#but i never noticed just how often he says it until i paid close attention

[concreteangel92]

Acting up

Noah Sebastian x fem!reader

18+

Warnings: spanking, clit spanking, dom/sub relationship, oral (m&f receiving) PiV sex, over simulation, aftercare of course

A/N: so I got this idea into my head last week and just had to bring it to life!

Apart from the small writing I uploaded the other day, this is my first proper one shot and deffo the first smut I’ve done in about 7/8 years so I felt incredibly rusty and have prayed that this turned out ok haha I’ve re-read and changed things so many times in the last week 😂 but after finally feeling more or less happy with it, here we are and I hope you enjoy!!

You knew you were in trouble, you’d been winding Noah up all day at an important work event.

Noah hadn’t long been home from yet another tour, but he’d hardly paid you any attention over the last couple days, he was either sleeping or working in his studio and although you love and support everything he does and you understood work has to come first sometimes, you were feeling incredibly needy now.

So you started off small, you wore a dress that left little the imagination. I’m talking bending over too far and everyone sees everything kind of dress to which Noah wasn’t impressed.

“You’re not wearing that to the event.”

“Yes I am.”

Noah’s eyes locked with yours and he had an irritated expression on his face.

“No, you’re not! I’m not having every persons eyes on my girls ass all night because she can’t be bothered to dress appropriately. The car is already outside, I’ll meet you in there. Go change, now.”

You turned away and headed to your shared bedroom with a small smirk on your face, he was too easy to wind up. Instead of changing the dress, you put a long coat over the dress to give the impression you’d changed and jumped into the car.

Noah, having been on his phone texting the whole journey, didn’t seem to notice anything until you arrived at the party, it was full of his management team, the rest of the band, friends, crew, you name it and they were there. Drinks were being served, music was blasting out and everyone appeared to be having a good time already.

You slipped your coat off when you walked into the main room, all eyes were immediately on you but Noah’s became dark.

“What did I say back at home?”

“Can’t remember to be honest”

Noah stood very close to you and put his hand firmly on your upper arm. “I need you to behave yourself tonight.”

All you heard in your mind was “test me more.”

You smiled up at him sweetly, playing the innocent and said “I always behave baby, especially at such an important event.”

Noah gave you a firm look but relaxed his grip on your arm and he let his fall around your waist to guide you around while he mingled.

The night seemed to go well, Noah became a bit more relaxed and was enjoying himself and never strayed too far from your side, often you felt yourself leaning into him, his hand always rubbing small circles on your side absentmindedly. Noah wasn’t someone who displayed massive amounts of affection in public but he loved to always have you in touching distance. And he probably wanted to hide how short your dress was from prying eyes as best as he could.

You let Noah do his thing for a few hours before you started to become impatient, and you knew Noah better then anyone and knew he would be drained by now, he doesn’t do well in big crowds of people and avoids them unless he has to for work, so you decided it was time to start upping the game.

A few throw away comments or jokes at his expense is how it started, your particular favourite was when you offered to grab a drink for him and Jolly but only returned with two and you started to drink one yourself.

“Did you get my drink babe?”

“You have legs right? Do what comes after February….March”

Noah tensed next to you every time and then when you both walked over to both the Nick’s and Jolly who had excused themselves to the sofas, you knew it was time.

You said hello and sat yourself right next to Jolly and Folio which meant Noah had no choice but to sit with Nick opposite you on the other sofa, Noah looked a bit disappointed as there was room for both of you but that look didn’t last long.

After glancing around and making sure that Ruffilo wasn’t watching, you uncrossed your legs and opened them up just enough for Noah to realise that you hadn’t got any underwear on tonight. Noah’s face instantly hardened and he glared straight at you, you couldn’t help but smile and giggle quietly to yourself as you knew this was it, Noah would never let you get away with this, you could feel yourself growing wetter just at the thought of what he’s going to do when you’re alone.

Jolly turned to you after hearing your giggle and said “what’s got you giggling?”

You crossed your legs back over and replied with “oh….erm I was just thinking that if it rains tonight, I don’t have a hood or umbrella so I’d end up getting very wet tonight”

Jolly looked ever so slightly confused but commented back that he didn’t believe it was forecasted to rain. You looked back over to Noah with a smile and you watched as his jaw clenched and his eyes were dark, he gave a very menacing look in your direction at the comment you’d made, he suddenly cleared his throat and jumped up.

“On that note guys I’m not feeling very well, I think I’m going to call it a night now, come on y/n.”

Ruffilo looked concerned “you alright man?”

Noah didn’t take his eyes off you “bad headache”

You stood up and fixed your dress, you smiled at the guys and said goodbye, Noah made certain to pass you your coat and grabbed your hand very firmly and said under his breath “we’ll talk about this at home.”

The ride home was silent, Noah’s grip hasn’t left your hand, and although it was starting to hurt slightly, it was simply causing you to ache elsewhere. You knew Noah was extremely angry, you’d technically crossed a line and was playing up in front of his friends which he doesn’t like but you couldn’t help it, he looked very attractive to you right now.

Not a word was said until you both walked into your house, you went to turn around and then found yourself pinned up against the door with Noah’s hand wrapped around your throat.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what baby?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, you knew exactly what you were doing, you’ve been acting like a brat all day and at one of my work events, are fucking serious?”

You stared up at him with big eyes, between your thighs was already wet and his hand became just that bit tighter which made your breath hitch.

“I just wanted some attention off you for a change.”

Noah ran his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“Is that so?”

Without any warning he stuck one of his fingers into you and your mouth fell open with a silent moan, head falling back onto the wall.

“You’re so wet for me baby, been thinking about this all day eh?”

“Ye-yes.”

“You want me to make you feel good?”

You nodded while he moved his finger slowly but then removed it, take a moment to clean it off with his mouth.

“Too bad, you think after your performance tonight that you can just get what you want? I don’t think so. Get up those stairs and into our room, only good girls get rewarded.”

Your brain felt fuzzy with excitement as you followed his orders, you went up to your room, Noah not far behind you closing the door and then he sat himself on the edge of the bed.

Noah then stretched his neck from one side to the other, as if preparing for what was about to happen and watching him do that, you practically came on the spot.

“Lay across my lap.”

You went to remove your dress but he stopped you

“Leave it on. You wanted to wear it so badly.”

You walked over to Noah and got comfortable across his lap and he pulled the dress up so he had complete access to you.

“Now for your punish today, I think 15 will do, count each hit and if you miss then we shall start again, understand?”

You nodded in response.

“Use your words angel”

“Yes I understand”

“Remember your safe word?”

Your heart swelled at that as he asks every time he knows he’s about to be rough.

“Yes I do”

“Good girl”

That phrase made your pussy throb, as much as you love being a brat, you also adored his praise.

Noah ran his hand over the back of your legs, he gently parted them slightly and saw the slick coating on the inside of your thighs. Your heart rate increase and you could feel yourself clenching around nothing.

“My dirty girl is looking forward to this huh?”

You were going to respond when out of nowhere he spanked you hard and you let out a deep groan.

“One”

He spanked you again, on the opposite cheek, making sure to keep his hand slightly cupped and not to go to high up so not to hit your lower back.

“Two”

“Are we starting to learn our lesson yet?”

You smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “No.”

“Very well”

Noah was then smacking your bare behind multiple times in a row and you done your best to keep up calling out the numbers with his fast pace, all while you could feel the beautiful stinging pain begin the more he spanked you.

“Ten!”

“That’s my good girl, you’re going a beautiful shade of red baby, shall we take it up a notch for the last 5?”

“Yes sir”

Noah hummed in approval of the name you used, the pain was coming through more now but Noah started to rub you down to soothe you. His hand pulled away briefly and you felt it be replaced with your leather paddle that you didn’t even realised he’d got out ready.

“5 hard smacks angel and then it’s over, you’re doing so good for me.”

You squeezed your thighs together more to try and get relief from the aching you felt, you prayed Noah would reward you soon.

He smacked the paddled down extra hard then he normally did and you cried out and called out “el..eleven!”

“You know what that was for, you get your reward when I say so.”

You nodded and moaned and your body jolted when he then continued the last 4 smacks on you.

“Fifteen!”

You relaxed down on his lap, your backside feeling hot to the touch and was no doubt bright red but you felt his soothing touch as he rubbed over his work for a minute.

Noah gently brought you up and gave you a soft kiss

“You took that so well baby, almost made me feel bad seeing how red you’ve gone, that will definitely bruise later.”

You leaned in and kissed him harder, now straddling his lap and feeling how hot your whole body was. You could feel his erection through his trousers and you started to grind yourself down until his hands stopped you.

“Oh no you don’t angel, we haven’t finished yet”

You stared at him and he brushed your hair out of your face.

“You may have taken your punishment but I don’t feel like I’ve had a proper apology yet”

“I’m sorry Noah…”

“On your knees.”

You dropped down onto your knees immediately, wanting nothing more than to please him however he wanted.

“Suck my cock baby and then maybe I’ll forgive you for acting up today in front of my friends, show me how sorry you are.”

He pulled his boxers and trousers down his hips and legs, just enough to give you access. You watched as his dick fell back onto his stomach, a small amount of precum already leaking out. You wasted no time and licked up his shaft before taking him completely in your mouth and hollowing out your cheeks

“F-fuck baby that’s it”

You grabbed his base with one of your hands while you bobbed your head up and down, no teasing tonight, you cupped his balls with your other hand and gently massaged them making Noah throw his head back letting out guttural growls that you’d normally only hear on the stage while his hand came to rest in your hair guiding you up and down on him.

Next thing you felt was Noah pulling you off him and he brought you in for a kiss, while lifting you onto the bed and pushing your thighs apart so he could rest between them.

“You really are so perfect for me angel”

Noah gave no warning before he dived straight in. A choked cry fell from your lips and he sucked onto your clit and parted your lips with his fingers, to then move down and push his tongue straight in for a taste. Noah was the type of guy who could be between your legs for hours, he was like a thirsty man in a dessert, and he was very smug that he was the first man to ever make your legs shake uncontrollably while eating you out, man is a munch for a reason.

You reached your hand down into his hair and pressed his face into you, trying to grind onto him as you felt yourself getting closer, Noah pulled back and slapped your clit which caused you to jump and moan out.

“Don’t forget your place tonight baby”

You nodded in response but clearly that wasn’t good enough as he delivered another spank down.

“Words”

“Yes Noah, I’ll be good I promise”

You were desperate to cum now, you’d been on the edge for ages and those last two spanks nearly sent you over but you had a feeling Noah wasn’t done with you yet.

Noah kissed your shaky thighs gently, he then gripped your hips down and went straight back in, his face being literally buried in your warmth and your hands are gripping the sheets beneath you while he groans against you, still licking and sucking all over you like you’re his last meal

You could feel your orgasm building up again, your thighs started to shake more and as Noah was sucking on your clit, you felt his fingers at your entrance. Your back arched as he pushed one in, your walls finally having something to hold onto, your cries getting louder and louder. Noah continued as he was, almost with no need for breath, his mouth and fingers working together while he grounded your hips down on the mattress.

“I’m so close Noah”

Noah then pulled away once more with a devilish smirk while you let a choked gasp.

“Have we learned our lesson yet princess?”

You had tears in your eyes, he couldn’t be serious, you were nearly there but Noah loved to edge you as a punishment, he loved to see you beg for him.

“Noah, please I’m so sorry, I won’t ever be a brat in front of your friends again. Please, please let me cum, I’ll be so good for you I promise!”

Noah leant forward, wiped a tear away that had slipped out and gave you a sweet kiss.

“Shhhhh it’s ok baby, I’ve gotcha you”

Noah ran his hands down your sides and settled himself back, he licked a big strip from your opening up to your clit and attached his mouth there while he pushed two fingers back in, Noah wasn’t playing this time, he relentlessly brought you back up to your high, legs shaking, back arching and tears forming in your eyes as you cried out

“Please don’t stop Noah”

And he doesn’t, the arm that’s been holding your hips down, he moves his hand onto your lower tummy and pushes down while he curls his fingers up inside and that’s all it takes for you to feel your orgasm wash over you with a scream.

He doesn’t pull away from you until you’re whining and crying from the overstimulation, you push his head away as the aftershocks are still shaking your body every few seconds and Noah crawls up from between your thighs with his face drenched in your juices. He held you while you came back around, placing small kisses around your collarbone.

“Colour?”

“Green, so green”

Noah let out a small laugh “ok baby, you ready for me?”

You could feel him hard against your thigh, you nodded and leaned up to him for a kiss which he returned. He pulls away and gently removes your dress up over your head and quickly removes the rest of his clothes.

“Turned around, ass up for me.”

You rolled onto your stomach and Noah helped positioned your hips up for him, he ran one hand over your cheek which was definitely sore now but that was forgotten when you felt his head at your entrance. Noah pushed in with no resistance and bottomed out straight away with a loud moan.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good”

Noah held onto your hips and then started a fast, unrelenting pace which caused you to cry out and push back into him. You swear you could feel his tip hitting your stomach with every thrust and Noah wasn’t shy about letting out his own growl’s and groans. You felt your walls closing on him again, your head pressing into the sheets as you called his name. You could only imagine how beautifully sinful he must have looked right now. Noah reached around and started rubbing your clit again.

“One more angel, give me one more, I know you can do it”

Practically screaming you felt yourself crash over the edge and Noah soon followed, his body coming down onto yours, both sweaty and breathless.

You felt Noah pull out gently and rolled you into him, he held onto you as you snuggled into him, your body sore but beautifully spent.

“You ok baby? I’ll be back in a minute ok?”

You nodded as you curled up on the bed, Noah came back in a few minutes later with a glass of water and a warm wash cloth. He gently cleaned you up in between your legs, made you drink some water and then got some cream out of the draw and he rolled you back over to gently rub it over the bruises that were already starting to appear.

You scrunched up your face a little bit, something Noah didn’t miss.

“You done so well for me tonight princess”

Noah got out a comfy t shirt for you and he put on a pair of sweats and then got you both under the covers.

“Is there anything else I can get you baby?”

“No, all I want is a cuddle”

Noah smiled “I think I can manage that”

You curled up into side and he wrapped his arms around you, you felt so warm and safe with him.

Thinking back to the last few hours you let out a small giggle.

“What’s funny?”

“I should play up in front of your friends more often.”

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[iguana-eyanna]

What's In Front Of Us

Pairing: Clark Kent x plus size! reader

Warning: Mentions of bullying

Summary: For once in his life, Clark never felt so speechless until he saw you in blue.

a/n: loosely based on the song You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift

The bell school rang, alerting the students it was dismissal. Everyone flooded the hallways as well as you. You walked up to your locker, unlocking it as you got the books you needed. When you close it, a familiar face looks at you, smiling.

"Did the birthday girl had a good day?" Clark Kent, your best friend since childhood, asked you.

"It was fantastic." you said sarcastically, then bursting into a fit of laughter as Clark joined too.

"I wanted to sleep in World Geography so bad." You said, almost putting your books inside of your bag.

"Yeah, I felt the same for Chemistry." Clark said, already grabbing your books and carrying it for you.

You never minded Clark helping you, besides, you want to use his super strength for good use.

You two were inseparable growing up. You were basically at the Kent Farm all of your childhood and often referred to you as their second child.

"Also, birthday girl gets to drive." You smirked, flashing your new car keys to Clark. He smiled at you, knowing that you've pleaded your dad to drive and he gave you his old pick up truck. You both walked to the parking lot, and see the popular girls whispering at you as you get in the old pick up truck. You never knew why they disliked you so much, but you never paid attention to their sneers. Clark always admired that about you, that nothing tore you down.

"Anyways, I was thinking we could study for a bit at the coffee shop and I'll drop you home." You said to Clark as you drove out of campus.

"Sure, my parents will be relieved that I'm actually getting help with this class. They're more proud of your grades than mine." He joked.

"I have that effect on other people's parents. You have your powers and I have mine." You joked as Clark chuckled.

Soon, you drove to where you guys were headed and walked side by side inside the Talon. You then ordered what you wanted and sat down, just going over some things for your Chem homework.

You were still talking about some formulas and you look up to see Clark glancing elsewhere.

You follow his gaze and see he was staring at Lana Lane. It was like she popped out of those teen rom-com scenes where the guy is staring at his love interest. You roll your eyes, muttering 'typical' as you return to your notes.

"What?" He says, turning to you obliviously.

"You have super hearing and you didn't hear me?" You question.

"Who has super hearing?" Lana asks as she came up to your table.

You and Clark turn to her like deers in headlights. Clark coughs in his hand as you try stammering out.

"Oh, I was... just teasing how Kent prides in his hearing but he wasn't listening about our homework." You said.

Lana politely smiles as she looks at Clark flirtatiously.

"Better start studying Clark. You don't want to be grounded on prom night for slacking school." She said, picking up his empty drink and went to the back.

You had nothing against Lana. She was nice to you compared to the other girls in school. But you felt a pang of jealousy that Clark started to notice her more often. He thought he was weak in the knees for her, but soon found out the kryptonite necklace she wore made Clark ill. (Maybe you were a bit appeased by this, but you would never tell Clark that.)

Clark looks at her till she leaves his sight and immediately looks down to his textbook, reading the chapter.

"Really? I've been helping you for a whole week and it takes Lane two seconds for you to study?" You asked, feeling a bit upset.

Clark looks up to you, feeling bad. "I'm sorry, you know how I get flustered."

"Yeah..." you muttered again before reading to yourself.

"Hey, someone's a bit grumpy. Is it because I didn't give you your birthday present?" Clark asks, smirking.

"Clark, I told you, I don't like being spoiled." You said. Of course, you appreciate the Kents for taking care of you, especially since your dad is still mourning the loss of your mom.

"Hey, you're my best friend. I want to show how lucky I am that you're cool with me being an alien and all." You snicker at his comment, he never failed to make you laugh.

"Okay, Kent. Give me my present." You said in a sassy tone.

Clark smiles and dugs inside of his signature red jacket and hands you a present that looked like it was wrapped by a toddler. (You'd think he'd use his speed to be useful but oh well) You open it and you stare down at a silver bracelet that had a charm with the first letter of your name.

"Clark... I can't- accept this." You said, feeling a bit choked.

"Hey, yes, you should. I just remembered that you've always wanted to have a bracelet like your mom so I tried to find the closest thing like in the pictures." He said.

You form a smile as you wipe your tears.

"Thank you." You whispered, you said, fumbling to try to place it around your wrist.

Clark saw you were struggling a bit so he takes the bracelet and helps you put it on.

He gently holds your hand up and you both admire the twinkle it shows under the lights.

"It's beautiful." you said, looking down.

"Yeah, it is." he whispers under his breath.

You two retract your hands, feeling a bit flustered.

"Um... let's just go back to work." you whispered, staring back at your textbook.

Clark didn't say anything except smile at you and continued on with his studies, happy that he gets to be with you.

Soon, you drove him back home and see that his parents were out as Jonathan was getting off the tractor and Martha coming out of the house.

"Hey you two! How was studying?" Martha asks.

"It was good, Clark listens to me better than the teacher." You joked, making Clark roll his eyes playfully.

"Well, I'm glad that you're teaching him, he's always got his head in the clouds." Jonathan said, messing Clark's hair making his son smile.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I don't think muffins and coffee is a proper meal for this time, especially not on your birthday." Martha asks you.

"I really don't want to intrude." You said, knowing Mrs. Kent won't take no for an answer.

"She did make you your favorite." Jonathan hints, giving you a warm smile.

"Well, I guess can't pass up on a good meal." You joked as Martha hugs as you walks you into the house.

All of you started to eat and shared your day, laughing and enjoying each other's company. After dinner, Clark walked you to your car and opened your door.

"Hey so, I haven't heard any plans from you for prom." Clark asks as it was near the date.

"I wasn't initially going, but my aunt sent me a dress she made herself to surprise me. Said every beautiful girl deserves a beautiful dress." you said.

Clark comes closer to you, leaning on your open window.

"I didn't know what you were up to, so I was wondering if you wanted to go together?" Clark suggested.

You look at him surprised. you knew he didn't want to go to prom all together, unless he asked Lana, but he hasn't even asked her. You assume that she already has a date. You're about to tell him that you didn't want to be a second choice but his eyes gave you this look.

"You know you're the only one for me... so what do you say? I'll buy you a corsage to match that bracelet of yours."

In that moment, something in you just sparked.

"Well... flowers do sound nice." you said.

Clark shone his signature smile and straightened up.

"Great! I'll pick you up at your house, 8 o'clock sharp!" He said as he jogs to his door.

You couldn't help but shake your head as you started your car.

Prom would be one night to remember.

As the night came, Clark was trying to make a bowtie but kept on failing. Jonathan saw his son and walked in his room.

"Getting nervous there son?" he asks, leaning by the door frame.

Clark looks at his dad and looks down to his unfinished tie.

"It's just a dance." Clark said.

Jonathan laughs his head as he goes up to Clark, already fixing his tie.

"It's not just an ordinary dance, especially for you two lovebirds." His dad joked.

Clark rolls his eyes, as his parents often paired you and Clark since you two met.

"Dad...." Clark warned.

"I'm just saying son, it takes a long time for us Kent men to realize what's in front of us. That's all I can say." Jonathan said.

He finished the tie and patted Clark on the shoulder, implying that he was finally done. The two share a grateful look at each other and walked out to the car. Martha joins as she brought a polaroid, wishing to get pictures before you two head to the school.

When they arrive to your house, Clark takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

He then sees your dad who looked very bright.

"Clark! Come in, she should be coming down by now. Started getting ready since noon!" He says. Clark's parents go up to your dad and talk while Clark was staring at the staircase, trying not to burn it.

He then did a double take as he finally saw you as you walked out of your room as you were walking down the stairs. You wore this dark blue off-the-shoulder dress with a high slit on your left leg. He was stunned as your hair and makeup were professionally done. What made his heart flutter was the bracelet he gave you.

Martha gasps as she places a hand on her chest.

"Darling, you look beautiful! Clark, tell her she looks beautiful!" She said.

"Thank you Mrs. Kent." you said, staring at her.

You then look at Clark, slightly squirming in your dress that felt hot.

Clark could tell that you were waiting for a response. But there were so many words in the english language for him to describe you: exquisite, stunning, angelic... his breath was taken away.

All he could do was gulp, and offer you your corsage.

"This is... for you." he mustered the courage to say.

You decided not to let Clark make a fool of himself and walked up to him as he placed it around your wrist, feeling the same vibrations when he placed your bracelet on for the first time.

You two smiled at each other and looked up when you see a flash. Martha took a picture and orders you to pose with each other. Clark and you take pictures and tell your parents that it's time to head out. They wave you goodbye as Clark drove you to the dance.

The ride was silent, as the two of you sat awkwardly to school.

"Sooo..." You muttered.

"Sooo..." Clark replied.

You've grown a bit unsteady, and Clark could sense too. You're heart was thumping faster than a speeding bullet.

Clark gives you a glance and looks back on the road.

"Your dad seemed happy."

You smile as you look out the window.

"Yeah, he said that today reminded him of his first date with mom on their prom night. Brought back some good memories."

Clark smiled. You and your dad have been so estranged for so long, but was happy that you two found some inner peace.

"I'm not great with, talking about things... but I want us to have a fun night together, with you." You look at him and give him a smile.

"I'd love nothing more."

As you parked in the school's parking lot, Clark helped you down his car and held your hand. He held it tight, reassuring you that he wouldn't leave your side. You both took a deep breath and walked into the prom together.

Luckily you went during the rush, hiding among plain sight among the numerous teens. The night went without a hitch, you two were having a great time laughing and dancing.

Then it came the slow dance.

You and Clark looked at each other awkwardly.

"We can sit down if you want." You say, already crossing your arms as you felt too conscious.

"I was hoping we'd dance if you like." he says, stepping forward to you.

You look up to him, eyes doe like as you took a silent gulp. You slowly wrap your hands behind Clark's neck as he placed his hands on your waist.

You two don't break eye contact as the lights dimmed and the music filled your ears. You two slowly closed with each other, not saying a word. You lay your head on his chest as he held you tighter once more. Clark felt like he was floating in midair, wanting to hold you as long as he can.

He got lost in thought till he heard your voice.

"Clark?" you ask.

He looks down at you, your eyes shining like stars.

"They're staring at us." you said, uneasy.

He looks around and sees his peers, even hearing the smallest of whispers around you.

"Don't pay attention to them, they're just jerks." He says.

"What are they saying?" you ask.

"Nothing, they're all jealous that I get to dance with the most gorgeous girl in the room."

"I don't think i believe that... You sure you don't want to dance with a prettier girl like Lana?" You ask, stopping your dance.

"I don't want to dance with her, I want to dance with you." He says, firming his voice.

The insecurities start building in your chest and you let go of him.

"I'm sorry, I can't." You said, already running away with tears in your eyes.

He calls you by your name but you can't look back, not when you were feeling like a fool.

You go straight to the bathroom, holding onto the sink as you cried more, ruining some of your makeup.

It was stupid, stupid to think that you could have a chance with Clark. You guys have been friends your entire lives, he'll never view you as something more.

You whip your head up and hear some laughter. Lana was the first girl you saw and she looked so happy. She then saw you and saw her features soften.

"Hey, I'm just going to take a bit, you can go." she said to her friends.

She goes straight to the paper towel roller and took a piece. She walks right up to you.

"May I?" she asks, lifting up the napkin.

You were shocked, but you straighten up and allowed her to wipe off the mascara down your checks.

"Whoever told us that prom is the best night of your life is utter crap." she said.

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, i'm just counting down the days till I leave for college." you said, feeling a bit better.

Once she was done, she threw the trash and gave you a comforting smile.

"You look beautiful, you and Clark must be having a good time." She said.

You frown a bit before you lean by the sink.

"I'm kind of avoiding him right now." You said in a low tone, crossing your arms.

Lana looks upset. "If he said anything I swear I'll bring him hell." She said in a serious tone.

You laugh, as you know she'd fight for you.

“Clark is fine, it’s just… the people around us stare at me like I came out of a circus.” You said.

“Hey, don’t think that. In ten years, they’ll be wasting away in some bar or regretting having three kids who are under five. You? You’re going to graduate top of our class and go out into the world, doing greater things. They’ll regret ever saying one bad thing about you.” Lana said, placing a comforting hand by your arm.

You hugged her tight, trying not to cry.

“Thanks Lana, you don’t know how much that means to me.”

She rubs your back and looks at you, beaming that you’re feeling better.

“If I’m not mistaken, I believe you need to finish a dance with your date.” Lana states.

You take one deep breath and you two walk out hand in hand.

What you didn’t expect was Clark sitting by the staircase, straightening up when he sees you.

You look at Lana and give her a smile, implying that you’re able to take care of yourself. She gives you one last hug and says goodbye before heading to the dance.

You and Clark stand next to each other, in uncomfortable silence.

You two speak at the same time, always interrupting when one tried to give the other the floor.

Clark gestures you to speak.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" you ask.

Clark sighs in relief.

"I thought you'd never ask. I wanted to show you something if you want to follow me." He said.

You hesitate for a moment, but you give your hand to him. You two walk to the car and Clark drives you out of the school. You were confused about when Clark takes you to his barn and gets out quickly, wanting to surprise you with something. He returns back with lightning speed, grinning as he hopes to win you back.

"I think you're going to like this." He said.

When he tells you to come upstairs, you were in awe. He decorated the place with his white Christmas lights to illuminate the inside as you two saw the starry sky.

"Thought this would make up for tonight," he says as he walks up to the radio with a cd player and played a slow song.

Clark turns around and admires you standing there. He takes a few steps forward and holds you closer to him as you swayed to the music.

"I never got to say how breathtaking you look tonight. Guess I got too nervous to say it," he says.

You chuckle as you look up at him.

"Well, if that's your apology, I forgive you." You said.

You're thankful for Clark doing all of this. You were a very private person, so sharing this intimate night with each other in a comfortable place made you feel more confident.

You lean on Clark's chest, hearing his fast heartbeat. Clark holds you closer, never wanting to let you go.

That's when he realized his dad's words from earlier.

"I'm so stupid." He mutters to himself.

"What?" You ask.

Clark gulps as he realized he was thinking out loud and stops dancing.

"I'm an idiot."

"I think I need more context than that." You joke.

He rolls his eyes and held your hands firmly, staring into your eyes.

"I've been feeling so lost and nervous, my throat would dry and I forget the words that I want to say. But when I saw you walking down those steps, everything became so clear. I-I... want to protect you, I want to take you out of this town and show the world because you deserve every second of someone loving you and..."

His face inches to your lips.

"I want to be that person that loves you."

Your mind is racing and your heart might as well be jumping out of your chest. Clark could sense the uneasiness as you couldn't reply.

He begins to slip away from your touch, about to turn around "Maybe it's late, I'll take you hom-"

"Wait." You said.

You spin him back to you and without a beat passing, you kissed his lips. Clark's hands lay flat on your back as your heartbeats align. You two felt like you were levitating.

You two break apart, smiling wildly.

"I always wanted to do that," you whispered.

Clark could only chuckle as he shakes his head, as you always made him laugh.

"I thought the same thing." He said.

You two kissed again as the world around you blurred like an unfocused camera. But both of you knew you could capture this night like a picture: forever still in the moment.

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[oh-ranpo]

Kenma is the kind of guy best friend that silently judges every single other guy that you go out with. While you think that he isn’t paying a bit of attention to you when you’re complaining about them, he’s actually thoroughly documenting everything. When he sees you with other guys, he is analyzing every look on your face, drop in your tone, and deflation of your shoulders when they do something that you don’t like or that hurts your feelings. 

He believes you deserve better. He knows that he could treat you better than them because who knows you better than he does? But when you ask for his opinion, he simply shrugs, his eyes on his video game as he knows that the truth isn’t something that you really want from him. You want validation. And sometimes, that’s not something that he can give you if he wants to stay honest. 

“He seems like a nice guy, right?” You would ask, despite the fact that Kenma just witnessed him cut your stories off more than twice in a row.

“I promise, he’s not normally like this,” you would insist after your new guy brushed off your hand after getting upset with you over something trivial. 

He could feel his jaw start to become sore from how often he was having to bite back his words, doing his best to be careful of what he did and didn’t say to you. However, over time, it became harder and harder to watch as you gave your all to people who barely gave you a crumb in return. 

“I know you’re tired of listening to me. I just… I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong.”

And that was when Kenma breaks. Because he can listen to you go on about the shortcomings of others, but he’ll be damned if you put yourself down when you had done nothing but tried your best.

“It’s not you,” he huffed, his eyes lifting from the Switch in his hand, taking you by surprise. You had assumed that he wasn’t listening to you, and instead, was simply humoring you while you went off on a tangent about your latest failed date. “It’s never been because of you, it’s them. They all suck, and unfortunately, you’re too caring to notice.”

You flinched a bit at his words, but your brow also furrowed in confusion. All these years, he had been watching you date around, but he had never sounded so… interested until now. 

“Ken, I don’t-“ You started, but your words died on your tongue as he set his video game down and sat forward on your bed, closing some of the distance between you.

“You have a poor taste in guys, but that really isn’t even entirely your fault. You see the best in others, and I see that as more of a pro than a con.” Amber eyes locked with yours, and you felt the air leave your lungs as you soaked in his words. The silence only spurred him on as he realized that he needed to tell you exactly how he felt because otherwise, he would never forgive himself.

“The guy that you just went out on a date with? He barely even paid attention to anything you were saying. He would ask for your opinion and then do the exact opposite. He was a douche bag.”

Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn’t say anything so he continued.

“The guy before that? He lied to you. I could tell by the twitch of his eyebrow anytime you would ask him about the other girls in his life. I wanted to tell you before you found out on your own, but I didn’t have the proof to back it up at the time. But that twitch was a tell and I’m only sorry that I didn’t realize it in time.”

Your expression softened, and your heart raced in your chest as Kenma’s eyes fell to the comforter between you, his face turning a light pink as he continued verbalizing all of his observations. Little things mostly. Things that had either seemed so small at the time, or ones that he noticed and you were oblivious to. You were shocked at how much he saw when you thought that he was simply playing his video games. 

Kenma couldn’t tell by the look on your face when he had finished what you were thinking, but the confidence he had felt before had dissipated. He didn’t want you to be mad at him. He just wanted you to understand that he saw you for who you were and you deserved someone who could do just that.

“I never realized,” you murmured after several moments of intense silence. Slowly, Kenma raised his gaze once again so that it could meet yours hesitantly.

“Realized what?” The smile on your lips grew at his question.

“That I’ve been searching for that one special guy who understands me, and he’s been in front of me the entire time.”

Kenma didn’t even pretend to care that he seemed to have found himself in the middle of a romcom cliche as a blossom of hope bloomed in his chest. Your smile grew wider as the recognition settled into his features, and you leaned into him, your forehead coming to rest against his own.

“Nobody else fit quite right because you’ve been here the entire time.”

Kenma is the type of guy best friend that falls in love with his best friend and he doesn’t have a single regret about it. 

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[petitelepus]

YANDERE MATCHUP COMMISSION

Ratchet is Yandere for you!

This serious mech didn't pay any special attention to you until he learns about your disability and how sickly you can get when outdoors.

Of course, he gets worried, he worries about the kids also, but you're not a child but an adult, you should know better than heading somewhere where you might get sick!

This old medic is a manipulative Yandere. He will try to manipulate you by using his words and job as the Autobot medic to his advantage. People have to listen to him because he knows what is best for everyone! Or so he likes to believe.

Ratchet gets cranky but it's mainly because he cares… And he grows to care about you a lot. He takes you as his special patient and will always be checking on you if you even cough one too many times.

He starts telling you that he can take you out to see nature, but you need to stay close to him no matter what. If you can do that, he rewards you by suggesting maybe taking you to see botanical gardens or something like that, depending on what season it is.

The medic was never much of a poet but he starts reading about them and he takes a liking to these poets called Haiku. They are short and make their point across immediately. Just like him, you once said and he grunted as he hid his happiness.

Ratchet is old even for a Cybertronian so he knows a lot about stars. Shame that he doesn't know what you humans call them as. He starts learning so he can always tell you what constellation you are admiring at the given moment.

It tends to get cold during the night, so Ratchet insists to wrap you in blankets and hold you against him to keep you warm. Not like he wanted an excuse to hold you close against him.

He can’t understand how you can still be so happy and positive when the world has been so cruel to you. Maybe you are a little ditzy, but that was just one of your benevolent traits.

Well, the world would no longer matter. Ratchet swears he will keep you safe, no matter what or who he has to cut down.

Blitzwing is Yandere for you!

Decepticons held no love for humans but Blitzwing wasn’t exactly just like every other Con. Don’t get him wrong, he was loyal to Megatron and to the Decepticon cause, but he was maybe the one who mostly paid attention to humans.

You’re different, frailer than other humans he has had the pleasure of meeting. You’re too kind and gullible, he can tell the moment you two start talking and he realizes that you have misunderstood him as one of Detroit’s robots that helped the humans live their lives.

“Are you perhaps my new assistance?”

“I-” Icy was saying when Hothead took over.

“Why would-” The temperamental personality lost control to Random.

“Ooh, jou’re so frail one! I could just eat jou up!”

You might have been a little weirded out by him, but you said it itself. He had a personality, unlike these other monotone helpers. He even had this accent that you couldn’t help but love.

Until the heat dies out and Autobots and human officers stop searching him, he hides with you and learns about you. You’re so happy and cheerful, Random takes an immediate liking to you. People are way too serious these days but you can still stay lighthearted.

Hothead growls extremely overprotective over you. If he hears anyone even mention your name in a sentence in a bad manner he blows up and shouts, making people leave in fear. He gets mad because you can’t defend yourself as he can.

Icy takes notice that you can’t leave your home as often as you would like to and he has offered to take you out flying and you couldn’t believe your ears. Do assistance robots fly these days?

The offer is nice because Detroit being a huge city was too bright for stars to be seen. Once the night comes he will transform and take you flying above the clouds where you can see stars clearly. He can see you smile and you’re so genuine about your happiness that for a moment he forgets you’re a human.

Now, his Yandere side…

Once all three of his personalities agree that you belong to him, he doesn’t hesitate, he will come to you and tell you that your time has come, capture and bring you to the Decepticon hideout.

He makes sure that the good old professor Sumdac has prepared you for your own living space where you wouldn’t be able to get sick.

He took you with him because he and his personalities all value you. You have to understand things from his point of view.

It was only manner of time before Decepticons would take over the Cybertron and Earth, and once they would do that, you would be safe with him. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.

You may feel like a pet, but Blitzwing tries to assure you that you are his lover. Even if he says so, the two of you are far from equals. He just can’t help himself, you’re so small and frail, even for a human.

Please sing for him, Blitzwing loves your voice and the songs you sing are so alien to him. His favorite songs are about the struggles of the mind and such. The more time you spend there in the Decepticon hideout the more you start feeling like a caged songbird.

Even if you tried to escape, you wouldn’t get far with your disability, and the tunnels all around Decepticon hideout were like an underground labyrinth. Even if you by some miracle made it outside, there would be woods for miles.

“Out on jour own?” Comes Icy’s voice behind you and you turn and see him just as Hothead takes control. “Jou know better than leaving my side!”

“I’m sorry…” You apologized as you come up with something to say, “It just got so stuffy inside, I needed some fresh air.”

Hothead huffed, but then Random took over, “Ha ha ah, why didn’t say so? We will happily take you out on a walk!”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again, as Random picked you up and with surprising gentleness kissed the top of your head, “It’s alright! The little one didn’t know any better!”

Despite saying it's okay, he carries you back inside the hideout.

Tarn is Yandere for you!

Tarn was fine as he was, or so he liked to think. While the brutal Decepticon tortured and killed without a blink of an optic, he was awfully stressed. It showed as his obsession to keep on transforming and abusing his transformation cogs.

Was the universe punishing him? It couldn’t be, he was on a holy mission. He needed a sign, anything that would let him know that he was doing the right thing.

Primus must have been approving and rewarding his actions when Tarn finds you in a spaceship, held with other humans by a former Decepticon traitor who managed to land a spot on DJD’s dreaded list.

The humans ran when they saw them execute the traitor but Tarn took notice that there was something wrong with you, you weren’t moving like the rest of the humans were.

Curious as he was, he picked you up and he felt his spark pulse when he saw how cute you were. Fear looked so good on your face so how cute could you be when you would be happy and smiling?

“Be mine…” Tarn said as he held you in front of his feared mask. “And I’ll promise you every galaxy on a plate.”

How could you say no to an offer like that? Especially since your opinion meant very little when Tarn decided to either way keep you.

He would spoil you rotten so you would have no reason to be sad. He loves seeing the happy smile on your pretty face and hear your bubbly laughter. They carry power and make his spark ache for you.

Your relationship looked a lot like Kaon’s and Pet’s relationship, only Tarn insured you that you were more than a pet to him. You were his lost other half. Tarn liked to think how the chances of you two meeting were so small that it must have been destiny.

He forces you to rely on him on everything. If you wanted to move around you have to ask him and sometimes he makes you sing for your food. The songs you sing are alien to him and there is beauty behind every word and meaning.

You’re like a little bird who never could fly away and he liked it that way. Yes, stay dependent on him and sing for him, sing like a songbird you are.

Tarn loves you, even if you weren’t able to fly. It’s just one more reason for him to keep you locked. For your own safety.

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[talksliketherain]

Rowan Laslow - Hurt

Background- Rowan and Y/n have been best friends forever and they both have feelings for one another but are oblivious to it. Recently he's been going to Nightshade meetings more often, leaving y/n alone to fill her own time.

Not proof read!! Please do not post my work to any other sites or steal it!! If you have any requests dm me!

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Third person Pov-

Y/n and Rowan sat in his dorm, finishing up their project for botany. Rowan hated botany. He had no special interest in plants or flowers or nature of any sort. But he knew y/n did. He looked up at her, observing her squinting her eyes in focus at the drawing she had been working on.

The two had practically grown up together. Before Rowan's mother died, she was best friends with Y/n's aunt, who y/n lived with. After his mother died he began spending a lot more time at the L/n household. His father wasn't too interested in what Rowan did, and kind of detested him because of how much he resembled his mom.

Nevertheless, Y/n and her aunt took Rowan in. He even had his own room at their house.

At about age 13, he began to realize he was deeply in love with her. Since he practically lived with her he got to see all sides of her. This included seeing her sob after her first heartbreak, laugh until she couldn't breathe, and get so mad to the point where she was quite literally red in the face.

He adored every side. He adored everything about her.

He snapped back into reality, hearing her call his name in that voice that drove him nuts.

"Rowan?" she asked, trying to get his attention.

He mentally screamed at the sound of her saying his name.

"Sorry what?"

"I asked what you think about the drawing."

"Oh. Sorry."

He turned his head to observe the picture. They were assigned a tiger lily. His mouth opened a little bit. The drawing was perfect.

"Wow. That's really good. You're gonna give Xavier a run for his money."

Y/n blushed at the compliment. She had been doing her best at trying to make the drawing look as good as possible. She didn't want rowan to think she was incapable.

Just recently she had caught feelings for the Laslow boy. She never really paid him much mind before until earlier in the year. She saw him get hurt during fencing and went with him to the nurse's office. Seeing him there with his hair perfectly parted to the side, glasses sitting perfectly on his nose, and sleeves rolled up a little made her want to die. She thought back to that moment at least twice a day.

She tried forgetting about the skip in her heart when she saw him at that moment, but couldn't push it out of her head. About two weeks ago, she realized she was madly in love with him and gave in to her feelings.

"Thanks, Row. Now I just have to color it in." She looked up at him, sucking in a breath realizing how close they were.

"I could do that part. I mean you pretty much just did the whole thing." he chuckled.

"Uhh. Okay yeah, go ahead."

"Great. I'll finish it before it's due next Monday."

Rowan suddenly realized how close he was to the girl. He didn't want to be weird, so he scooted back as subtly as possible when he put the drawing in his bag.

Y/n frowned at the movement. She had thought that just maybe he was that close on purpose. Guess he was too close for comfort.

Rowan had taken off his jacket and was just in his button-up and vest. Y/n watched his back muscles contract as he leaned down to put his stuff away. Fencing sure did pay off.

He sat up and caught the girl zoned out, staring at his back.

"...You okay?"

"Wha- uh yeah. I'm great. Fantastic actually", Y/n said, hoping it wasn't too noticeable that she was staring at him.

He nodded and picked his bag up, slinging it over his shoulder. Y/n knew what was coming. The two had this unspoken thing with each other where they gave a hug whenever the other left. Recently she had been dreading this. Every touch they shared sent an electric pulse through her body.

She sighed, looking up at him with a sad face.

"Do you have to go?"

Rowan looked down to hide the crimson blush that he could feel spread across his face. They used to hang out all the time, but ever since Rowan joined the Nightshades he had been spending less and less time with the girl. In his defense, he was working on building up the courage to ask the others if she could join. Until then, he had to keep it a secret from you. He didn't know why he was so nervous. They all loved you anyway.

"Yeahhh. Xavier needed me to tutor him for algebra."

"Ah. Okay. Well..bye."

She stood up and mentally prepared herself for what was to come.

When did he get so tall?

He pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her neck. She wrapped hers around his waist, face right in his chest. They stood there for a moment just holding each other.

They both inhaled. As y/n took in the smell of Rowan's light cologne mixed with fresh cold air, he took in the smell of her green apple shampoo and conditioner. Her hair products frequently changed, so he was always excited to see what she chose this time.

Even though they both grew extremely nervous about this hug every time it came, it was addicting. Neither of them could get enough. It was like an excuse just to touch each other based on a tradition from when they were kids. They both mentally cursed and thanked their past kid selves for it. It had grown to mean so much more.

"Sure you don't wanna stay? I'm gonna sneak out and go into Jericho for some coffee and snacks.."

Rowan tried to think of an excuse. He felt bad for ditching their usual hang-out together (again..), but this was the meeting he would ask if she could join. They would finally be able to join each other again.

"I can't. His test is coming up soon. No time to waste."

"Right. Okay. Bye Rowan."

"Bye Y/n"

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Rowan closed the door behind him and immediately felt sick. He knew Y/n was upset with him, but it would all be worth it after tonight.

But he just kept thinking.

Maybe if you got the courage to ask sooner you wouldn't have to feel this way, and she wouldn't be upset.

No. What's done is done. No point in feeling bad about it now. It wasn't like waiting an extra day was gonna kill her.

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Y/n pulled her jacket on and grabbed her wallet in a huff. She knew Rowan wasn't tutoring Xavier for algebra tonight. Xavier was in geometry with her, and their test was yesterday.

Knowing he lied to her angered Y/n. Why would he be ditching her like this? What if there was a girl?

She shook her head trying to shake off the thought of Rowan being in love with someone else. Whatever. Maybe a latte and some chips would get her mind off of this.

She snuck out of the school doors, shivering once she felt the breeze hit her. She knew she should have grabbed Rowan's hoodie he had given her instead but was too stubborn to wear something of his right now when he had pissed her off so badly.

She began heading through the woods, observing her surroundings. She had always felt one with nature. It was peaceful to her.

As her journey continued, she didn't make it too far in before she heard a low growl.

"Enid?" she asked wearily.

Enid was always messing around with her like this. Even though she hadn't wolfed out yet, she had still always had a knack for growling and scaring the girl.

She heard it again.

"Enid come on this isn't funny. Come out!" she demanded.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as a strange creature crawled out of the darkness.

Y/n immediately started sprinting back toward the school. She had almost reached the front lawn when she felt her legs give out from under her. She was pulled back by her leg and flipped over until she felt the violent stabbing pain of the creature clawing open the skin on her chest and legs. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping someone would find her and come help. Her adrenaline got the best of her, as she was frozen in shock and fear. She suddenly snapped back to reality when the monster had finished with her.

She felt the burning of the wounds and the wetness of the blood seeping through her clothes in the cold night air. She couldn't scream anymore, and the blood rushing out of her drained her energy. She reached down and slowly pulled out her phone, pressing Rowan's contact to call him. Even though she had been mad, she needed him right now, and he was the closest thing to family around here.

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Rowan looked down at his phone repeatedly buzzing in her pocket. His face lit up with joy seeing Y/n's contact. He had already asked and received the blessing for her to join the club he was buzzing with excitement. When he asked everyone look at him like he was stupid.

"Dude, why didn't you just ask before? We love having her around. I'm surprised she isn't already one of us." Xavier said.

He got a bunch of different "yeah" and "Duh of course" from the entire group. Easy enough then. He had just sat down and started drinking a mocktail Yoko had made. He was just about to text and ask if he could come to her dorm because he had good news when he got her call.

Rowan picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

"Hey, I was just about t-"

He stopped. He heard sobbing from the girl and immediately stood up, already on edge.

"Y/n what's wrong? Is everything alright?"

"I...need help. Now. Monster...attacked..me... "

"Ooooh My god. Okay. OKAY. IM COMING. Send me your location I'm on my way."

"O...K...." Y/n sobbed.

Rowan hung up and took his robe off. It was time to go. NOW. He didn't even bother explaining to the others. He rushed out and ran towards the location you had sent him.

He made his way toward the edge of the campus lawn, finding you passed out on the grass. Not considering the circumstances, you looked peaceful. Your long eyelashes over top your cheeks and the moonlight above you shone across your face.

But Rowan didn't have time to think about that. He had to act fast.

"Fuck fuck fuck" he quickly used his telekinetic powers to lift you into the air and had you floating behind him as he broke out into a jog to the nurse.

He got to the nurse and quickly explained what happened. The nurse told him to go get her clothes as she tore off the bloodied ones and cleaned the poor girl up.

Rowan rushed down to your dorm and flipped the light on. Yoko was your roommate, and she was still at the meeting so he didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone. He went through the items in your closet, knowing you would want something to be comfortable in. He grabbed a tank top and shorts, knowing you also might not want anything touching your stitched-up wounds.

He grabbed some of your things along the way, knowing you would be spending at least a couple of days in the infirmary. On the way out he spotted his hoodie laying across a chair. He grabbed that too.

Turning the light off and shutting the door, Rowan rushed back, waiting to see what your state was.

He entered the door and handed the nurse your stack of clothes through the curtain. He didn't want to look in and invade your privacy. He tried talking to the nurse through the curtains. He was very impatient.

"How is she? Is she going to be okay? What's going on?" he asked frantically.

"Well she lost a lot of blood, and she's going to need MANY stitches. As of right now, I'm not sure when or if she'll wake up. But ill let you know..." she responded.

He sucked in a breath and held it for a second. This was all his fault. If he asked sooner or left the meeting earlier, or just stayed with you, this would have never happened. He let a single tear roll down his cheek but quickly wiped it away.

For the next couple of hours, all he did was wait. The nurse finally came out.

"She'll make it. But she'll be out for a while. As I said, Miss L/n lost a lot of blood. She's numbed up for now but she'll be in pain for the next few days. If you want you can go check on her. She's cleaned up."

He let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much. Do you mind if I stay with her until she wakes up?"

The nurse smiled at his request. The simple act reminded her that young love still existed. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the cuts and bruises from fights she was constantly healing.

"Go right ahead"

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Y/n woke up dizzy, but stable. She felt sharp pains and something burning all over her. She lifted the hem of her shirt, seeing bloodied stitches all across her abdomen. She pulled down the waistband of her shorts and saw the same thing on her thighs. Same thing on her arms.

At least I'm alive

She looked over to see Rowan sleeping in a chair next to her bedside. A nurse walked over and checked up on her while y/n stared. The nurse glanced up and looked over to see her looking at him so intently.

"Your boyfriend there stayed with you for the past 2 days. He barely leaves your side. Reminds me of how close my husband and I are."

Y/n didn't want to ruin the moment and tell her it wasn't her boyfriend so she just replied "Yeah we're really close."

The nurse walked away. Since she was awake now and Rowan was asleep, it was her turn to watch over him. She looked over all of him, from the freckles on his face to his cupid's bow. She loved every.single.part.

She was still laying down observing his face when he began to stir. His eyes fluttered open and he lifted off his glasses a little bit to rub his eyes before he fully opened them.

"Hey, you're awake! How do you feel?" he asked.

"Fine. Sore. Thank you for saving me."

"It's the least I could do. You're here because of me in the first place."

"Are you kidding? I understand you had things to do. I was going whether you were there or not. This isn't your fault."

"Listen there's something I need to tell you..."

Y/n raised her eyebrow and slightly nodded, telling him to keep going.

"I'm a part of a secret society here called the Nightshades. Recently we've been having more meetings which is why I've had to ditch our usual time together so much. Last night was especially important because...I asked them if you could join. They said yes. So now we can do our usual hangouts again...I mean. Only if you want."

Her eyes widened at the statement.

"Really? Wow. Yeah, I'd love to join. And to think I thought.." she said the last part a little quieter, realizing she ratted herself out.

"You thought what?"

"Well, I knew you weren't tutoring Xavier. He's in my class. I thought. Well, I thought you were ditching me for a girl."

Rowan laughed at the statement, making y/n slightly glare for laughing at her.

"ME?"

He continued laughing but then saw the serious look on her face. He knew it was time. This may ruin their friendship, but holding on to this anymore would make him explode.

"Y/n, the only girl I want in my life is you. I've been in love with you since we were kids. When I saw you laying there, lifeless on the ground, all I could think about was how I never got to tell you how much you meant to me."

Her eyes went as big as saucers. She never thought he would ever say anything to her like that. She sat forward and stared down at her hands, trying to figure out how to tell him she reciprocated feelings.

Rowan sat in silence, worrying he made her uncomfortable. He stood up from his chair.

"Listen I'm gonna go I don't want you to thin-"

Y/n quickly turned to him, gripping his wrist with one hand to pull him down, the other hand on the back of his neck to pull him in.

As their lips connected they both melted into the kiss. Y/n felt him smile a little, but quickly force it down so he could go back to kissing her. He lifted his hand to her face and rubbed his thumb back and forth across her cheek.

Y/n sat up a little bit to deepen the kiss, trying to push away the immense pain she was feeling on her stomach, but eventually gave in. She sharply inhaled and leaned back to the spot she was in before, breaking contact between the two.

Rowan sat back down in his seat with a dopey smile spread across his face.

Y/n looked at him with what was only recognizable as unconditional love in her eyes.

"Rowan. I'm in love with you too. Every part of you. I've known you for so long, and I can't imagine what my life would be like without you here."

Rowan took her hand in his, drawing little circles on it as they both stared at each other with love in their eyes. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then whispered to her...

"I swear. I will never let anything hurt you ever again, my love."

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AND THATS IT!! Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more updates!

#rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow #rowan laslow x you #rowan laslow imagine #wednesday characters x reader #wednesday

[suchan3rd]

New Flame FemReader x Leo Valdez Part 3

this is part 3 please read the other two parts before this one.

Tw: Claypso being a bitch to Leo

The next few mornings were filled with your siblings gawking over you and your lack of makeup. When coming to camp the last thing you thought to pack was lip gloss and eyelash curlers. So your siblings spend twenty minutes every morning doing your hair and makeup, coordinating it with your outfit. (Which is almost exactly the same, every day) Every morning you'd complain about it, you did have to get up earlier for them to do it. But in reality you loved it. Finally feeling like you belonged to something, finally feeling like you were a part of a family? This was what you always wanted. This was why you were always so eager to be claimed. But Aphrodite? You just didn't see it. At all of your previous schools you'd never been the prettiest. No one was lining up to date you. But when you stepped out of your cabin and walked across the sage green grass, you couldn't help but notice the prolonged stares. The quick glaces behind coffee cups. You'd never had this kind of attention before. And you weren't sure if you liked it or not. One morning in particular you were sitting next to Piper at Aphrodite table when Caleb from Hermes cabin walked up to the head of your table.

"Lookin' fine ladies" he said, addressing everyone, but glancing down at you. You blushed and rolled your eyes.

"How do I look Caleb?" Asked Drew, fluttering her eyes at him.

"Hot as ever Drew" he said, flashing a grin before going to sit at his table. The thing with Caleb is, he's not bad looking. His hair was a close to yellow blond, slightly fluffy. He had blue almost gray eyes. He was tall, with deep abs. You knew this because any time he was training, he took his shirt off. So yeah, he was like any basic white boy. But you weren't attracted to him. His personality sucked. Self-absorbed, and always thought that he was the center of attention. Like everyone was so blessed to be in his presence. The only good trait about him were his siblings.

"Caleb was totally checking you out" Piper commented, shoveling a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

"That's a disgusting thought" you say, picking up a piece of butter toast.

"He was though," she said pointing her fork in your direction, "and why wouldn't he? You are gorgeous" you blushed and rolled your eyes, pretending not to care. But in reality it meant a lot to you that she thought you were pretty. Gorgeous, even.After breakfast Aphrodite cabin had sword fighting with Apollo cabin. These two cabins often got paid together because their hearts were never into the fighting. Apollo mainly used Bow and Arrows. And Aphrodite didn't really fight, but it was still required for them to take it. This time you were paired with Kayla. Your sword was a long curved scimitar made of celestial bronze. The hilt was made of dark metal covered in a brown leather, little divots in the handle made room for your fingers to fit perfectly into place. When you'd choose your sword when first arriving at camp you had been drawn to this sword for some reason. And apparently it had belonged to some important ruler in Ancient Greece that you haven't heard of. Kayla had been at camp longer so she had a slight advantage over you. Lucky for you, she was more used to fighting with a bow and arrow. After 10-15 minutes you beat Kayla. You two had been the last ones fighting, since most of your cabin mates didn’t really do, fighting. So most of Apollo cabin had won. Except for you and Piper, who were actually trying to win. The rest of the day’s training went like that. You and Piper trying. The rest of your cabin not giving two shits. Lunch came and went, so did dinner. Nothing that day had been eventful until the Campfire after dinner. Everyone was pumped up, the fire blazed ten feet high and glowed a bright mix of orange and gold. Everything was great. You even started to feel better from the day's uneventfulness. But it all stopped once you heard the crashing. Coming from the woods were large crashing noises and shouts. And bursting through the woods came a giant metal dragon. The same one you’d seen many times before, Festus. And who came running out after him? The one and only, Leo Valdez.

“Festus, come back!” he shouted, “You’re not fixed yet!” A series of clicks and squeaks came from Fests as he ran towards the other part of camp.

“Leo what the Hell are you doing?” Came a shout towards your left. You turned to see a lean figure standing up. Calypso. Leo’s snotty girlfriend.

“Chasing my dragon?” he said, slowly coming to a stop by the fire. Calypso rolled her eyes and stomped over to Leo. You were close enough to them to hear their hushed argument.

"You are causing a disruption" Calypso chided, holding a tight grip on Leo's arm

"Ok?" Leo said, confused, "there are disruptions all the time at camp,"

"I just got here Leo!" She shouted through gritted teeth, “And you are embarrassing me”

“How am I embarrassing you? I’m the one with soot all over his face, chasing a broken mechanical dragon.” Leo reasoned

“You are so obnoxious Valdez!” Calypso shouted trying to get one last grasp at control and spun on her heels and stomped off towards nowhere in particular.

#leo valdez #piper mclean #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #rick riordan #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #calypso #greek myth memes #y/n #fluff #fem reader

[sophieinwonderland]

Umineko Not-Liveblog from a tulpa who has never read a visual novel before

This was recommended A LONG TIME AGO because of a plural character, and I've finally decided to start it. All that I know is that it's over 100 hours, and I'm going to be increasing that by a lot if I insist on screenshotting everything to comment on it in these not-liveblogs.

So here are my mostly disjointed thoughts on the very beginning!

I loved the characters in the prologue. The dynamic between the man and his doctor was great. I... didn't really get their names. Oh well, I'm sure they'll be brought up again.

The prologue dealt with a man who was dying because... reasons? Alcohol? A witch's curse? If it gave a clear reason, I might have missed it. But the dialogue was engaging anyway. I especially enjoyed the man ranting about the witch taking his soul due to some sort of deal he made. I loved the passion of in it.

There are no screenshots from things before this because I hadn't thought of screenshotting yet.

Hmm... I wonder if I can find his name in the character list?

No, of course not. That would be too easy. Oh well, I'm sure it will be here later.

Speaking of names... George?

I can't say I was expecting a guy in this to be named George.

Random: I'm wondering how true this statement is in real life...

I know other places are similar, where professional meetings often involve drinking. Which really seems weird to me when you think about it.

If I was making important deals that might involve other people's money, I probably would want to be as clear-headed as possible.

More on names, let's talk Battler...

I guess, but I'm really still hung up on George seeming so out of place. 😜

There's like a whole spiel here with Battler complaining about how his name is weird and nobody reads it even close to how it's supposed to said. Which, fair.

But also, I think Battler is a cool name and would like to see more Battlers and fewer George's in the world.

As someone who watches no subbed anime and has never touched visual novels before, I had to look up what Aniki meant right before this.

And this, I'm embarrassed to admit...

There was this whole scene with a woman saying Battler was probably a heartbreaker and um... I interpreted it as flirting until it revealed the woman was his aunt just a bit later. Yeah, that was awful!

I REALLY should have paid more attention to the family name. Or names in general. Oops!

But you can't tell me that this woman looks old enough to be his aunt:

I blame the anime style of making everyone look super young and attractive! (But yes, I really need to pay attention to the family name. 🤦‍♀️)

After noticing the family name thing, I also was really confused about why she HAD the family name since they weren't related since I was under the impression that Japan was like America with family names being passed down.

But the character info explains this!

Cool. The game already thought of this.

Wait... What's a family register?

Huh. Okay... I'm never going to get through this 100+ hour game if I keep stopping to look up Japan facts.

[sometimes later...]

SHE THE OLDER SISTER!!!!????

HOW???

I screenshotted this to say comment on the fact that none of these names sound Japanese, (Eva, George, Rosa, Maria, Rudolf) but then clicked to continue and Battler beat me to it!

First Impressions

Having gotten to the plane that flew them to the island, I feel I've reached a good stopping point.

I'm going to say that while I thought the prologue was really good and I liked the characters introduced at the airport... the airport scene felt overly long.

As important as it is to introduce your cast in the beginning, it shouldn't have felt like it was taking half-an-hour to explain Maria's relation with Battler.

And when we got to the airplane, I was so hopeful we were finally going to get to the island so plot could start... and then instead of piling into the plane normal people, they had to do a role call of everyone there.

I hope that this is just because it's an introductory scene and that it won't be indicative of what's to come. Because if this just ends up filled with padding to make the reading time longer than it needs to be, I'm not sure it's for me.

But I have heard that the start is slow, and it is just an opening. So we'll see. 🤷‍♀️

Also, no hint of any characters being plural. Not surprising. I wasn't expecting that to be revealed in the opening at all.

I'm hopeful that it will be revealed in the Questions Arc. (The story is divided into a Questions arc and an Answers arc. Each is 4 chapters.)

#umineko #umineko no naku koro ni

[plooto]

DIPPY ! pt 2

[ l. chrollo x reader ]

[ description ] : after a while, chrollo realizes his attraction to reader is deeper than the surface, and he’s unsure how to handle it.

[ look out for ] : ditsy ! reader , small ! reader , f ! reader , readers doesn’t know what the phantom troupe is .

after that meeting, you ran through his head unlike anything before. had him fumbling over plans of his next heist to bring up to the spiders. he put his pen down, opting to take a break from planning to get his head straight, yet he was only able to think about the next time he would see you.

the two of you sat at a booth, your hands tucked under your bottom as the cafe was a bit on the chillier side. you already knew what you had in mind, just a small slice of vanilla or red velvet cake was enough for you, maybe just a cupcake or two. you would make your mind up when the time came, so for now you looked at the pretty man sitting across from you.

“ you’re very pretty~ ” you mumble to him, chuckling he thanked you looking back at you, he tilted his head to the side,

“ what’s your name, ” you sat up straighter,

“ l’n y’n ” you said with a tilt of your head and a smile. he breathed out, replaying your name in his head,

‘ y’n huh ? pretty. ’ he thought to himself, you opened your eyes and looked at him,

“ hello, sorry about the wait, what can i get for you both? ” when you turned your head to the waitress to order, you took your hands out from under your bum and paid close attention to the words you were saying, yet he didn’t hear any of them. he was focused on your features, how soft your lips looked, how your eyes smiled when you talked, or how much you fidget with your fingers. he didn’t notice that you were done ordering until your hand rested on top of his,

“ i’ll have a strawberry parfait. ” he nodded to the waitress, giving her a small smile before turning his head back to you.

the two of you talked more until your orders came, you laughed at small joked he made and he vowed he would never forget the sound, when you both finally left the cafe you turned around,

“ oh! i didn’t’ catch your name ! ” his heart stopped for a moment, before accepting the truth that you just might never want to see him again,

“ it’s chrollo. chrollo lucifer. ” he said.

“ chrollo hm. it suits you. ”

after that you two decided to meet again the following tuesday at the same cafe. and then the week after that, and the one after that one. soon you invited him to your house, just cause you wanted someone else to cook for, cooking for yourself every day or every other day got repetitive often and boring, so you’d eat out. that was the reason you gave yourself.

“ sure. ”

he showed up to your house, unsure what to wear he opted for something not to dressy nor too casual—a simple button up and dark loose pants.

arriving at your door, he felt a chill go down his spine, he stood confused, yet knocked on it anyways, there was no point of being shaken by something, someone so small and powerless.

“ chrollo ! you made it ” you pulled him in for a hug as you did many times before now and his hands found their place on your hips, acknowledging the new perfume you were using,

“ you smell nice. ” he mumbled in your hair, pulling away. your face heated up and you looked away from him, mumbling a soft thank you before inviting him in and locking the door behind him.

“ your house is lovely. ” he said as he took in your studio apartment.

“ thank you, it’s not much but it’s home. ” his lips curled at your sentence,

‘ home ’ he thought to himself

snap out of it.

dulling the voice in his head, he turned to you, gesturing for you to lead the way. you guided him to your dining table. you had already placed the food down, but you were missing the final dish, it was a small plate of veggies and that couldn’t leave out.

“ oh, i forgot something. ” you made it to your kitchen right behind your table and picked up the veggies, his body moved on its own and he found himself behind you.

no matter how many dates the two of you had, you never found yourselves this close.

“ y’n, ” his voice was soft behind you, it did startle you but you eased into his body heat, letting out a soft hum in response, unable to form proper words.

don’t ! your style of living will kill her !

“ i have to let you know how i feel. ” your breath hitched in your throat,

“ what do you mean ? ” you began to turn around to face him,

“ don’t, i’ll back out of you do. ” he wouldn’t. he didn’t want you to see how red his face was.

you weakened him, you’re his weakness, his sliver of sunshine in his dark world, his late night thoughts, his past time.

his.

“ o- okay.. ” you placed the veggies down or else you would have dropped them on the floor.

“ you’re in my head from the moment i wake to the second i fall asleep. i think about you constantly and i’m asking you to be my girlfriend. ” you ignored his previous wish and turned around, your eyes locking on his to see if it was true, once you realized his words were sincere you smiled and nodded before you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

“ what’s your answer, princess? ”

“ yes ! ”

published . september 24 , 2022

#chrollo x reader #chrollo lucifer x reader #chrollo x you #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo fic #ੈ✩‧₊˚ dippy ! au #. character // chrollo lucifer

[humanbeanisnotamused]

@thought-42 and i were like damn, it was probably rough the first time laerryn got an everyday minor injury with no fey husband to kiss it better

The first time, after, that he sees Laerryn with a clumsy bandage around her hand, his heart does a funny thing that feels a lot like a new crack forming, where he didn't even know he had room for new cracks to form.

“Oh, darling,” he says, sort of before he thinks it through, the same as he’s already approached her without ever actively thinking about it. Laerryn is… the love of his life, and the bane of his existence, and scant weeks prior she’d sat in front of the courts and signed the papers declaring that she didn’t want to be his wife anymore.

And she’s hurt.

She parts her lips as if to say something, and for the longest second of Quay’s life yet it’s just that, staring, and then she closes her mouth again, shakes her head and tucks the injured hand away behind her back. It’s nothing, this means, and he’s heard it thousands of times, with and without words.

Every one of those times, he’s pushed; under different circumstances, he’d just go ahead and heal it, no matter what she said, but today they’re something like strangers again. It’s a little like coaxing a skittish cat into his life.

He puts out a hand. “Let me fix it,” he says. “You don’t want your hands to scar, do you?”

She gives him her hand.

He unwraps it, first, because he suspects the bandage is stuck down because Laerryn’s never been very good at wound care or anything that requires her to notice the passage of time. A pretty nasty burn, it looks like, and better cared for than he expected. It’s already on the back half of the healing process, but he pumps out a little healing magic and watches the burn erase itself. All told, beginning to end, the interaction is probably only a couple seconds.

“Thanks,” she croaks out, looking down at her hand. Her voice sounds rusty from disuse and something else, something he can’t quite read but jolts him back to those awful days of planning how to bury an empty casket, to the weeks and months after. His stomach twists.

“If you paid closer attention to literally anything you wouldn’t get hurt so often,” he says.

It’s not until she snatches her hand back that he realises he was still holding it.

#critical role #exu calamity #exu fucking party time #laerryn coramar seelie #loquatius seelie #the divorseelies #sure she could just. take a sip of a healing potion. she can afford one #or ask someone else to fix it #is it just below her radar as a thing to fuss about? is she keeping it to punish herself a little? you decide! #efgsdffgssdf the 'yet' was a joke that i meant to take back out before posting but it's in there now!

[juantheashura]

The ask about Forlorn's behavior for an Aki romancing MC was very interesting! While she isn't the RO I've picked, I liked reading the answer! Which makes me curious - do some of the League members have any interesting thoughts about a Mars romancing MC? Or well, about said relationship overall. Considering Mars is well... in a "different position" compared to the other ROs and all that stuff. Thanks and have a great day!

Hello! I'm glad you liked it, I hope you're having a good day too! :D

As for your question, well... You have to remember, the Mars relationship (or really, any of them besides maybe the Ignis one) are really established yet, but everyone's noticed the increased closeness, so... Three of them definitely have some thoughts.

The most obvious one is Nova, of course. He's happy! Even at the best of times, Mars has issues not getting absorbed with work, and he's always too deep inside his own head. With you around, well, he has someone else to help him pulls Mars out of it. And, furthermore, you seemingly have caught Mars' attention. That doesn't happen very often, and from what Nova has seen, you seem to take his interests seriously, even if you don't share them. That's always a bonus.

Mars is his friend, and Mars deserves to have someone he can de-stress with. The fact that you have different jobs is a worry, as is the fact that Mars' boss is... a pain, to say the least. But hey, Nova's all in with you two. He trusts you'll make it work!

Ignis is a tad more conflicted. While yes, it's great that you're finding someone you're drawn to, and that said someone doesn't have any qualms reciprocating (You don't wanna know what she'd give for that :p), Mars is also... complicated. He works for someone hostile to the League, and while he doesn't seem to hold any of Stratton's own positions, that can never be a sure thing. She also takes note of the fact that Mars chooses to continue working with Stratton.

While it's true that she's never made an out and out offer to Mars, he is well aware that at least some League members like him, and would welcome him. The fact that he's never made an inquiry means one of two things: 1) Stratton has something on him, which means there will always be a chance that Stratton can also use that to turn him against the League, or 2) Mars doesn't consider the League somewhere he wants to be, for whatever his reasons. But that means that he doesn't see you as "the same", which means that if there's ever a big disagreement on something, there's a lot less reason to believe he won't stand directly against the League.

Thus, Ignis is... tentatively happy, because you've got something that looks good, but she's also worried, because Mars could eventually hurt you, or worse, use you to hurt everyone else.

Forlorn (weird, I'd have expected someone else to be the final one...) understands Ignis' worries. He's rather used to factionalism and diverging goals, so he can see how your 'messing around' means possible exposure, but at the same time, he thinks there's not really a reason to rain on your parade. You're having fun, and while there are some concerns (there are always concerns with Forlorn, as you'll learn eventually), that just means you need to prepare for the possibility that there'll be a problem eventually. The League will deal with it if anything happens. Until then, well... go do whatever it is you two nerds like doing, or something. :p

The rest of the cast doesn't really have any special thoughts. Lat is disappointed, being into you as she is, but she's still your friend, so if you're happy... Go get it. Aki hasn't really paid attention, but even if she did, the most she'd say is "good for them!". Seeker is the sole remainder, and as his relationship bar may show... he doesn't really care. He isn't interested in most of the MC's possible relations, with the obvious exception being Ignis, and a bit of Aki (mostly because Aki gets him involved). The closest to an actual take he has is if the MC romances Latooni, which gives him a wave of nostalgia at times. "Two inseparable people figuring out the world together" hits close to home for Seeker, and brings up a lot of memories, most of them ones that make him smile, but a few that make him incredibly sad.

Thank you for the ask! If there's anything else you'd like to know, please, feel free to let me know!

#wip ask #ask me anything #ro asks #league's thoughts #a tale of heroes #choice of games #long distance relationship?

[tortricidae]

Setup

Jolyne did not like being summoned. Once a month, she would be called into Stonewing to speak with her employer, though she hesitated to truly consider Israfil her employer. It was more like a contractual obligation. One that she couldn’t really get out of even if she wanted to. It was an unfortunate existence to need to pay rent and eat over listening to any morals that had been instilled in her.

Even if she lived in a world where morality was often grey by merit of necessity. It sucked, quite frankly, and though she was paid more than enough to not ever think about the consequences of her actions, she did not like that she had to miss so much family time under the guise of her dance troupe needing to travel so much.

She briefly considered asking about it after she was given her assignment. The long ride up to the penthouse of the Wingorzo Tower was a good time to think about it. To weigh the pros and cons of making such a request. She could see the sprawling complex of Outer Stonewing from here and the bright lights and colorful banners that laced across the city were mesmerizing.

It just wasn’t like this in Uto...

The ding of the elevator alerted her as they slid open to a long hallway that ended in a beautiful door that was clearly made by the denizens of Inner Stonewing and was equally gaudy and intimidating. A rich and affluent bachelor lived here, and none would suspect otherwise. At most, the fact that he flaunted his wealth was something of a character flaw.

But the masses did not know Israfil like Jolyne knew Israfil.

She knocked on the door, a heavy sound that echoed softly, answered first by the elevator doors closing. She sighed heavily before the door opened and Israfil looked up at her.

He was a tiny Crook. Just under five and a half feet tall and covered in creamy-colored fur. His most distinct feature was the marbled meat pattern on his face patch and his cluster eyes, which were situated in a circular pattern, the largest of the eyes in the center and wreathed with golden markings that reflected the light of the hall.

He smelled nice, recently bathed with fancy soaps and conditioners, and he smiled warmly as he allowed Jolyne entry.

“Glad to have you!” he said, closing the door. “Apologies for the sudden call, but it is important. You know how it is.”

She did, and she didn’t really mind it so much. After all, she could be told what to do for twelve hours a day if she was paid well enough. This must have been important because Israfil usually did not ask her to come so suddenly.

“Something must be bothering you,” Jolyne replied.

That was all she had to say on the matter. Something she had noticed about Israfil early on was that he did not ever seem to display any signs of nervousness. Even when he had been assaulted by that CCCat in the alley outside her theater some three or so months ago, he had been completely in control of every movement his body made, like a statuesque deity. It unsettled her in an innate way but not enough to drive her off.

The money was just too good.

“Yes,” came Israfil’s reply. Fake. Jolyne looked away from him. “It has come to my attention that there is an unsavory lot taking my content and reselling it without permission.”

“I don’t know if I can monitor the entire internet,” Jolyne said. “That is above my paygrade.”

“Normally I would agree with you, darling,” Israfil continued without hesitation. “But I already invited them over.”

“That is dangerous.”

“I know,” Israfil said, still unconcerned. “They will not come to any old place. This will be a place that they recognize and it will make them compliant. Easy to compel.”

“I am not going to kill inside your house,” Jolyne said.

“I never asked you to.”

He smiled, showing his innermost rows of teeth. Pearly whites in a void of red. Jolyne still did not look at him with her true eyes out of respect. This Crook was easily older than even Idris, who up until recently, had been the oldest Crook she had ever met. She had learned what old Crooks were like. Hideously violent no matter how innocent looking.

Operating under a completely different logic that Jolyne just couldn’t understand. No question, despite her staggering size, she would fall before a previously banished Crook. She knew better than to draw their ire because she had seen what Idris’s ire was like.

A nightmare made reality.

“I need them to be comfortable with your presence,” Israfil continued. He had moved into his kitchen while Jolyne grimaced, going after him despite herself. “If they see a Crook they don’t know, then they will suspect that something is wrong when you arrive in their homes at a later date. But if they think that you are my guest. Then they will be much more open to inviting you in.”

“Sounds like you have a plan in motion already.”

“Yes, and you will have to do your part. Same pay as usual. Half now, half when the job is done.”

“And timeline?”

“Not urgent.” Israfil uncorked a spicy bottle of wine and magical sparks flew from the glass as he poured it. “But it is challenging. More challenging than that CCCat in Fever. Thing was just begging to be killed honestly so I expected no hiccups. Unless you don’t think you can do it.”

Jolyne refused the offered glass of wine as she mentally calculated how much this payment was going to last. A few month’s rent and food, covering Ducky’s half on the tight months, travel for work, the dry spells between shows. It was racking up very quickly and the pit in her stomach grew.

The hit in Fever had been easy because the CCCats were cocky and it wasn’t weird to see Crooks hanging around in Fever. It stank of an assassination, and the only reason Jolyne had even known this was because Idris had been talking about it with another CCCat.

It had been too close for comfort.

“Okay,” Jolyne said finally. “I’ll take it.”

Israfil hummed in affirmation. Of course she would. There wasn’t much of a choice otherwise. “Yes, and I want the hard drives destroyed.”

“Easy enough.”

“You would think that, wouldn’t you?”

What was that supposed to mean? Jolyne nearly replied when there was a loud knock on the door. Israfil glided past her, putting on his affable mask as he did, making a show of inviting his guests in. Jolyne blinked and grabbed the wine bottle, hastily filling another glass with wine before she, too, went to greet his guests, an immediate understanding of her situation washing over her as soon as she laid her eyes upon them.

They were sharp. Old CCCats who were wizened to the ways of the world and had deceit in their eyes. One was absolutely massive in size, nearly matching her height, and they moved with the ease of an elegant dancer, much like herself. They were coursing with magic that far surpassed her own and they read her within an instant.

Jolyne sipped her wine quietly and followed every single one of Israfil’s cues, an obedient dog on a leash. He easily deflected the monster CCCat’s keen observations with decoys of his own, taking great care to play into what was nothing more than an interest in the exotic. Jolyne wanted to kill this CCCat with every fiber of her being. She wasn’t a thing to be coveted.

The other CCCat was absolutely minuscule by comparison. Brightly colored and excitable and not at all subtle about how objectifying they were. Jolyne forced a smile and uncharacteristic giggles to match Israfil’s as she downed the wine and made herself easily available to be poked and prodded, all under the guise of welcomed guests in Israfil’s house.

The chibi-sized CCCat unsettled Jolyne even more, with how big their eye was in their head and how they were obviously sending messages with each twitch of their long crowns.

The visit was a long one. Jolyne had to expend her energy wisely, making herself appear docile and willing and when Israfil smoothed his hands through her sparkling fur, she understood that he likely hated them for more reasons than just content theft.

Perhaps, even, this was about sending messages.

And when the visit was over, Jolyne sat in front of the door, her tail flicking erratically.

“You understand now,” Israfil said matter-of-factly. “They liked you.”

“Impossible.”

“No, they did,” he replied. “Couldn’t keep their eyes off of you. Wondering what kinds of awful things you could do to me. What you would do to me if left unchecked. This is what they are like. But they are not willing to compromise.”

She couldn’t fathom how he had come to that conclusion and chose not to inquire because it didn’t matter in the slightest. She wanted to complete the job and move on, but such a tall order was going to require weeks of research. Her regular rate might not even cover the amount of work it would take.

No timeline after all.

“Anything else you think I should know?” Jolyne asked.

“Be nice about it. It’s the least you could do.”

She blinked before departing. No promises.

#closed species #cccats #Crooks #crook #Jolyne #Israfil #writing tag

[dippinginthe4door]

I’m working on transcribing all the backstories for the songs, and J-Dog is testing me by how many times one can use “like” while talking

#hollywood undead #unhinged #j-dog #j dog #the tags aren't working anyway so here we go #his usage of the word us the most american-english thing i know #gotta say i'm guilty myself of overusing the word in casual conversation #but i never noticed just how often he says it until i paid close attention #i'll also probably won't be able to ever not notice it anymore #don't get me wrong i still love the guy #but he is testing me

[ceijoh]

THE ONES THAT REALISED TOO LATE 

relationships: multiple boys x f!reader

content warnings: angst 

word count: 2.2k +

the best friend who has always been in love with him, been by his side as he goes through life. whether it was supporting him through his passion for volleyball, or making sure that he’s keeping well. 

“why are you so blind?” you asked one night as you were in the car, facing him as he had his suit on from the party you were just at. 

“excuse me?” 

“why can’t you see that i’m so fucking in love with you?” 

you felt the car slow down, as he quickly faced you, then back to the road. luckily it was close to midnight so there wasn’t a lot of cars on the road you were on.  

“what?” 

laughing to yourself, “i have been in love with you ever since second year, do you know how long that is?” without waiting for him to respond, “almost ten years. i’ve been in love with you for almost ten years. watch as you date other women in front of me, like it doesn’t kill me every single time you glance at them, wishing you could glance at me like that, just even once. 

“do you know what that feels like? being in love with someone like that? i could never say it to you until now because,” pausing you turned to look at him. white knuckles as he held tightly to the steering wheel as if it was going to fly at any moment, the rigidity in his body. never has he ever been tense around you. 

“well that doesn’t matter. i spent almost a decade loving someone who could never even look at me, or even think of me that way. in the last ten years, i never even once passed through your head as someone you could have anything romantic with,” laughing again at how ridiculous this was. 

here you were, finishing another party, stuck to his side as women threw themselves at him with the promise of luxury and publicity that you could never afford. they were gorgeous, stunning and you knew any of them would look wonderful beside him. 

but you wanted that to be you. to be next to him, to stand next to him at these parties, hand interlocked, often kissing each other out of habit.  unfortunately, judging from his blushing face as he locked eyes with one woman, it wasn’t going to be you. 

it was never going to be you. 

“this is me,” you piped up, the first words spoken in the last ten minutes. you barely looked at him, unbuckling your seatbelt, you felt him grab your hand. “if you’re going to let me down, please don’t do it right now while i’m going out of the car. there will be a high chance that i’ll fall.” 

chuckling, he admired how even in this situation, how uncomfortable you were you still managed to make him smile. 

“can we talk about this later?” finally looking at him, “i’m busy tomorrow with the meeting i was telling you about tonight, but maybe next week? i know you’re really busy right now so that’s the next you’re able to do it.” 

nodding at your words, he hesitantly let go of your hand, ignoring his gut feeling saying that it was the wrong move. 

silently leaving his car, you stood in front of the car, watching as he reversed. you waved goodbye and smiled at him one last time. 

--

it was weeks since your last talk, when you decided to tell him out of the blue that you were in love with him. thinking back to it, it wasn’t out of the blue. if he actually paid attention, he realised that the signs were there all along. 

you were right, he was too busy and so were you, both of you often having to delay the inevitable meeting between you. there was something in his chest, something uneasy that kept him up at night. 

all he could think of was he should have not let go of your hand that night. you should have had that talk right then and there. granted, he didn’t fully know how he felt about you, but now that he knew he was ready to go all in. 

did you see this? 

frowning at the text message, he clicked the notification and noticed that it was sent along with a screenshot. there you were, smiling bright and wide, one that you often when you were around him. even through the screen, he couldn’t help but reciprocate not caring that you couldn’t see. 

scrolling down he saw that there was another photo, this time your arm around a man’s waist that he’s never seen before. 

i didn’t realise (y/n) was seeing someone. 

oikawa, sakusa, ushijima, kita, aone, kenma, tsukishima , daichi, bokuto, fukuro, yamaguchi, akaashi, romero, barnes 

the friends with benefits. it was stupid, it was cliched, but you fell for him after agreeing to a no strings attached relationship. how could you be so stupid? 

“i can’t do this anymore,” you muttered as you sat up, already looking for your clothes. you could feel his stare from the bed, eyes following you as you walked around his bedroom. 

“what do you mean?” he knew what you were saying, he’s had an inkling that you felt more than he did. that’s why he’s been more distant, flirted with girls while you were looking. drawing that line across the sand so you don’t get the wrong idea. and draw that line he did, right across your heart like he took a knife and just scratched it. 

“you know what i mean,” you snapped, finally putting on your top. buttoning your trousers, you spun around and looked at him. “i’m in love with you,” you smiled serenely. 

it was silent, and you could hear the cars and the noise from the city. you stood there awkwardly, no matter how angry you may have seemed to him, all your heart longed for was for him to tell you that he felt the same. but as you watched him stay on the bed, eyes boring into yours, you felt like a stupid, foolish, little girl. 

“you knew the rules,” was all he said, and you scoffed. 

“right,” you answered. “got it,” without another word, you walked out of the room and out of his apartment. 

--

it’s been a couple of weeks, a couple of weeks on his part filled with thoughts of you. it was hard, you were friends before you struck up this arrangement. at first it was okay, he thought good riddance. the second week, he tried to go out and he did manage to hook up with someone else. it wasn’t hard, he was good looking, had a nice personality and he had that air about him. 

it was the third week that everything went upside down. he woke up bleary and confused, a pounding headache as soon as he opened his eyes, his arms reaching to grab out for you but instead he was met with messy sheets. groaning, he called out your name in frustration but all that answered him was the emptiness of his apartment. 

he called your name a second time, and went for a third before he remembered that no, you weren’t there anymore. you weren’t the one that he went home with last night, but it was certainly you that he was picturing when he was fucking that girl last night. 

sitting up in his bed, he rubbed a frustrated hand across his face, ignoring the constant pounding of his head, he knew that if you were here there would already be a pill on the nightstand, along with iced water and fresh fruit, while you waited downstairs as he tried to become human again. 

it wasn’t just that event, it was multiple scenarios where he often thought of you, the way that you fit into his life so easily but also managed to slip away like you were just strangers. 

he missed you, whether it was platonically, romantically, or sexually he didn’t know. he didn’t know until he went to your apartment, intending to talk to you since it’s been about a month, six days, and 2 hours to be exact since you left his apartment, and he’s heard nothing from you. 

he didn’t know what to do with the constant thoughts of you filtering in and out of his head, the way he wanted to feel your body against his at night when he’s just about to fall asleep, that you were the first thing he wanted to wake up. 

he didn’t know what to do with the fact that while he enjoyed you a shuddering mess underneath his body, he missed your smiles, your conversation, how you made him feel. he missed the little quirks you had more, or the fact you made him feel lighter, and you made him feel alive. 

he didn’t realise he was in love with you too until he saw you open the door and exit your apartment, with a man holding your hand and a loving gaze on your face as you looked at him. 

atsumu, kuroo, terushima, mattsun, suna, ukai jr, tsukishima, sachiro, meian, iwaizumi, futakuchi, shion

the fake relationship. he was in love with someone else, and in his dumb, stupid mind, he realised the only way to show that person was to pretend to be with someone else. 

unfortunately, for you, the person he was using was you. he asked you, bribed you with the things that you were passionate about. not being able to say no, you hesitantly agreed. you knew what this would entail, you’ve read about this multiple times. but the stupid hopeless romantic part of you thought, maybe you were the exception. maybe this was your happy ever after, though very unconventional. 

of course it didn’t though. and you were left high and dry, feelings deeper than ever as you watched the man your whole heart was carved out for, give his to someone else without you in mind. they made him happy, and him being happy made you happy no matter how hurt you felt. that’s what love is right? making sure that the person you’re in love with is happy, even if it’s not with you. 

“i’m so happy for you!” you managed to say out, as you watched his smile grow bigger as he told you the wonderful news. 

“can you believe it?” showing you the messages, which you barely glanced at. “after all this time i finally get to call her mine!” 

ouch

“you should come meet her, you guys would get along so well,” smiling tightly and you felt your teeth clench against each other. 

i’d rather walk through a pit of lava and be stabbed a thousand times, thank you. 

“of course, i’d love to meet her!” grabbing your belongings from when you were ‘living’ with him. “i have to go now though, i have a meeting.” 

nodding and bidding you a farewell, he giddily went back to his phone messaging her back and forth, frowning when his messages were left on read, he thought nothing of it. 

catching something in the corner of his eye, he walked over and smiled as he realised it was one of your jackets. realising it was one of the ones that you often wore but was replaced by his jumpers instead. 

sending through a message, he smiled as he instantly saw you read and the three bubbles pop up. 

you forget your jacket at mine. want me to drop it off later?

--oh, i forgot about that old thing. 

--no, you can just donate it or toss it. 

feeling the jacket heavier in his hand, he couldn’t help but frown. but this was your favourite jacket, why would you want not to have it. scrunching his face at your odd behaviour, he quickly hung it inside his closet in case you ever wanted it. 

he was supposed to be happy. he had everything he wanted. he finally had this ideal girl in front of him, so why did he always subtly compare her to you? the way she chewed her food, the way she flipped her hair, or even the way she said some words. why, why did he cringe whenever she tried to initiate physical touch? why did it take him two weeks to kiss her again after the first time? why does it feel wrong to do it with someone else other than you? 

-

running up to your flat, he giddily and nervously bounced up and down, waiting for you to open the door. this was it. this was the moment where he’ll tell you that he was in love with you, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t because he’s there, he’s there and he’s willing to wait for you. no one else. 

so when you didn’t open the door after the first three times he rung your doorbell, something heavy loomed over him. there was a tightening in his chest, a blooming feeling of wrongness over his head. 

he heard his voice being called out by a familiar voice, smiling instinctively, he turned around. eyes focused on your confused stare. too busy taking a good look at you after a couple of months, he stepped forward only then seeing the man coming up behind you. 

that feeling came back again, that heaviness and wrongness as the man jogged up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your temple as you let out a small giggle. 

the tightening around his heart increased as you introduced the stranger as your boyfriend to him. 

osamu, oikawa, hanamaki, bokuto, hinata, futakuchi, daichi, kageyama, tomas, kita, kuroo   

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #sakusa x reader #daichi x reader #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa xreader #bokuto x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #futakuchi x reader #meian x reader #aone x reader #tomas x reader #romero x reader #shion x reader #sachiro x reader #fukuro x reader #terushima x reader #ukai x reader #tsukishima x reader #ushijima x reader #akaashi x reader

[klitzcore]

hi hi it’s me again lmao :^) can we see edward nashton headcanons about his first kiss or anything (since he’s very a lonely guy) with gn reader? thank you :^) <3

Character: Edward Nashton

Prompt: First Kiss!

A/N: sorry it's a lil bit long! once again, PLEAAAASE REQUEST THINGS!!!

You and Edward were sitting in the cafe together, per usual. You two would visit there often, and after looking at eachother for so long, you mustered up the courage to ask him for his phone number.

Of course he obliged. He had actually taken a liking to you, the way you made the small cafe feel much less lonely.

You had also had your eye on him. You liked Edward, he'd sit in blissful peace in his seat, aimlessly making things in the foam of his coffee. You also had noted how he liked vanillas and sweeter coffees.

But, you two grew closer very quick. And you learned quick that Eddie relished in the attention you gave him, and you loved giving him it!

Through the months, you two had fallen for eachother. and that's how you two were landed in the current situation.

You reach forward and dig his fork into the piece of pumpkin pie he'd ordered earlier.

"You can have it if you want." Edward says rather quietly, hands now bundled up within eachother.

He feels his heart race as you scoot closer to him, your leg now touching his. A tingle shoots from his arms to his spine when your hand lightly ghosts over the back of his fingers. His brown hair seems to reflect the cafe lighting, although the two of you sit in a booth, tucked away.

"You paid for it, open wide." You say, now pointing the piece of pie on his fork towards him.

His eyebrows furrow slightly. What were you trying to.. Oh!

"Can I touch you?" You ask, like you always do.

Sometimes he wished you wouldn't ask, just be all over him regardless if he was at his desk typing away, or in bed cuddling, or right here even. He relished and practically bathed in the attention you gave him, always blushing after the littlest of affectionate actions.

Edward understood your intentions, and greatly appreciated that you respected his boundaries. After being in cramped spaces for years, he appreciates the space. But he doesn't mind when it's you, he practically melts into your touch. He turns towards you, nodding yes.

Your hand slowly cups the right side of his face. The soft skin is warm under your hand, it feels right. Then they travel further down to his cheek.

Edward slightly parts his lips, looking at you nervously.

You push the fork into his mouth, and his lips close around it. He looks stunning to you right now.

His brown hair looks amazing, and it falls in a soft way that makes him look young. His clear glasses are nice, even if the left lens is cracked and spider webbed.

Under your hand, you feel his cheek getting warmer as he starts to blush. You pull the fork from his mouth, and he chews sheepishly then swallows.

But you notice something he doesn't. Too busy distracted from pressing his face into your palm more, there's a bit of whipped cream on his lips.

You hesitantly lean forward, watching for his reaction. Closer and closer, until the two of your noses are almost touching.

His breath hitches, getting stuck at the back of his throat. Edwards eyes drag from your wrist to your eyes, as he truly looks into them for the first time. Examining them, showering in your gaze. Seeing his purpose and his cause.

Your eyes flick to his lips and he gives you a gentle nod in return. And in an instant, you locked your lips with his. And he didn't know what to do, so he closed his eyes and put his hands in his lap

You put a hand on the back of his neck, pressing in further. Your other hand travels from his cheek into his hair, fingers carding through it.

He's never done this before, and it's far more intimate then what's happened before. Before it was always hugs and maybe holding hands, this was a whole new world to explore. And as soon as if started it, it was over.

You pull away from Edward, enough to be able to open your eyes and look at him. He's like putty in your hands, practically melting just from a kiss.

You liked how he blushed. You leaned in again.

#edward nashton #paul dano riddler #danonation #edward nashton x reader #paul danos movies #paul dano #the batman #the batman 2022 #the riddler paul dano #the riddler