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arileartist · 1 year

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Free! Characters' s/o pranking them by pretending to take money from their wallets in front of them-Part 2

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Natsuya: (Scrolling through his phone, sipping on beer)

Y/n: (jumping onto his lap) My summertimeee~

Natsuya: (throwing his phone aside, hugging you facefirst into your stomach) Mmmm my little bubbs~ Where have you been today~?

Y/n:(giggling, sitting upright on his lap, you catch the sight of his wallet on the table in front of you) Nothing much hehe! I was just gonna do something~

Natsuya: Oh? And that would beeee?

Y/n:(taking Natsuya's wallet and opening it)

Natsuya:(quickly snatches the wallet from your hands and holds it high above your reach) Not so fast~ sneaky little fella aren't ya? Why do you need money from me?

Y/n: I.....I don't-!

Natsuya: (pinching your nose) Sure sure and the sun is actually covered in ice

Y/n: okok... No need to be that sarcastic... I was not trying to borrow money anyway...I wanted to keep this in your wallet...(hands him a neatly carved, round gemstone)

Natsuya: (admiring it carefully) what's this y/n?

Y/n: it's a good luck stone!I bought it cuz the shrine lady told me it would protect the person I gave it to!

Natsuya: (putting it in his pocket and punching your shoulder lightly) I already have my good luck charm right here~ I don't need another one?

Y/n: But I still want you to keep it with you. ALWAYS. I don't want you to ever get hurt 😤

Natsuya: (kissing your forehead and lifting you from your waist) Hahahaha, well if you insist!

(This guy is all games. He won't take your prank seriously, he'll probably see through it as he knows you very well, but rest assured, he's definitely showering you with return gifts once he gets the chance)

Sousuke: (doing grips in one hand and reading a book)

Y/n: (walks over to his wallet, giving him a glance before you take it)

Sousuke: (looks at you and smiles) Yo! G'morning

Y/n:(just nods, Picks his wallet and starts going through it)

Sousuke: (frowns, walks over to you and grabs his wallet) If you wanted money, you know you can just ask me? Now you're not getting it

Y/n:(looks at him, confused)

Sousuke:(sighs) What. Don't act surprised..

Y/n:(taking out a small penny and showing it to him) I had found this randomly under our bed...I thought it's yours so I wanted to keep it back in your wallet....

Sousuke: oh .... Sorry... And that is yours...

Y/n:huh?I don't keep pennies though...

Sousuke: (clenches it in your hand and smiles, walking back to the couch) it's a special one. I'm sure it's yours.

Y/n: (confused, walks back into their room) I really don't think.....I wouldn't just leave my spare change about...

Y/n: (takes a closer look at the penny and notices a small dent in it) special huh...

Y/n: (scratches at the dent, and it opens up) aha! So there's something inside..

Y/n:(takes off the metallic cover it the penny, and inside is a small, beautiful picture of you. You stare at it in awe, taking in its creativity) This is....so pretty...

Y/n:(yells) Thank you sou! I love you!!

Sousuke: (smiles to himself) Aye.

(I need to stop turning these into fluff stories jkdsnjsajaf! Anyways, this man has everything planned out and WILL make your prank fail by being one step ahead iykwim)

Kisumi: (singing along to a song that's blasting in his headset, he looks very happy)

Y/n: (sneaks up behind him and takes his wallet with one hand and quickly hides it behind, while tickling him with the other to remove suspicion) (Writer:I DO NOT CONDONE STEALING DON'T DO THIS SHIT IRL) Kissss-me!

Kisumi:( quickly turning around and catching you into a deep kiss, without warning)

Y/n:MMPHH!!

Kisumi: hehehe, so y/n~ what's the occasion?

Y/n:(trying to get yourself together) occasion?

Kisumi:(laughing and wrapping his arms around you, then quickly snatching back his wallet to your surprise)

Y/n:h-how did you-?

Kisumi: (narrowing his eyes) You didn't think I'd notice? Hehehe sneaky little one aren't you? (Comes close to your face) you do know that 'stealing' is bad manners, don't you? Unless you have a good reason to take my money like this, I'm not letting you off~

Y/n: it's not what you think...

Kisumi: oh~? Then what is it?

Y/n:(grabs his hand and puts a folded cheque on it)

Kisumi: 7500¥.... What's this y/n?

Y/n:(smiles at him and kisses his cheek) my first paycheck. I wanted to share it with you, since you're the reason I could push ahead and get this job. Thank you!

Kisumi: (stares at you for a couple of minutes, then hugs you tightly) You deserve everything in the world y/n! Look at this!! This is all yours! I didn't do anything hehehe! Let's go celebrate this right now! (You can feel his face getting a little wet from the few tears of happiness he shed

(This guy, will definitely see through the prank so you'd have to be smart, though now, a day full of celebration awaits, and who knows, at the end of it, you might recieve something special from him👀✨)

Asahi:(in his room, trying out outfits that he bought recently) Hmmmm.....

Y/n:(peeks inside) Asahiii~

Asahi: oh! Hey there y/n! Come in, I'm done changing.

Y/n: (sits on his bed, right next to his wallet that was lying around) hehehe thank you, so how are they?

Asahi: I like them! All of them fit perfectly and they look good too. Make me look hot~

Y/n: Aren't you already hot though ~

Asahi: (blushing a bit) I need to be centre of your attention so no other guy would catch your eye

Y/n:(laughing at his confidence and slowly taking his wallet) hehehe, in that case I need to up my game too y'know? I don't want you looking at anyone else as well(taking out a picture from his wallet and replacing it with a golden chain)

Asahi: (sees his wallet in your hands and the you just did something with it) Hey! What are you doing??

Y/n:(quickly putting aside the wallet) Huh? What do you mean??

Asahi:(comes close to your face and eyes you) HMMMMM I'm not that dumb y/n... You took money from my wallet didn't you?

Y/n: wha-no?

Asahi: fine. Don't tell me. I'm not talking to you then(pouts and turns away)

Y/n: ok check it if you want(handing over his wallet)

Asahi:(side-eyeing you and looking into his wallet) hmm whatever you say..

Asahi:(takes out the gold chain) Wh-What is this?? Y/n is this yours??

Y/n:(kisses his cheek) that's for you my adorable love~

Happy anniversary!

Asahi: (starts tearing up and hugs you tightly)Y/N IM SO SORRY I DOUBTED YOU!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO US!! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH I LOVE YOU!!

(Be prepared for a ride throughout your day! He's gonna make sure that his love is going to feel blessed to be with him today on your anniversary)

Hiyori: (Reading a book and laying in his bed)

Y/n: (walks into his room, over to his desk) Hiyoriii~

Hiyori: (smiles, looking at you) Y/n~

Y/n: I'm ordering dinner today!

Hiyori: oh... Don't we have food at home though?

Y/n: yeah but, I wanna eat something from outside

Hiyori :(smiles) okok, but don't buy something expensive. I'm fine with your normal take-out.

Y/n: (takes his wallet from the desk and opens it)

Hiyori: (looks at you confused) y/n...?

Y/n: Hmmm?(takes out a few bills)

Hiyori: y/n.. Don't take money from my wallet without asking like that....

Y/n: oh...

Hiyori: (walks over to you and puts his hand out, expecting you to give him back his wallet)

Y/n:(takes out your own wallet and replaces his money with a few of your own bills) here

Hiyori: what was that for?

Y/n: I didn't have spare change, just heavy notes so I wanted to exchange-

Hiyori: oh... That's it?

Y/n: yeah...

Hiyori: (looks at his wallet, doesn't say anything, smiles at you and ruffles your hair, going back to his bed) kay.

Y/n: sooo I'll order?

Hiyori: no. You still took my wallet without permission so you're not eating outside food.

Y/n: But Hiyoriiiiii~

Hiyori: Shut

Y/n:🥲

(yeah he's not going to let you off so easily. You're going to face his sassy side for the next couple of days, though, he'll still be the sweet, cutie pie he is)

(cracks knuckles, ~YES! BEST FOR THE LAST~)

Ikuya: (in the kitchen, frustrated a little and scrolling through his phone) hmmmm.... We're so out of groceries....tsk..I might need to go shopping again...

Ikuya: (opens his wallet and sets a few bills aside) I'll use these for now. The rest I'll use for buying that ice cream I wanted...I haven't bought my usual snacks in a long time...I miss eating freely...

Y/n: (scurries at Ikuya from behind and hugs him tightly) Ikuuuuuu~<3

Ikuya: (kissing your forehead) y/n! Good timing!

Y/n: hm? Oh~(reaches for his wallet and takes out a couple of bills)

Ikuya:.... What are you doing??

Y/n: oh I just... Can't find my wallet and I need a few hundred yen to pay for my parcel that's arrived

Ikuya: A few hundred?! What did you order??

Y/n: Aaaaaa secret hehehe

Ikuya: (looks at the money sadly. He can't hope to wipe your happiness away... Even if it meant sacrificing some of his own wants)oh... Okay...

Y/n:(kisses his cheek, but he doesn't react) Thank you Ikuu! I'll be right back~(runs off outside)

Ikuya:... Y/n didn't even ask before taking the money... Am I being too lenient? Should I say that I really didn't like what happened.. How much did-...? (Ikuya checks his wallet to find only 200¥remaining out of his 1500¥, he gasps, getting even more upset) Y/n! Come here!

Y/n:(comes back with a box and secretly hiding his money in your pocket) yess??

Ikuya: How much did you take??

Y/n: oh do the math hehehe

Ikuya: (sighs) I don't like this y/n... You didn't even have the basic decency of asking for permission before touching my wallet. You're my partner... But... Can't you give me some respect? Not only that... But you took a good amount from my wallet.... Did you ask if you could borrow money? What if I had really needed it? Have you been doing this for a while now? Is that why you're so comfortable with doing it?

Y/n:(yeah he's going to make you question why you pulled this prank on him) I....

Ikuya: Did you give it to the delivery person? Where's my money right now?

Y/n:(quickly takes out his money and hands it back)....sorry..

Ikuya: (shaking his head and counting) Sorry doesn't cut it y/n...I needed this for groceries too... We would've gone hungry otherwise..

Y/n:(trying to hug him, but he's not having it) Ikuya... It was a prank

Ikuya: (looks at you, confused) prank?

Y/n: yes- This box is actually empty...I was going to continue it, but...I couldn't upset you more

Ikuya: (dumbfounded) so... You weren't taking money from me?

Y/n:(shaking your head) no dummy...I would never do something like that! You know me well don't you?

Ikuya: oh... So I overreacted...

Y/n: no no! Leave it , I'm so sorry I didn't know you'd react like this I should've been a little more careful

Ikuya: (looks at you sadly) ok...

Y/n:(hugging him tightly and peppering his face with kisses) I love you... Forget about this ok? I'm sorry for pranking you like that..

Ikuya: (doesn't react much, just embraces you back) hmm...

(you two sit there for at least the next twenty or so minutes. Though, you quickly manage to make it up to him by treating him to his favourite snacks and ice cream, he was definitely cheered up by the end of the day)

❤️❤️ Thank you for reading❤️❤️

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boltupbitches · 1 year

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Joey Bosa - Gonna Make You Sweat

(18+ content ahead; NSFW)

((I need to go back and fix some typos - sorry for not getting a chance to right now.))

I could feel my muscles burning as I finished my last squat. Finally, I sighed with relief as I placed the weight I was using back down on the rack.

I joined Joey for an early morning workout in our gym this morning. It was off-season now, which meant we were back at his house in Fort Lauderdale.

This was the first time I was spending an extended amount of time with him at his place. Typically, we spent most of our time in LA when the season was in.

After the Chargers lost in the playoffs against the Jaguars, Joey was adamant I come back with him to his home town for a while.

As his girlfriend and his personal chef, I agreed to come along as I was all but living in his townhome in LA.

I wasn't really focusing on much else as I took a drink of my water, lost in thought, when I felt a hand slap me on my ass roughly.

I jolted forward with a gasp, turning around in shock at a smirking and shirtless Joey Bosa.

"I scare you?" He teased.

I just glared at him in return.

"I called your name twice. I had to get your attention somehow." He said.

I opened my mouth to fire back at him when I realized that his chest was glistening with sweat. He had a headband in, his hair pushed out of his face, and his gym shorts were slung a bit low, emphasizing the v-shape peeking out of the waistband.

It's funny how anytime he worked out, he started full dressed. Then, as time progressed, more and more clothing items were stripped off.

I wanted to tease him for it, but honestly the only thing I could stare at was his crotch. More importantly, the dick print growing prominent through the fabric.

He smirked at me and snapped his fingers to get my attention. "You have a one track mind."

"Me?" I scoffed at that. If anyone had a one track mind, it was him. Just a week ago I was trying to reach a spoon I dropped underneath the dining room table. Once I retrieved it and crawled back out from underneath, I saw Joey standing there, smirking to himself, obviously pleased with the sight of my ass in the air.

"Yeah, you." He walked closer and took my water. He squirted the water in his mouth and handed it back to me. "Sometimes I think you're only with me because of my body." He said, with a fake pout on his face.

"Get real. I'm clearly with you only for your money, your outstanding personality, and then finally your body." I said sarcastically, moving away from him and towards the treadmill. I could feel his eyes on me. "Stop staring at my ass!"

"Can't help it. It's mine and it looks good in those leggings." He said nonchalantly.

I flipped him the bird, stepping on the treadmill and ignoring his patronising chuckle. I wanted to finish my workout and whatever he had concotted while lifting would have to wait until afterwards.

It was quiet again as I built up to a steady jog, taking in the beautiful waterfront in front of me. The room Joey put his gym equipment in was amazing. Floor to ceiling glass windows that overlooked the nearby oceanfront. I could even see his boat.

I was lost in my thoughts when I suddenly realized that the treadmill was slowing down. I looked down in confusion, not understanding why, until I realized Joey had his phone connected to its bluetooth control and was likely fucking with me.

Well, if he wanted a game, I'd give him one.

I stopped the treadmill and stepped off, pretending to not notice what he was up to over at the bench he was sitting at, weights long forgotten next to him.

Instead, I walked to the center of the room and started to do some stretching, making sure my back was facing him.

I heard him curse quietly and then no other sound as I focused on my breathing and assumed the downward dog position, being certain to take my time as I groaned out at the stretch in my muscles.

I held the position for a few seconds when I heard heavy footsteps approaching me from behind.

I felt hands around my waist as I made the move to stand up, but the hand on my back kept me in position.

Joey pulled me back by my hips as he pressed his erection into my ass, grinding it and moaning at the friction of it.

I giggled and said up to him, "You started it."

"Yeah, I fucking did! The second you put that sports bra on and those fucking legs, I knew we weren't going to make the hour." He said gruffly.

I made to stand again and started to stand again, this time he allowed me and pulled me back against his chest.

We stayed like that for a moment, just breathing he each other in when Joey said, "I'm going to fuck you right now. I don't think we're going to make it to the bedroom."

I went to say something when he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me towards the mats he kept in the corner for stretching. He laid me down gently on them and went to work immediately in yanking my sneakers and socks off, tossing them haphazardly behind him before he grabbed the center of my new leggings and tugged at the front of the waist band, within seconds I could hear tearing as he ripped them down the middle and off managed to yank them off my legs.

"Joey! I just fucking bought those!"

"I'll buy you a new pair." He said back and proceeded to yank my bra up over my head.

I laid there naked, staring up at him as he rid himself of his footwear and yanked his pants and boxers down quickly, kicking them away, and crawl over me.

We made out languidly for a few moments, Joey rutting himself against my core.

I could feel a shiver run down his spine as I ran my nails lightly down his back, before bringing them back up to tangle in his hair.

He pulled back slightly, looking down at me. "You ready?"

I nodded, waiting eagerly to get this show going.

Within moments, he lined himself up and pushed the head of his cock in.

I moaned loudly as he bottomed out slowly. He was like that for a few moments, his head tilted down, sweat pouring from his earlier workout and being sexually worked up. He was cussing quietly to himself as he waited for me to adjust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. How the fuck are you still so tight after all this time?"

"Am I too tight or are you just too fucking big?" I shot back.

"Too big? You want smaller?" He asked rudely.

I glared at him, "Obviously not if I'm still fucking you."

"And I'm the only one you will be fucking. Let's keep it that way." He said with a smirk as he leaned down to kiss me before rising up again, gripping my legs to drape over his shoulder as he started to thrust.

He pressed a kiss to my ankle before increasing speed.

I was in total euphoria and could barely comprehend what was going on.

The only thing that could be heard in the gym was the sound of our love making and our moans.

I learned quickly early in our relationship that Joey could really get it up and going anywhere.

I'm just thankful it was here in his private gym and not when I was dropping off his meals at the Chargers training facility.

At some point, missionary was boring him and I found myself suddenly rolled onto my stomach, my knees shaking as he pulled me up into a semi-kneeling position, my lower back up in the air and my front pressed into the mat.

He was back inside me within moments and was pounding me even harder now.

I was sure I looked like a mess with tears running down my eyes at how good I was feeling in that moment, and my hair long since coming loose from the ponytail I had it in.

Joey pulled my front up suddenly and I was pressed into his back as he continued to thrust. We were kneeling together as he continued to rut into me, his hand coming around to stroke me while his other held firm against my throat, causing me to turn my head and lock lips with him.

I moaned loudly as he rubbed my clit faster, trying to help me get there. I pulled my lips from his and cried out loudly as I came, my body shaking as Joey held me firm against him, still thrusting into me from behind.

I felt him lower us onto the mat, my back still to his as he thrusted sloppily into me still, this time the pace becoming more erratic until his hips stuttered and he pressed deeply just once more before moaning loudly and cumming inside me.

We laid there for a few minutes, both completely spent, but still within each other's arms.

Joey hissed as he moved to pull himself out, gingerly rubbing his hand up my back and massaging it. "Sorry I was a bit rough." He said sheepishly.

I turned my head to smile back at him. "No need to apologize. I've definitely worked up a sweat," I said cheekily.

He laughed at that before leaning down to kiss my again. "I fucking love you."

"I love you too."

We laid there a few more minutes, just basking in each other's presence.

This was for sure the best workout I had in a long time.

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disneyfangrl100 · 17 days

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Chapter Eight: Radio killed The video Star

Charlie paced back in forth in the lounge room as she tried to come up with a plan. “Okay… So the extermination is coming in six months instead of a year. No big deal. Just a little setback. Nothing we can't handle. Just angels cutting our timetable in half.”

“But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right?!” Charlie says on the verge of a panic attack. “And next time when they cut the time in half again, and again, we'll just handle it, right?!”

Vaggie grabbed Charlie, calming her down. “Yes. We will.” Quasi agreed with his future sister in law. “She’s right Charlie we’ll get through this together.”

“Oh, please, ya had less then half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit.” Angel said. “Not helping, Angel.” Quasi said annoyed.

“Hey I’m just speaking facts sides… Angel’s phone buzzed as his phone was spammed with threatening messages from his boss. Look all I’m saying is… there ain't no silver lining this time.”

“Sure there is! We just...have to look a little harder for it!” Charlie said. “Well, while you're lookin', the rest'a hell's goin' nuts.” Angel said waving his phone in their faces.

“People are already freakin' out about the news. Look at what's happenin' in the Doomsday District.” He said scrolling down an article with the bottom showing a demon screaming in front of a fire. Suddenly a pink message popped up. It was from someone named… valentino. Charlie looked closer reading the text.

“Err, what is a...Donkey Show?” “Yeah and who’s Valentino?” Quasi asks. Angel seems to panic and turn the phone back around. “Aah, heh, nothin'.

“My boss, valentino is like that sometimes he’s just freaked out about the news too.” Quasi stared at him suspiciously but shrugged. He didn’t want to push Angel but he had a feeling he was hiding something. “Like I said, everyone's losin' their shit.” Angel said.

“Yeah, that's true. Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination?” Vaggie said. Charlie gasped.

“This is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel!” Angel laughed. “Cute idea and all, but you really gonna go out in all of this?”Angel says waving the phone. “Well, it's not like people are just gonna show up on our doorstep.” Quasi said.

Suddenly, a massive explosion created a freshly made hole in the wall. “What the… A large zeppelin floated outside. “Show yourself Alasssstor.” A voice shouted from the blimp. He saw a large snake demon sitting at the help.

“Come and face - the snake demon pauses for a moment when he notices Alastor absent from the freshly made hole. He then looks to see him sipping coffee on the balcony of the second floor. “Oh there you are - Face my wrath!” The creature shouts. “I’m sorry… who are you?”

“Who am I? Who am I?!” The snake says looking offended. “I am the great Ssssssir Pentious Inventor, architect of dessstruction, villain extraordinaire!” Alastor dissolved into a black shadow as he descended to the ground materializing aside Angel, Vaggie, and Charlie.

Niffty the small but crazy maid appears on Alastor’s shoulder “Ooooooh, he's a bad boy.” Niffty says excitedly.

Alastor scoops Niffty up and drops her to the ground. “Aha, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you.” Pentious looked at him annoyed. “I attacked you literally last week.” Alastor cocked his head to one side.

“We've done battle, like... 20 times.” Pentious said. “Well, you must have been really bad at this.” Alastor said. “Silence! Now cower!”

“For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal.” Pentious said.

Niffty reappeared on Alastor's shoulder. “Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?” She asked confused.

“Oh, nobody important.”

“No body important! They’re only the three most powerful overlords ever!” Quasi said. “I’ve never met or seen any of them but I’ve seen vox before whenever I try to watch tv on my phone. I did see him once though… in person.

“I have a friend at VoxTech who hacked my phone so I could access tv from earth.” Alastor chuckled. Clever boy… but like I said… they’re nobody important.

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Meanwhile deeper in the pride ring A large crowd stood in front of a store as they watch an advertisement on the tvs facing the window showing off a spy drone. “New VoxTek designer voyeur scopes, Peeping on the neighbors has never been more stylish. VoxTek! Trust us with your money!”

The Crowd immediately stampeded into the store coming out with boxes with voyeur scopes.

“This week's episode of "Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?" is brought to you by VoxTek. Trust us with your entertainment!” Said another Ad for a tv show. A large room with tvs showing off numerous consumers as appears as the words "trust us" repeats and overlaps. Meanwhile hidden away in the Vees tower Vox; the tv headed leader of the Vees watches his consumers laughing maniacally.

“Now that's good television!” . Suddenly his screen/ face shifts to reveal an icon of Velvette another one of the Vees.

Vox uses his powers to transfer the call to one of the other screens lining the room. The camera turned on revealing Velvette in her studio, her pink and purple hair in a large ponytail. “Hello “There, Velvette! How are you this hellish morning?” Vox says a wide smile appearing on his screen.

“Oh, cut the shit, Vox. I need you up here now!” She said urgently. “Whatever could be the problem, my dear?” Vox asked with a fake smile. “Your little boy toy is wrecking my apartment, while I'm trying to pull together a show and…FUCKING BITCH! Valentino screams off camera.

“Just get your ass here, NOW! ...Damn it, Valentino!” Velvette shouts as she ends the call. The call ends, and Vox's smile fades away as he gets up with an annoyed sigh, before fixing up his bowtie. “Oh god.”

“Here I go, Valentino.' Just another fucking day with Val. Hey-hey-hey. Fuck my life.” Vox says ashe walks onto the elevator platform as it Rises to the next floor.

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Vox steps out of the elevator sighing as he puts on a smile for a crowd of reporters. They shout at him pointing their microphones at him asking him numerous questions. “Mr. Vox! What are your thoughts about the new extermination deadline?” Asks one of the reporters.

Vox smiles with fake sincerity as he addresses the crowd. “My dear people! We at VoxTek Enterprises have always been at the forefront of innovation. And now, with this new oncoming threat, we are shifting our focus, to your protection. We are pleased to announce… Vox reveals an ad that read VoxTek Angelic Security in gold letters.i

“VoxTek Angelic Security Is coming soon! Trust us, with YOUR safety.” Vox says using his left eye to hypnotize the crowd the same way he hypnotizes the rest of his consumers. “Uh sir, when did we begin working on Angelic Security?” Asks an intern.

“Thirty seconds ago.” Vox says as he walks off. “Try to get that bitch Carmilla on the books and cancel all my appointments today. I have a fire to put out upstairs.” And with that his body morphs into electricity and generates itself into the security camera on the wall.

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Velvet stands in her studio glaring at four of her designers holding up dresses to show her for her show. “Ugh. No. Unacceptable. You're fired.”

However one designer pisses her off more than the other. “What is this? WRIST RUFFLES?! Is this 1750?! BURN IT like the witches who wore it!”

Vox appears next to her as she sends the designers away, rubbing her temple. “Velvette! I can see you're busy. Tell me, where's our hot-headed friend now?” Velvette glared at him.

“Up in his tower, waiting for a flat-faced prince to calm him down!” She says angrily. Vic sighs plastering another fake grin across his screen. “And uh, what's got him so out of sorts today?” He chuckled.

“Who knows? But he tore up my best model! And you know, the show can't wait for that unlucky bitch to pull herself back together!” She says as she called over one of her interns. “Melissa! Get over here!”

The intern known as Melissa nervously runs in front of the mirror as Velvette uses her overlord powers to change her outfit by swiping her hand, one after another until she spots the one she likes. “No. No. Hideous. I want to die. Eww. (gasp) Yes! That's the one.”

“Ahh, looks like you have everything under control here.” Vox says. “Of course, I do! Fuck you!” Velvette says flipping him off. “Now shoo! Take care of the piss baby!”

Vox goes upstairs to the tower and is greeted by two moth demons who open the door for him. Once inside he finds Valentino sitting on his couch surrounded by a fog of red smoke. When Val notices Vox, he sits up with fury in his glowing red eyes. “Fucking FINALLY!” Valentino growls throwing an empty glass.

“Kitty! Another drink!” The robot jester next to him nods as it quickly disappears reappearing with another drink. “Ugh! Can you believe what that piece of shit did?”

“THE UNGRATEFUL WHORE!!!” Valentino shouts tossing his drink at Vox, who side steps narrowly avoiding the glass as it shatters on the ground. “Uh, which whore are we talking about this time?”

“Fucking Angel Dust! Who the hell else would I be talking about?!” Valentino growled as he walked past him. “That fucking SLUT walked out on me!ME! I fucking made him!”

“Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes.” “Oh! Angel quit?” Vox asked. “NO!”

“He didn't fucking quit! It's worse!” He said taking Vox's phone as he threw it at the wall. “He MOVED!!!”

“He thinks he can just walk in here, work, and then go home somewhere else? Can you FUCKING believe that?!” Valentino says walking to his personal closet as he tore it open. “He thinks he can run off and shack up with Lucifer’s bimbo daughter! And her freak of a brother.

Vox frowned. “Angel is... living with Lucifer's children?”

“YEAH! That BITCH Chuckie or Chandler, or I dunno- Something mannish like that and I don’t know what the brothers name is. They got this hotel and-Which of these makes me look sexier?” Valentino says holding up two long pistol guns: a long revolver and a semi-pistol. ”Heh. What are you doing, Val? You're not going over there.”

“That slippery twink is gonna remember who owns him. I'm gonna FUCK everyone in that rancid shit hole, I swear to god!” Before he can finish loading the gun Vox grabs him by the collar and shoves him to his face, clearly furious his screen bright.

VAL! Vox says his voice distorted. Vox calms down chuckling. “Hehe. Think about it…Vox say walking Valentino towards the window, taking away one of his guns and putting it in his pocket.

“Our brand is, perfection. And what do you think chasing whores around town will, do for our image?” Val frowned. “Um.....fuck it up?” “Right! Do you want people thinking you can't control your employees?” Val looked at him insulted.”No!”

“Exactly! And hey, you still have him under contract. He isn't going anywhere! SO...you should...Do nothing?” The sound of a winning slot machine played over Vox’s speakers.

“Great idea! Now that's why they pay you the Big bucks.” Vox says pinching the moth man’s cheek. “Ugh…but I really wanted to shoot someone.” Val says crossing his arms with a disappointed scowl as he He pulls out a cigarette placing it in his red cigarette holder as Vox lights it with his powers.

“Well, lemme call up the lowest earners this month.” He said walking over to a row of TV’s on the wall. “Ohh, you know me too well.” Val chuckles and blowing a red smoke ring in the shape of a heart. “Ya know....Angel isn't the only one spending time at this Ratty Hotel with the devil's Príncipe and princesa.”

Said Valentino grinning mischievously. “Oh? Who else is there? Someone who, owes you money?” Valentino Chuckles.

“Someone who owes us much more than money ...the Radio Demon is there.” Upon hearing those words, electricity courses through Vox's head, as his sharp claws dig into the desk so hard it leaves scratch marks. Vox gave a small ominous laugh turning to Valentino.

“What did you just say?” Vox said in a distorted voice. “You heard me.”

“Alastor... came back...and he is with Lucifer's children , and that wasn't the… FIRST FUCKING THING YOU TOLD ME?!?!?!” Vox shouted grabbing Valentino by the collar.

“Hey! killing Alastor is your kink.”Valentino says freeing himself as he turns on the tv showing a recording from one of their VoxTek Voyeur scopes.

It shows Alastor using his powers to attack Sir Pentious’s zeppelin, laughing maniacally as he hears Pentious’s screams “Arrgh! Oh! Please! Stop!” Sir Pentious pleads.

“Um...Alastor! I think he's had enough.” Charlie said. “I agree Alastor I think maybe you’re going a bit too far.”

“Nah. He's got a few more hits in him.” Angle joked. “Angel!” Quasi said shocked.

“What it’s a joke. I was joking.“Sir Pentious fell through the window of his zeppelin landing in front of Alastor face first on the ground below. Alastor twirled his staff smiling. “Thanks for another forgettable experience.”

Alastor says as one Pentious’s egg minions falls and cracks ope in front of Charlie. “Thank you... for letting your guard down! ”Sir Pentious says laughing as he uses his long tail to tear part of Alastor's coat. “Aha! Yah! Oh, shit... Sir Pentious says looking up to see Alastor's shadow transform in front of him as Alastor makes a noise similar to a wild elk.

A massive green explosion sends Sir Pentious flying off across the city screaming as he disappears from sight. “Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor! Best of luck, chums.”

“Wait, you're leaving?! Alastor! We need your help! We need you to do your job.” Vaggie says.

“We need a wall.”Angle says gesturing to the hole in the wall. “Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?!”

With a snap of his fingers, black ink demons appear with construction tools as Alastor walks away. Angel takes an interest and looks at one of the larger muscular demons as he shoves Vaggie away as he approaches him.

“Hey, sweet cheeks. Whatcha doin' later? I love me a man with a giant ...tool.”

Valentino scowls at the scene, leaning his face against the screen. “See?! Look how he flirts with that guy, and he's not even paying! Who is that?”

“I'm gonna fucking kill his whole fucking family!” It was then that Val noticed the prince in the background… he was blushing. Val grinned. “Well, well it looks like Lucifer’s ugly duckling’s got a little crush on angel… this might prove useful… what do you think Vox?” However Vox was still focused on Alastor.

“Vox?” Valentino says slamming his fist on the table. “VOX!”

Vox was paying little attention as he watched Alastor leave his appearance static and out of focus.

“That FUCKER is back!” Vox said glitching. Valentino grins as he realizes the situation and walks to his lover. “Yeah! I thought he was gone for good too!”

“It's been seven years!” Vox growled. “You still pissed that he almost beat you that time?”Valentino says pinching his boyfriend’s cheek. “Uh, FUCK YOU.” Vox snapped.

“Just saying. “ said Valentino shrugging. “Things have changed a lot since he left town!”

“THAT'S for sure.” Valentino said. Smugly. “I gotta send a message of who's REALLY in charge of things now!”

Vox returns downstairs to his tv room as he hooks himself up to the mainframe as he prepares for a broadcast. He smiles as he starts to sing.

♫ Welcome home! ♫

♫ I'm gonna make you wish that you stayed gone!♫

Vox sings, electricity coursing through him as he sits in his chair, turning his face to the numerous screens.

Vox: ♫ Say hello to a new status quo, ♫

Vox presses a big red button, and 4 cords latch themselves to the ports on the back of his head, connecting himself to his TV networks.

Vox: ♫ Everyone knows that there's a brand-new dawn, turn the TV on! ♫

Director: Camera, speeds, rolling in three, two...

Chorus: ♫ Wel-come to the show! ♫

Vox appears as a news anchor as he talks about his hatred for Alastor. Little did he realize the broadcast was being viewed by everyone in hell… or at least everyone in the pride ring. Including a certain angelic prince. Quasi frowned looking at the broadcast on his phone as Vox appeared. Though he had a feeling Vox insulting Alastor on live television would only piss him off.

Vox: ♫ Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has-been who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven-year absence. Did anybody miss him, did anybody notice? More on tonight's program. ♫

Vox: ♫ So, the Radio Demon is back in town! ♫

Vox: ♫ Why is he hanging around? ♫

Vox: What does that mean for your family?

♫ Well, handily, I've got good news! ♫

♫ He's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostile, ♫

Vox & Chorus: ♫ But the demon is a coward! ♫

Vox: ♫ You can take that as gospel. Pulling my viewers? Impossible! I'm visual, he's barely audible! Stop giving him the time of day! ♫

Vox: ♫ Don't listen to a word he'd say. ♫

Vox ♫ I hope he had a nice vacay! ♫

Vox & Chorus: ♫ But he should have stayed away! ♫

Alastor who had just finished getting his coat tailored. notices the crowd watching Vox’s broadcast as exits the tailors shop. He smiles a mischievous grin as walks away as Vox continues singing.

Vox: ♫ While he hid in radio, we pivoted to video! ♫

He sings on screen pulling out an uncooked bloodied deer head from an oven caked in blood.

Vox: ♫ Now his medium is getting bloody rare! ♫

In a hallway in V Tower, Vox jumps, twirls and then pulls Valentino and Velvette into a hug

♫ Hell's been better since he split, ♫

♫ Where's he been? ♫

♫ Who gives a shit?! ♫

However to Vox’s displeasure and quasi delight as he tried to hold back a laugh. As Vox’s broadcast is taken over by Alastor. The Audio broadcasting from his radio station tower attached to the top corner of the Hazbin Hotel.

Alastor: ♫ Salutations! ♫

Alastor: ♫ Good to be back on the air. ♫

Alastor:♫ Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast. ♫ Quasi burst into laughter enjoying Alastor insulting Vox.

♫ Sinners rejoice! ♫

♫ What a dated voice! ♫ Vox sang

Alastor: ♫ Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast. ♫

Vox: “COME ON!”

Alastor: ♫ Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? ♫

Alastor: ♫ Flitting between this fad and that. ♫

Alastor: ♫ Is nothing working? ♫

Vox: “IGNORE HIS CHIRPING!”

Alastor: ♫ Every day he's got a new format! ♫

Vox: “YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE!”

Vox and Chorus: ♫ He's the shit that comes before that! ♫

Alastor: ♫ Is Vox as strong as he purports? ♫

Alastor: ♫ Or is it based on his support? ♫

Alastor: ♫ He'd be powerless without the other Vees! ♫

Vox: “Oh, PLEASE.”

Alastor: ♫ And here's the sugar on the cream. ♫

Alastor: ♫ He asked ME to join this team! ♫

Vox: “Hold on!”

Alastor: ♫ I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea. ♫ Quasi laughed so hard his side hurt. It was no wonder Vox hated Alastor. It also explained why Alastor had not been entirely thrilled when they’d been trying to film the hotel’s commercial.

Pissed Vox’s screen face starts to glitch and crash as he gets angrier. Vox: [Glitching.] ♫ You o-old timey PRICK! I'll show y-you suffering! ♫

Alastor: ♫ Uh oh, the TV is buffering! ♫

[Vox’s circuits overload as he crashes. Vox: [Signal breaking up.] ♫ I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU-YOU LIT-T-LE—♫ Vox's screen face and voice overload and crashes, before Vox involuntarily lets out an outburst that overloads everything from the TV screens to Valentino, Velvette's and even quasi’s phone which shocks him causing him to drop it but luckily it is unharmed. But everywhere in Pentagram City, suffers a citywide blackout with the exception of the Hazbin Hotel.

Alastor: ♫ I'm afraid you've lost your signal. ♫ Alastor says. Suddenly quasi gets an eerie feeling as his supernatural senses go off.

Quasi sees a blurred image of Alastor on his phone as he begins to sing.

♫ Let's begin. ♫

♫ I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone! ♫

Meanwhile in the tower Alastor begins to shift into his true demonic form with every sentence his antlers growing bigger.

♫ Tune on in. ♫

♫ When I'm done, your status quo will know it's race is run! ♫

♫ Oh, this will be fun! ♫

Alastor says an evil laugh before cutting off Vox's signal throughout the city, leaving the Overlord dismayed that Alastor is still as popular and powerful as he was last time. Vox: FUU-UU-UCK!

Quasi shrugs putting his phone back in his pocket as it returns to normal. “People sure do like to sing here.”

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Meanwhile in The Vee’s tower Vox calls emergency meeting with Himself , Velvette, and Valentino to discuss the matter of Alastor as the robot val named , Kitty, pass out drinks to each of them.

“We have a problem. Alastor is getting close to prince and princess Morningstar, so our main concern now is ensuring that no deal is ever struck between Lucifer's BRATS and that smiling freak!”

“Well, how exactly are we supposed to stop it?” Velvette asked confused. Valentino sat putting glue on his revolver so he could add glitter and marbles to it.

“Put something inside them. That's how I get the bitches to behave.” Vox frowned. “Not helping… then again… didn’t you mention that you think that the prince has a crush on Angel?”

“Definitely I know one when I see one.”

“That could be useful for later… then again maybe someone on the inside isn't such a bad idea. Do you think Angel would?” Valentino shrugged. “That lanky prick won't even return my calls.”

Vox sighed. “We need someone who Little Miss Bleeding Heart would take in.”

“Someone...pathetic, desperate, with no direct ties to us?” Said Velvette.

“I employ every down on their luck loser this side of Hell. Who the fuck is left?” ValentinoI asked.

Vox grinned as he got an idea. “I think, I have... JUST the one.”

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Back at the hotel, Alastor's black and white demons are currently fixing the hole in the wall as Charlie, Vaggie and quasi return. Charlie throws herself onto a couch, exhausted.

“Soooo? How'd it go?”

“Not a single new recruit.” Quasi says leaning against the wall. “Yeah well, who would wanna use their last days not fucking and fighting?”

As Angel checks his phone, Vaggi hears a knock on the front door. She walks over to it and opens the door, only to find Sir Pentious behind it, holding his hat.

“Why, hello my dear”- Sir Pentious is cut off by Vaggie punching him in the face. He falls as Vaggie points her spear at him. Sir Pentious cowers in fear with the tip barely at his neck. “Wait, wait, wait! I come in peaccce.”

“What are you doing here?” Charlie and quasi appear behind her back. “Vaggie, what's the problem?” Charlie gasps. “Oh! Hello again!”

“I didn't come looking for a fight. I uhh.. I heard that you're helping people, people who want to be better?” Charlie lets out a gasp and runs over to grabs his hand and leads him to the door of the hotel. Quasi watches the snake demon with suspicion. Like Vaggie he didn’t entirely trust him… and yet he couldn’t sense anything threatening about him.

He could sense if someone was a threat by reading their aura. And the snakes wasn’t threatening. It was a pale red with a tiny black spot in the middle but it wasn’t a cause for alarm. However what surprised him was when he flinched when Charlie grabbed his arm. The snake reminded him a little bit of himself.

Maybe he wasn’t as evil as he’d first appeared. “ You heard right! Welcome to our home of healing, our resort of restoration, our- Angel appeared in the door cutting Charlie off.

“Are you fucking nuts? This chump was trying to kill us like literally six hours ago! And now you wanna bring him in here to live with us?” Frowned Angel. “Absolutely!”

“This place is about second chances, and who deserves one more than this slithery…slippery… special little man!” Quasi chuckled. He loved his sister. She always saw the best in people… and demons. He was a little bit more cautious but he was willing to trust in his sister.

“Aren't you supposed to protect this place?” Angle asked Vaggie. Charlie gives her the puppy-dog eyes, begging Vaggie to give Sir Pentious a chance to live in the hotel. Vaggie sighs giving in. “I guess he's not much of a threat without the war machine, or even with the war machine.

Sir Pentious' cobra head flaps down with depression, sighing. Charlie hugs Vaggie, lifting her up in the process and twirling her around once. “Oh! Thank you thank you thank you thank you! Sir Pentious! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

Charlie says leading Sir Pentious into the hotel. “ Oh no darling! Thank you! You won't regret this.”

Angel looks at Quasi. “I can’t imagine you’re ok with this?” Quasi sighs rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I… I don’t know I mean he doesn’t feel or look like a threat.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I have this… gift; among my other powers. I can see people’s aura’s.” Angel grinned. “Wait seriously? What’s mine look like.

“It’s pink…though it’s a little faded… are you ok?” Angle looked annoyed. “Course’ I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Are you sure? You seem… stressed.” Angel laughed. What are you a fucking empath to?” Quasi shrugged. “I guess. These powers started showing up the day we had the meeting with Adam.”

“His aura was gold and black though there was a lot more black than gold.” Angle patted him on the back. These new powers of yours must be tough to deal with. Do you want to talk about it?” Angel placed a hand on his shoulder.

Quasi pulled away. “I-I should go make sure Charlie’s doing alright. I just hope I’m right about this new guy. Angel shrugged. “Eh, I give him a week, tops.”

When they entered the hotel Charlie was giving a Sir Pentious the tour of the hotel, introducing Husk to him as well as the wall he blew up before it was fixed. “So, this is the bar and the bartender. This is the curtain, and this is the new wall after you broke the last one, heh, and oh! Oh! This is the”-Vaggie grabbed Charlie to calm her down.

“Babe, you don't have to show him every detail.”

“Yeah I think he gets it.” Quasi laughed patting Sir Pentious on the back. “Wow you are really slimy. Quasi said wipping his hand on his clean red pants.

“Sorry, I'm just so excited to have our first real guest!”

“Uh, what the hell am I then?” Angel said offended. “Well, you're an important part of our family here Angel, but you uhm, uh…Constantly make us look bad, sexually harass the staff, and have literally never once tried to improve?” Vaggie said cutting Charlie off.

“What she means is, it's just nice to have someone interested for once.”

Quasi notices the sadness in Angels eyes. He feels bad but he knows he can’t help him unless he tells him the truth of what really bothering him.

Niffty sits on the carpet playing with Keekee; the hotel’s resident pet and the little soul of the hotel. However as Charlie and Sir Pentious approach Keekee hisses at the snake and scatters away while Niffty turns to greet them.

“Over here we have our maid Niffty.”

Niffty Gasps recognizing Sir Pentious. “The bad boy is back!” Niffty climbs onto Sir Pentious and holding him by the collar, as looks into his eyes with her single insane red eye and a very sadistic smile, which creeps him out.

“Never leave me again.” Niffty says in a creepy whisper. “Down girl. Quasi said prying Niffty off him. Sorry about that.

“We're about 80% sure she's harmless. Quasi said laughing awkwardly.

“And over here we have- Charlie is cut off as she nearly bumps into Alastor. “

Oh! Uh, Alastor! Our gracious facility manager! You've met our newest guest Sir Pentious…hehe… Alastor grins. “Ah yes!You're the one who ruined my coat!”

Alastor's eyes glow red in the dark with a violent temptation to rip him a part. “I definitely remember you now.” He said in a sinister tone. Sir Pentious gulps nervously. “Well, I guess this is a great time for your first lesson!”

Charlie Clears her throat. "How to apologize! The first step to becoming a better person is to admit when you are wrong, why don't you give it a try?”Sir Pentious looks nervous but gives Alaster an awkward smile.

“Yes..uhm.. Mr uhm.. Radio Demon sir, please forgive me for attacking you and ruining your very lovely coat.. uhm.. here.” As a token of apology, Sir. Pentious hands back the small fabric he tore from Alastor's coat. Alaster takes it and inspects the damage. “Ah-Ho!Not many people have been able to take even this much off me, it must have meant quite a lot to you.”

Despite being generous, Alastor spontaneously combusts the fabric tear into green flames, leaving Sir Pentious and Charlie stunned. Later they all sat in the living room as Charlie thought up a new activity.

“Now, with a new resident, I think it's important we all get to know each other! So we are going to play a little game. “Everyone, follow me. My name is Charlie .” Charlie clapped twice.

“I like to sing!” She clapped twice again. “And when we get to know each other it's the greatest thing! “ Said clapping twice once more as she pointed at Sir Pentious. “ My name's Sir Pentious.” He said clapping twice.

“I like to build.” He said clapping twice a second time. “And despite my stupid Egg Bois, I think I'm very skilled!” When it was Angel's turn, however he looked disinterested, looking up from his phone. “This is stupid.”

“This- is not- stupid! *claps twice* It's just a game! *claps twice* Sir Pentious did it well so now please try to do the same!”*claps twice*

“I am too sober for this.” Angel said annoyed. “Well, get used to it and learn how to play, this is gonna be your whole day! Vaggie said clapping twice.

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That night Angel lies down on his bed as he glumly looks at his phone and sees all his voice mails from Valentino. Angel sighs and begins to play them each one at a time unaware that someone was at the door listening.

Angel I understand tonight must’ve been rough for you. Charlie wanted me to check on you are you ok?” He got no response. “Hello?”

He pressed his ear to the door straining to hear inside. He heard a voice that didn’t sound like Angel. It almost sounded like… a voicemail. Though unlike the ones he got from his dad and Charlie these were far from kind or caring. Though the tone shifted friendly and apologetic to a barrage of screams threats of violence.

Valentino (voice message): “Angel baby, come home! It's not the same without you here, I miss you! Come back.”

“ANGEL, YOU BITCH! IF YOU DON'T COME HOME, YOU'LL BE FUCKING GREASY TRUCKERS FOR THE NEXT YEAR!”

“Hey, amorcito, I didn't mean to yell, but you know how crazy you make me- YOU FUCKING SLUT! Hey, Angie! About earlier-KILL YOUR WHOLE FUCKIN' FAMILY! Work's really stressful! LITTLE COCKSUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!”

Valentino: “You actually think you can change? Addict trash like you doesn't change. I'll see you soon, baby.” Quasi’s hands ball into fists. “So you his was what Angel had been hiding.

His boss had been sending him threatening messages. He didn’t know much about The Vee known as Valentino… what he did know is that he wouldn’t leave Angel alone until he returned home to him.

“Sorry, not now, Fat Nuggets.” He heard Angel say to her pet pig. Quasi froze realizing Angel was leaving the room. Before he could move the door flies open as he comes face to face with Angel.

He half expected him to be Angry but instead he just looked surprised. “How much of that did you hear?” Quasi hesitated. “All of it… why didn’t you tell me… or Charlie… we could help you.” Angel sighed.

“Walk with me. He followed him downstairs. The hotel was quiet and everyone was asleep. “I’m sorry you had to hear all that… but there’s nothing you can do… he owns my soul.”

“I know how you feel.” Angel frowned. “Not that I’ve ever sold my soul!” He sighed. “I was raised by a corrupt judge. “

“Yeah Charlie told me about him. He tried to burn Charlie at the steak. I’d’ve payed to see the look on his face when he realized she wouldn’t burn.” Quasi laughed. “Yeah it was a little funny.”

“Anyways… he wasn’t exactly the best father figure. He was abusive. Both verbally, mentally, and physically. “He hit you?” Angel said shocked. Quasi nodded.

“It’s fine. I feel better now knowing his soul is rotting down here in hell where it belongs.” “Yeah that’s good.” Said Angel smiling. “Hey you want a drink?”

Angel asked approaching Husks empty bar as he picks up a whole bottle. “I’m good.” Angel shrugs and starts drinking. However Angel pauses as he notices something out of the corner of his eye. Quasi looks in the direction he’s looking in time to notice something slithering away.

“What the?” Angel runs of down the hallway and he follows. They find finding Charlie's office door open as they take and takes a peek inside. There, they discovers Sir Pentious setting up a small camera in one of the bookshelves, a camera that obviously belong to Voxtech.

Angel jumps into action slightly drunk as he slams open the door open. “You slippery little shit!” Sir Pentious yelps realizing he’d not only been caught by Angel but the princess’s brother as well. Who stares at him arms crossed over his chest disappointed. “You're working for the Vees?”

“I fucking knew there was something shitty about you.” Sir Pentious denies everything. “I don't know what you're talking about!…whore bug!” He said with a smirk.”

Angel, sufficiently pissed off, tackles Sir Pentious on the ground. He punches him in the face before wrestling with him. “Quasi wanted to mad at the snake for insulting his friend and secret crush but he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Get your aggressively average body…OFF OF ME!” Sir Pentious shouted as he uses his hypnotic powers on Angel. Angel becomes momentarily stunned.

“Fuck!” [Angel stumbles back as he snaps out of it as he corners Sir Pentious. Right then, Charlie and Vaggie walk in.

“What's going on?” Charlie said yawning. “Shit.” Quasi swears realizing they’d woken his sister. “This little bitch is a traitor!” Angel says slurring his words.

“Preposterous! I would never betray you. You... are my best friends!” Sir Pentious said hugging Charlie and Vaggie. “Seriously we literally just caught you.” Said quasi annoyed.

“Yeah then explain this!”

Angel lifts off one of the books revealing the hidden camera, much to Charlie's shock. Sir Pentious realizes that his cover is blown and scurries away. Frightened. He brings out his wrist watch to make contact with Vox.

“Ah! Ah! Abort! Abort! S.O.S! Agent Pentious in need of immediate evacuation!” Vox immediately picks up. “Pentious? Wait… you were caught?!? It hasn't even been, a day!” Vox laughed.

“Please! You've got to get me out of here!” The poor snake begged. “I can't believe we thought you could handle even something this simple! Do us a favour, if they don't kill you, go ahead and do it yourself!”

“You MISERABLE FAILURE!” Quasi noticed tears in the snakes eyes. He almost felt bad for him. His aura was grey like a storm cloud. He hated people like Vox; who took advantage of others.

Sure Pentious acted like a villain but that was because people expected him to be… but maybe he didn’t have to be.

“I... I… just make it quick I guess…not that I deserve it.” Sir Pentious said as he lay on the ground, with Vaggie holding a spear ready to pierce his skull. “Gladly.” She said.

However before he could be put out of his misery, Charlie and quasi stopped her, as Charlie held out her hand to him.

“Pentious?”

Pentious opened his eyes to find Charlie smiling down at him, her hand extended.

Charlie: ♫ It starts with sorry, that's your foot in the door. ♫

Charlie: ♫ One simple sorry, spoken straight from your core.♫

Charlie: ♫ The path to forgiveness, is a twisting trail of hearts! ♫

Charlie: ♫ But sorry is where it starts! ♫

Sir Pentious: ♫ Who could forgive a dirtbag like me? ♫

Sir Pentious: ♫ I don't deserve your amnesty. ♫

Angel and Vaggie walked towards him Angel with a gun and Vaggie with her spear. Angel Dust and Vaggie: ♫ Can't we just kill him? ♫

Angel Dust and Vaggie: ♫ Shoot him and spill his blood? ♫ They said pointing their weapons at the frightened reptile.

Charlie: ♫ That's an option you could choose. ♫

Angel Dust and Vaggie: ♫ Works for us. ♫ Quasi blocked Angel as Charlie grabbed Vaggie spear.

Charlie: ♫ But who hasn't been in his shoes? It starts with sorry. ♫

Sir Pentious: ♫ Sorry. ♫

Charlie: ♫ Dig down deeper and say one sincere sorry! ♫

Sir Pentious: ♫ I'm so sorry! ♫ He said to quasi who gave him a forgiving smile and a pat on the back.

Charlie: ♫ And your journey's underway! ♫

Charlie and Sir Pentious: ♫ It'll take time to cover your/ my vast multitude of sins ♫

♫ But sorry is where it begins. It starts with sorry. ♫

“I hated that song!” Said Niffty who was standing in the hallway in her pajamas with a disappointed scowl. “Why are you so lame?!” Niffty says kicking his tail as she walks away.

“Not a bad boy.” She mumbles “You’ll get used to it.” Quasi said patting him on the back again as he let out a tired yawn. “Good first day! Let's get some rest!”

Charlie said as she and the others leave the room; the wrist watch communicator still on the office floor. Alastor appears from the shadows of the dark hallway with a malevolent smile as he picks up the watch using his magic to revive the watch.

“WHAT?!?” Vox says his face appearing on the watch. Vox pauses when he realizes that Alastor is the one calling him. “You'll have to try harder than that next time, ol' pal!” Alastor says crushing the watch with his bare hand as Vox incoherently screams at him as the watch becomes incapable of creating audio, before Alastor retreats back into the darkness, chuckling his smile the last thing to disappear into the shadows.

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Okay, idk of anyone has talked about this yet cuz I've had tfatws filtered till I could watch the 3rd ep, but...

What would you do if you're Sarah, and you call your brother cuz you're worried about your finances, and your last plan didn't go so well, and you really need to come up with something soon, and you know he has a lot on his plate right now, but you call him anyways.

And it takes him a sec to pick up, and you're worried you might hit voicemail, but he finally picks up on the last ring, and for some reason he can't even figure out why your calling??

And then he starts talking aggressively about banks and money laundering for some reason? And he threatens to kill the banker, and then maybe buy the bank?

And then he hangs up?

Like? What??

What would you do???

#i dont even know #i wouldn't be sure i could believe my ears #I'd just sit and stare at the phone in confusion once i had a chance to think for a second #like i know she got distracted at the end #but afterwards she's gotta have just been like #????#tfawts spoilers #tfatws #sam wilson #sarah wilson

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miyacreampie · 3 years

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Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡

“Senpai~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.

note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.

Requested by anon ♡

Male pronouns used

Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.

(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.

In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.

To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.

🌇🌇

Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.

“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”

“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”

Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”

“No. No it's not.”

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Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.

“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”

“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”

The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.

When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.

“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”

(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”

“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.

“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.

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Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.

(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”

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As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.

Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.

“Something wrong?”

“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.

A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.

Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”

Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.

Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.

Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.

Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)

A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.

They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.

“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.

Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.

(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.

‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.

🏙️

‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’

“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”

“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”

Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.

Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.

He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.

“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.

Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.

Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)

“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.

The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.

“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”

He only got a choked whine in response.

“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”

Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”

“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.

“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”

Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)

The class session is now over!~♡

#tanaka x reader #tanaka x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #anime x male reader #m!reader #x male reader #top male reader #seme male reader #ryuunosuke x reader

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Morning Routine (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part Two

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Seeing an advertisement online in need of a camera handler, Wooyoung jumps at the opportunity, not knowing his employer is a renowned camgirl.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, nude taping, masturbating in shower, breast play, a rather tamed smut

Taglist: @seacottons @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @deja-vux @yunhofingers @little-precious-baby @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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"Wanted: Experienced photographer/Camera Operator for personal/private filming. If interested, please contact number below for more information or details. Students majoring in said field are welcomed to apply. 19+ only."

Seeing the advertisement, Wooyoung's eyes popped up. Usually most jobs wouldn't even allow people without a degree or years of experience. And it would be perfect practice that didn't include boring or basic projects his professor would often assign, not to mention a little extra money would come in handy.

Not thinking twice about it, he quickly dialed the phone number listed and waited patiently as it rang. It took a while, but eventually someone on the other side picked up.

"Hello?" He discerned that it was a young female's tone.

"Hi! I was calling about the advertisement for a camera man?" He inquired.

"Are you 19 or over?" She immediately asked for his age, which slightly confused him. But thinking about it, he kinda understood why she might want someone older. After all, teenagers weren't exactly reliable or responsible when it came to taking on a job. She probably wanted to avoid them dipping out on her randomly.

"I'm 21 and very serious in my work." He assured her, already making it clear his intentions to be committed to the job she was offering.

"Hmm...I take it you probably haven't had a lot of experience outside of college right?"

Wooyoung slightly gulped as she discerned correctly. But she did say students were welcomed to apply and he was fairly confident in his skills.

"N-no but I can assure you that I'll work hard and meet your expectations."

There was a deep and defeaning silence that had Wooyoung worrying. He could already feel her hesitation to hire him or give him a chance. He was so worked up on being rejected once more that the slight giggle that ensued after that pause momentarily confused him.

"I like your attitude and drive already. What did you say your name was?" She asked.

"Jung Wooyoung." He answered right away.

"Well Wooyoung, how soon can you start?"

His mood lightened up quite significantly at hearing her say those words.

"If you'd like, I can come over to the location you wish after I get done with my classes tomorrow." He offered.

"All right, just one thing....... do you think you'd be able to stay over at my place for a few nights?"

Although he thought it was a rather unusual request, he didn't put too much thought, especially since someone was offering him a chance to actually have some work.

"Um.. of course."

Unbeknownst to him, the woman on the other side had her lips curling up into a smirk.

"Wonderful. I look forward to seeing you real soon Wooyoung."

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Checking the direction that was sent to him, Wooyoung looked at the corresponding number on the front door to make sure it was indeed where he needed to be. Adjusting the bag that was hanging by his shoulders, he slowly walked up to the vintage style house and rang the doorbell. Hearing the soft patter of footsteps coming from inside, Wooyoung mentally prepared himself to see a middle aged lady carrying a Siamese cat as soon as the door opened. But he was not prepared by the sight awaiting him. Indeed there was a cat in the arms of the figure in front of him, although it was a Persian cat and not a Siamese, but that wasn't the most surprising factor. What shocked him was to see a very young woman near his age be the one holding the cat in her arms, her face illuminated by the warm smile she was donning.

"You must be Wooyoung. I'm Y/N." She extended her hand out towards him, prompting the feline in her grasp to shuffle around and climb part of its body on her shoulder. Judging by the slight crinkle of her nose, Wooyoung guessed the cat probably clung its claws into their master's skin.

"Yes I am. It's a pleasure to meet you. I promise you won't regret hiring me." Taking hold of her hand, he gave it a firm shake while his face radiated the most reassuring smile he could make.

"Oh trust me, I don't think I'm going to." Her lips formed a rather curious smirk that slightly baffled him.

She gestured for him to step inside, which he immediately did as he tried to ignore the slight hissing the Persian cat gave him when his shoulder barely made contact against its swaying tail.

"Baby stop. He's going to be around for a while so be on your best behavior." She chastised her cat as she closed the door.

Y/N let out a soft 'hmph' when the cat suddenly jumped out of her arms and ran over to where Wooyoung was standing. He got stiff and held his breath when the cat pressed her nose on his leg and began sniffing him. Pulling back, she licked her lips and then scurried off somewhere in the other part of the house.

"Well we know for sure she doesn't dislike you." Y/N chuckled slightly.

"But I take it she doesn't like me?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.

"She's a cat, it'll take time for her to get used to you, that's all."

Shrugging softly, Y/N walked over to the kitchen and started taking out a few cups and saucers from the cupboard.

"I was brewing tea before you got here, would you like to share a cup with me?" Removing it from the stove top, she held up the elegant teapot to him after she finished her question.

"Oh, thank you." He gladly accepted her gesture.

Noticing him standing there awkwardly, Y/N pointed to one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen island.

"Wooyoung don't be too tense and just make yourself comfortable. After all, you're going to be staying with me for a few days."

Her words reminded him about that particular part of the job, that still felt odd to him and he was very curious to find out why she needed him to stay over with her.

"So.... can I ask what exactly is this project you're hiring me for that requires me to stay here?" He asked as he pulled a chair forward so he could sit on it.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd probably ask me about that since it is rather unusual."

She paused briefly so she could properly pour the tea into the cups, the rich aroma filling the atmosphere with its notes of chamomile and lemon. After sliding a cup over to him, she turned behind her to grab a tray that contained sugar cubes, honey, steamed milk and a few lemon wedges, all in different saucers or dishes that matched the tea set that they were currently drinking in. The cute floral design amused Wooyoung slightly. He could tell Y/N seemed to have a thing for classy and vintage style aesthetic, her house and the things inside was a major clue to it.

Pouring a tiny teaspoon of honey and some milk in her tea, Y/N carefully stirred them in the cup before finally answering the question Wooyoung had been pondering over.

"Well to make a long story short, I wish to film an everyday vlog for my....channel." Lifting the cup to her face, she gently blew on it before taking small sips out of it.

"Channel? Like for YouTube or like that?" Wooyoung himself started drinking his own cup of tea, preferring not to add anything to it since he liked straight tea as it was.

"Yeah something like that. But basically, I wanted to show my viewers how I live and what not. Show them what I do inside my home that they hadn't seen before. For example, I wanted you to stay over because I wanted to film my morning routine. I want to capture every move I make from the moment I wake up to when I get ready to start my day. Am I making sense?" She worried she was probably confusing Wooyoung even further, but he was actually not. It had become a popular trend this day to document a person's morning routine for people to see.

"Yes you are, no worries. Now I understand why you needed me to stay over." The smile he had was half covered by the cup that was brought back over to his lips.

"I mean if you're uncomfortable by it or would rather not, I completely understand."

Wooyoung quickly dismissed her worries, shaking his head as he cleared his throat.

"Trust me, I'm not uncomfortable and I'd love to help you in your project. It'll help me out as well, you know, gain experience and have someone to put as a reference if I ever want to get another job."

Y/N giggled softly at that and nodded.

"Ahh yes. I guess if you look at it from that angle, of course you would accept."

They spent a few minutes in a serene and tranquil silence, the only noises heard was the sipping of their lips against the rim of their cups. Wooyoung tried not to notice the way Y/N would occasionally stare intently to him, a slightly curious grin on her face at times. It wasn't that it made him uncomfortable, but it certainly made him self conscious, especially since he put a lot of effort into looking as presentable as possible. Did she perhaps thought it was too much? Or not enough? Or was it because she thought he looked funny? Whatever it was he got no chance to ask about it since he only opened his mouth to let out a sharp yell when he felt a certain feline's claws tangled themselves on his thigh, the sharpness of her claws even sinking into his skin.

"Baby!" Y/N got up from her seat and quickly removed the paws of her cat off her guest. She looked extremely embarrased as she apologized profusely before shooing the cat off to another room.

"I'm sorry. She tends to get a bit aggressive when trying to play. She didn't hurt you too much right?"

Dropping down on her knees in front of him, Y/N gently examined the damage done: a slight tear in his jeans but no visible signs of a deep scratch or anything.

"N-no it's fine, I'm fine." Wooyoung uttered.

He tried so hard not to blush at the position she was currently in. On her knees, between his legs as one of her hands caressed the attacked spot in an effort to soothe the pain. Wooyoung wanted to smack himself right then and there for the dirty picture his brain had imagined about the semi stranger in front of him, and his cheeks started to produce a pink hue when his body involuntarily started making a visible effect of his reaction to her stance by him in between his legs. He gulped as he realized she would be able to see the bulge that was starting to show.

"If you want, I could mend your pants for you-"

"No that's fine don't worry!" Wooyoung stood up from his seat and inconspicuously hid his tiny problem by pulling his sweatshirt further down as he moved away from Y/N.

"I mean, these pants were old. I was going to throw them out anyway." He tried as much as he could to seem as normal as possible, but judging from the look on her face he was probably not doing a good job. Luckily she seemed to not question his behavior and instead decided to start cleaning up the dishes that they used.

"Here let me help you with that." Wooyoung offered, trying to take some of the china off her hands but Y/N pulled her hands back so he wouldn't touch them.

"It's ok, don't worry about it. You're my guest and I'm very particular about the way to clean my silverware and dining sets. Nothing against you, I'm just.... slightly obsessive compulsive." She remarked in the most cheerful tone one could have while giving him a shy smile.

"Umm ok..." Wooyoung scratched the back of his head.

"If you want, why don't you bring the rest of your stuff so I can show you where you're staying?" Y/N suggested.

"Yeah. Sure."

Wasting no time and thinking keeping his mind occupied could help cool him down, Wooyoung picked up his keys and nearly sprinted out the door. Y/N hummed a soft tune to herself as she ran the cups under the lukewarm water. Her eyes were staring out her window, watching as her guest was head deep in the back of his car's trunk. She giggled softly as she remembered the flustered look on his face just a few minutes ago, tongue poking out at the image of his crotch outlined in those tight jeans of his. She looked down when she felt a soft face nuzzling itself against her ankle, soft purring coming out of her cat's throat before letting out a meowing noise. Bending down, Y/N gently scratched under Baby's chin as she liked.

"Yes I think he is absolutely adorable as well Baby.."

Picking her up, Y/N kissed the top of her head and smirked.

"And I'm going to have lots of fun with him."

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"Ok you ready?"

Looking over at the girl still in her bed, Wooyoung got a thumbs up to let him know she was indeed ready. Turning on his camera, he held up his hand and started putting one finger down at a time to count down the starting time. Hearing the slight beep of the camera go off, Y/N immediately plastered on a commercial worthy smile.

"Hello my darlings. As I promised you guys, I'm going to take you guys through my morning routine step by step. I hope you all enjoy it." She finished off her words with a wink before tearing off the blanket off her body.

Wooyoung had to give it to her, she definitely didn't seem to be camera shy nor awkward in front of the lens. He liked that she had confidence. Then he remembered that she had a channel of some sorts and that was probably the reason why. He stepped back a few steps to fully capture her as she neatly tucked her covers under her mattress, impressively folding the corners of her bed like they did in 5 star hotels. Smoothing out the top before patting it down, she looked at the camera once more.

"As you already know, I like to make sure everything looks absolutely pretty for you guys." Her voice dropped slightly in tone as she said those words.

Getting up from the floor, she pointed over to her still sleeping cat that was perched on its bed by her window. Wooyoung made sure to angle the camera towards her, zooming in slightly.

"She won't wake up for another hour or so....perfect amount of time to get all clean and dolled up."

Beckoning him over, Wooyoung carefully followed her inside her adjoined bathroom, keeping a steady hand as he made sure to capture everything inside. From the long vanity with its mirror to the walk in shower with its clear glass lining, all of it looking spotless and shiny. Clapping her hands together, Y/N beamed with enthusiasm.

"And of course, the first thing I do each morning is wash up."

When he heard that, Wooyoung thought she meant like her skincare routine as he had noticed her cleansers and toners perfectly lined up next to the faucet sink. But he was not prepared to suddenly be hit with the image of her bare chest in front of him when she suddenly pulled her black satin tank top off and let it drop to the floor, his own jaw going slightly agape. As if he couldn't get anymore flustered, he nearly wheezed when she turned around and bent over to slide her matching pajama shorts down her smooth legs, her ass staring him right in the face. It took everything in Wooyoung's strength not to drop the camera when Y/N stood back up and turned around so that her completely nude body would be in the frame. She giggled as she took notice of Wooyoung's beet red face, further teasing him as she kicked her discarded lace panties by his feet, the poor boy swallowing hard as one of his hands shook nervously.

"Eyes up here baby." He immediately looked up from the ground when he heard her sweet and sultry voice.

Walking over to him, Y/N snaked one of her hands to grab at one of his belt loops so he could follow her. Opening the large glass door to the shower, Y/N released his belt loop and made a sign for him to stay there and keep the camera towards her. Stepping inside the enclosed space, she twisted the knob on the tile wall enough so that the shower head above her would start pouring out the refreshing and cool water onto her body. She released a soft moan when she felt it splash onto her, hands gliding down her torso and thighs as her eyes closed and reveled in the tingling and cooling feeling of the water dripping down on her.

Wooyoung stood there completely speechless and flabbergasted, his eyes unable to blink the longer he stared at the scene before him. It felt completely wrong to be there, to watch and film as this girl he just met the day before stand naked in front of him and continue her shower routine as if he wasn't even there. He just couldn't believe it, couldn't believe what he had gotten himself in to when he called and accepted to work for her. But he still accepted and he had a job to complete so he tried his best to look as composed as possible as he kept the camera pointed at her.

And yet more often than not he found himself biting down on his lip hard, trying to suppress the groans threatening to spill out as he continued to watch her as she did the most normal things a person often did while they took a shower. The camera captured every minute starting from when she lathered her head with her shampoo, its scent of coconut and hibiscus filling the entire room with fragrance that further made the tight feeling in Wooyoung's pants ache even more. His eyes were exclusively locked on her body, watching as the water cascaded down her soft skin, focusing especially on her breasts. He licked his lips as he took in the way her nipples peaked out due to the temperature of the water, wanting nothing more than to take one of them in his mouth and suck on it. The fact that Y/N would purposefully bring her hands up at times to cup or rub against her fleshy mounds wasn't helping his case, it only made him more sad that it wasn't his own hands touching and caressing her breasts. He was willing to bet they were probably the most soft and squishy pillow like tits to exist.

Wooyoung was really aching when she poured some of the pomegranate scented body wash into her sponge and began to distribute it around her body, starting from her arms and working them down her legs and between her thighs. He didn't mean to but he couldn't help himself as he fantasized about being him the one who was lathering her body, imagining all the things he'd do if he could. Like perhaps teasing her by grazing his fingers across her wet folds or even pressing his thumb down on her sensitive clit. Either way, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her if he got the chance, but he doubted that would ever happen. So he decided to take what he could of the moment and perhaps use it for fap material when he was alone.

As if knowing exactly what he was thinking about, Y/N turned her body to fully face him and smirked. Sliding her hands up her torso, she took hold of her breasts and gave them a tight squeeze before releasing them. Wooyoung could not help the audible whine that spilled out from his tongue as he saw her repeat the same action a couple more times. Pressing her boobs together, her thumbs played with the hardened nipples, tweaking at them and even giving them slight pinches every now and then. Wooyoung knew she was doing it on purpose, trying to arouse him even further....and it was working perfectly.

With one hand kept on one of her breasts, the other one snaked its way in between her luscious thighs. Dipping one finger inside her entrance, her lips parted and began spilling out breathy moans as she started to slide her finger in and out of her body.

"Oh fuck..." Wooyoung muttered, not caring about if his words got recorded or not. He became too invested in watching as Y/N continued fingering herself in front of him. She looked absolutely exquisite, body drenched in the rippling water as she continued to stuff her pussy with another one of her fingers. Her eyes shut tightly and her head tilted back as she let out even louder whimpers when she began scissoring inside her fleshy core. Her hand that was on her breasts pulled away to twist the showerhead knob so the pressure of the water could be at its lowest setting. Without the intense sound of the splashing water, her strangled noises became more audible as well as the slopping and squealching sounds her dripping pussy was making due to the intensity of her rapid finger movements. Wooyoung could clearly see and hear that the sounds were definition not due to the shower she was taking. Y/N was definitely horny and the slick her heat collected was clear evidence of it.

Having someone as hot as Wooyoung not only watching but helping her film something that thousands of other people would see, and more likely than not jerk off to, made her weak. She loved having people watch her do naughty things as she was doing now, it thrilled her and riled her up even more. And she loved seeing the effects it had on others, like the obvious bulge in between Wooyoung's thick thighs. She could practically make out just how big he was given how painfully hard his erection seemed, and that image served to help push her over the edge. With high pitched whines and cries, she shuddered as she felt herself cum all over her hand, her fingers slowing their movements down to help prolong her orgasm without making her become overly sensitive. She panted heavily as she took out her fingers and brought them up to her lips so she could lick off the secretion left from her climax.

Wooyoung's tongue poked out as he witnessed the pornographic image of Y/N drinking up her juices as if it was a delicious and sweet dessert.

"It probably is and it only makes me crave to have her smother my face with her pussy even more." He mused inwardly to himself.

He was so lost in his fantasy that he didn't notice Y/N had completely turned off the water and finished until her breasts were displayed right in front of the camera lens. He let out a soft stutter when her hand came up and pressed the pause button, being careful not to drop any water onto the camera.

"I'm going to finish drying myself off in my room so you can have some .....alone time." She snorted softly as she passed by him, her hand brushing against his crotch which made Wooyoung hiss softly.

Grabbing the towel that was hanging on the wall, Y/N wrapped it around her body, tucking it in so it wouldn't fall down. Stooping over, she picked up her lace panties and looked back at Wooyoung.

"Here, in case you need a little help." She flung it over to him, which he catches in his free hand.

Wooyoung stared at the underwear and then at Y/N with a dumbfounded expression.

"So I take it this is why you specifically wanted 19 plus people?" He quirked an eyebrow up, one corner of his lips pulling up into a knowing smile.

"Yes. I might as well mention now that I'm a camgirl with a porn channel." She explained.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that out when you flashed your boobs at me."

They both bursted out laughing at his little joke.

"Ok but seriously, are you sure you're comfortable with all this?" Y/N asked.

Wooyoung looked down at her before looking back down at the panties in his hand.

"I'm definitely going to be hard most of the time, but I think I'll be fine." He assured her with a mischievous smile as he set down his camera on the vanity dresser. With a sly smirk, he began unzipping his pants, not missing any of the facial reactions she was making as he began to pull his cock out of its confinement.

"I mean, I got up close fap material with an actual pornstar. What guy wouldn't want my job?" Cocking his head to the side, he rubbed the tip of his dick with his thumb, spreading some of the precum down the shaft. Although she had said she would give him alone time, Y/N couldn't move her feet out the door as she stared intently at the way Wooyoung hugged his length.

"Wanna watch me jerk off with your panties to your image?"

Stepping forward, Wooyoung reached up and pulled the towel off Y/N's body, causing her to inhale sharply at his bold move. Sucking in a breath, Wooyoung shamelessly looked down at her body as he placed the hand that had Y/N's panties around the base of his cock.

"Just stay there and don't move beautiful...."

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hi hello! so i saw your requests were open and i had an idea sitting for a while now

i always listen to anime playlists (especially haikyuu ones) and i'd wonder what mha characters (bakugo, shinso, and todoroki) think if they saw their s/o listening to those

i think their reaction would be pretty hilarious especially when the playlist titles are "committing arson with tendou" or "hiding bodies with kuroo" (these are real playlists btw)

anyways i hope you have a good day! you don't have to do this request if you dont want to, take your time!(◍•ᴗ•◍)

their s/o listens to anime playlists

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (x reader)

note(s) : those playlists will have the best songs, but also the weirdest titles to ever exist 💀 anyways, i decided that i want to make a separate masterlist for requests because of that new tumblr update. also,, this is quite short?? there’s not that much detail in the nuances this time around.

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bakugou katsuki

i headcanon that bakugou has a picky music taste, so if he likes the music that’s in your playlist— then you probably have a good taste in music

“what song is this?” he asks when he’s driving you both to a date, his sudden peak of interest has you beaming

“oh, it’s from a playlist i found on spotify, i have a bunch of them. you could probably look through all of them.”

once the car reaches a red light, katsuki takes this chance to browse through the playlists you had— and that’s when he finds it.

he finds the playlists and their names, but they’re all named so,, oddly specific. ‘shaking ass with bokuto’ ‘making bank with kuroken’ ‘hiding bodies with oikawa’

his reaction is literally like this emoji🤨 clearly appalled by the strange names. “who the fuck named your playlists??”

“why, is there an issue?”

“first of all— i know you like that shitty volleyball anime, but HIDING BODIES WITH OIKAWA?? WHAT ARE YOU ON?”

you chortle at his reaction, and he doesn’t have an option to react— due to the red light turning green.

he can only grumble. you’re lucky that he loves you regardless of your weird spotify playlists.

he won’t say that outloud, but if it was any other person, he would’ve threatened to chuck them out the car

okay but you still have a music taste, so katsuki does end up using the playlists 😭 the bakusquad thinks he went crazy

shinsou hitoshi

he doesn’t really care about what your music taste is. doesn’t matter if you listen to the chainsmokers, or clairo. because it’s not like you’re the type to judge HIS music taste

but he does really like your choice of music, and he frequently allows you to blast music during random hours of the day.

hitoshi waits for you to finish showering on his bed, listening to the music you chose to blast while you were in the shower

you suddenly call out to him, “‘toshi, can you switch the song? i think i accidentally left it on shuffle.”

the purple haired boy chuckles, remembering the last time you left your playlist on shuffle, “got it, what song do you want me to change it to?”

“you pick!”

he walks to your phone and opens up spotify, but he can only blink at the amount of odd and nearly absurd playlist names

he can only read each playlist in silence, questioning the motive behind each playlist

why are you like this??🧍

he eventually does change the song, and when you finally get out of the shower— he’s silent.

“‘jumping off a cliff with bokuto kotarou’ is quite an interesting name.” he simply says, a knowing smirk gracing his usually tired features

“y-you saw THAT?”

“how could i not? you asked me to change the songs, did you?” and he’s not wrong. “2 hours is a pretty long playlist, don’t you think? that’s a large ass cliff.”

“i hate you,”

“well i love you too.”

rip to you 💀 he’ll hold this moment above your head.

todoroki shouto

his music taste is IMMACULATE, but he does seem to share your music taste when you guys get together, doesn’t matter what kind of genre (just maybe not noise music)

shouto would be that type of person that would actually listen to the songs you recommend him, and he’ll share his piece of mind unlike some people

everytime you and shouto go somewhere, he plays three songs of his choice first— and for the rest of the car ride, the music choice is up to you.

“it’s your turn, Y/N. you can pick your music,” he says with a small smile, when he sees that you’re ecstatic to have the aux cord

you were feeling particularly lazy that day, so you decide to open your playlist through voice “siri/alexa/google, open ‘burning ushijima’s farm with oikawa tooru’”

MAN IS SO CONFUSED WHEN HE HEARS THAT, and he whips his head in your direction— staring in confusion

luckily, the car has reached a stop light— because he would’ve accidentally slammed on the breaks. “burning ushijima’s farm with oikawa??”

“oh, thats the playlist i have. do you prefer the ‘committing arson with tendou satori’ playlist instead?”

and he’s wondering on WHY YOU HAVE not one, but— TWO PLAYLISTS DEDICATED TO FIRE?? “love, do you actually want to commit arson with those characters?”

like,, he’s RIGHT there. icyhot is right beside you 🙄 “oh well, it’s quite the name for a playlist, isn’t it? and the songs are amazing too!”

shouto blinks, and turns his head to face the road— “it’s,, something, i suppose. but the names are quite lovely. they fit you.” he says with a small genuine smile

HUH?? that really did surprise you.

shouto ends up downloading several of your playlists on his phone— ultimately scaring the dekusquad when they see it on his phone.

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission

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marsbutterfly · 3 years

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Hiiiii! I just binged all your writing on AO3 and I love all your work, especially the one with poor Hange hallucinating. I'm not sure if requests are open right now but if they are, I'd love to make one! I'm sorry for being hyper-specific but I just had my wisdom teeth removed, they had to hammer and drill to get one of them out that grew wrong and, I'll spare you the details but it took over an hour for the one and I'm sore and swollen to say the least and not looking forward to having to eventually eat something, and I wonder how Hange would take care of a reader that just had their wisdom teeth removed.

Please feel free to ignore this if you're not interested, and regardless thank you for your time and sorry for the wall of text! Hope you have a great day!

Note: Thank you so much anon, I appreciate your support <3 It makes me really happy! I hope you are all right now and that your mouth healed up ok. This is a mixture of a short fic and headcanons. I hope you enjoy! <3

Tooth Ache

Summary: When you get your wisdom teeth removed, Hanji tries her best to take care of you. Modern AU!

Warning: Mentions of blood.

AO3 Version! | Wattpad Version!

“Come on, baby.” Hanji says as her torso reaches over you, struggling to fasten the seatbelt. You shift your body to the left gently, trying your best to help her but the effects of the laughing gas having yet to leave your body.

All you can do is giggle, watching the messy brown hair dangling in front of you. Without realizing what’s happening, a heavy weight is lifted from your body and your lungs can expand to their full capacity once again.

You look around confused, trying to understand what just happened, only to shift your eyes to the left, watching as Hanji starts the car. The sound of the engine roaring makes your heart beat slightly faster, a hint of fear rushing through your veins.

Before any words form, a warm, gentle hand brushes against your exposed thigh softly and the feeling is enough to soothe you.

Body resting against the car seat, you take your fingers towards your mouth, touching the area around it as you try to make sure everything is still there. The piece of gauze that sat in your mouth now lies in between your legs, a few blood splatters following closely behind.

“Hanji, did you give me cranberry juice?” You ask, not realizing what that hot liquid was. She holds in a laugh, eyes shifting from the road to you for a second as she reaches for a small pill bottle sitting in the cup holder.

“Not yet.” She replies, handing you a decently sized pill and a small, cold box of juice. “But here, why don’t you drink this?”

You grunt in annoyance but still obliged to her request, earning a bright smile in return.

The car falls silent, only the sounds produced by the vehicle fill the void. Your eyes wander outside, green leaves dance atop of the trees while an old lady’s blonde hair flows around in the wind, reminding you of last night’s dinner.

“Can I have some noodles when we get home?” You ask with stars in your eyes, knowing that Hanji has never once denied you anything at all.

“No, love. I’m sorry.” She replies, eyes focused on the road as you enter your neighborhood. In that moment, her words felt like a knife going into your skin, destroying your heart as a consequence.

“But…” Tears form in your eyes and your bottom lip quiver.

“It’s for your own good.” She says, right hand squeezing your thigh before you push it away and all she does in response is sigh.

Grabbing your phone from the glove compartment, you speed dial your most recent caller. A few seconds pass before Eren answers the phone and the image that welcomes him is the desolated, groggy mess behind the screen. Tears flow down your face as you try to speak through the gauze pads in your mouth.

“Hanji won’t let me eat noodles.” You say, earning a quiet giggle out of the brunette driving the car. “All I want is to eat my noodles.”

“It’s for your own good, Y/N!” He replies, a smile on his face as he tries not to laugh. From his end, you can hear two other voices but, in your current state, you don’t realize they are coming from Mikasa and Armin.

“That's what I said.” Hanji replies, reaching for your phone. “Now hang up Y/N.”

“NO!” You scream, pressing your body against the door and moving the device barely out of her reach. “I want to show Eren my lipstick.”

“Lipstick?” The camera shifts angles and now Armin’s face fills the screen. “Uhmm… Y/N?”

You pull your head back, fingertips gently brushing against your chapped lips until the warm liquid touches them. In response, you let out a giggle. “Oh no. I think it’s blood.”

Hanji’s laugh echoes through the car as she pulls into the driveway. Once the vehicle comes to a full stop, she places her left arm against the window, fingers pushing her glasses up as tears of laughter stream down her face.

You shoot her a confused look, trying to understand why she’s laughing. In response, she reaches for your phone once again, finally being able to catch the device from your hands and immediately hanging up the call.

“Come on, baby.” She says, removing her seatbelt and unbuckling yours.

You reach for the handle to open the door many times but your hand simply slips right past it. After what seemed like an entirety, you’re able to hook your hand on it and open it, little do you know Hanji is actually the one to let you out.

Your vision is fuzzy as you try to step out of the car, everything spins around and you look at the sky. A pair of sturdy hands begins to guide you towards the entrance to the house and you smile gratefully.

Hanji seats you on the couch before handing you a cold compress. You stare at it for a few seconds, wondering what it is that she expects you to do with it.

She laughs and sits beside you, your knee touching hers. “Like this.”

The cold compress against your cheek feels godly and it relieves some of the pain you are in. You instinctively let out a moan.

“I’m gonna go get your meds and be right back, ok?” She says while getting up.

“Otay.” You reply, humming to a random song you heard on the radio early that day. Unknowing to you, Hanji’s eyes glow as they watch you from behind the couch, her heart beating slightly faster as her cheeks blush.

A few minutes go by and when she returns, you are still moving your head and feet to the melody you sing.

She hands you a cup of cold water and you happily take the pills from her hand.

Your eyelids become heavy and you rest your head on her shoulder, feeling as her hand goes through your hair gently. You smile through the bloody gauze pads and she giggles.

“Hanji…” You whisper, calling her close to you with your finger and she leans towards you, “I want noodles.”

“Not this again!”

Headcanons

Hanji is not a good driver so it takes her a couple of days to convince you to let her drive you to the appointment instead of asking Armin or Mikasa to do it.

She nearly sleeps for too long the day of your procedure because she spent the night before worried sick, even if you’re just getting your wisdom teeth out.

Once it’s done, she has to control herself and not give in to your every request like she usually does. No solid food, no milkshakes, no moving more than you have to.

Hanji sets alarms for every 8 hours so you won’t miss a single dose of your pain medicine and, if the pain is too bad, she gives you an extra pill. Not only that, she constantly reminds you of when to change the gauze pads.

You always have fresh ice to apply to your cheeks and Hanji kisses them every chance she gets.

She can’t cook for shit, she tries but when the house ends up smelling like burned soup, she immediately calls Levi, who shows up with at least 3 days worth of food. For you and for Hanji.

When the anesthesia wears off, she pulls up her phone and shows you the embarrassing videos she took while you were high. Of you singing terribly to whatever is playing on the radio, your conspiracy theories on how your dentist was an alien or simply videos of you begging her to give you solid food.

She brushes your teeth for you when you can’t, always making sure to go around the extraction sites and scrubbing your tongue.

The day after the surgery, she rinses your mouth out with warm water and salt, even if you can do it yourself she keeps saying she’ll do it better than you, so you simply let her.

Hanji always makes sure your head is propped up while you’re lying down, even when you beg her to let you put your head down, she won’t let you. Instead, she sits behind you and props your head on her chest. You can hear her heartbeat so you can’t complain.

Once you are healed, she buys you an insane amount of junk food and you suggest going on a picnic with Levi and Erwin to eat it all. She agrees and immediately picks up the phone as you run upstairs to take some medicine so you won’t throw it all up.

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 3

The next morning, after breakfast at the hotel, a call was made up to your room. It wasn't until you put the phone down that you realised you didn't have a way to contact Zemo. It was good he knew where you were staying. You would have to make sure to get his number later.

It felt strange to think about that. If he had your number, wouldn't that be like taking the next step? Were you getting carried away with this? Probably.

You couldn't ignore the fact you liked Zemo.

You never expected to develop a crush on a racing driver. It seemed like he liked you too, but you didn't want to get too carried away. This might very end up being a one time thing.

You make your way down to the lobby. Zemo is waiting for you. He looked so extra, but so stylish. A fur collared jacket, driving gloves, sunglasses on his head.

He turned when he heard you approach. His face lit up with a smile as you got closer to him.

"Good morning."

"Morning. You're looking smart today," you look him up and down, not so subtly checking him out. So much for trying to feel in that crush.

"Thought I would make an impression on you."

"You already did."

Zemo smiles at that. There was a proud feeling in knowing he had you hooked. Perhaps this would lead somewhere, but he would see. He didn't want to rush things and ruin any chances he may have with you.

He wouldn't do that.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Zemo leads you outside where another fabulous car is parked. You look at it, top to bottom. He can tell by your expression you're impressed.

"Just how many cars do you have?"

"Many. I could show you my collection if you like," he says, walking over to the car and opening the door for you.

You chuckle and climb in.

Zemo takes his sun glasses and puts them on as he gets into the drivers seat. He grins at you as he sets off.

You roll the window down and let the wind mess up your hair, wanting to feel that free feeling you got that first time. Even just sitting next to Zemo brought about all kinds of exciting feelings.

Zemo turned on the radio as he drove through the streets. There was a little drive to get to the garage his race car had been taken to. This gave him some time to bask in your company again.

He could get used to having you around all the time. In fact, he would love that.

Zemo considered himself more of a solo racer. Tony Stark always had fans hanging about, 'dates' in his stand watching him race. Zemo only ever had his pit crew waiting for him at the end of a race.

It was beautiful out. Even more so when you excited the town and got onto more open roads. You had no idea where he was taking you exactly, but you couldn't complain. if he got to see sights like this every day, that was amazing.

You glanced at him. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, in time to the music playing on the radio. He looked so relaxed and in his element.

Feeling your gaze on him, he turned to you with a grin.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. You just... look so at home."

He laughs, the sound joyous and wonderful. It makes your heart skip a beat.

"I live in the drivers seat."

You laugh with him.

"What do you say we speed this up? Just like last time," he peers at you over his shades.

"Alright. Thrill me."

You didn't need to say any more. He pushed his foot down on the pedal and you laughed as the car sped up. With such ease, the car glided down the road. Not another soul in sight as the scenery became a blur, just like that first day.

No rules. No restrictions. No Stark.

Just two people enjoying each others company on the open road. What more could a man ask for?

In the distance, you spot a building. That had to be where he was taking you.

"Where is this?"

"It's an old air strip. Hasn't been used in decades. I come here to drive often. I asked my team to bring the car here so we can take a look at it, thought you may also appreciate the area."

You smile.

"It's stunning. There's nothing else around for miles."

Knowing these roads like the back of his hand, he speeds up further, gliding along the rear of the way with ease. Your laughter just fuels him to go faster.

You reach the air strip in no time. He slows down on the approach and pulls up right outside the hanger. He gets out first and opens your door for you. You chuckle as you take his hand and climb out.

Even with your hair all wind struck, you look stunning to him. He won't tell you that though.

You both head inside.

There it is. His race car. He exterior looks pretty good, just scuffed from where Stark's car collided with it, but nothing too serious. The crew were busy working away on it as you both approached.

"Who's this?" A voice asks from your right.

"This is Y/N, my new friend," Zemo says, introducing you. "Y/N, this is Sam. He is very good with cars."

"Nice to meet you." You shake his hand.

"Likewise."

"What's the damage?" Zemo walks over to his car.

"The engine gave out. That's all."

"That's all? It cost me a win," Zemo narrows his gaze at Sam.

"It could have been a lot worse. We'll have it fixed in no time."

"Good. I need to win the next one, and the other two to beat Stark. He cannot win them all." Zemo stands upright after looking over his vehicle.

"Trust us, we're on it."

Zemo doesn't give him any more of a response and returns to your side.

"Want to look around a little?"

"Yes please."

He places an arm around your shoulder and guides you out of the hanger. You're blushing from his touch. It almost felt like you were made to fit against him like this.

You both go to stand near the car.

"How come you have such a big rivalry with Tony Stark?" You ask, gazing up at him.

"He doesn't like the idea that I'm better than him."

"Humble."

"Honest. Stark is an engineer and a genius. He can build a car from scratch. I know the ins and outs of cars. I know how to make them better, how to improve them. My cars are better than his, and he is threatened by it."

"Sounds petty."

Zemo shrugs. He is not ashamed to admit he is better than Stark. His whole vendetta is to prove it. He just doesn't have many chances left to do so.

"Aren't you worried?"

"No," he looks you in the eye, "I'm certain."

"Does nothing scare you?"

"Not yet."

There is no expression on his face. You have no idea what's going on inside that head of his. You knew he knew what he was doing. This was his job, his passion. That didn't mean the risks didn't apply to him.

For some reason, Stark's words came to mind. "He's dangerous." Not just on the track, he had said.

Was he?

Who was this man standing before you? His personal information was almost non existent online. Other than his racing background, there was nothing about him. You didn't even know where he was from. His accent suggested not from around here.

Did you dare ask?

No. You didn't want to. No matter how curious you were...

"Would you like me to drive you along the strip?" He asked, nodding across the field where you could see the straight road.

"Yes. Don't go easy on me."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he grins.

You both get into the car and he wastes no time in driving over to the strip. This car doesn't even remotely come close to his racing car, but he'd be damned if he didn't leave you thrilled after this.

He lines up perfectly. You hold on tight and smile at him.

Wheels screeching, whole body jerking, and nothing but the wind blowing through the window. With all his skill and precision, the car speeds up in handled ease. This man knows what he's doing.

You trust him with your life.

You wanted to thank your friend for bringing you to the races that day. If she hadn't, what would you be doing now? Working? Sitting at home? Studying?

Nothing nearly as amazing as this.

Zemo brought life into your world, and you didn't want it to end.

At the end of the runway, he turns the car with ease, though the power causes you to lean toward him as he turns the vehicle around. He almost reaches out for your hand, but focuses his attention on his driving. Back up you go.

He glances at you from the corner of his eye.

Could it be that there was one thing he wanted more than winning against Stark?

No, he didn't think so.

The car comes to a screeching halt at the end of the runway. Heaven knows how his tyres are doing.

You grin at him once the car stops.

"I'll never get tired of that."

He chuckles.

"That pleases me to hear."

Your phone rings. You apologise as you pick it up and answer it, disappointed it was ruining your fun.

"Hello?"

"Y/N? Hey, how was the race yesterday?" It was your friend.

"Oh, uh. It was good." You lied. It hadn't ended as you had hoped.

"Great. What time does your train get in tomorrow? I have something super exciting to share with you."

"About 2 o'clock I think."

"I'll be there to pick you up. Oh my gosh, you will not believe what's happened. I can barely contain myself. I'll speak to you soon."

She hangs up.

You stare at your phone, confused. She sounded super excited, whatever that was about.

"Problem?"

"Uh, no. Just my friend calling. She's going to pick me up from the train station tomorrow."

"I see. It's a shame you do not live locally. I would get to see you every day," he smiles.

You're blushing again.

"You'd get board of me really quickly," you say, tucking your phone away again.

"I doubt that."

"With your lifestyle? Definitely."

"I may live an exciting life, but you are a rare treasure any man would be lucky enough to have in his life."

"Are you flirting with me?" You ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

"That depends, is it working?"

You laugh.

"It might be."

"Then yes," he says, grinning like a fool.

You both sit there and laugh.

"Allow me to drop you off back at the hotel."

"I'd like that."

Much slower, he drives back to the hanger to alert the team he is leaving. They wave as you both leave.

The ride back is a lot more gentle, more casual. The radio is turned on, but the volume is low. Zemo is just basking in your presence.

He can't admit that he will miss you once you're gone.

The ride is over much sooner than he would have liked. Once again, you both sit there together.

You pull out your phone.

"Can I have your number?" You ask, biting the bullet.

He grins smugly.

"Already making a move?"

"Shush. Can I?"

He nods, taking your phone and putting his number into your contacts. You smile as you take it back, pretending his gloved fingers didn't brush against yours.

"I expect to hear from you," he says.

"I promise."

You go to get out, but he stops you by grabbing your arm lightly. You look at him, a little confused.

"Remember what I said."

"About what?" You ask.

"Come to the races, and I'll take you in a date."

You bite your lip.

"I haven't forgotten."

"Good."

He stays there until you've gone inside, out of sight. His phone suddenly feels heavy in his pocket, waiting for a text or call.

He was in deep, he just didn't know it yet.

He thinks of you as he drives off.

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haileygarciasunshine · 3 years

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Too late

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Written: May 4th, 2021

Posted: May 4th, 2021

Warning: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1,944

Author's Note: For the sake of this piece, Sam has an apartment. Little Mermaid AU ish and Wandavision Crossover.

TV and Movie inspired Masterlist

"Dating is hard." Bucky groaned dropping himself beside you on the couch.

Giggling you nodded in agreement. "Welcome to the twenty-first century."

Bucky groaned again as he closed his eyes allowing his head to meet the back of the couch.

Turning to face him, you became mesmerized by his features. Following his jawline with your eyes, you trailed along to his lips. As you gazed at them, you couldn't stop the thoughts of wondering what they'd feel like against yours. Would they be soft? Would they be gentle or rough?

"Hey." He spoke softly as he gently nudged you. "Did you hear what I said?" Sitting up, his gaze was filled with concern.

"Huh?" You creased your eyebrows together, as you watched his lips mouth his words. "Oh, uh, n-no. Sorry."

"S'alright." Bucky grinned, his eyes gazing around your face. "I asked if you found out any information about your mom?"

"Oh." You whispered. Clearing your throat, you adjusted your position away from Bucky. "Yeah, yeah, I did."

Lifting his gaze, his ocean eyes held intently onto Y/E/C ones. Silently he was pleading for you to tell him what you found.

"Well." You sighed, crossing your legs underneath you. "She was the scarlet witch back in the day..." Your voice trailed off as you shrugged your shoulders. Promptly, your gaze dropped to your lap as you studied your chipped nail polish.

"Y/N." He spoke, his voice becoming soft once again. Bucky's thumb and forefinger found your chin before maneuvering your face closer to his. Bucky's breath danced along your lips at your close proximity.

"That's...That's-"

Sam'ss apartment door suddenly burst open as Steve and Sam filed inside. Neither one spared a glance your way as they rushed into the kitchen.

The sudden noise, caused both of you to jump away from one another. Clearing your throat, you quickly rose to your feet. Smoothing down your bunched-up shirt, you quickly joined Sam in the kitchen while passing Steve on his way out.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you leaned against one of the counters crossing your arms along your chest.

Sam cleared his throat, as he looked at you in question from across the kitchen island. "So, when are you two going to stop dancing around your feelings for one another?" He raised an eyebrow in the process.

Groaning, you leaned your head back allowing you to stare at the ceiling. Opening and closing your mouth several times, you frowned before moving to lean against the island, facing Sam.

"Don't try and deny it," Sam spoke shrugging. "Everyone can see it."

"Sam." You warned letting out a defeated huff. "He doesn't see me that way."

Sam shook his head. Before he could open his mouth, both Steve and Bucky barged into the kitchen bickering about something only they knew about. Grinning to yourself, a silent chuckle fell past your lips. Returning your gaze to Sam, he sent you a knowing look.

"I, rather, Bucky, has an important announcement," Steve spoke proudly, as he clasped his hands upon Buckys shoulders. "Go on, tell 'em what you just told me, Buck."

Both men shared a chuckle before he turned to face, you and Sam. A pit began forming in your stomach as you felt your heart fall into your stomach. Attempting to shake the feeling, you turned to Bucky giving him your full attention.

"I...I have a date." He spoke grinning from ear to ear.

Instantly, the feel of the room had changed from elated to disappointment. Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, you felt the smile that your lips had previously been holding falter to a frown. While tears began welling in your eyes.

Your mouth had become dry, while you felt a rasp forming in your throat. "W-What?"

The three men turned their attention towards you. Steve and Bucky shared the same confused yet concerned etched expression, while Sam wore one of sorrow.

"I...I have to go." You muttered, rushing out of the kitchen.

As you gathered your belongings, you felt the droplets of your tears that had fallen from your cheeks. Muffled sobs began falling as you felt yourself beginning to sniffle in the process.

Your mind was quickly clouded, preventing you from thinking straight. Gathering what you could, you quickly put your shoes on before bolting.

Attempting to gather your composure, you made your way back to the compound. You had felt surprised that you were able to hold it together the entire ride back.

Busting into your room, you made your way to the shower in hopes it would comfort you. Changing into a pair of comfier clothes, you laid on your bed, staring out of your bedroom window at the night lights of the city. Your mind was quickly clouded with thoughts of how many other people were experiencing heartbreak as well.

The sound of someone knocking on your door caused you to jump.

"Who is it?" You questioned, hoping deep down it would be Bucky wanting to check up on you.

"It's Wanda." She spoke. "Can I come in?"

"FRIDAY, can you please unlock my door?"

Wanda rushed in making sure to lock the door behind her. Throwing her arms around you, she pulled you in for a bone-crushing hug. Before you knew it, the floodgates had opened. Tears streamed down your face as sobs shook through your body, as your arms laced around her holding her in your iron grip. Without a word, Wanda held you tighter as her hand ran up and down your back. The only sound in your room was the sobs that fell past your lips.

After some time had passed, Wanda pulled away enough to create a slight space between you. Your cheeks carried a pink tint upon them. Your eyes falling down to her shirt that had produced a slightly darker spot upon it than anywhere else on it.

"S-Sorry." You hiccuped feeling tears welling up in your eyes again.

Wanda giggled, shaking her head slightly. "Don't worry about it."

"I don't mean to intrude-" Vision's voice startled both you and Wanda. Turning to face the android, you raised an eyebrow in question.

"Vis." Wanda whined. "We talked about this."

"Oh, yes." Vision spoke glancing back in the direction he had gone through the wall. "I...Y/N, sounded like she was in trouble."

Glancing at Wanda, her expression had morphed into one of being mortified. The sound of hearty laughter bubbled up inside you. It wasn't long before tears cascaded down your cheeks for an entirely different reason. Holding an arm across your stomach, you placed your free hand upon Wanda's forearm attempting to keep yourself sturdy. It didn't take much longer before both Wanda and Vision were sharing your hysterical laughter.

Wiping the remainder of your tears, you got up from your place on the bed approaching Vision. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him in for a warmth-filled hug.

Vision tensed as he was under the impression he had miss read the situation.

Pulling away from him, you gave him a toothy smile. "Thank you."

Returning to your previous position beside Wanda, you pulled her in for a hug giving her a smile.

It was a few days before you'd see Bucky again. You had gone out of your way with the help of Steve, Sam, Wanda, Vision, and FRIDAY to make sure you wouldn't run into him accidentally.

Taking a deep breath, you stood across from the living room attempting to steady your nerves. With a sudden boost of courage, you made your way inside, making a b-line for Bucky.

Clearing your throat, you bounced on the balls of your feet slightly. Bucky quickly glanced up from his book before doing a double-take. The color draining from his face as if he had seen a ghost.

"I-Is this seat taken?" You questioned offering him a sweet smile.

"Yeah." He spoke while shutting his book.

Your smile faltering at his confession as you felt heat dance along your cheeks.

"By you."

Letting out a breath you hadn't known you were holding, you nodded before sliding beside him on the loveseat.

A suffocating silence fell between you. Bucky had made a conscious decision to make sure his leg and shoulder wouldn't accidentally bump yours, not wanting to cross any lines.

"So-"

"I-"

Sharing a toothy smile, you began giggling that turned into fits of laughter. Any remaining tension that lingered was disintegrated. Letting his guard down, his leg was pressed firmly against yours. While his arm rested on the back of the couch directly behind your head.

"You first," Bucky spoke, motioning towards you.

Nodding your head, you cleared your throat. "I...I... Um..." Closing your eyes, you felt your heart drop once again. "I have feelings for you...And I know I lost my chance, but I don't want to risk losing your friendship too.." Your voice trailed off, while you dropped your eyes to your fingernail bed, pushing back your cuticles. "I'd...I'd like to hear about your date."

Glancing at Bucky from your peripherals, you were able to see his jaw had fallen slack. The more seconds that passed by, the more you felt hours had passed. Time had slowed down.

"I...I should go." Before he could respond, you raced out of the living room locking yourself in your bedroom.

As the shock of your confession fell away, he reached for his phone. The realization of how long overdue the call was crossed his mind.

Rushing out of the compound, Bucky dashed to the agreed-upon meeting place.

"There you are." A light voice greeted him. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."

Greeting him with a hug, Bucky stiffened at the contact. Pulling away from her, he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"The name's Agnes." She grinned, holding her hand out expectantly towards Bucky.

"Bucky." He spoke, nodding at her.

"Shall we-"

"Listen, Agnes." He let out a sigh. "This...This isn't going to work out."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she rolled her eyes. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this, this century, but here we are." Moving her arms, time froze around her.

"What-"

Before Bucky knew it, Agnes let out a snarl before lunging at Bucky. Dodging her first attack, Bucky gazed at her with widened eyes.

"Fine. We can do this, the hard way." She chuckled. Moving her hands a purple hue enveloped around Bucky.

Binding his wrists and ankles, Bucky was hovering slightly above the ground. "Why are you doing this?"

"Don't worry, it's not you I want." She spoke circling around him.

Without allowing Bucky to further question her, she pulled her shell necklace out from underneath her blouse. Standing directly in front of Bucky, she held her necklace in front of him. Gazing into his eyes, she saw them change to purple orbs before returning to his previous artic color.

Waving her hand, the purple mist was gone. Time resuming.

"There you are Agnes sweetheart. I was looking everywhere for you." Bucky greeted, placing his hands on her hips gently tugging her into him. Placing his lips upon her cheek, he gave her a chaste kiss.

Agnes, grinned devilishly, as a plan began forming in her mind.

Wondering down the street, you made your way to your favorite coffee shop.

"Y/N!" Bucky's voice called before you.

Your shoulders dropping in defeat as you let out a groan.

"I want you to meet someone."

Turning to face Bucky, you were surprised to see a brunette clinging to his side.

"Y/N, this is Agnes." He motioned to her with his free hand. "My girlfriend."

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enjeolmii · 3 years

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10 questions - p.sh

synopsis: to ask questions isn't too bad. but to end up doing something you never expected from the intention behind every question? way better!

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

word count: 2.4k

warnings: make out sesh (not written in depth), lots of teasing but it’s all playful you nasty

"Next question! Did you like anyon-"

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? I'm supposed to go next." Sunghoon blocks you with an audible tap on the soft mattress, tsk-ing at your smooth but not slick enough scheme to get more answers from him.

It's a Saturday - the day of the week when assignments, works, chores, and duties are temporarily thrown down the window. On these days, you and Sunghoon go on a carefree date. It's a routine you made once a week to maintain your relationship amidst the setback caused by lockdown, and it was going great.

At a time when real interactions between people became an inappropriate thing to do, and everyone turned to technology as a resolution, you made sure that everything is done by Friday, despite it being so dreading, just so that procrastinating wouldn't be a problem dragged over the next day. And when those pressuring times occur to you, you would send each other texts, exhorting to go easy on yourselves. That's why Saturdays are the only thing you wait for every week. You weigh it up as a chance to see the only light that keeps you going, the one that helps you see clearly the path you are taking in this obscure world.

So here you are with Sunghoon in your bedroom, sitting on the bed and leaning on the wall beside it, covered in your blanket as you cuddle under the warm, comfy covers. The day has been an uneventful one. If not for him reminding you of the conversation you had prior in the week, where you asked him to gather questions he had for you, you would have slept the whole day over without accomplishing anything.

"Fine, what's your eighth question?" You admit, frowning at his attentive remark, and he snickers.

He lifts his phone and scrolls through the questions he has saved in his notes. "Have you ever had a dream about me?"

Your eyes roll around with a finger on your chin, recalling the scenarios you had of him. There were many, some surrounding the time when he decided to confess to you, and most of them came from the fantasies you had of him. Those dreams scare you more than the stare of a fiery lion. It almost even feels illegal to think about it because you aren't well over twenty. Though they were just outlines of you and him kissing innocently, you always end up making out at the end of the story.

You weren't one of those twelve-year-olds who've had their first kisses already. Your mother kept a close eye on you in situations like this, so you would rather make out with your pillow than hear her nagging your ears off. Because of that, you grew up as a child unbothered by her love life, and the mere thought of kissing someone in real life makes your hair stand up. That's when you knew he brought out a lot of changes in you.

You swallow the lump of saliva in your throat. "Yeah, I have." You answer truthfully but still cautious of the words you put out.

"Really?" His head perks in your direction. "What did I do?"

You got a little nervous knowing he would undoubtedly interrogate you on this. But thankfully, you were prepared with a streamlined answer. "That's three questions, genius," You say, reaching for his head to give it a light smack, from which earns you a groan. "Save your chances for better questions."

"What do you mean? It's a good one. What did you dream about? I want to know."

"Okayy~ Next question. Where is that..." You switch the topic hastily, hands occupied with finding the question you were waiting to ask him through your notes. "Found it. Did you like anyone before me? If so, who are they?"

"That's two questions, though?"

"Nope. Not if you put them together." You smile at him cheekily, and he throws his head back in astonishment, mouth wide open, spewing out breathy wow's.

"You're playing it dirty, I see. Well, I had two other girlfriends before you." He brings his pinky finger out. "One was my sixth-grade classmate, and the other one was my best friend from the rink." He shoots his mouth off to chaff at you yet again.

A stiff frown crawls on your face as you nod at him sarcastically. "Oh, wow. Impressive." You hum in wonderment, silence unfurling in the suddenly insipid room.

Sunghoon knew you weren't easily irritated by these circumstances. If he were talking to a random girl on the street, more often than not, you would only think of them as one of his fans from the arena, nothing more. Even if he had to accomplish things with a girl in his class, you trusted him very much with your relationship to doubt him in his actions. And so, seeing you hush after a talk like this...

Of course, he would take it as a chance to play with you.

"Aww, is my precious little y/n jealous?" His voice sharpened one octave higher as he pats your head with a pout and mock sadness in his eyes. "What do I do? I kissed them, too."

You were okay with him having two other ones before you, but at the mention of a kiss, your figure skews his way. You weren't sure if he was hoaxing you or not, but to say so honestly, it troubled you. This wasn't the intention you had with your question. All you wanted to get out of it was something to tease him about when he says he has none, yet it was still you who got ragged of your own query.

However, that's beside the point. Was it necessary to point out those last words? It wasn't you to be agitated over something as dispensable as this, but of all things, why did he have to attack your weakness?

Sunghoon's sounds of laughter tear you away from your thoughts. "Got 'em~" He pulls a finger at you in another fit of laughter, seeing you in a state of total shock.

"What the heck? It was a lie?" You pull away firmly from his body, hitting him on the shoulder with force enough to make him wobble on the bed.

"You fell for it." He provokes you, head bouncing up and down in silent titters, and you smack his hand away, leaning back down on his shoulder.

"No, I didn't," You feel him nod abut your head, seeing mentally what teasing expression he has plastered on his face this time, but you only shrug it off. "Which part was the lie, though? You kissing them or being with them?"

"Can't answer that. Save your chances for better questions, cutie."

"Touché," You scoff. "What's the next question?"

"Well, since we came to the topic of kissing... When was your first kiss?" He converts his stare to a peer of glistening fervour. Though not as subtle as he would have probably wished it to be, you could sense the perceptive intent he was hiding behind his tone.

You render motionless. Never did you tell him anything about your dreams, nor would you ever have plans to tell him. It's a product of your wildest imaginations to feed your untold desires. It's what helps restrain the ungodly in you, but it also fuels you with the need to see what it actually is like. It's a continuous internal war going on in you, its purpose being to stop you from creating trouble for yourself. And now that you finally have him here, not going to lie, it's kind of embarrassing to acknowledge the profuse amount of dreams you had of him, moreover that he stole your first kiss... Except it was in your dreams, literally.

"I never had any," You answer, trying to stay as cool as possible. "I'm a good child who listens well to her mother, so don't think no one tried to hit on me once. I turned a lot of them down." A small smile trudges its way onto his face, but the way his eyes were fixated on you remained untypically the same.

"I don't know if I should be happy that you picked me out of all of them or be sad for those 'poor hearts' you broke." He draws an air quote along with his words, and you shake your head at him. "Don't worry. I won't tease you on this one. I just wanted to know." He mumbles quietly through a simper, moving to rest his head on yours.

Hearing that he'll cut you some slack relieved you, but one thing about his utterance caught you off guard. "Why do you want to know that?"

"That's the only way I'll get to know you deeper, Einstein," He retracts his head and nudges you on his shoulder, causing you to bump your head against its edge, a grunt following you. However, while you were still in the midst of justifying the whack he did on your head, he spins his vision to you in an adventitious celebration. "Oh- that's your tenth question, then!"

"Wait, hold on!" You haul over to straighten your posture, the creaking of the bed barely audible from the loudness of your opposition.

"It's my turn again." His eyes grow invisible from his cheeks, pushing it up into a smile. He just never gets tired of making fun of you. How you wish you could do the same to him. If only punching someone straight in the face denotes no wrongdoing, you would have done that ages ago.

"Bitch, why did you answer that?" You call him, blaming him with the irritation that you weren't able to control yourself.

"You ask, I answer. Isn't that how it goes?" He grins at you matter-of-factly, and you tousle your hair around in frustration.

"Ugh, you're crazy," You send glares up his way. "Whatever. Your last question, throw."

As if that was a signal he has been waiting for, Sunghoon shuts his phone and tucks it in his pocket. "How does it feel to kiss someone?"

You were confused. You just said you've never kissed anyone before.

A dry giggle leaves your mouth after much processing. You knew you shouldn't have trusted his words. No matter what you do, he'll find the cracks and holes to slip in his every jest. "I think you got the wrong person, kid. How do you think I'd know?"

"Hmm..." He drones, the ticking sound of the clock suddenly increasing in volume with every minute passing by. "Should we try it, then?" He suggests.

"What?" You were taken aback, a sudden chill sweeping through your body like a surge of cool air gashing through the enclosed room. What is he going on about?

Inch by inch, you feel him gravitate towards you, your torso backing up from his inclining frame until the warmth you caused on the cold wall completely presses against your back. Like the fire of a gun's bullet on a steady path, your heartbeat raced in a trice. His eyes stared at yours, tracing down to your parted lips as he led his other hand across your body, trailing up your arms to your shoulders, just until it reaches your jaw. Your breath hitched, lips shutting tightly as you gulp down at the presence of his queer boldness.

It's like the scenarios you formed in your head where he pins you against the wall, lips hovering yours with soft breaths that tickle your skin. Him studying your face with obstinacy to make you his, doing whatever it is that would make you happy. Nevertheless, he made sure to be cautious of things you wouldn't want him to do. He still respected you.

He's doing just the same thing, and it's getting you set on thinking whether this is all a dream taking too long to reach its climax or if your dreams are miraculously made into reality. But his next set of words were enough to tell you the clarification to your uncertainties.

"Please don't be mad." Without warning, his lips found their place on your light, pillowy ones. It felt like he was pouring out all emotions he's been holding in until now. He always controlled himself whenever you're around because he didn't want to disappoint your mother. But with this instance is a chance to do something he has long been dreaming of. He wasn't about to lose it.

The way his head tilts to the side to get a more comfortable position, eyes closing and immersed in the pleasure of your lips against his, got you clasping onto your blanket to ease the havoc he's causing in your guts. You froze at the contact. As if time had halted and the world stopped spinning, everything seemed to slow down at that moment. Maybe it was the sweet scent of his bergamot fragrance. Maybe it was the tightening of his grip on your jaw, or perhaps the longing you had for him that's enticing you in this position.

It's not every day that we get to see our dreams come true, and for one, it's a matchless feeling, especially when the dream is worthwhile. Slowly, you give in and close your eyes in the warmth of his touch. His lips parted to bite at your lower lip, and you overtly open your mouth to let him in.

"Do you think you could answer it now?" He questions you, but you couldn't comprehend what he was saying. You were too caught up in your own feelings during the whole session; you almost forgot what happened before it was done. Just when you thought he’d stop pulling out all the hidden quirks of yours, he caught you once again. And it didn't take long enough before you recollected yourself.

"Right. It's way better than I could have ever imagined." You smile at him, giving rise to the same smile as you.

"If this is how it will usually end, maybe I should start gathering more questions for you." He proposes, his head wheeling over to you with sheer excitement.

"Uh-huh... Just make sure you don't catch anything from the streets before you come over." You reply with a cackle, getting off his lap and sitting back down on the soft mattress.

It was supposed to be a dull and boring day. But with another chance that you two meet comes another something to remember forever. And you can't help but grin from ear to ear.

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ms-indifferwnt · 3 years

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I’m Cold

“I'm cold"

"And?"

"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"

"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"

In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)

Notes: Chapter 3 of Im Cold. Sorry this one took longer, hope you guys enjoy

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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Y/n was screaming in frustration o to her pillow, Damn the Prince's good Looks, Damn the Prince's words, Damn the Prince's Kindness, Damn it all!

Y/n sighs after screaming on to her pillow, she flips over back against the soft covers, she couldn't help but think about how the evening end up like this. How could she say yes? After Prince Donghyuck has asked for two Weeks what happened?

"No" Y/n replied and stood up

Donghyuck grabbed her by the wrist, it wasn't forceful nor was it tight, Prince Donghyuck gave her an opportunity to pull away, to take her wrist away from the Prince, But why didn't she? "Please" He pleaded and Y/n's eyes widened "At least think it over, if you are still determined to tell my parents I will gladly assist you but please, at least until we're done eating dinner, think it over"

Y/n was shocked to see the prince pleading, asking her to think about it, was this that important to the prince? She nods, fine after dinner she'll reject him, she was getting fed up with how stubborn he is, it wasn't just messing up with the royal family's values, it was also bothering with her life, her own private life, how she is being seen, how people address her whole life went upside down just because the prince lost his temper

Donghyuck nods and stands bowing towards her, "I'm sorry, I know I have troubled you" He confesses and Y/n grabbed him by the shoulders to make him stand straight but he wouldn't budge "I know that by making you do this I have placed you in a hard position" she shakes her head and tears start trickling his eyes, it was all overwhelming, her feelings and the Prince' words being all too heavy on her conscience, the tears weren't necessary nor was it intentional but before she could realize, a sob leaves her lips and Prince Donghyuck's reaction was quick, he stood up straight hands out to hold her as she starts wiping her face

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying" she whimpers and keeps wiping her face with her hands, The prince pulls her hands away and uses his handkerchief to wipe her tears, no words were exchanged, not until she calmed down

Neither noticed it but the Prince'd hand always hovered near the girl's as if waiting for the right moment to hold her hand. The Prince looks at her and she was staring at the cloth in her hand, it was simple, laced in golden thread "Do you like sweets?" The Prince suddenly spoke making her look at him and she nods, he smiles softly and takes her hand in his "Let's go get some ice-cream"

Morning comes and Y/n wakes up to the sound of Prince Donghyuck's voice "Hana, which one is better?"

Y/n opened her eyes to be greeted by Prince Donghyuck looking through her closet "Goodmorning" he greets and moves to kiss her forehead, Y/n still freezes at the action but smiled "I've chosen your outfit for today so we can match" Donghyuck pats his thighs to show off the color and smiles, standing up to hold her hand and help her out of bed, "Wear this" he shows a pretty blue floral lace Bardot dress, pattern adorned with white and pink roses while lace covers the edges the color matching the Prince's blue-ish dress pants "Get her dressed Hana"

And at the Prince's words, Hana leads Y/n to the conjoined bathroom, helping her clean up and get dressed fixing the way it hugs her curves, and Hana smiles, applying a bit of touch-ups on her skin and fixing her hair. She was done and Y/n looked into the mirror, Hana has fixed her hair into a half-up bun style making it look messy yet classy, the hairstyle complementing the dress

They both left the bathroom only to be greeted by the prince facing away from the bathroom door looking at his phone "Done? Can I turn and see?"

Y/n blinks, the Prince purposefully turned away to give her space and privacy, she smiles softly "Yes you can turn around now"

The prince turns around and he smiles at the sight, but then he wrapped one arm around his waist as a support for his elbow where he places his chin on his palm eyeing her "Something's missing" he mumbled

Y/n blinks and tilts her head as Hana turns to look at Y/n "Jewelry?" Hana offers and the Prince nods, with the Maid immediately reacting walking to get the Jewelry box from the vanity, "Milady has a wide assortment of jewelry here, my Prince" she says and turns only to gasp at the sight

The Prince had invaded Y/n's personal bubble, him being so close their chest could be flushed against each other, her hair was out of the way while the Prince had his arms around her neck as he tries and clasps the necklace. In all honesty, if he wanted to help her wear it he could've done it from behind not doing it while almost hugging Y/n

Y/n could feel the Prince's breath fan against her neck at the close proximity, she blushes and moved to hold on to the blazer in front of her until finally, the prince locks the necklace tracing a cold finger against the chain, she tried, she just couldn't help but feel the goosebumps rise against her skin where he had touched "There, you look pretty" he smiles his finger stopping at the pendant only to return tracing against her collar bones and down her arms. Y/n would be lying if she says the prince didn't have an effect on her, cause, oh how her heart raced at the action, silently willing them to stop, he traces lower 'till he holds her hand looking at her wrist "Let us get you a bracelet" he lets go of her only to look through the jewelry box

Hana stood there in shock, cheeks a shade of red at the display of affection, standing off to the side, knowing that she shouldn't react unless Y/n or the Prince might need her

The Prince would take time, looking through the wide assortment of bracelets and looking at the Y/n to look at her wrists and then dress, only to resume his search. Y/n on the other hand had examined the pendant of the necklace, it was a flower, a white flower pendant with delicate details on to its petals, making it look as if it is blooming "It's called a gardenia flower"

She looks into his eyes "what?" she blinks a bit surprises

He points to the pendant "That a gardenia flower, do you like it?" he asks and stands up fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves

She nods shyly "It's a pretty flower" he nods and takes his watch off, it was a simple watch, it had a golden chain strap along with its case, a black tint on the watch itself "You have a pretty watch" she murmurs and the Prince smiles

"Good, cause you'll be using this today" he replies and walks up to her so he can hold her wrist, placing the watch on and locking it in place "Its a bit big on you," he laughs as if finding the whole ordeal cute "Remind me later, lets go on jewelry shopping ok?" Y/n nods silently and he examines Y/n, nodding in approval at the sight he smiles and locks there fingers "Lets go, lets have breakfast together then we can go out to my schedules ok?" he says as he leads her out of her room and into the dining hall

Letting him lead her out, "I'm sorry, My Prince-" she starts but the prince cuts her off

"You should get used to calling me Donghyuck for the next two weeks" he murmurs and turns his head to look at her and smiled "What were you saying?"

She clears her throat and avoided eye contact "Why do I have to come with you on your schedule?"

He hums as if thinking of the right words to answer her question "well, It would be great to show my parents that I am 'serious'," He makes air quotes with his free hand "about you, a plus to make them believe that i need time to heal when we do break up. And, it gets lonely when I'm the only one going"

"Where is this meeting being held exactly, My Prince?" Y/n asked as she turns away from the car window to look at the Prince only to get a raised eyebrow in return "Donghyuck" she corrects and he nods in approval

"At a café, we'll be meeting with someone, he claims that this project he proposes will help a lot of people"

"Then why must you be the one to interview them? wouldn't it be better for the King and Queen to address that matter themselves?"

"Well, Yes. But not everything will go through the King and Queen, first they have to go through me to make sure its worth seeing by them and then the decision is ultimately theirs"

"Ah" she hums softly and nods "I understand" she smiles and Donghyuck couldn't help but smile back

Once they arrive, The Prince leads Y/n by the hand to a man dressed in a fancy suit he stands and bows towards the new arrivals "My name Johnny, thank you for giving me a chance to speak to you your highness"

Donghyuck bows and smiles "Of course,. I'd like you to meet my Fiancé, Y/n this Suh Johnny, a dear friend and at the moment a benefactor" he smiles informs and Johnny bows in her direction with her mirroring the action, "Please sit." They all obeyed

Johnny was very convincing and honestly, the Prince liked his proposal but as Johnny excused himself to go to the bathroom, Donghyuck turned to Y/n "What do you think?"

She blinked in confusion "Sorry?" she tilts her head slightly and Donghyuck had resist the urge to grab her by the chin so that he can adjust it "But why are you asking me, my Prince?"

He frowns "Donghyuck, Y/n, please call me Donghyuck, you earned the title of being my friend in this predicament you and I are in" earning a nod from the girl and he hums "but to answer your question, its because you might know what's best" she watches him as he spoke "I have not once tried living as if I wasn't a prince, I've never went to the market or done house chores, but you have and you do, compared to me you know what can help improve the way my people work and move, so I'm asking you, what did you think of his proposal?"

Y/n lets the Prince's words sink in as she looks down at her lap, she never thought that it'd come to this, The crowned prince asking her opinion but here she was "Yes, It'll be of great help" she started and started explaining the points on why and how it could improve, stating facts and sharing little stories along the way with her explanation as the Prince attentively listened and nodded

After she spoke, the Prince nodded and smiled at her "that is great Y/n" he moves to hold her hand cupping them "Thank you" he beams he opens his mouth to speak only to be stopped by Johnny returning and the Prince drops her hand

"I'm sorry" Johnny says and sat down "May I continue?" and the prince nods "As I was saying adding homes, giving the people their own job that is cleaning up our parks can lessen our rate of jobless citizens and also lessen out the homeless-"

Johnny was cut off to the prince swerving to the side and looking at his Fiancé "What's your favorite cake flavor?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Cake flavor," he repeats and nods towards the different displays and grins "What is it?"

She looks at Johnny who smiles at her "Mocha" she answers and he hums "you really do have a sweet tooth hmm?" he raises a hand to flag down a waiter "and coffee?" he turns to look at her then stops "No, Sorry you hate coffee... One Mocha cake and," he hums going back to when he bought ice cream for her and smiled "two cups of Hot Chocolate please, would you like anything Johnny?"

"Just coffee" He replies

"Black Coffee for him" Donghyuck says and the waiter bows, "Sorry, continue" and with that Johnny continues

Donghyuck is now to make a decision, if he says yes, Johnny will speak to his parents about his proposal and he hums, giving his and Y/n's words to careful consideration, his eyes drifting to Y/n as she took a bite "feed me" he says out of the blue making Y/n and Johnny look at him surprised

"I can't think without sugar and I drank my milk, just one bite" he coaxes and, Y/n offered him a bit which he happily accepted, looking at Johnny he grins "I hope my parents like your idea as much as we did Johnny"

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turinn · 3 years

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Train Station

Koga Oogami x GN!Reader

Summary: Koga develops a... little crush on someone he sees every time he's at the train station. Shame he's so fucking awkward. Not that his unit mates are any help there.

Tags: Fluff, pining, first meeting, trains

A/N: Real sorry about how my fics are gnna be formatted for a while but I can't sit up to do it on my computer so it's gotta be on on mobile for now. Sorry!

Adonis raised his eyebrows at Koga, waiting for him to respond to the question he'd just asked him. He didn't. Kaoru and Rei were both smirking, looking in the same direction as Koga, and Adonis followed their gazes over to you. Ah. Of course.

Every time UNDEAD had to go somewhere together, they'd get the train at this station, usually just after school, since two of their members were still in their third year. And every time they arrived at the station, it didn't take long for Koga to malfunction. Adonis was still unsure whether you were a student nearby or commuting, but one thing that was for certain was that you always took the same train at this station- or at least you had every time they'd been here.

Koga's little crush had started the first time they'd decided to take the train rather than the bus, it being quicker and usually cheaper. You'd been leaning against the wall next to the ticket machine, laughing into your phone. He'd been sent to buy their tickets and he'd dropped all his money when he heard your laugh. Rei had come over to 'save' him, much to his underclassman's embarrassment, and he'd spent the whole journey positively glaring at Rei.

A couple weeks later they'd gotten the train again (Rei had insisted, his tone of voice making it clear he had an ulterior motive. Bastard.) and sure enough, there you were. That day you'd had a friend with you, and Koga seemed to short circuit as he caught sight of you animatedly relaying a story to them. He'd stopped mid sentence, choking on the words and then insisting he needed to buy a drink from the small store situated at the other end of the station. He'd almost committed a murder when he walked out of the store and saw Kaoru talking to you, leaning against a signpost and smiling flirtatiously.

"They dropped their phone." Adonis had reassured him.

"Don't be surprised if he comes back with their number, though." Rei interjected unhelpfully. Whether it was luckier for Koga or for Kaoru that he didn't, none of them could be sure.

When they took their fifth trip by train since he'd seen you first a few months ago, he was feeling confident. He'd finally talk to you today. As soon as he remembered how to walk.

"Fuck it. Today I'm gonna get their number!" Koga announced proudly, before he took one step in your direction and tripped over his shoelaces. He wished he could say he handled it smoothly, but to do so he would definitely have to lie. He'd landed face first on the ground, and Rei had not held back on laughing at him. It must have been a goddamn miracle that you were facing away from him when it happened, checking the announcement on the board that your train had been delayed. Setting himself to rights (and making sure his shoelaces were firmly tied), he regathered his somewhat bruised confidence and made his way towards you.

"Hey." He'd tapped on your shoulder, and you'd turned around quickly, your face scrunched up in confusion, but still plastered with a friendly smile.

"Oh, hello! Can I help you?" The grey haired boy standing in front of you hadn't answered. He'd just sort of... stared, awkwardly.

15 odd feet away, Adonis could see his friends face going redder than the tomato juice Rei was drinking, and he couldn't help but feel a little bad for him.

"Are you... okay?" You tilted your head, confusion fading away for concern. This boy had just... frozen in front of you, and he looked like hewas wishing he could disappear into the ground right now. This was an astute observation, because that was exactly what he was wishing for. You gently placed a hand on his upper arm, hoping to snap him out of whatever odd stupor he'd fallen into. The boy coughed and ran back to his friends. ".... Okay then? Weird."

Back with his unit, Koga felt awful.

"You didn't get their number, did you?" Rei asked, looking apologetic. He already knew the answer

"...No."

"Did you at least learn their name?" Kaoru offered, hoping to help him see the bright side.

"I said 'hey'. That's kind of where the conversation stopped."

"Oh my god..."

"They said hello and I... forgot how to speak."

Adonis put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly and he brushed it off, growling. "I'll get it next time. Stop looking at me like that." He didn't speak for the rest of the journey.

The next time UNDEAD take the train, Koga gets... a different kind of distracted. You're nowhere to be see. He finds excuses to walk up and down the platform several times, and he doesn't catch a glimpse of you once. It makes him antsy.

"Will you relax? You're driving me up the wall." Kaoru, sat next to him on the train, could hardly focus with the incessant bouncing of Koga's leg in his peripheral vision.

"Now, now, it's not his fault. Someone didn't get to see his object of admiration today, did he?"

Koga bares his teeth at Rei, pissed off at the teasing lilt in his voice.

"Piss off."

"Didn't anybody ever tell you to respect your elders?"

"Sorry. Piss off, please." Rei simply rolls his eyes and settles in his seat, presumably hoping to nap. Koga goes back to glaring at the floor like it had caused him some personal offense.

He doesn't even know your name, why the hell does he care? Sure, you're cute but that's not enough reason. And yeah, your laugh is the nicest sound he's ever heard but neither is that! He thinks constantly about how concerned you'd looked when he froze up in front of you, how gently you'd placed your hand on his arm to try and shake him out of it, how soft your voice had been when you'd asked him if he was okay.... Oh, Jesus Christ. What the hell have you done to him?

On the return journey home, he's still tense. He'd managed to shake the feeling off during their shoot, but it had returned pretty much as soon as he'd gotten back on the train. It was starting to give him a headache.

He was just considering buying a bottle of water from the lady with the cart next time she passed by when someone slumped down on the seat opposite him, and Adonis nudged him gently.

Looking up, Koga felt like he was about to choke. You were sitting in front of him, headphones plugged firmly in your ears and an exhausted look on your face. Whether you recognise him or not he can't tell.

Kaoru clears his throat, making some garbled excuse for getting up and going to the other end of the carriage, dragging Rei with him. Adonis quickly follows, offering Koga a small smile before ditching him. Alone with you (well, alone as one can be on a crowded train), Koga attempts to catch his composure. He's still staring at his shoes when he feels a tap on his knee, and looks up to see you smiling at him.

"D'you have a bad day? You look like you wanna set the world on fire." He furrows his brows at you, but your smile is so warm he forces himself to settle down and responds.

"Something like that, yeah."

"I'm headed down that alley pretty fast myself. I'm L/N Y/N. I see you around fairly often, you and your friends who just ditched you. I'm uh... assuming that was to give you a chance to talk to me again?"

"Honestly, I don't know what they're thinking. But probably."

"You didn't seem like you knew where to start, so I figured I'd start for you. That's okay, right? I mean- if you don't wanna talk I can leave you b-"

"No!" Koga blurts out, and then turns red. "I.. I wanna talk to ya." You smile at him again, your own cheeks heating up.

"Great! Can I know your name, then?"

"Oogami Koga."

The two of you talk the rest of the way, and he almost misses his stop, saved only by Rei sauntering over to inform him. You have to wait at the station for another train to get you home, but before the rest of his unit can drag him away, you write your number on his palm and grin at him.

Your receive a text less than two minutes later.

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