updating, 15 percent". Clenching my knuckles, I held one hand in front of the screen, ready to break it. After a while of thinking, I concluded it would do me no good. I wouldn't be able to complete the stupid assignment at all and then I would be forced to either stay after class or extra lessons on Saturday. Ino would kill me if I didn't come along on a girls' out.

"Fine, have it your way! Stupid computer!" I threatened and rose, strolling over towards the bed, I glided down on the comfy sheets. Taking a deep breath, I laid on my side and kept a close eye on my screen, waiting for it to finish.

Then a piece of my memory flashed through my head, blinking I grabbed a hold of my phone and looked through past messages.

"Wednesday morning." I read from Sasori's first and so far, only message to my phone. I let out a sigh of relief. 'I still have time to finish it, he said Wednesday morning!'

'SAKURA! GUESS WHO'S BACK!' The familiar voice of my inner-self, made me scratch behind my ear.

"Oh, I thought you vanished to some odd place in my head? Welcome back though." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes with a grin emerging from my lips.

'You won't lose me that easily girl! I wish you fail in completing that assignment to be honest here, I want to see what more things Sasori can do to us!' Inner chimed excitedly, making me shrug. 'One more thing, where is that porn you promised me?!'

A blush drawled onto my cheeks and I sat up on the comforter. "Well… Just let me finish the assignment first please?" I gazed into her eyes with my famous cute ones.

'Fine, fine, just hurry! I want to release!' She scowled at me, before vanishing back into her little corner of my brain.

"This will be a long night…" I assumed and this time I'll do two documents with the exact same text, so if I accidently delete one of them, the other one will be saved! I'm sure I'll fall asleep eventually working on that thing, writing just makes me too tired, most of the time.

I kept my eyes tight on my still blue screen, it didn't look like it would finish updating for now. Suddenly an idea got in my head. 'I could ask to borrow Naruto or Naruko's computer and finish the assignment! I'm so smart!'

Getting up and dashing out of my bedroom, I strolled down the corridor until I got to a few doors. Three doors were put closely to each other. Feeling confused, I decided to try the middle door and placed my knuckled hand on the wooden fabrics, knocking gently.

Chapter 4; End

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Junior Takeover

Yup! That’s me. You’re probably NOT wondering how I got here. But I’m gonna tell you anyways. So sit down, shut up, and enjoy the insane story that was the end of my junior year. : *begin flashback*

“JJ. Calm down. I know you’re excited that Chris asked you out, but could you maybe not yell? Remember that we’re in a car. And ,ya know, about to walk into a funeral.”

Nobody expected Brock Smith to go out that way. He was the star quarterback, was dating the head cheerleader, had a perfect 4.0 Gpa, and was bound for Auburn University. We all though he was invincible after he escaped that drunk driving accident last year after prom without a scratch. He shouldn’t have died because a bird attacked him, and plucked his eyes out. The news said he was found by a tent on the shore of Lake Hamilton, having bleed out. Although some people think that it wasn’t a bird; they seem to think that Brock wasn’t alone that night by the lake. If he wasn’t alone and it wasn’t just a crackpot bird attack, then why would someone extract his beautiful hazel orbs? All I can say, is the fanfic writters of Hawkins High School had the time of their lives using his death as a way to kill off characters in their stories.

Everyone in the completely average city of Hot Springs loved Brock Smith, so why only five other people showed up for his funeral, I’m not sure; Patricia and Jared Smith (Brock’s parents), Joe Jones, Angela Williams, and Chris Peterson. Hannah leaned over and whispered as she saw Chris walk in and stand menacingly in the back corner, “Chris didn’t even know Brock, did he? He only moved into town a month ago.” I turn just enough to see him in my peripheral vision, he looks….psychotic? Is that the right word? Hell, I don’t know how to describe the deranged look on his seemingly bloodless face.

When Chris first showed up over spring break, Hannah saw him walking around downtown. Peterson, as everyone calls him, has gauges and wears skinny jeans tighter than that of any of the try-hard girls in this crummy stuck-up school. He stands at six feet even with beautiful golden brown hair that vaguely reminds me of fresh baked cookies. He can often be found standing in the corner alone with his Juul. His pasty white skin looks like that Edward dude from those wretched Twilight movies. Hannah often blows up my Snapchat with grainy pictures of him showing me the stunning young man that she felt was to be my “high school sweetheart”; she says that because he’s the complete opposite of me.

My full name is Janet Marie Jones, I go by Jane but my close friends (basically just Hannah) call me JJ. I’m only five foot three inches tall with jet black hair that falls over my shoulders like water falls over Niagara Falls. I never leave the house without my notebook and laptop. Anytime I’m not hanging out with Hannah, I sit and write. I’m currently working on a murder mystery, very similar to season one of Riverdale.

*buzzzzz* I look down at my phone to see a message from an unknown number.

“Hey Jane! It’s Peterson You free to hang out Friday night? I was thinking we could go on that date. Maybe dinner and a movie?”

“Yeah, I’m free. That sounds great, what movie?”

“Have you seen Booksmart yet?”

“No”

“Okay cool. I’ll pick you up at 6:30 on Friday”

“Sounds like a plan!” I hit send and flop back on the bed, beginning to ponder what to wear on a date with a guy like Peterson.

Friday night rolls around and I still can’t decide what to wear, so I pull out my favorite outfit; a white t-shirt with grey horizontal stripes, a tan brown oversized knit sweater, some dark blue skinny jeans that are cuffed at the bottom, and my black ankle boot wedges. “It’s 6:25,” I murmur to myself “he should be here soon”.

He pulls into the driveway at 6:29. I walk out to the midnight black 1967 Chevy Impala (I only know what kind of car it is because I watch Supernatural and Dean is such a babe). “Damn I’m glad I killed Brock, I would have never had a chance with you if he were still alive” Chris whispers into my hair as he pulls me in for a hug.

“Awe, that’s sweet. I would have given you a chan….. WAIT! did you just say you killed Brock?! WHY THE FUCK would you think that he would have stood in the way of you getting a date with me?!”

“I saw the way you looked at him, the longing in your eyes, the sadness that came along with knowing you couldn’t have him. You would have spent the rest of your junior year pining over a senior, that you had no flipping chance with. Brock didn’t even know you exist Janet!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I huff at him, knowing EXACTLY what he’s talking about. I’d spent every day since the beginning of freshman year wishing that Brock was dating me instead of that dumb cheerleader. “Please tell me you’re joking about having killed Brock?”

“If it makes you feel better, yeah, I’m joking.”

“Okay good”

We sit down in the back of the theater with our large white gatorades, popcorn, and junior mints. The lights dim and the movie begins.

*present time Jane telling story* “Ya know? Now that I think about it, I don’t remember anything about that movie. We made out through the whole thing.” *continue flashback*

We get in the car after the movie. I assume he’s taking me home. But after twenty minutes of driving in the opposite direction of my house, I speak up and ask “Where are we going? My house is the other way.”

“I want to show you something. If that’s okay?”

“Uh…. yeah that’s okay I guess. Can I know where we’re going at least?”

“Lake Ouachita”

Chris puts the car in park and turns to look at me. “So how are you with blood” he inquires in a voice so low, I almost didn’t hear him.

“Not too great. One time my dad and I went hunting and he killed a deer. When he cut into it, he accidentally slit it’s carotid artery; causing blood to squirt everywhere. Why do you ask?”

“Just come with me”

I hesitantly slide out of the car and follow him down to the waterfront. I can see an old tent that’s been torn to shreds, probably by the recent storms we’ve had. As we get closer to the former campsite, Chris turns on his flashlight. I follow the light with my eyes, not daring to move any further once he stops walking. My eyes first land on what appears to be a blood splattered machete. “That’s a little weird” I think to myself. Just past that, I see… A BODY?! AM I SEEING THIS CORRECTLY?!

*end flashback*

“Chris what are we doing here? Do the cops know about this? Did you do this?”

“I told you I killed Brock. I’m a serial killer JJ, it’s what I do.”

He turns towards the water, looking out at the houses across the lake; not realizing that I’ve gained one giant ass kife. I rear back, not yet used to the weight in my hand, taking a swing at Chris. I aim for his head, but miss and purge him of his left arm. He falls to the ground with a blood curdling scream. Seeing him laying on the ground writhing in pain, all I can think of is that damn mortal kombat game saying, “FINISH HIM!”. I plant my right foot on his chest to hold him in place, and swiftly behead him.

“Great! Now I have a dead body on my hands. What am I supposed to do?”

I wipe the blood that was on my hands on his chest, and remove my phone from my back pocket. “Hello? Hannah? I need some help. Meet me at Lake Ouachita.”

Forty minutes pass, and I start to wonder, “What if someone in one of those houses heard him scream and called cops? What if I get caught trying to hid the body?” Eventually, Hannah pulls up in her dad's Ford pickup. Luckily that man always keeps some tools and tarps in the bed. I’m so fortunate to have a friend like her.

“Thank god for Tumblr teaching me how to hide bodies” I joke as we bury the last piece of Chris.

*flash forwards 15 years*

As I sit here in my office at the Hot Springs Police Department, I contemplate my past. After that unusual first date, I gave up my dream of becoming a world renowned murder-mystery author, and enrolled in classes at the community college. Once I graduated with a degree in criminal justice, I joined the Police Academy.

The End

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