Miss Universe

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[theemissuniverse]

WELCOME TO CHAOS

just call me miss universe. i’ma mixed (black and white) woman and 22 years old bisexual and usually write stuff 18+ so minors don’t interact. my pronouns are she/her. I only write female ocs/readers

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things I write for (more to be added)

TV SHOWS

The 100

The Vampire Diaries

Teen Wolf

VIDEOGAMES

Mortal Kombat

The Walking Dead

Until Dawn

Borderlands

here’s my Henry Hart Masterlist

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[theemissuniverse]

“GASOLINE MAKES FIRE” a Rafe Cameron Fanfic.

PART 1

Summary : Rafe Cameron has always been dangerous — unpredictable, reckless, and one heartbeat away from burning his whole world down. Jazmine Cage has always been chaos personified — sharp-tongued, fearless, and just as unhinged as the men she runs with. Alone, they’re storms. Together, they’re a hurricane.

When Jazmine muscles her way into Rafe’s life — and into his home — it starts as business. She’s his partner in the game: guns, money, and land. But lines blur the moment their battles stop being against everyone else and start being against each other. What begins as constant tension — the verbal sparring, the power plays, the slap-to-the-face-and-hand-on-the-throat kind of volatility — spirals into something neither of them can walk away from.

Jazmine pushes. Rafe pushes back harder. Every fight threatens to end in fire; every silence hums with the kind of intimacy neither of them will admit to. But when the rest of the Outer Banks closes in — rival crews, old enemies, and the Pogues chasing a treasure that could flip the island on its head — Rafe and Jazmine have to decide whether they’re partners, enemies, or something in between.

Because together, they could own the Banks.

Or destroy each other trying.

WHAT TO EXPECT : 18+ mature themes. Jazmine is a plus size black woman. Jazmine is bisexual. Maybe some more things i forgot not gonna lie

Come back of the year??

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The tide had pulled back just enough to leave a silver mirror of seawater across the sand, reflecting the late afternoon sky in ripples. A breeze rolled in from the horizon, carrying salt and the faint music of some tourist’s Bluetooth speaker down the beach. Gulls wheeled overhead, their shadows gliding over sunbathers and half-buried coolers.

Jazmine Cage walked along the shore like the waves belonged to her. She wasn’t hurrying, wasn’t wandering—just moving with that slow, deliberate swagger that dared the ocean to trip her. A two-piece swimsuit in hot pink hugged her curves, gold chain glinting against her skin. Her acrylic nails tapped against the side of her phone as her thumbs flew across the screen, lip gloss catching the light every time her mouth twitched in a half-smile at whatever she was reading.

She was mid-text when a familiar, too-loud voice broke the soundtrack of wind and waves.

“Yooo, Jaz!”

She didn’t even need to look up to know it was Topper Thornton. His surfer drawl cut through the air like a slightly dull butter knife—earnest, oblivious, and grating all at once.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes from the phone. Topper was standing just a few feet ahead, one hand shielding the sun, the other clutching a beer can. Behind him, Rafe lounged in a collapsible chair like he’d been poured into it, one ankle hooked over a knee, sunglasses hiding the slow roll of his eyes. Ruthie sat cross-legged on a beach towel, absently picking at a thread on the hem of her cover-up. Kelce was sprawled on his stomach nearby, scrolling through his own phone.

Jazmine raised an eyebrow at Topper, dropped her voice into the laziest, most mocking version of his accent, and said, “Yooo, Top.”

The corners of Rafe’s mouth ticked up just barely at that.

Topper’s grin spread wide. He glanced over at Rafe like a kid showing off a new trick. “See that? We’re best friends.”

Rafe made a noise in the back of his throat that wasn’t quite a laugh. He didn’t even bother lifting his head when he said, “Sure, man.”

Jazmine slid her phone into the crook of her arm and gave the group one of those looks that scanned them all at once, like she was trying to figure out if there was a single person worth her time in a ten-foot radius.

“I’ma go before I catch the white from y’all,” she said, stepping past Topper with the kind of casual precision that made it clear she was not stopping to chat.

Kelce looked up from his phone, eyebrows pulling together. “I’m Black.”

Jazmine didn’t even slow down. “Sure you are.”

The words dropped behind her like a lit match, but she was already moving on, bare feet sinking into the wet sand, attention back on her phone before they could decide whether to laugh or be offended.

The group’s eyes followed her for a beat—partly because Jazmine always made an exit like a scene, partly because you could never quite tell if she was leaving for good or just long enough to steal something.

When she was a good thirty feet away, far enough that the surf swallowed her footsteps and the wind tugged away any stray syllables, Ruthie let out a sharp breath through her nose. Her gaze stayed fixed on Jazmine’s retreating figure, voice pitched low but dripping acid.

“I can’t stand that fat bitch.”

Rafe’s sunglasses shifted as his head turned, slow and deliberate, toward her. He didn’t lean forward or raise his voice—he didn’t need to. The air tightened in that instant, the way it does right before lightning strikes.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said.

Ruthie blinked, taken aback, then scoffed and looked away, muttering something into the wind that didn’t quite make it back to anyone’s ears.

Rafe didn’t press it. He just went back to his beer, the rim tapping against his bottom lip as he took a long, deliberate drink. His other hand draped lazily over the armrest, but the stiffness in his shoulders said he wasn’t as relaxed as he looked.

Topper glanced between them, confused at the sudden chill, and then decided, in the way only Topper could, that it was safer to ignore. He plopped back into the sand with a soft thud, cracking open another beer.

Kelce muttered something under his breath about people being “too sensitive” and went back to scrolling, his thumbs moving a little too fast to be casual.

Rafe’s gaze drifted past all of them, following the curve of the shoreline where Jazmine’s blonde-and-pink twists caught the light with every step. She didn’t look back—not at him, not at any of them—but there was a confidence in her walk that told him she didn’t have to. She knew they were watching. She always knew.

Rafe’s jaw worked once before he lifted the beer again, masking whatever else might’ve been written across his face. He wasn’t in the mood to explain himself—not to Ruthie, not to Topper, not to anyone.

“Yo,” Topper said suddenly, pointing toward the waterline. “You think she’s gonna swim or just—like—walk all the way to the pier?”

“Who cares,” Kelce said, eyes still locked on his phone.

Rafe tipped his head back in his chair, staring up at the slice of cloudless blue above them. “She’s not gonna swim.”

Topper frowned. “How do you know?”

Rafe didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The truth was simple—Jazmine didn’t do anything unless she wanted to, and right now, she was making a point just by walking away.

The waves rolled in and out, erasing her footprints before they even had time to settle.

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At the front of the bar, Barry leaned against the counter, glass of whiskey in one hand, lazy smirk in place. Jazmine Cage sat next to him, legs crossed, long island twists spilling over her shoulder, nails tapping against her own glass. She wasn’t drinking like someone trying to forget something. She was drinking like someone waiting for something to happen.

Barry caught her eye as the door swung open behind them. “Incoming trouble.”

Ruthie walked in, crisp and tense in a way that didn’t match the easy flow of the bar. She ordered her drink without glancing around—until she did. Her eyes landed on Jazmine.

A flicker of disdain tightened her mouth. She took her glass, stepped just close enough to be heard, and said, “You should have more class.”

Jazmine blinked once. Twice. Then a slow, wicked smile spread across her face.

Barry muttered under his breath, “Oh, shit.”

“How about I cut out your spleen?” Jazmine asked, voice light, almost conversational.

Ruthie faltered a step back, but Jazmine was already moving. She reached for a bottle of liquor sitting near the edge of the counter, slammed it against the wood until it shattered in her hand, leaving jagged, glittering edges like teeth.

“Don’t worry,” Jazmine said, stepping forward. “You can survive without a spleen.”

She swung, the broken glass arcing in her grip, and the sharp edge plunged into Ruthie’s side before anyone had time to react. The scream tore through the bar, high and raw.

“Damn it,” Jazmine said, stepping back to look at the wound. “I missed.”

Jazmine adjusted her grip on the jagged bottle, ready to try again, but a hand clamped hard around her wrist.

“Enough,” Rafe’s voice cut low in her ear.

She twisted her head, meeting his eyes with a mix of irritation and amusement. “You’re ruining my fun.”

“Come on before you get arrested,” he said, not letting go. His grip wasn’t just firm—it was personal, a silent “you’re mine to handle” that didn’t need words.

Barry leaned back, lifting his drink. “Told you. Trouble.”

Jazmine let Rafe steer her toward the door, her free hand sliding her phone into her bikini top like she was just heading to the boardwalk for ice cream. “Fine. But she’s not off my list.”

“You don’t have a list,” Rafe muttered.

“I have a list,” she said without missing a beat.

⸻

Topper had made his way to Ruthie by then, holding a balled-up bar towel against the bleeding. “Hold still.”

“You’re just now coming here?!” Ruthie spat, voice ragged with pain.

Topper shot her a look like she’d just suggested he fight a hurricane. “I’m not about to fight that girl! She’s crazy! You just—shut up.”

“Crazy” didn’t even begin to cover it. Topper had seen Jazmine laugh in a man’s face while cocking a loaded gun, and he wasn’t about to test his luck tonight.

⸻

Outside, the night air hit cooler against the heat of the bar. The surf was louder here, waves slapping against the pilings.

Rafe still had his hand around Jazmine’s wrist. She didn’t pull away. Not yet.

“Business partners don’t stab people in public,” he said, low and sharp.

She smirked sideways at him. “Good thing we’re not friends either.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. He let go of her wrist only when they reached the edge of the boardwalk, his hand brushing hers for just a second longer than necessary.

Jazmine caught it, of course. She caught everything.

“Don’t worry, Cameron,” she said, stepping ahead of him with that unhurried, taunting sway in her walk. “You’re still my favorite not-friend.”

He didn’t correct her.

Behind them, the bar noise swelled again, someone shouting for an ambulance. Barry’s laugh carried out through the door, low and unbothered.

The two of them—Jazmine and Rafe—kept walking, the space between them close enough for anyone watching to notice, but not close enough for either of them to admit what it meant.

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The next day the Cameron house was quiet except for the faint hum of the AC and the occasional creak of the dock shifting outside. Rafe sat at the dining table, sleeves rolled up, a stack of property maps spread in front of him. The papers were creased and smudged with pencil lines where he’d circled potential lots.

His finger traced a plot of land along the marsh. Not bad—secluded, enough space for a boat slip, close enough to the main road without being in view. His other hand tapped idly against the table next to his glass of bourbon.

The front door opened without a knock. Footsteps.

“Come in with no invite, please,” Rafe said without looking up, voice dry as sandpaper.

Topper appeared in the doorway, his sunburned face dominated by a purple bruise blooming along his jaw. He jabbed a finger toward it. “Look at this!”

Rafe’s gaze flicked up, one eyebrow lifting. “Damn. What happened to you?”

“That bitch JJ did this,” Topper snapped, “to save John B.’s ass.”

Rafe sighed, leaning back in his chair. He could already feel the headache coming, the kind that had nothing to do with liquor. “And why were you beating on John B.?”

“Hello! He’s a psycho and deserves it!” Topper threw up his hands. “He threw the first punch!”

“John B. doesn’t just punch people unless you set him off,” Rafe said. He reached for his bourbon, swirling the amber liquid once before taking a sip. “So what did you say?”

Topper hesitated. Shrugged. “The truth?”

Rafe narrowed his eyes. The shrug told him enough—Topper had brought up Sarah. How he slept with Sarah while John B and her were still together. Again. The smugness in his tone confirmed it. Rafe rolled his eyes and looked back down at the maps.

Topper, oblivious or just stubborn, kept going. “Come on. I want to go get payback.”

Rafe didn’t even glance up this time. “I’m done with the Pogues and their bullshit. I got my money. That’s all that matters. Unless they bother me, I couldn’t give a damn.”

“Come on, what happened to psycho crash-out Rafe?!” Topper leaned forward over the table like he was trying to bait him.

Rafe’s head lifted slowly, his stare sharpening. “You’re about to meet him if you don’t shut up.”

The front door swung open again before Topper could respond.

“Sup, crackers?”

Jazmine Cage strolled in like she owned the place, blonde-and-pink twists piled loosely over one shoulder, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. She carried herself with the kind of unapologetic energy that announced she wasn’t here to ask permission for anything.

Rafe groaned. “Yes, everyone just keep bursting in.”

Topper brightened instantly. “Yo, Jaz.”

Jazmine tilted her head, dropped her voice into an exaggerated surfer drawl, and grinned. “Yooo, Top.”

Topper beamed, looking at Rafe like he’d just proved a point. “See that? Best friends.”

Rafe’s only response was another slow roll of his eyes.

Jazmine’s gaze flicked to Topper’s face. “What happened to your face?”

“That asshole JJ,” Topper said without hesitation.

Jazmine’s grin widened. “JJ’s kinda hot.”

Topper recoiled. “Ew.”

Rafe rubbed his temples. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

It was only then he noticed the luggage—two bags set just inside the doorway, one scuffed duffel and one rolling suitcase with a broken handle.

“What’s up with the bags?” Rafe asked, his tone sharp with suspicion.

“Oh, these?” Jazmine glanced back at them like she’d almost forgotten they existed. “I live here now.”

“The hell you do,” Rafe said.

“I call the master room,” she replied, breezing past him without waiting for an answer. Her acrylic nails tapped against the banister as she started down the stairs toward the basement level.

Rafe’s jaw clenched. He stood, grabbing the nearest liquor bottle from the table like he might need it as either a drink or a weapon. “Jazmine.”

She didn’t stop walking. “Rafe.”

Topper, meanwhile, was leaning against the wall, trying not to laugh but failing. “This is great. You two under one roof? Epic.”

Rafe turned to glare at him. “You’re next on the eviction list if you don’t get out.”

Topper ignored the threat, nodding toward the staircase. “She’s already decorating in her head. You can’t stop her.”

From below, Jazmine called up, “Oh, I can hear you. And he’s right.”

Rafe took a long pull from the bottle, muttering something under his breath about needing new locks.

When Jazmine reappeared a moment later, she was leaning on the banister like she’d just closed a real estate deal. “Master room’s too dark. I’ll take the one with the balcony instead.”

“You’re not taking any room,” Rafe said, voice low but steady.

She smirked. “We’ll see.”

There was a beat of silence, broken only by the soft clink of Rafe setting the bottle back on the table. His eyes met hers, and for just a moment, neither of them looked away. It wasn’t a challenge, not exactly—it was something quieter, unspoken, the way people who’ve been through too many close calls look at each other.

Topper, oblivious as always, clapped his hands together. “So… what’s for dinner?”

Rafe didn’t answer.

Jazmine just laughed.

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Fifteen minutes later, Rafe was standing outside what was supposed to be his bedroom door, trying to make sense of the faint smell of perfume wafting from inside. Something floral, sweet—too sweet.

He pushed the door open and froze.

The sleek, minimal space he’d kept—white walls, dark wood, barely any clutter—was gone. In its place, a pink-and-black fever dream had exploded. The bed was covered in a velvet throw that shimmered faintly under the ceiling fan. A pile of throw pillows, each with rhinestone lettering, spelled out things like Boss Bitch and Slay. His framed prints were gone, replaced with gold-trimmed mirrors and a canvas painting of a pair of glossy lips biting down on a diamond. Even the lamp was different—now black with pink feathers around the shade.

Not one thing of his was left.

“What the fuck?!”

From the vanity she’d somehow wheeled in, Jazmine looked up, twirling a makeup brush between her fingers like she’d been expecting him. Her long island twists were piled into a messy bun, a few strands falling loose. She smirked.

“You like my new room?!”

Rafe stepped inside, jaw tight. “This is my room.”

“Not anymore, Rafe.” She went back to blending something on her cheek in the mirror.

He threw his arms out. “Go crash at Barry’s!”

“No can do,” she said, still focused on her reflection. “His house smells. Surprisingly, your cokehead self actually took care of this place.”

“I don’t do drugs anymore,” Rafe snapped.

Jazmine’s lips twitched, her voice turning falsely sweet. “Aw. Let’s get you your first chip.”

That was it. Rafe stomped forward until he was standing right behind her. “Jazmine, I fucking mean it. Get the hell out.”

She turned slowly in her chair, eyes locking with his. Then, in one fluid motion, her hands shot up to his throat, nails biting just enough to sting. Her grip was tight—possessive, not just threatening.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” she said, her voice dropping low, a razor-edge wrapped in silk. “I will blow your shit out.”

Rafe’s hands clamped around her forearm—not yanking, just holding. Matching her energy. Matching her crazy.

Then, with a sharp shove, he threw her back onto the bed. She landed on the velvet throw, but her hand never left his throat, still gripping like she was daring him to try again.

“Your crazy shit doesn’t work on me,” he said, leaning over her.

Her eyes glinted like she’d been waiting to hear that. She wrapped her legs around his waist in one smooth motion, pulling him toward her until there was no space left between them. His print hitting right where her desired part was at.

“I’ll do better next round,” she murmured, almost teasing, almost promising.

For a moment, they just stayed there—his hand still on her arm, her legs locked around his hips, their breathing in sync even though neither would admit it.

Rafe was the one to break it. He let go of her arm.

She let go of his throat. But her legs stayed exactly where they were.

“You are so goddamn annoying,” he said.

“Go cry about it,” she shot back, grinning like she’d just won something.

He glared at her, then slid his hands under the backs of her thighs, cupping them once before pushing her legs off his waist. “Fuck it,” he muttered. “I got better shit to do than worry about this.”

He turned to leave.

“Hurry back, roomie!” she called after him, sing-song.

He didn’t answer, just slammed the door on his way out.

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A/n : How we so on the comeback??

[theemissuniverse]

How on EARTH did I not find your page until now? Your writing is godsent I swear. Thank you for your service and I apologize if I spam you with likes. 🙏🏻

-Ghost <3

“GIRL DANGER” HENRY HART X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You refuse to let Henry go on a dangerous mission alone but Henry refuses for you to come with him.

CONTENT : Henry being protective, very fast read. I did not proof read

A/N : thank you so much! I appreciate it

MASTERLIST

Being the best friend of Kid Danger was cool and everything until Kid Danger had to go on missions where it could mean life or death.

Henry was nineteen now which meant he took more riskier missions than he used to. It pissed you off because honestly, you didn’t feel like he needed to save the world much less the shitty town the two of you lived in.

Captain Man was kidnapped by a new supervillain that arrived in town so it was up to Henry to get him.

You thought Henry was being impulsive. There was no thought out plan. Henry was just going to march in the villains lair and take Ray back. He was already prepared in his Kid Danger disguise.

The two of you were in the man cave along with Charlotte and Jasper. The two of them were watching the two of you just argue.

“You’re being ridiculous. I’ll be fine.”

You scoffed at Henry’s nonchalant response. “Fine? You don’t even have a plan! What if it’s a trap? Then what?”

“Then I’ll get out of the trap.” Henry said as if it was obvious.

You gave him a look. “Really?”

Henry nodded to confirm. “Uh yeah? In case you’ve forgotten, I’ve got hyper mobility so I’ll be-“ in a swift motion, he felt your palm slap him across his face. Charlotte and Jasper had wide eyes while Henry felt his cheek. “Um ow!”

“Your reflexes aren’t that fast obviously.”

“Well not really expecting to get slapped from my best friend.”

You crossed your arms, eyeing him down. “Okay. Then I’ll go with you.”

Henry couldn’t help but let out a laugh at how ridiculous the idea was. He shook his head, waving his hand in the air. “Oh no. You’re not coming with me.”

“Why not?”

“Because last time I checked…I was the one who had superpowers and knew how to fight while the only fight I’ve seen you had is with opening a pickle jar.”

You bit your lip to hide your annoyance before turning around to Charlotte and Jasper. “Help me out!”

Charlotte and Jasper shook their heads in a hurry. “No. We can’t…we have to..check on the tree outside.” Charlotte made up.

The two of them started to head towards the elevator. “Yeah. The tree.” Jasper agreed.

The hurried to click the button while you just glared at them and they rushed to get on before disappearing.

You rolled your eyes before turning to look at Henry. “When you first started this job you were thirteen and the most disturbing fight I saw you have was trying to get a girl’s number.”

Henry placed his bubble gum back in his pocket. Then responded. “I don’t care. This is different. I don’t have time to worry about you.”

He started to walk to the tubes but you grabbed his arm. You turned him around so he was facing you. “I got five years of karate under my belt. I got this.”

“I said no.”

“So you can risk your life but I can’t?”

“Yes. I’m the superhero.”

You looked at Henry then to the bubble gum in his pocket. That’s when you realized you were about to do something stupid. You kicked Henry to the ground and grabbed the gum out of his pocket before heading to the tube.

“Wait! Don’t!”

“Up the tube!”

It was too late. You were already up and gone. Henry let out a yell of frustration before standing up. Here you were trying to protect him by being impulsive. Maybe he should’ve saw the irony of the situation but he didn’t care. He didn’t want you to get hurt.

His job was not only to protect the town but to protect you and he couldn’t do that when you made rash decisions like this.

He immediately got on his cellphone and tried to track your location. That’s when he saw the notification that you stopped sharing your location with him. “I’m going to kill her.” He mumbled. He started to call Charlotte. She picked up within seconds. “Is the married couple done arguing?” She teased.

Henry ignored her comment before responding. “She took off to get Ray and stopped sharing her location with me. I need you to track it.”

“How did you let her get past you?”

“Just shut up and track her!”

It took a couple of seconds before he got an answer from Charlotte. “She is heading to Doctor Yetti’s warehouse.”

“Alright. Keep an eye on us.”

“Got it. Also Henry? Please bring back your girlfriend in one piece.”

It was evident to everyone but you that Henry had feelings for you. Charlotte was even shocked you didn’t figure it out considering how smart you were.

That’s why Henry was so mad you went off. He couldn’t let anything bad happen to you. Just the thought of you getting hurt or worse brought in severe anxiety.

Yeah, you weren’t some damsel in distress but that didn’t mean you could or should do the things he did. He was the superhero. You were his bestfriend. That was it. But the more Henry got deep in the lifestyle, the more you tried to include yourself. And he couldn’t let that happen.

Henry was in love with you. The love suffocated his heart. He had no choice to be lost under your spell. But were you lost in his?

You had to do this. Not only because you didn’t want Henry doing this alone but you wanted to prove to Henry you were more than the best friend on the sidelines.

The truth was, you were in love with your best friend and impressing him was important to you but it’s like Henry didn’t care for any of it. He didn’t believe in you and it pissed him off.

You were going to prove to everyone that you were more than they thought.

On the rooftop of the warehouse, you popped the bubble gum and like magic, you were dressed in Henry’s disguise. You looked at your reflection in the metal door to the rooftop. You looked like Kid Danger 2.0. It spooked you a little.

Taking in a deep breath, you opened the door to Doctor Yetti’s warehouse where you saw Ray chained to a spinning wheel. Doctor Yetti was spinning the wheel, making Ray go round in a circle.

You didn’t see any of his crew around so you went over the railing and dropped on the ground.

Doctor Yetti stopped spinning the wheel. “Oh I’m gonna puke.” Ray yelled when the wheel finally stopped.

Doctor Yetti turned over to you. Then looked at you with a confused look. “Girl Danger?”

You were about to comment about that but you tilted your head when you realized how small he was. “You’re like 5’3.”

He looked at you, offended. “So?”

“Your name is Doctor Yetti?”

“Yeah…”

“But Yetti’s are tall?”

“I’m not following.”

Ray decided to speak. “She’s calling you short, bruh.” He took a closer look at you and his eyes widen when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

You placed your hands on your hips. “Rescuing you.”

It was at that moment, Ray let out a laugh as if what you said was the funniest thing in the entire world. You gave him a death glare. “You? Rescue me? Seriously where’s Kid Danger?”

The amount of anger ran through you like water under a bridge. Nothing pissed you off more than someone thinking you couldn’t do something.

Doctor Yetti spun Ray again on the wheel which made him start screaming. He then took some steps to you. “Well, you’re too late Girl Danger. I’ve already begun extracting Captain Man’s invincibility. Soon, I will be invincible.”

“Invincible and short?” You mocked. Doctor Yetti faked laughed at your joke before snapping his fingers. When he did, a couple men in black ninja outfits came from the door then surrounded you.

It was supposed to intimidate you but you gave him an unconvinced look. “Ninja costumes? Seriously?”

“Can you seriously start saving me?!” Ray asked while be spun repeatedly on the wheel.

Henry was on the rooftop, still not believing you were going this far to prove yourself. He swore after this was done he was going to give you a piece of his mind.

He went through the door and then stood on the railing above the warehouse. That’s where he saw you, fighting multiple ‘ninjas’ at once.

His first instinct was to go down and help you. The second was to watch you in action. You were good. Not that he didn’t believe you were good but being good in fighting classes and being good in an actual fight were both two different things.

Then he saw Ray spinning on a wheel and he couldn’t help but snicker to himself. He looked back over to you and there were only two guys left to go but one of them had you pinned down to the floor.

That’s when Henry hoped over the railing and jumped on the man’s back.

You should’ve known Henry was going to get to you at some point. Henry pinched a nerve on the man’s neck to make him go to sleep then hopped off him. The man fell down. He saw the other man try to go after you on the ground and Henry kicked him in the stomach. Then twisted his arm before elbowing him, knocking him out.

Henry walked over to you. “I had it.” You said.

“Sure you did.” He helped you up to your feet but when he did, you immediately yelled in pain. Henry held you, making sure you placed all your weight on him. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I twisted my ankle.” You pointed your finger at him. “Don’t you say anything.”

He sighed and helped you sit in a chair nearby before looking at Doctor Yetti. He saw Doctor Yetti get in a fighting stance and gave him a look. “Dude, you’re like 5’1.”

“I’m 5’3! It doesn’t matter. Soon I will be invincible and you won’t be able to stop me from draining your powers too-“

Henry reached him his pocket for his laser. Then pointed it at Doctor Yetti. He pressed the button and Doctor Yett immediately fell to the ground.

You tilted your head at how fast the action was. “I should’ve took that from your pocket.”

Henry went over to the wheel while Ray was screaming. He pressed the lever down making the wheel stop.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Henry started to detach the metal chains on him and helped him down. Aftet Ray found his stance, he hit Henry in the chest. “Took you long enough!”

Henry hit him back. “Shut up.”

He walked over to you and you shook your head. “I’m fine!”

Henry wasn’t hearing it. He scooped you up, bridal style and turned to look at Ray. “Clean this up. I’m going to take her back.”

Ray was still gagging in the back. “Sure! Have the spinning man take care of this!”

Both back in normal clothes, Henry had you on the couch in the man cave as he wrapped up ur ankle with a bandage.

The room was silent. It was like you and Henry were having a contest of who can go the longest without speaking.

You knew he was mad and you could understand to a certain extent but you didn’t care. You just wanted to prove yourself and now all you proved was that you needed Henry. Just liked he hoped.

When Henry finished wrapping the bandage, he looked up at you. “Why am I getting the silent treatment from you? You were the one that stole my gum and went into crime fighting.”

“You know what? You’re so lucky I can’t walk away from you right now.”

“Why? Why did you do it? What are you trying to prove?” You bit the inside of your cheek, not looking at him. Henry understood a little of what you were thinking. “Why do you feel the need to impress me?”

You decided to change the subject. “Why do you feel the need to protect me? I don’t need your protection.”

“Because you do things like use my costume to fight bad guys.”

You got annoyed. So, annoyed that you stood up and tried to walk away but Henry grabbed your waist to hold you in place. “Let me go!”

“Stop it.”

“Just leave me alone. Why are you being like this?”

After that sentence, you felt lips pressed against yours. You stood in place, completely still with eyes wide. Henry Hart was actually kissing you.

It all made sense. The entire day he had been nothing but protective and you were trying to understand why. This was why.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. You didn’t think Henry and you would ever end up doing this but here you were, two best friends kissing.

The two of you were so wrapped in the moment that you guys didn’t even notice Charlotte and Jasper walk in. “Finally!”

The two of you broke apart to look at them. “It only took you guys seven years.” Charlotte continued.

“Seven years is a long time.” Jasper pointed out to Charlotte.

“Sarcasm!” She yelled at him making the two of you laugh. She looked back over. “How was fighting crime, Girl Danger?”

“It was cool but…” You held onto Henry. “I think I’ll leave all that to Kid Danger.”

“Cool. Everyone good?” Henry asked and they nodded. “Now get out.”

Charlotte and Jasper rolled their eyes before leaving. “I hate couples…” Jasper mumbled.

Henry turned back to you. “Does this mean you’ll be with me?”

“Ehhh…give me seven more years to think on it.” You said playfully and he smiled. Then kissed you again.

[theemissuniverse]

“DYNAMITE” HENRY HART X ENEMY FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You and Henry haven’t really gotten along since you’ve known each other. Henry’s put up with it for far too long. (Both 18, graduated high school. Relationship is sort of like Freddie and Sam from ICarly.)

CONTENT : suggestive content, slightly explicit

MASTERLIST

No one and I mean not a single soul anticipated you and Henry ever being a couple. From early childhood to the end of middle school, the two of you were kind of like enemies. You would ‘bully’ him and the two of you would argue constantly up until when the two of you graduated high school.

The only reason why the two of you spoke was because Charlotte was your best friend and Henry was her friend too. Henry couldn’t even understand how you could like Jasper more than him.

He was tired. Tired of the teasing, tired of the hitting, tired of you. Especially because he had actually no other reason to dislike you. He honestly thought you were really cool when you weren’t dishing out all your misery onto him.

Tonight? Tonight was the final straw.

You were so mad at him that you almost exposed he was Kid Danger at a party Jasper was throwing at the air n b. Henry immediately took you into a bedroom and closed the door before looking at you, furious.

He was even more mad was because the only reason why you were invited to the party was because he told Jasper to. Jasper was afraid of you and didn’t want you to come but Henry didn’t want you to feel left out.

That’s just the type of person Henry was.

He was never this angry at you. He was used to you but he was boiling with anger.

This was it.

“What the actual fuck is your problem?”

You were caught off guard. Henry wasn’t really the swearing type unless he was joking or being funny. You had to of done it.

Henry didn’t even let you speak. He just kept going. “Teasing me since elementary school? I can handle. Throwing me into lockers in middle school? I can handle. Making me get detention after you blamed me for everything you did through out high school? I can handle. But exposing my secret? My secret to the entire party for me merely existing is something I can not fucking handle anymore.”

You looked at Henry in sort of a guilty and sad way. “It wasn’t for nothing.”

“Oh it wasn’t?” Henry begins to sarcastically say. “Oh, then please tell me what the problem is! Enlighten me! I really wanna know what grinded Ms. Nothing is ever Perfect gears tonight?! Hmm? What was it?”

You looked down in shame, not even wanting to say why. “You were talking to Ashley.”

Henry was even more confused. Why did the thought of talking to Ashley bother you? “You almost exposed me…because I was talking to Ashley?”

“See, when you put it like that, it sounds bad.”

“It is bad!” Henry scoffed at you. It’s like he couldn’t believe what and who he was seeing. “See, you’re ridiculous. I don’t even know why I wanted you here at this party in the first place.”

When Henry had said that, your eyes lit up. “You wanted me here?”

“Yeah because everyone is so afraid of you and thinks you’re a….the very not nice word that starts with a ‘B’ but I’m said ‘no, she’s just going through a lot. She’s not that bad’ but you know what? You are that bad. You’re crazy! No! Insane even. And this whole thing was crazy for me to even-“

Henry was cut off abruptly by the motion of you kissing him, directly on the lips. He stood there in complete shock. The kiss was so short, he didn’t even get to appreciate how soft your lips were. How comforting they felt.

He looked at you confused. He blinked a little, trying to process what just happened. “Um…what was that?”

You bit your lip and looked down to the ground. You couldn’t even look at him. “I know I’ve been extra…I’ve always been extra it’s just…I always thought you were cute and…I kinda liked you. Even though I gave you a wedgie four times…and ate your lunch every day….and made a dog eat your homework and when you told the teacher the excuse, you got detention but…I guess that was my way of expressing that I liked you. And when I saw Ashley flirting with you and you…enjoying it…I freaked out.”

Henry was completely stunned by your confession. Never in a million years would he ever hear from your mouth that you had a crush on him. The entire time.

And then he thought about it. How every Valentine’s Day at school he would get candy grahams but never knew who it was. How quickly you reacted to him even slightly grazing your hand. How sometimes you would just stare at him and he would have to ask you if something was on his face.

And then he thought about himself. How every Valentine’s Day he secretly hoped it was you. How he hoped you didn’t mind him purposely grazing your hand just to feel your contact. How sometimes he wanted to grab you by the hips and give you the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had by the way you looked at him.

“I’m sorry, Henry. I’m sorry I’ve been a bitch. I’m sorry I ruined everything.”

Now here’s something he’d thought he never see. You were crying. Tears. Actual tears not sweat. You had never cried in front of him before. Never.

Henry bit his lip, feeling bad. Was it still justifiable for him to be angry? Yes but he finally understood at least why you’ve been acting like this towards him.

You went to try and walk away but Henry wouldn’t let you. He grabbed your arm and spun you around. This time Henry’s lips landed on yours.

It was your turn to be surprised. You didn’t think after everything the two of you went through that Henry would even remotely feel the same way as you. But he did. Every bit of it.

You pulled Henry down more since he was taller than you. Henry held onto your waist as he deeply kissed you. You were melting right in his arms. Nothing felt better than his kisses.

Henry wasn’t expecting for your hands to go to the belt on his jeans. He felt you unbutton him super quick.

You slowly took the belt off this time, grazing his abdomen with your nails softly. The gesture made Henry let out a low growl that he himself had no idea where it came from.

Henry picked you up by thighs and had you up against the wall. Held you in place while you broke the kiss to kiss and suck on his neck.

“We-shit-need to talk-damn.” The sucking on his neck made him moan relentlessly.

“Talk about what?” You asked while taking off your shirt.

“Talk about-“ Henry cut himself off when he say how good your chest looked in a tightly fitted black bra. You smirked, seeing his reaction. You took his hands and placed them on your ass.

He forced himself out of his own trance. “I don’t just want to have sex with you. I like you.”

“Then have me.”

Henry looked in your eyes and then back at your lips. All before kissing you but this time, he did it lovingly. Like you were made of glass.

You were his now. In a strange way.

[theemissuniverse]

“IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SINGLE?” HENRY HART X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : After Henry as Kid Danger looks bad on the news, he helps the community in order to gain public opinion back. When he meets you, his whole mission goes out the window. (Henry is 18 & graduated from high school, reader is 20. This is low-key written as if it was an actual episode.)

CONTENT : flirty Henry, suggestive content, reader is very feminine

MASTERLIST

As much as he loved fighting crime and saving lives, being Kid Danger did not have its perks sometimes. Kinda like what he was doing now. After he had accidentally insulted veterans just because he said he didn’t think they should get a gold star for joining and didn’t think they were automatically good people on the news, Ray suggested for him to do community work to get the people back in his good graces.

Some of the stuff was small, like saving a cat from a tree. Others it was if he could save them from a burning building.

Just great.

He decided to take a break, going into a bakery to get something to drink and a small donut. When he walked in, it smelled amazing. The smell went to his stomach, making it let out a rumble.

The atmosphere was girly. He could tell the owner was a woman in her twenties just by the small details in the place. And because it was so goddamn pink.

He went to step in further but when he did, a man stood in front of him. He had to be about early to mid twenties. Henry noticed the baggy clothes he had on and he could’ve sworn it was a hot summer day.

The heat was clearly not getting to this man as he had the brightest smile on his face. “Oh my god! You’re Kid Danger!”

Henry was annoyed. And hungry but he knew he couldn’t be as mean or as sassy like he usually would be so he instead pulled off a fake smile. “Hey, man.”

“Can I get a photo?”

‘Can I kick your ass?’ Henry bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying something smart like why is a grown ass man asking for a picture but he waved it off. “Sure.”

The guy stood next to him and roughly grabbed a hold of Henry’s shoulder. Henry let out a sigh but fixed his face when the guy held up the phone for the photo and smiled.

After the guy took the picture, he backed away from Henry to examine the photo. “My girl is not gonna believe this.”

“I’m sure she isn’t.” Henry pulled off but what he really wanted to say was ‘I’m sure she isn’t gonna believe a grown man was excited to see Kid Danger.’

“Thanks man, I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no prob….lem.”

Henry was in amazement when he saw you behind the counter. You were absolutely, undeniably gorgeous. You were so breathtakingly feminine that it made his stomach have butterflies.

The way you smiled at customers seemed like you had all the joy in the world and he wanted to be included in that joy. He noticed the way you’d tug on your sleeve when you were a little nervous or anxious. Your freshly done acrylic nails tapped on the counter and boy did he want to see those hands wrapped around something else.

Your lip gloss went with your black lip liner perfectly. He didn’t care what sticky mess he’d create, they were gorgeous and he wanted to kiss them.

When you walked back to hand the customer her muffin, he noted you wore heels but you were still shorter than him. So that had to put you at 5’4 height which was insanely short for him considering he was a 6’0 male.

You wore a cute little apron over your shirt and skirt. The way you walked, you knew you were pretty. You knew men found you hot. That’s what made you attractive to him.

“Um…” Henry forced himself to break out of his trance. “Who’s that?”

The guy turned to see who he was talking about and when he got it, he nodded in confirmation. “Oh, that’s my girlfriend. She owns the bakery.”

Henry kept staring at you, trying to find it within himself to look away but he couldn’t. He needed to talk to you. “Is your girlfriend single?”

The guy laughed when Henry said this. “That’s a good one, man.”

“Uh huh…yeah…” Henry didn’t bother to put up with the conversation anymore before walking over towards the front counter.

There you were, counting the drawer. He figured you were changing shifts at this time which was perfect because you wouldn’t be busy dealing with customers.

“I’ll help you in one minute.” You looked up to give who you thought to be a customer with a polite smile when you saw who it was. “Kid Danger? What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood. Trying to take care of the town.” Henry said slyly. He saw you snicker and raised a brow at it. “What?”

“You and Captain Man trying to do crowd control from the news thing?” You asked, going back to count the money.

Henry had completely forgotten about that. “Oh you saw that?”

“Relax. I agree with you. I don’t think the troops are all good people.”

Henry relaxed after finding out you weren’t mad at him about what he said on the news. “Oh. Okay. Cool. What’s your name?”

You continued to count the money with a playful smile. “Why do you need to know my name?”

He thought about it for a second before coming up with an answer. “Because…” he leaned against the counter. “I wanna know if your name is as pretty as you look.”

You chuckled at his flirtatious response and looked up at him. “Aren’t you a little young?”

Henry scoffed, offended. He wasn’t that young and you didn’t look that old. “I’m eighteen. That’s the legal drinking age in Australia.”

“Oh really?”

“Uh huh.”

You went back to count the money before responding. “(Y/N).”

“I was right. It’s just as pretty as you.”

He noticed you trying to hold back your smile. “You’re cute but I have a boyfriend.”

Henry tilted his head at you. He then turned around to face the man you claimed as your boyfriend. He was bragging to all your customers that he just took a photo with Kid Danger. He then faced his attention to you. He could tell you were embarrassed. “That him?”

You sighed, looking away. “Unfortunately.”

“How old is the grown man?”

“Twenty four.”

“Oh…how old are you?”

“Twenty.” You finished counting the money and started to place money in envelopes for your drop. “Do you want something to eat or drink?”

Henry looked at your rack of baked goods. It was a whole range of muffins, donuts, cupcakes, and cookies. “Give me the pink sprinkled one.” He saw the look you were giving him and he pointed his finger at you. “Shut up. I can be grown and like sprinkles.”

You held your hands up in defense and went to grab the donut. You handed it to him and when you did, he pulled out his wallet. “Oh, you’re good.”

“Don’t do that.” Henry handed you the twenty dollar bill and grabbed the donut. “Keep it.”

You gave him a look as you put the money in the register and put the rest in the tip jar. “Money doesn’t impress me Kid Danger.”

“Tell me what does so I can.” Henry took the bite out the donut and when he did, the pink sprinkled chocolate donut melted in his mouth. “That’s a really good donut.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

Your boyfriend walked over towards the two of you. He leaned over the counter and kissed you on the cheek. “Hey, babe.”

Henry was furious. You were completely out of his league. How the hell did he even get you? Why were you downgrading? You owned a bakery for damn sake. It was like you were doing charity work for him.

Don’t get him wrong, Henry wasn’t exactly a homewrecker but the home doesn’t look too happy. Not to mention it didn’t matter once he wanted something. When he wanted something or matter of fact, someone, he was going to get it.

“That is bizarre.” Henry said out loud.

“Babe! Look! I met Kid Danger.”

You nodded, finishing with the register. “I see.”

“But I’m too young?” Henry questioned, motioning to your boyfriend and you rubbed your forehead out of embarrassment.

At the next moment, a big man walked in with a brown paper bag on his face. Henry looked at him and he already knew he was going to be trouble. “I hate this town.”

The big man walked over to the three of you at the register. “Give me everything! This is a robbery!”

Henry placed his hand on his temple in annoyance at the man. “Why do you all announce you’re doing a robbery? We see you doing it!”

Your boyfriend let out a squeal as if he was a little girl and ran away, hiding in the bathroom. Henry gave you a look again and you sighed. “I know. I know.”

Henry was impressed. You didn’t seem that phased with a big man coming in trying to rob you. The man went in his jacket pocket then pulled out what appeared to be a gun.

Everyone in the bakery got down, fearing for their lives. Henry didn’t and you didn’t.

You were a little nervous, you had to admit but you felt a little at ease considering a superhero was standing next to you.

“I said give me everything.”

Henry sat his donut on the counter before stepping in front of him so he wouldn’t be in eye contact with you. “Dude. Step out.” He looked at you and then looked at the robber. He whispered the next thing so you wouldn’t hear him. “I’m trying to get her number.”

This time the robber pointed the gun. “Now!”

Henry gave him a look not even phased. “Is that a nerf gun?”

The robber’s demeanor faltered at the question. “Um. No.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it’s not.”

“The tip is orange!”

“You’re about the catch this tip in a minute.”

Henry’s eyes blinked at the way the robber worded. “Whoa. First of all, pause. Second of all, you’re wearing a brown paper bag on your head.”

“So?”

Henry reached over, snatching the brown paper bag to reveal his identity. The robber gasped and Henry rolled his eyes, throwing the bag down. “Just leave before I embarrass you.”

The robber didn’t listen. He pointed the fake gun to the rest of the customers, scaring them. “Give me everything now!”

“Okay…I’m officially done with this.” Henry spun the robber back to him and punched him in the face. The robber didn’t go down because he was so big.

The robber tried to punch Henry but Henry with his hyper mobility was quicker. He grabbed the man’s hand and made him punch himself. Henry kicked him in the stomach. Then twisted his arm before giving him a spin kicked.

The man finally got knocked down. Henry looked back over to you in a flirty way. “See how I just did that?”

You looked at him, amused. “I see you’re not finished.”

“Hmm?”

The man grabbed Henry by his shoulders and picked him up before tossing him across the bakery. Henry landed on the wooden chairs and broke them on the process.

You sighed. “Really? I was just about to paint those chairs.”

Henry got up quickly. He charged at the man. He had the man pressed up against the wall. Henry kneed him in the gut and choked him.

The robber pushed Henry to the ground. He then tried to stomp on Henry but Henry moved too fast. Henry kicked him in his ankle. It made the robber drop to his knees. Henry grabbed a rack of cookies and smacked him on the robber’s head.

“Okay, you win! You win!” The robber got up, kind of crying and ran out the store.

Henry dusted the cookie residue off his fingers. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbles.” When everyone felt safe, they stood to their feet and clapped at Henry. Henry waved at the applause before walking back over to your register.

He took the donut he was eating before off the counter and bit back in it. “Hopefully I can finish in peace now.”

You eyed Henry up and down. “You know what? That was impressive.”

Henry wasn’t expecting you to say that. “Really?” He asked with a mouthful.

You leaned over the counter. You used your finger to wipe the remaining crumbs off his lips. Your pink acrylic nails grazed his lips. You looked him right in the eyes as you did it. “Really.”

Henry really wanted to bend you over the counter after doing the gesture but unfortunately he had to control himself.

He couldn’t say anything because your boyfriend came out the bathroom. “Is he gone?”

This time, you looked pissed.

You came from behind the counter and slapped him across the face. “You idiot! You were just going to let him rob me? I mean…he was a shitty robber but that is so not the point!”

Your boyfriend looked guilty. “Well…well Kid Danger handled it right?”

You nodded in a matter of fact way. “Yeah. He’s going to be handling a lot of stuff from now on. We’re done.”

“Ooh.” Henry said like a child as he finished the donut. “You heard her.”

Your boyfriend looked like a sad puppy dog. He started to walk out of the store but before he did stopped to look at Henry. “Can I get an autograph?”

Henry gave him a look. “Dude. No.”

Your ex finally walked out. You looked over to everyone in the store. “Alright everyone. I’m closing early for the day.”

Everyone nodded, understanding before exciting the store. Henry walked a little to you to cut the distance. “Did I hear correctly you dumped the man child?”

You didn’t say anything. You went in your pocket and handed him your business card. “Call me when you’re not busy taking robbers down.”

Henry looked at the phone number and smiled. “Oh yeah? Did I also earn a heroic kiss?”

“No, but you can watch this ass walk away.” You told him playfully as you started to head in the back to your office.

Henry tilted his head, biting his lips as he watched. Your ass did look good in the skirt you were wearing. “I’m not complaining.” You let out a laugh when you hit your office and Henry looked back down to the number. “Man, I love being Kid Danger.”

[theemissuniverse]

HENRY DANGER MASTERLIST

Here is my Henry Hart list. You can always request something and I’ll do it if I find it interesting or if I have the creative brain for it. Heads up, Henry is always written as eighteen or over. Yes I do smut. I only do fem reader. This is because of the reader usually having personality and Henry usually is admiring the reader for her feminine traits.

HENRY HART

DYNAMITE

You and Henry never gotten along but you’ve now done something that’s crossed the line. Why though? - SFW

HENRY HART AS KID DANGER

CRAZY STUPID THING CALLED LOVE PART 1

You almost get robbed on your way home from work but Kid Danger saves you not without flirting with you in the process. - SFW

IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SINGLE?

Henry Hart is doing community work when he meets you, a feminine delight to his eyes. One problem. You have a boyfriend. - SFW

GIRL DANGER

You want to prove yourself to Henry by becoming Girl Danger to save Ray.

HENRY HART FROM MOVIE

THE HEART AND THE HEAD

You’re taking care of Henry, your partner in crime after he had a bad accident with his latest foe but Henry is admiring you from a completely different angle. - SFW

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME

Dating Henry Hart is too much with all the women drooling over him so you decide to take a break from him but Henry isn’t letting you. - SFW

[theemissuniverse]

“CRAZY STUPID THING CALLED LOVE” HENRY HART X SUNSHINE FEM!READER PART 1

SUMMARY : Kid Danger saves you from a robbery and can’t help but flirt with you, a stranger. But…maybe you do know him? (Both are 18 and in senior year of high school. I think only once mention of y/n)

A/N : I actually am proud of this. I think I really captured Henry and Kid Danger his alter ego really well while making it entertaining. Part 2 will be soon.

MASTERLIST

You probably shouldn’t be walking by yourself, alone in the dark. Swellview wasn’t exactly the safest place in the world with all the crime happening in town. You didn’t have a choice though. Getting a job to help your mother pay for the bills was something you just had to do. You were a waitress at a small diner in town and only made eight dollars an hour. The tips were barley dimes but it was putting food on the table.

Working was actually really good for you. It made you get out the house and get a breath of fresh air. The only thing you didn’t appreciate were the gross and quite frankly bold men that were willing to hit on an eighteen year old.

Juggling school and work wasn’t hard for you either. You were incredibly smart and because of you taking all the required classes in your freshman year, your senior year was flying by in a freeze.

The night was a cold one. You were so exhausted that you had left your jacket back at your job. The goosebumps ran down your arm and the hair stood still. The full moon was bright, beaming on your skin. You would’ve appreciated its beauty if it wasn’t so damn cold.

While you were walking, you saw a man walking towards you. You couldn’t really make out his face with the hood and it being dark. He wore all black clothing too. All you could tell was that he was a tall man.

“Hey, baby let me take you out in a date.”

You cringed at the grown man cat calling you. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to it. It didn’t matter though. You had to power through. You still had a ten minute walk to go.

“No thank you.” You tried to sound cheerful and polite as you made your way past him but he wasn’t going for it.

“I said let me take you.” He grabbed your forearm, keeping you in place. You hissed at the grip and he only made it tighter. He was starting to freak you out.

“Let me go, please.”

The man didn’t say anything. He looked down to your purse, eyeing it intensely before deciding to make the decision to grab it.

Honestly, it may have been stupid to fight him on the purse. Most people would say it isn’t worth your life. Well, to you, it was. That was all you had and you had to get it to your mother.

“Hey! Give it back!” You grabbed your purse but he still had all his strength on the purse.

“Let go, bitch!”

He smacked you across the face, making you fall down. You hit the concrete hard. It was as through the blood was going to your head because you felt dizzy.

Right when he was about to get away, you started to hear choking. It made you focus your eyes on him and that’s when you saw him. Kid Danger.

Kid Danger was choking the man. You never saw him so angry before. The way he was showed on the news made him seem like the funny but cool sidekick. Nothing like this.

He threw in a couple good punches at the man. While choking him. Your eyes were wide at seeing the sight. Blood was coming out the man’s mouth and nose.

After he finished, he held the man in place. The man was too out of it to fight back. “Careful. Don’t fall.” Then Kid Danger forcefully shoved him to the ground. “Aw. You forgot to be careful.”

Amazed was an understatement.

He stepped over the man’s body. Then grabbed the purse that was sitting on the ground. He walked a little ways over to you. You were waiting for him to help you up but he didn’t help you, he picked you up himself.

You were shocked at how strong he was, considering you knew Kid Danger was about your age. He held you, bridal style, looking you in the eyes. “Are you okay?”

He was a superhero. Of course he would show concern but the way he showed you concern felt like he had known you forever. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You say, still star struck at what just happened.

Kid Danger gently placed you on your feet but didn’t let go of you. His hand went to the right side of your cheek, seeing the bruise that was starting to form.

You saw the look of concern quickly turn back to anger. Again, the way he was acting was as if he knew you personally.

“I’m cool. It’s just a scratch.”

Kid Danger nodded but it looked like he wasn’t convinced. He pulled away from you slightly and handed you your purse. When he did, you instantly felt cold again. You started to hug yourself to find warmth.

“You cold?”

The voice. You didn’t know how it was familiar but it was. “A little.”

Kid Danger walked back over to the man. Then forced his jacket off of him. “Hey man that’s mine…” The man said drowsy but Kid Danger wasn’t hearing it. He immediately kicked the man in the stomach, causing him to yell in pain.

You held in your giggle but couldn’t hide your smile when he did that. He wrapped the jacket around you before helping you put your arms in.

“Um, thank you. I could’ve handled it though.” You jokingly said.

Kid Danger chuckled. He lifted your head up to examine the bruise. “Oh, yeah. I can tell.” He said before pulling away. “I shouldn’t have to be the one to tell you not to lose your life over a purse.”

Again, the way he scolded you made you think as though he knew you to at least some degree. “Yeah, I know. But I really need it.”

“Must be something important in that purse.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re not the type to lose your life over something so small.”

“She is.” The robber perched up to say. Kid Danger doesn’t even bother to look at him. He takes out his laser pointer and zaps him repeatedly, putting him to sleep.

“Right…” You got back on topic. Then what he said caught your attention. “Not the type?” You asked. “You don’t know me.”

You could see the realization hit his eyes and he let out an awkward laugh. “Yeah, totally. Never seen you before in my entire life.” He said then quickly reiterated what he said. “I mean, you just don’t seem like it.”

You nodded, a little skeptical but brushed it off. “Well, it has all the money I made from my job.”

“You work?” Kid Danger asked in surprise.

“Yeah.” He seemed appalled at the idea of working and you placed your hands on your hips. “You know you’re a superhero right?”

Kid Danger put up his arms, flexing his biceps playfully. “I’m gooood though, right?”

His playfulness, the way he was sassy, and the tone all reminded you of one person; Henry Hart.

Henry Hart had been in your class since Kindergarten. The two of you weren’t friends, but really good classmates and the two of you had a good relationship with each other.

But you also had a secret, you had a crush on him.

You always admired him from afar. He was funny and handsome. A guy you thought had it all but every girl in the entire school swooned over him so you never stood a chance.

Kid Danger caught you laughing and smiling which made him smile back at you. “What?”

“You just remind me of someone.”

“Insanely good looking and awesome?”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “Yeah, kinda.” You fixed the strap of your purse before extending your hand for him to shake. “I’m, (Y/N).”

Kid Danger took your hand but didn’t shake it. Instead he brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles, giving you a little wink. “Nice to meet you.”

You had heard Kid Danger being flirtatious but you weren’t expecting him to be flirty with you. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and you pulled your hand away from him. “Oh. Cool. Um. I should be heading home.”

You started to walk away from him but Kid Danger was right on your side, walking with you. “Cool. Lead the way.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You shook your head.

“Um, yeah I do.” He pointed to the bruise on your cheek. “I gotta save you from yourself.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Haha. So funny.” Before he could say something, you ended up tripping on a high crack in the concrete but Kid Danger was fast. He caught you.

“Yeah, definitely gotta save you from yourself.”

You looked at him like, curiously. “How can you do that again?”

Kid Danger helped you back up and the two of you started walking again. “Hyper mobility. I got fast reflexes.”

You nodded at the explanation before sighing. “I couldn’t imagine being a hero and saving lives.”

“It’s cool. Stressful but I like helping people.”

“What made you do it anyway?”

“Well, I was looking for a job and Captain Man asked me helicopters or kangaroos, and I said helicopter.”

You gave him an unconvincing look. “You’re serious?”

The look of unbelievable made him laugh. “I know it sounds crazy but basically yeah. Being a superhero has its advantages too.”

You nodded knowingly. “I bet.”

The way you said it made him look at you. “What’s that mean?”

“Oh come on, I bet you have all the girls in town drooling over you.”

The statement made Kid Danger agree. “A lot of girls do drool over me.” Then he had realized what you said. “You saying you’re not one of them?”

“You’re not my type.” You said all with a smile.

He gave you a look like you had offended him. He placed a hand over his heart. “I’m not your type?!”

It made you laugh. “Believe it or not, Kid Danger but you’re not everyone’s type.”

“Hmm.” The two of you walked while he was in deep thought until he eventually gasped like he was a school girl. Then he jokingly hit your shoulder. “You have a crush on someone.”

Your face started to become red. Kid Danger calling you out on your crush had to be the most embarrassing thing that could happen to you. Even though you were pretty much over it. “Um…”

“You totally do. Who is it?”

“You wouldn’t even know.”

“Which is exactly why you should tell me. Where’s the harm in it?”

He was right. He wouldn’t know who it was and it’s not like he was going to go blab to the guy. You bit your lip, fighting the embarrassment that was running through you. “Just some guy at my school.”

Kid Danger seemed even more excited to know who it was. “Who is…?”

He wasn’t going to give it up. That was obvious so you gave in and told him. “Henry Hart.”

He froze. Stopped dead in his tracks. The sudden movement made you stop to. You couldn’t read any other expression besides shock. It was starting to make your heart sink. “Do you know him?”

After the question, Kid Danger quickly coughed like he was choking and shook his head. “What? No. Henry Hart? Such a dumb name.”

He started to walk again and grabbed your hand to make you start back walking. “What do you like about him?”

“Why? Do you want to date him?” You questioned sarcastically.

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

You shook your head then sighed. “I don’t know. He’s funny and nice. It’s kinda hard to explain. We’ve known each other since Kindergarten. I mean the crush isn’t really a big deal. It’s starting to go away honestly.”

Kid Danger scoffed like he was offended. “Go away? What did I-i mean-what did he do to start making it go away?”

“I mean, you can’t keep liking the same guy you’ve liked since third grade. Especially the guy that doesn’t really see you.”

“He sees you.”

“How would you know?”

As the two of you walked along the street, a flower vendor was there. Kid Danger stopped in his tracks and pulled out a money clip out his pocket. Then handed the guy some money. He placed the clip back before taking a rose from the stand. He handed you the rose. “Look at you. What guy wouldn’t see you.”

‘Kid Danger? Giving me a rose? Is this really happening?’ You tried to hide your smile but couldn’t. He noticed and smiled back.

The two of you went back to walking. “If that’s the case then why hasn’t he came up to me.”

“Well…maybe it’s because he doesn’t think he has a chance.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, right. He has every girl at school wrapped around his finger.”

Kid Danger laughed at your comment, wiping his mouth. “I don’t think he has every girl wrapped.”

“He absolutely does.”

“Regardless…maybe it’s because you’re different. I mean, all those other girls are the same but…you’re you. And maybe he doesn’t want to mess that up.”

You listened intently on his advice trying to buy it. It could be true but you honestly didn’t think so. Henry Hart didn’t have feelings for you and that was okay. You were practically over it. “Yeah. Maybe.”

The two of you finally reached to your house. He walked you up your porch steps. “Thanks for walking me home. You didn’t have to do that.” You said while taking the jacket off and handing it to him.

Remembering it was the robber’s coat, he just threw it over his shoulder, hitting the trash can on the curb loudly. It made you shake your head. “Why do you work? Shouldn’t you be focused on school?”

“I need to help pay the bills. My mom can’t do it alone.” You saw the look of pity in his face and you sighed. “It’s fine. I don’t mind. The only bad thing about it is all the grown ass men hitting on me.”

Kid Danger’s jaw clenched. His knuckles were tight and he looked pissed. “What days you work?”

“Just Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.”

“What time?”

“3 to 12. Why?”

Kid Danger grabbed a red marker out his pocket. Then grabbed your arm. He wrote out what appeared to be a phone number on it. “Call me and I’ll walk you.”

You gave him a look as he wrote. “Um. My arm?”

When he was finished, he placed the marker back in his pocket. “Um. It washes off?” He playfully said while copying the tone of your voice.

You looked at the number and then looked back up at him. “Do you give out your number to every girl you save?”

With that question, Kid Danger just winked at you. “Only the pretty ones.”

‘Why did he have to be so flirty with me?’ You didn’t know how many times your face went red tonight with him but it had to of been the one hundredth. “Well. I better get going.”

You tried to rush in your home but he grabbed your arm to stop you. “Make sure you talk to that guy.”

“I already told you. I’m over him. Just an old crush.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

Kid Danger nodded. He took his hand from your arm. “You want to go on a date then?”

The question caught you so off guard that you almost started to choke on your own spit. “Like a coffee date or like-“

“Like the kind I give you flowers, take you to dinner, you tell me everything about yourself and then I get to kiss you at the end.”

You felt your heart beating out of your chest. You both liked how straightforward he was and hated it. There was no way Kid Danger was asking you out.

You started to laugh out nervousness. “What? Well…I mean how is that gonna work? With the whole anonymous superhero thing?”

“You let me take you out on three dates and I’ll take my mask off.”

What you weren’t understanding is why he was so eager to take you? Why did he like you so much? “I don’t know. I mean, I’m sure you got a whole line of women at your feet so I won’t be a bother. I let you go out with them.”

You turned the doorknob to your house, trying to escape the conversation but Kid Danger would not let you. He shut the door and backed up until your back hit the door. It made you drop the rose out of your hand. “I don’t want them. I want you.”

Kid Danger picked the rose up and handed it to you. “You in or not?”

With his assertiveness, you really didn’t even think you had a choice to back out. “Um…when?”

“Tomorrow. 8. Wear red. You look good in it.”

Before you could say anything, he was already walking about from you. Then you thought of something. You weren’t wearing any red. “How does he know I look good in red?”

[theemissuniverse]

“YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME” HENRY HART X GIRLFRIEND READER

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend Henry has everyone swooning over him and you hate it (Movie Henry)

WARNINGS : none I think?

MASTERLIST

The argument was stupid. At least to Henry. You were jealous, it was obvious. Since high school, Henry had no problem getting women. Well, now it wasn’t high school anymore. You were both in your twenties and this was the real world now.

But even in the real world, Henry had all the women on him.

It annoyed you. The constant flirting women did with him. Even openly with you present. Granted, Henry always shut the flirting down. He never entertained it.

It didn’t make you any less pissed off.

The argument got heated. Henry was mad you would even think about the possibly of him cheating on you. Then you shut down completely and walked out the house.

Henry has not seen you for approximately seventeen hours.

“Hey, you know who it is. Leave a message at the beep. Or don’t. I don’t really care.”

Beep.

“I swear to god, if you don’t answer me, I’m going to lose my mind. Where the fuck are you?” *sighs* “Look, you want to be pissed at me? Fine. You take the bed and I’ll take the couch but ignoring me for seventeen hours and turning your location off is crossing the line and you know it. Come home. Now.”

You rolled your eyes at the voicemail and deleted it. Were you being a little childish? Yes, but you didn’t care. You were mad. Henry got to be the hero in Dystopia. Signing autographs and having all the women swoon over him.

Who were you? Just his girlfriend.

You were outside of the bar, debating if you should get yourself a drink. You knew it was only a moment of time until Henry figured out some way to track you so you were soaking it in as long as you could.

A man was standing outside of the bar. He was a little bit older than you. He reeked of booze and despair. You tried to not make eye contact so he wouldn’t speak to you but it was too late.

“What? Mad at boyfriend?”

You were trying to be polite. The men at Dystopia weren’t exactly the best so you just gave a polite smile. “Something like that.”

“If you were with me baby, you wouldn’t have worry about that.”

Before you could respond, you heard a voice creeping up behind you. A familiar one. “Good thing you don’t have to worry about that.”

Henry was too quick to find you. Quicker than you anticipated which irritated you.

“How did you find me?!”

“Why were you hiding from me in the first place?”

The guy looked between the two before directing his attention back to Henry. “It seems like she don’t wanna be bothered.”

Henry gave the guy a look, eyeing him up and down. He even looked stunned he would make a remark like that. “It seems like I don’t care.”

You sighed a little, knowing Henry’s attitude. “Henry-“

“Don’t do that. Blackout is still out here and you want to take a stroll in town because what? You think I’m with other women?”

The guy still decided to chirp in again. “The lady doesn’t want you. So leave.”

Henry started to rub his temples in irritation. “Dude if you don’t back the fuck up, I’m gonna punch you in the face.” You grabbed Henry’s arm and forced him to walk away from the man. “No, seriously, who is this guy?”

His attention was focused on the guy so you forced Henry to look at you. “I needed space.”

“You needed seventeen hours of space?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“You can’t just do that.”

“Last time I checked, I’m not you. I didn’t sign up some shitty contract with you and now, you dictate how things go in the relationship.”

“Who’s dictating? If the roles were reversed, my head would be on a stick.”

“Your head is going to be on a stick if you don’t leave me alone.”

Before Henry could reply, the guy walked back up to them. “Leave her alone, asshole. She doesn’t want you.

Henry, very clearly irritated and frustrated, gives in to his impulsive urges. He punches him straight in the jaw, knocking the guy out. You just shake your head, knowing your boyfriend and saw it coming when the guy wouldn’t leave the two of you alone.

“I seriously don’t know how you became a superhero.” You told him honestly.

Henry ignores the statement and changes the subject, feeling the bruise starting to form on his knuckles. “We need to have a real conversation about this. Not you dismissing me like you always do.”

You gave him a look. “Like I always do? You’re the one that’s been dismissing me and my feelings!”

Henry sighed. He scratches the back of neck, pulling at the back of head slightly. “I’m not trying to, babe but I don’t understand what more you want me to do. You honestly believe I would cheat on you?”

“I don’t know.”

Henry looked at you like he couldn’t believe what you just said. “You don’t know?”

“Yeah, I don’t.”

Before Henry could say anything, he saw exactly what he was dreading. News reporters and a whole bunch of fans, specifically women. “Ah shit.”

One of the news reporters came rushing to him. “Henry! Is it true you punched this defenseless man?”

“Now is not the time.” Henry told him. He tried to focus his attention back on you but one of his fans that were women grabbed on the material of his jacket.

“Ooh. I like this. Is this real leather?”

You nodded, officially done with whatever conversation you and Henry were having. “Okay. I’m out of here.”

You were already walking away when Henry was calling your name. “Stop worrying about that loser.” The woman said flirty to him.

The random woman calling you, his girlfriend a loser made his blood boil. He shoved him off of her. Almost to the point where she could’ve fallen on her ass. “Get the hell off of me.”

He doesn’t care for the shocked look on her face. He pushes past the news reporter and keeps walking to get to you. “Baby, stop.” He grabs you and forces you to look at him. “Okay, I’m done. You hear me? I quit.”

You looked at him confused. “Quit what?”

“All this. Fighting crime. Being in the spotlight. If that’s what it takes for you to get over this and trust me again then I will stop. I don’t want to be the hero if it means losing you.”

That’s when it all it you like a brick. Henry was willing to give up everything. Again. Just to be with you. Just like he did when he was Kid Danger.

You were being selfish and you couldn’t keep doing this to him. Not anymore.

Tears were rushing down your face. Henry let out a sigh seeing how upset you were. “I’m sorry.” You told him.

If there was one thing Henry hated, it was to see you cry. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He rubbed your back to soothe you.

Henry’s hugs always felt like a big warm grizzly bear was hugging you. “I just feel like I don’t deserve you…” You said through the tears.

“Baby…”

“We met in high school and sometimes I feel like you settled for me.”

“Me? Settle with you?” Henry asked like he couldn’t believe it. He pulled away from the hug and you looked at him. “I love you. More than anything in the world. So what we met in high school? That doesn’t mean I want to ever explore the idea of other women. I want you and only you.” He takes his hand and interlocks it with yours. “I don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t have you.”

“Dead?”

Henry laughed a little. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer. “Yeah, probably.” He gave you a peck on the lips. “You done being mad at me?”

You gave him a suggestive smile. “You going to take me home and show me how much you love me?”

Henry immediately caught on. He scooped you up, bridal style which made you let out a squeal. “Yes, ma’am.”

[theemissuniverse]

“THE HEART AND THE HEAD” HENRY HART X SCIENTIST FEM! READER

SUMMARY : You and Henry are polar opposites but Henry couldn’t care less. (Based on movie Henry so Henry is 24.) Reader is also based on Harper from Wizards of Waverly outfit wise.

WARNINGS : explicit content. Reader is meant to be on the plus size but it really doesn’t matter I don’t think

MASTERLIST

Ever since Henry moved to Dystopia, he had to get used to the weird characters he would come across. That included you, the quirky but insanely intelligent scientist he just happened to met.

It was all by chance. He ended up saving you from a burglary. And ever since then, the two of you were inseparable.

The two of you clicked, despite your differences. There honestly wasn’t anything about the two of that was the same and yet, the two of were stuck together like glue.

He appreciated how different you were. Your weirdness attracted him to you. Not to mention you could match his sarcasm well.

And he liked it.

The only thing you hated about Henry was how heroic he was. He took risks. Being impulsive was a trait you did not appreciate when it came to him.

And it was showing right now.

“Ah, shit.”

“Hold still.”

Right now you were patching Henry up from his recent fight. Henry ended up defeating the guy with the ability to control fire but he ended up with some battle wounds to show it.

You were cleaning out the wound down towards his abdomen. Henry could hear the attitude in your voice. “You’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad.”

“You’re mad at me.”

“I’m mad at the things that you do now hush.”

Henry hissed a little, feeling you clean the wound with chemicals. He saw you were having a hard time cleaning it with his shirt on. “I can take it off.”

You paused, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “No, it’s fine.”

“Here, let me.” Henry pulled the shirt over him anyway, and tossed it to the side.

You always knew Henry had a nice body but seeing it up close and in person did something to you. You bit your lip, mumbling a quick “thanks” before going back to work.

Henry didn’t say anything. He just admired you. He knew he was developing feelings for you. He wasn’t stupid. He could recognize it. How could he not?

You were beautiful, intelligent, brave, caring, funny. All traits he loved in a woman. He was trying to push it away because he respected the relationship he had with you. You two were partners, helping get crime off the streets.

But he didn’t want to push it away though.

You were clearly going through making one of your crazy outfits that you always did. Today, you were wearing a dress made out of crayola markers. Yes, the dress would’ve been bizarre to anyone else but there was something about your uniqueness and you being unapologetically you that made you attractive to Henry.

Henry was looking you up and down, checking you out as if you were half naked and the hottest girl in the room. You could wear the stupidest of clothing to anyone else but to him you’d still be attractive.

As you cleaned the wound, you felt his eyes on you. When you looked up, you saw Henry was looking at you, dead in the eyes.

When you first met Henry, he was a nice guy. A little sassy at times but he was humorous and good and you needed a guy like that at the time. In a place like Dystopia, you had to treasure men like that.

Then Henry started to get a little flirtatious with you. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or just playing around so you’d always ignore his advances.

This time you didn’t think you could ignore it.

You looked away from him and focused on the wound. “I’m almost done cleaning it.”

Henry wouldn’t let you look away. He lifted your chin up and forced you to look at him. “I’m sorry, okay? Stop being mad.”

His voice was a little playful but you felt the sincerity in his voice which made it tug at the strings of your heart a little. “What you did was too much.”

“I know but you know I’m on autopilot when I get into the action.”

You sighed, knowing this about him. “You have a good heart, Henry.” You placed your hand over his heart. “But sometimes we need to use this.” You pointed at his head. “Because if we don’t then this.” You placed your hand back over his heart. “Doesn’t matter.”

Henry gripped your hand when you placed it. “I don’t need that. That’s what I got you for.”

You let out a smile, tilting your head at the former sidekick. When he spoke, it always felt like poetry to you. Or maybe you were a little bias.

You cleared your throat. Then took a bandage. You placed it directly on Henry’s wound. “All done.”

Henry saw you were trying to be quick to pull away at his touch and walk away. He got off from the table and grabbed your arm. Then forced you to turn and look at him.

A gasp came from your lips from his assertiveness. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” You forced yourself to play stupid.

“Pushing me away. You’re driving me insane.”

“I’m not pushing you away, Hen.”

“Bullshit. I feel it.”

You let out a sigh before turning away from him. You rubbed the back of your neck out of frustration. Henry was right behind you, following your lead.

He started to rub the back of your neck with his strong hands. The tension from your neck instantly released. You let out a moan of relief.

His hands were on your love handles and he gave them a gentle rub, making you sigh more out of relaxation. “Stop, pushing me away.”

“Henry…”

The long moan of his name, made him force you to turn around and face him. His left hand stayed on your love handle while his right hand caressed your face. “Why are you doing this?” You asked him.

Henry tilted his head at your behavior, observing your reaction. He saw your eyes about to fill with tears. Then it was too late. A tear dropped down your cheek.

He quickly kissed it away. “Why are you crying?”

“Why are you doing this?” You repeated.

Henry brought your chin up, making sure you were looking at him in the eyes. Usually he did have a smart remark but now wasn’t the time for that right now. Now was the time to be real. “Because I have feelings for you.”

“No you don’t.”

He knew this was coming. You doubting his feelings for you just because you were different than the girls he would usually go after. “You don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t have feelings for. I decide that. Not you, me.”

You bit your lip. You wanted to look away but you knew Henry was just going to make you look at him. “I don’t want to get hurt, Henry.”

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He whispered.

It was your turn to make a move. You cupped his face with both hands, kissing him.

Henry quickly kissed you back. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The kiss felt perfect. Everything he imagined it would be. He didn’t want to let you go, afraid if you pulled back he would never get you like this again.

He pushed you up against one of your desks. He knocked down all the stuff that was on it. You were thankful you didn’t have any important work on the desk.

He picked you up, setting you down on the desk, continuing to kiss you like his life depended on it.

Your hands went to his chest. You had forgotten he was completely shirtless. His abs were defined. The muscles along his arm hugged you like a snug blanket.

Henry moaned in your mouth at the feeling of just simply your hands on his chest. His hand went to the back of your neck. He gave you a big, sloppy, deep, but passionate kiss.

He pulled away and looked at you back in your eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He told you again.

It was then you just had to take in a deep breath and nod in acceptance. “Okay.”

[theemissuniverse]

“BITES AND FANGS” STILES STILINSKI X GOTH! VAMP FEM!READER PART 1

SUMMARY : Stiles has had a crush on you since the second grade. What he doesn’t know is that you’re a vampire

WARNINGS : suggestive content, reader has long hair

A/N : making a series

Nothing could get you out of his head. He’s been in love with you since second grade hoping that you’d one day see him.

His best friend couldn’t understand it. Especially after high school hit. You were always a reserved and sarcastic person but when you went to high school you became mean, spiteful and a dark energy came on you. It hit you like a brick.

Again, nothing could get you out of Stiles’s head. Despite your change, he still was in love with you. He didn’t think he could pull away the connection he felt with you, even though you only spoke a total of five words to him.

“Move. You’re in my seat.”

The rest of your guy’s communication were longing looks he gave you and death glares you gave him.

But every time you glared at him, he fell in love all over again.

Okay. Maybe he did have issues.

He just couldn’t understand how you were friends with Lydia Martin. The two of you were polar opposites.

He watched as you walked down the halls with Lydia. Lydia was one of the only people you would smile with so he appreciated the way you laughed with her.

As Scott went through his locker, he caught Stiles staring at you and he shook his head. “You need to either get over this or go for it. I’ve been dealing with this for too long.”

Stiles looked at Scott, bewildered. “Um, excuse me? You’ve been dealing with this for too long?”

“Um, yeah I have.”

“Okay? Yeah. Well, for your information, I am going to go for it. It’s all a part of my plan.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Scott closed his locker before giving Stiles a serious look. “So what’s the first step?” Seeing the look Stiles gave him made him sigh. “You don’t have one do you?”

Stiles stomped in frustration. “Well, you try to ask out the hottest girl in the world and see where it gets you.”

Scott looked back in your direction again to examine you. You weren’t ugly but with your goth persona and dark personality, he couldn’t understand how his best friend thought you were the “hottest girl in the world.”

“You’re the one that decided to crush on a girl that could probably maim you with her nails.”

“I’d probably enjoy that.” When Stiles said it, Scott rolled his eyes playfully.

He was right. This had been going on for far too long. This had to be put to an end. It had to stop. Not only for Scott hearing about it every day but for his own sanity. “You’re right. I am a man. And this has been going on for way too long.”

“Right.” Scott nodded too fast in agreement.

“I’m just gonna go up.” Stiles looks back to see you’re alone by your locker, applying your black lipstick with the mirror attached to your locker. “And go for it.”

Scott placed his hands encouragingly on his shoulders. “You’re the man.”

“I’m the man.”

Adrenaline ran through his veins. It wasn’t even about the rejection. He knew there was a 99.9% chance you would reject him given your nature. He was just nervous to talk to you.

He had to suck it up. After this, he can go back to what was the usual routine and Scott couldn’t complain otherwise.

The steps felt heavy. Like he was carrying a huge weight. It shouldn’t be this hard.

When he got close to you, the smell instantly hit him. You smelled weird. Like rose petals and sour candy. Not that it was a particularly bad smell. He liked it but you just had an unusual scent. A combination he’s never smelled before.

You didn’t look at him, continuing to do your lips. “Why are you in my face, Stilinski?”

Stiles froze. Time had stopped for him. You knew him? You knew his last name?

And you only ever spoke five words to him?

“You know my name?” Stiles couldn’t help but ask out loud.

“You’ve been in my class since second grade, you’re the worst player on the Lacrosse team, and you sent me a candy Valentine last year.”

You tried to sound disinterested. He could tell but you paid attention to him. You noticed him. That’s more than anyone could do for him.

Then he thought about the last thing you said. “Wait. That was anonymous. How did you know it was me?”

“You’re the only one that would do it.”

Stiles highly doubt it. In his own world, you were up there with Lydia, having all the men dote on you. He didn’t understand how you couldn’t think no one else would think the same of you.

You placed the lipstick in your makeup bin in your locker. Then started to brush your hair. “Did you want something?”

Stiles realized something. You didn’t threaten him. Unlike all the other men that came to talk to you, he was still breathing. He was alive.

He didn’t think he’d get this far. “Uhhh…”

“Ten seconds.”

Realizing how much time he had, he just blurted it out. “Do you want to go out tonight?!”

The question made you slam your locked. This was it. This is when you were going to threaten him. Or even end him.

“When?”

You were going out with him? Really? No. It couldn’t be this easy. Again, he didn’t think he’d get this far. “Uhh…five?”

“What are we doing?”

“Umm bowling?”

You gave him a look. “You want to take me out to bowling?”

“We can do something else.”

“Bowling’s fine. Are you gonna pick me up in your beat up truck?”

“I can.” That’s when he thought of something. “How do you know I have a truck?”

You didn’t respond. You grabbed his phone in his pocket. You faced his phone so the Face ID could unlock his phone. When it did, you proceeded to add your contact to his phone. “If you’re even a minute late, I’m not going out.” You texted yourself so you had his number.

Stiles was shocked at what you were doing. Not at your assertiveness but at the fact you were indulging him.

There was no way in any universe you were actually giving him a chance.

“Got it. I can be punctual.” When you gave him his phone, he felt something.

Coldness. Not like the actual temperature but something about your aura. Almost like you were dead.

There was no other words to describe it.

“I don’t like flowers. So don’t give me them.” You told him.

“I know.” He saw the look you gave him and he coughed out of awkwardness. “I mean, yeah, got it. You grabbed your Hershey kisses out your locker and left him where he stood. He noticed the bag was nearly empty. “I’ll see you!” You didn’t respond though.

Stiles would’ve did a victory dance in the hallway if Scott didn’t walk up to him. “I can’t believe that went well.”

Stiles looked at him offended. “I thought I was the man?”

“Yeah…no…”

Scott walked away and Stiles continued to be offended. “I am the man!”

There was one thing Stiles couldn’t shake. Why did you feel like death walking on Earth?

You couldn’t understand why you couldn’t get him out of your head? Not only was he the biggest dork on the planet but he was a human who had nothing to offer you other than blood.

You’ve known Stiles since second grade but never paid attention to him. There was no need to. Until you turned into a vampire.

After you turned into one, you stopped really caring about anything. Except him.

Being a vampire, your power was reading people’s minds. Everyone’s thoughts were yours.

Except his.

He was the only one you couldn’t read. It didn’t make any sense. None at all.

The only thing you could go off of was reading his werewolf best friend’s thoughts and Scott was thinking how annoying it was Stiles had a crush on you since second grade.

It intrigued you. How could you not read his thoughts?

You tried to control yourself around him but the closer you got to him, the more you started to want to sink your fangs into him.

The reason you became a vampire in the first place was because a vampire visited you in town, gave you some of his blood, and snapped your neck killing you.

It took you months to get your bloodlust under control and even when you did, you felt the urge to want to turn Stiles.

Why the hell would you want to do that?

You tried to stay away from him to keep you from wanting to fulfill your urge but you couldn’t. Not anymore.

Honestly you didn’t understand how he had a crush on you. You were distant, mean, and sarcastic. You wore dark clothes with dark make up. It was a clear indicator to stay away from you.

He didn’t want to stay away.

Now here Stiles was, waiting in his car at your house fifteen minutes early. He didn’t even want to chance being a minute late.

He was nervous. It was evident. Stiles couldn’t ruin this one shot of being with you.

But he’s never been on a date before. He doesn’t know what to do beside all the cheesy things he’s seen in movies.

You? Liking cheesy? Absolutely not.

Stiles jumped when he heard the passenger window being tapped. When he turned, he saw you.

Then his heart started to do summer salts. Your corset fit you perfectly, showing off your curves. He thought it suited you well.

What took him by surprised were your glossy red lips instead of the matte black you usually wore.

He loved it.

Stiles got out the car immediately. Then went over to your side. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ready?”

You gave him a look. “Does it matter?”

“Well, I was going to be a gentleman and come to the door.” When he said that, he opened the car door for you. He watched as you looked at him up and down like you were observing his every move.

Those eyes reminded of a cat. A predator trying to capture her prey.

And he liked being prey.

You didn’t respond to him and got into the passenger seat. “Yeah. Great.” He said to himself as he closed the door before going back to the driver’s side.

The drive there he wouldn’t say was awkward. He couldn’t even process awkwardness with all the thoughts running through his head.

You were actually giving him a shot. You of all people. Someone be considered himself a living goddess.

But he started to notice a couple things. The coldness he felt when he touched you. It was strange to him.

Then he saw you wipe your mouth. There was a red substance that wasn’t part of your lip gloss at the corner of your mouth.

It almost reminded him of blood.

With his best friend turning into a werewolf, he was used to the supernatural. At least to some extent. He knew there was something strange about you. Maybe you were something like the supernatural.

He didn’t care. He wanted you. He was set on it.

When you arrived, he made sure to open the door for you the same as last time. He held his hand out for you to take and you stood there, staring blankly at him.

“Too fast?” He asked while putting his hand down.

You started to stare at him and Stiles was wondering why you were staring so hard. Little did he know, you were again trying to read his mind. Nothing. There wasn’t anything there.

You didn’t say anything. You grabbed his hand and led him into the building.

You were holding hands with him? This had to be a fever dream.

Stiles should’ve anticipated how heavy the bowling balls would be. You giggled as he struggled a little to even throw it down the alley with him missing all the pins.

He cleared his throat before looking back at you. “Careful. It’s like…really heavy. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You scoffed at the statement. Then grabbed one with ease and even threw it with ease too. You got a strike.

His eyes widen and all he did was nod. “Yeah. Should’ve expected that.”

Throughout the entire evening, you got strikes while Stiles did poorly. You won easily.

The two of you were sitting down, eating your food.

You were smiling with him. Even chuckling at all his corny jokes. It made you even more irritated. Why were you so drawn to Stiles? How was it even possible to be drawn to someone so much? To someone you barely had conversation with?

Stiles ranted on about him being on the Lacrosse team. You weren’t paying attention. All you were paying attention to was the sound of his heartbeat.

And how hungry you were.

He smelled so good. Something you wanted to devour. But as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t. Not to Stiles. The boy who you’ve known since second grade.

You had to try and control yourself.

Stiles noticed you gnawing on your lip and your leg shaking vigorously. He stopped talking and gently held your hand. “Hey? You okay?”

He felt warm compared to your coldness. Something you wanted to wrap in like a blanket. You never realized how cold you were until Stiles touched you.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

You hurriedly got out of your seat and marched straight to the bathroom where a couple of girls were already coming out of it.

You checked every stall to make sure no one was there. Once the coast was clear, you went up to the sink. When you looked in the mirror, your eyes were beaming red. A color that was darkening by the minute. Veins came underneath your eyes. Fangs coming in looking meaner,

Turning on the sink and splashing water on your face, you saw no change. You were the same thing you always were.

A monster.

You hear the bathroom door open and don’t even bother to see who it is. “Occupied.” You say in a voice that’s on the brink of tears.

Stiles sees the bathroom is empty and turns his hand to lock it. When you hear the lock, you looked back to see it’s him before quickly looking away before he could see your face. “What are you doing?”

He’s never seen you like this. You were always confident and self assured. He never saw you crack but right now you were breaking in front of him.

It didn’t sit right with him.

“What’s wrong? You gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

You couldn’t. Stiles admired you. You didn’t need to read his mind. It was obvious. What would happen if you were a vampire? Would the admiration go away?

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Stiles wasn’t letting you slide. He walked up behind you. Then forced you to turn around and face him. “Stop pushing me away. I just want to help.”

You immediately try to cover your eyes but it was too late. He saw you. “Don’t look at me! I’m hideous.”

He’s taken back. He should be scared. Terrified but he’s not. Maybe it’s because he already had knowledge of the supernatural. Maybe it’s because he liked you so much. Either way, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

You wouldn’t look in his eyes, instead just looking down to your combat boots.

Stiles cupped your face as he stared deeply into your red eyes. His thumb gently caressed your face and when he did, the veins under your eyes grew bolder.

He had no idea what you were but you were amazing either way.

“Interesting…” Stiles knew there was something different about you. And he was right as always.

You noticed he didn’t back away from you. He actually held your chin up and made you look in his eyes. That’s when he saw you for the first time ever crying.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because.” You sniffed wiping tears. “I’m hideous. I’m a monster.”

Stiles looked at you like you were insane. You? Hideous? Hell was walking on Earth. “Are you crazy? You’re beautiful.”

His hand went to your jaw and that’s when he saw your teeth. Not only did your eyes not appear to be a werewolf but the fangs didn’t either so what were you?

“Come on. Let’s go talk.”

That’s when you told him everything in your living room. That you were a vampire and how you became one. He listened intently, making sure he understood you completely.

There was only one thing he was confused about. “So why did you agree to go out with me?”

The question made you bite your lip, afraid to answer. “I can read any mind. Anyone’s mind that is near me is like an open book to me. All but yours. I don’t understand it. How can I read everyone but you?” You started to mess with bracelets on your wrists. “Ever since I became a vampire, there’s been a certain aura around you. I just can’t break it. And I don’t know why. I just want to sink my teeth in you. And taste you.”

Stiles’s breath got caught in his throat. He should’ve been freaked out. But he wasn’t. Just intrigued and turned on.

When you finished your sentence, he noticed the veins come from under your eyes and you turned around from him.

Stiles scooted closer to you on the couch and forced you to look at him. “Stop looking away like I don’t think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

You scoffed. “I’m a vampire, Stiles.”

“And my best friend is a werewolf. Do you really think anything is going to bother me?”

“You don’t understand how hard it is to control myself when I’m around you.”

Stiles tilted his head at you. He cupped your face, making sure you were looking at him. “Just drink from me.”

You gave him a look. “You want me to drink from you? Are you insane?”

“I am, yeah. But I trust you, and you look hungry. Do it.”

You looked at him to make sure he was serious. He was. The connection you felt with him only sparked more.

You leaned over and kissed him which took him aback. He kissed you back, holding the back of your neck and bringing you closer.

His lips tasted sweet. Sweeter than you could ever imagine. You got on his lap and pushed him back into the couch while kissing him.

Stiles groaned in pleasure when you began to grind on him in a very needy way. Like you were dying to have sex with him.

Your right hand was on his chest where you could feel his heartbeat. You wanted to listen to it forever.

He was trying to be a gentleman so he didn’t really know where to place his hands. He just kept them at your waist, making sure to not hold you tightly.

The kiss was hypnotizing. Like you couldn’t pull away. You forgot that Stiles was human and needed oxygen because he ended up pulling away.

You sat on his lap, giggling as he caught his breath. When he eventually did, he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. “Does this mean I have a vampire girlfriend?”

“You want a vampire girlfriend?”

“Hell yeah.”

You shook your head smiling before leaning down to kiss him again.

[theemissuniverse]

“WIND AND FIRE” BELLAMY BLAKE X SASSY SUNSHINE FEMALE READER! PART 1

SUMMARY : In order to get the wristband from you, Bellamy is forced (not really) to take you out on a date.

A/N : it has been a minute Ik and Ik this isn’t video game stuff buttttttt this was what I was in the mood for

WARNINGS : reader has an abusive bf (bellamy handles it)

Being part of the 100 that was sent to the ground at first made you believe it was the worst mistake of your life. The reason you were even on the damn ship to begin with was because you stole medical supplies in order to help your father. Your father ended up dying anyways and because of this, you were sent to the ground.

You were the youngest doctor there and practically the smartest. So the council was sad to hear about your “departure.” You were also already eighteen and should’ve been sentenced to death but they tried to push it back because of how great of a doctor you actually were. Being a good doctor mattered more than your crime to the council.

You tried to look at the positive side all the time but now you were on the ground with god knows what and surrounded by idiots that worshipped Bellamy Blake.

Before being on the ground, you had an interaction with Bellamy. It was the night of your eighteenth birthday and at the time, Bellamy was a guard at your birthday party.

PAST

To be honest, everyone loved you. You were the best doctor with also having the kindest aura a person could have. So of course, the council helped celebrate you.

Unfortunately it wasn’t the best birthday for you. You were constantly getting into arguments with your boyfriend Luke at the time and it was making you feel down.

Luke was a pretty boy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t deadly. His threats became more and he actually started hitting you as a result.

You just wanted to be loved. Your dad was dying from something you couldn’t solve and Raven, your best friend, was always around her boyfriend Finn who you couldn’t stand so you felt like you had no choice. You had to give in.

“What is all this? I don’t want to be here.” Luke complained.

“I didn’t expect them to do all this. I’m sorry. How about we just grab some cake and then leave?” You tried with him.

Luke wasn’t trying to hear that. He grabbed your arm roughly and brought you into his chest. You let out a sharp gasp at the pain. “I don’t care if this is your birthday. We’re not just going to do what you want to do.”

You tried to pull away from him but you weren’t strong enough. “Luke, stop. You’re hurting me.”

“Everyone is always celebrating you and your accomplishments. I’m sick of it.”

What you didn’t know was Bellamy was watching the whole thing from afar. Growing up with a mother and raising his little sister, he couldn’t imagine a man doing what he was doing right now.

He couldn’t mind his business on something like that.

Still, he was cautious. He walked over to the two of you, steadily. “Everything alright?”

The question immediately brought Luke out of it. Especially at the amount of authority in Bellamy’s voice. He looked over and was already intimidated. Not only was Bellamy taller than him but he was bigger than him and he had a gun at his waist.

Still, Luke tried to play strong. “Stay out of it. This is my girlfriend. Not yours.”

You were worried knowing your boyfriend’s temper. Bellamy didn’t show much of a reaction. He looked between you and him before responding. “Me personally, I wouldn’t treat my girlfriend like that.”

It insulted him. Luke started to walk towards him while you grabbed onto his arm, begging him to stop. “You want to go? I’m not scared of you.”

Bellamy, again, showed no reaction. He looked at you. You were pleading for him to not cause a scene. He couldn’t understand how you could care about him so much. Especially after what he just witnessed. He looked back at Luke, more so a warning. “Get the hell out of my face. Trust me, I’m not in the mood today.”

Again, his voice was strong. Luke’s wasn’t. Luke just pulled himself out of your arms and walked away. You sighed, not even bothering to follow him.

You mumbled a quick, “I’m sorry” and felt at the wrist he was hurting.

Bellamy didn’t acknowledge the sorry as you had nothing to be sorry for. He gently grabbed your wrist and looked at it to see the damage. Either you were fragile or Luke was strong because there was already a bruise starting to form.

You felt Bellamy’s fingertips rub gently at your skin as a way to massage the hurt area. You didn’t know what to think. No man besides your father had showed you this much kindness before.

“You need to break up with him.” Bellamy told you bluntly.

You sort of knew Bellamy growing up but never had a one on one interaction. You also knew he was the type to say what was on his mind which was the reason why you were scared for your boyfriend. Bellamy always meant what he said and didn’t ever play about it.

The truth was you’ve been wanting to break up with Luke but you were scared, terrified how he would react. “It’s not that simple.”

“You don’t have to worry about him.”

The way Bellamy said it, it felt real. Like he would take care of it but you didn’t want to drag him into your world.

You took your wrist away from him and shook your head. “You have enough on your plate. You shouldn’t get involved.”

When you mentioned that, he was curious on what you meant. You were the only doctor that knew his mother had a second child. He figured it out. “You know about O?”

You nodded. “Your mom needed help and my dad and I are the only ones that’s willing to help someone and take a risk like that. Tell her I said hi.”

You went to walk away but Bellamy grabbed your wrist, the one that wasn’t damaged and made you stop in your tracks. “Why did it take you this long to say it?”

Again, you had known Bellamy for years but the two of you were never close. Just a mutual understanding of one’s existence. “Because I don’t need any credit for what I did.” You told him truthfully. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to go eat cake.”

Bellamy stared at you like it was his first time ever seeing you. He knew about how good of a heart you had but he never knew it extended to this.

He slowly let your arm go and you walked away. He made it his mission now to help you in any way he could.

PRESENT

You weren’t really surprised at how Bellamy was acting as he had always been a little bit of an asshole but you were wondering why he was so keen on trying to take all the wristbands.

You were in your tent, writing down your bucket list. It was all the things you wanted to do since you landed on the ground. A lot of them were small, stupid things but the other ones meant something to you.

You heard the tent open and you knew it was only one person that would disrespect your privacy like that without a care. “Nice to see you too, Bellamy.” You said without even looking at him.

Bellamy ignored you. “You fixed Jasper.” He stated bluntly.

“I’m aware of what I’ve done.”

Ever since that night, you and Bellamy have always had a back and forth dialogue and he was the only one you would do it with.

“That means we need you. Unfortunately.” You rolled your eyes at the last part but let him continue speaking. “But you’re one of the only people that haven’t taken the stupid wristband off.”

You chuckled. You should’ve known Bellamy was going to press you about it eventually. “What are you going to do? Jump me like you did to Wells?”

He didn’t like that statement. The two of you were far from best friends but he would never hurt you like that. He saw you were writing on your bed and he snatched the paper from you. “Hey!”

Bellamy started to read your list out loud. “Number 1, learn how to swim. Number 2, do something dangerous. Number 3, get a boyfriend?” He couldn’t help but laugh at the last one and you snatched your list from him.

“Or girlfriend. I’m still deciding.”

“Yeah, the grounders seem real romantic.” Bellamy said sarcastically.

You shrugged and went back to writing. “You never know. You read the story of Beauty and the Beast. And no. I’m not taking the wristband off.”

“Why?” Bellamy questioned. “It’s not like you have people up there waiting to see if you’re still alive.”

Even though your father was dead, you still had Raven so the statement wasn’t true. “Tell me why you want us all to take it off and I’ll think about it. And don’t go on about how we can do whatever the hell we want because I know you got fired as a guard and I know you’re not supposed to have a gun so you obviously did something that you weren’t supposed to in order to get on the ship which I presume you got on because of your sister.” When you saw his expression, you smirked. “Did I hit it right on the nose?”

Bellamy wasn’t going to tell you. He trusted you to keep a secret, yes but he didn’t want you to judge him. You were the only person left that didn’t see him the way everyone else saw him and he wanted to keep it that way. “Not happening.”

You shook your head at him but weren’t really surprised he didn’t tell you. “Fine. Then I want number 77.” You said, handing him the list.

Bellamy took your list and looked at it for a moment. Then his eyes widened. “Go on a romantic date?”

“I need to prep how to be on a real date eventually and unfortunately you are the only candidate that I won’t end up vomiting with.”

Bellamy stared at the piece of paper before looking back up at you. “What? Luke never took you out on a date?”

You snatched the paper at the mention of Luke before turning around to place it on your desk. “You know he didn’t.”

It wasn’t the worst thing. Bellamy did already like you as a person as sassy as you were. He figured it wouldn’t be that bad being around you for one night. “Fine.”

You were surprised how fast he agreed. “Really?”

“Be ready when it gets dark.” Is all he says before walking out. You shook your head and looked back at your list.

You were really going on a date with Bellamy Blake.

It was night time but before you went to go on your date, you decided to check on Jasper. At first people didn’t like the fact you saved Jasper but after he started to heal and not scream in pain, they seemed okay with it.

Jasper was lying down in the drop ship sleeping. You bent down to his level and touched his forehead to make sure it wasn’t hot. It was still at its cool temperature.

He started to stir out of his sleep and when he did, he look up at you smiling. “Hey, doc.”

You smiled back down to him. Jasper was always funny to you and brought an energy that made you feel safe. “Feel any better?”

“Much better. Just tired.”

“That’s expected. Try to get as much sleep as you can.”

“Don’t got to tell me twice.” Jasper looked behind you to see Bellamy standing there. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

You turned around to see Bellamy and he actually looked good, despite being on the ground. He wore a black leather jacket with a dark blue shirt that hugged on the muscles on his chest. His jeans were black and his hair was more curly than usual. Like he had actually tried to do something to it.

Did he actually try for you?

“I need to talk to you.” Bellamy said to him. He walked in further then saw what you were wearing. A short sleeve blue top with black leggings and black sneakers that surprisingly weren’t all dirty from being on the ground. He stared at you for a moment. You almost thought he was checking you out until he spoke. “It’s cold.”

You shrugged your shoulders at his statement. “I don’t have a jacket.”

Without another word, Bellamy took his jacket off and placed it on top of your shoulders for you to wear. You grabbed it so it wouldn’t fall. “Get out. I need to talk to Jasper. Wait by the gate for me.”

Bellamy always did have a problem with the way he said things and it made you roll your eyes. “Don’t bother my patient, Blake.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”

The nickname always did irritate you mainly because you never thought of yourself as acting like a princess.

Nevertheless, you stepped off the drop ship and proceeded to wait for him by the gate.

It took about five minutes for Bellamy to come to you. You were confused. What would make Bellamy decide to suddenly have a conversation with Jasper? “What did you two talk about?”

“The story of the brave princess who couldn’t mind her business.” Bellamy stated while hurriedly putting something in his pocket.

Your eyes darted to the pocket and you wanted to question him further but realized you weren’t going to get anywhere with it.

Wells walked up to the two of you. A little bit judgmental. “Hey. Where you two going?”

“On a date.” Bellamy said bluntly which made you hit him in his chest. You didn’t want people to know you were going out with him but he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh?”

“Tell your girlfriend to hold down the fort while I’m gone.” Bellamy said, speaking of Clarke before opening the gate. He took your hand and made you follow him outside.

The two of you had been walking in silence for at least three minutes. You noticed that Bellamy was still holding your hand. “You’re still holding my hand.”

Bellamy didn’t seem to care. “That’s what people do when they go on a date.”

“Oh.” Silence came about again and Bellamy still took your hand in the direction, walking. “Where are we going?”

“A place.”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

Bellamy chuckled. He stopped in his tracks. He lets go of your hand and goes to the thing in the ground. He opens the door and there it’s a place for you two to go in. Your eyes widen at this discovery.

“After you.”

You curiously took steps towards the place. Then looked down inside cautiously.

Bellamy looked slightly annoyed. “You look like you don’t trust me?”

“The guy that wants to take my wristband so bad? Yeah. A little sketchy.”

“Just get in.”

You placed yourself on the ladder and climbed down to the entrance. There you saw a whole set up. There was a couch with torches as lighting. There were snacks on the table and the atmosphere just felt right for a strange place.

Bellamy followed after you, shutting the door behind him. Once he was in, he looked at you to see your reaction but your face was unrecognizable. “What?”

“All this for a wristband?”

“Yup.” He said but something about the way he said it made you think otherwise.

He sat down on the couch and you followed him. You never been this close to Bellamy before and the way he smelled was both manly and enticing.

Bellamy grabbed a bag of chips and started to open them when he noticed your facial expression. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You didn’t want to tell him you actually thought him trying was romantic so instead you change subjects. “Are you really not gonna tell me why you want the wristbands so much?”

His face falters and he ends up rolling his eyes with chips in his mouth. “Are you still on that?”

You grabbed the chips out of the bag and ate them yourself. “What did you do that’s making you do all of this? What’s so bad? I mean I know we’re not best friends but I’d thought that after you found out I knew about Octavia that you would trust me just a little bit.”

“I do trust you.” He said a little too fast.

You looked confused. “Then what is it?” Silence emptied the room and it was then you realized why he wouldn’t tell you. “You don’t want me to think of you differently do you?” Still silence and it only confirmed what was an inside presumption to an outside fact.

You continued to eat the chips. You didn’t want to press further and ruin the night.

“So why did you want me to take you out?” Bellamy asked.

“I already told you.”

“No, you told me some bullshit you’d thought I’d believe. Come on. There’s plenty of charming guys in there. There’s Murphy-“

“Immediately stop right there before I kill myself.” You said and it made him laugh. The truth was that you just respected Bellamy, despite him being an ass sometimes and you trusted him more than anyone to take you out. “Why did you agree? It can’t just be because of a wristband.”

“Any guy would.” Bellamy said truthfully before taking the chips out of your hand and eating some.

With that, you raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“You know how many men you disappointed on The Ark when they found out you were dating Luke?”

There was no way men actually wanted to be with you other than Luke. You couldn’t believe it. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not. Unfortunately.”

You held back your eye roll at the end and grabbed the chip that was in his hand. “Why didn’t guys come up to me then?”

Bellamy grabbed his chip back and ate it before continuing. “You’re the youngest doctor on The Ark with an IQ surpassing all the adults. They were intimidated. Most men don’t like dating women that are better than them.”

It made you feel better about yourself but also in a way upset. You put up with Luke for a long time just for other men to be attracted to you? “What about you? You seem to be one of those men.” You said cocky.

Bellamy chuckled, smiling. “You’re pretty. That’s all you got.” He grabbed the water bottle on the table and drunk some it before responding. “I could never date you. You’d make me pull my hair out.”

You nodded at his over dramatics. “You do have pretty hair.”

Bellamy kept his smile on his face. “Remind me why you settled for Luke again?”

You sighed at the mention of his name. “Can we not?”

“At least tell me he stayed away from you.”

“Actually. Yeah. It was weird. Right after my party he had came to me and hurriedly dumped me. Didn’t say why but did. It was like he was scared. I don’t know. It was probably his mom that made him.”

Bellamy nodded at what you said feeling content. “Good.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out the item you were eyeing at earlier.

He set it on the table and pressed a button. It was an MP3 player. A song started to play.

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

Bellamy stood up and held out his hand. You looked at the table and put together that it was Jaspers and that’s why he wanted to talk to him.

You then looked at his hand that was held out. “What are you doing?”

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my heaven

“Asking you to dance.” You still didn’t move but Bellamy wasn’t backing down. “You know most women would jump at the opportunity.”

You ignored his cockiness because well, you started to get nervous. “I don’t know how to dance.”

I don't wanna waste the weekend

If you don't love me pretend

A few more hours then it's time to go

Bellamy took your hand and forced you to stand on your feet. He brought you to the center of the room so the two of you would have more room. “It’s not hard.”

You scoffed. “Easy for you to say. You took every girl on The Ark to some dance.” You said bitterly.

Bellamy laughed at this. He started to sway at the music and you tried to follow his lead the best you could. “Someone’s bitter. Did you want me to take you out?”

“Shut up, Blake.”

As my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm

It's too late to cry

Too broken to move on

Bellamy spun you around and held you close to his chest, your back facing him. His left hand was on your waist while his right arm hugged you.

Despite the temperature outside, Bellamy felt warm and safe. His lips go to your ear and he whispered, “Is that why you didn’t want to dance with me? Am I making you nervous?”

And still I can't let you be

“I’m not nervous.” You tried to state bold but the truth was, you were.

Most nights I hardly sleep

“I can feel your heart racing right now. Don’t tell me you really wanted me to take you because you like me.”

Don't take what you don't need from me

He spun you back around to where you were facing him. “Bellamy, may I remind you we are out here alone with no witnesses? Don’t piss me off.”

Bellamy snickered at what you said but didn’t miss a beat dancing with you. You were usually used to his annoyingly way to try and charm you but tonight it was really getting to you.

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

Bellamy felt you about to fall and he immediately caught you. The two of you laughed a little and to prevent you from falling, he brought you closer in his arms. You two were practically chest to chest.

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my heaven

Usually Bellamy wouldn’t get so bothered. He was used to it. The back and forth between the two of you. Him even slightly teasing you from time to time but tonight was different.

He was trying to convince himself that the reason he agreed to this was all for the wristband but the truth was, Bellamy was just like those men on The Ark. He found you beautiful, intriguing and a breath of fresh air but the reason he never approached you wasn’t because of intimidation. It was because he didn’t think he deserved someone as great as you.

Misplaced trust and old friends

Never counting regrets

By the grace of God I do not rest at all

The room was silent and he was glad it was. He could appreciate all your features and look in your eyes with love without judgment.

There hadn’t been more of a time he wanted to kiss you so bad. He wanted to grab you by the hips and lay the sloppiest, most passionate kiss on your lips. He wanted to lay you on the couch and make you feel good. Better than what Luke ever made you feel.

But he couldn’t. He had to remind himself that he was a horrible person. That he couldn’t get past the thing that he did and you would never forgive him for it once you found out. How he got on the ground in the first place.

New England as the leaves change

The last excuse that I'll claim

I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl

The way Bellamy looked at you looked like he loved you from the very beginning and you couldn’t handle it. You looked away from him and pulled a little bit away from him so you weren’t so close.

And still I can't let you be

Bellamy gently took your chin and forced you to look back him, not stopping to dance with you. “Don’t do that.”

It practically made your heart stop with how much authority he had in his voice. “I’m starting to get why you’ve had so many girlfriends.” You bluntly said.

Most nights I hardly sleep

He laughed at the statement and pulled you back close to his embrace. “I didn’t have that many girlfriends.”

“Right. Just that every girl on The Ark wanted you.”

Don't take what you don't need from me

“I’d rather not talk about other women.” He said sincerely.

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

You couldn’t wrap your head around any of this. Suddenly Bellamy Blake was the biggest romantic with you? It just didn’t seem real.

He was handsome and he did have a charming personality. Despite him sometimes being an ass, you knew he was raised as a gentleman and that part of him enticed you.

You just didn’t know if a girl like you and a guy like Bellamy Blake would work.

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore

No, no

Heaven doesn't seem far away

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore

No, no

Heaven doesn't seem far away

Oh, oh

A drop in the ocean

A change in the weather

I was praying that you and me might end up together

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert

But I'm holding you closer than most cause you are my heaven

Bellamy dipped you at the ending, still looking in your eyes. Time had felt like it had stopped. You’d thought that after the dance the feeling would go away but it didn’t.

He still looked at you like he had loved you forever and it terrified you.

He slowly brought you up to your feet, still holding you. Your foreheads were pressed against each other and the two of you just stood there, being in one’s embrace.

You realized the feeling and came up with the conclusion that you shouldn’t feel this way. He was Bellamy Blake. Not that you thought he was a bad person but he was the one person in the world that stuck beside you no questions asked and you couldn’t ruin it over the feelings you were feeling.

“It’s getting really dark. We should get going.” You said pulling away from him.

Bellamy fought the urge to pull you back and kiss you. He wanted to be selfish with you. Just this once.

But he fought against it.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

You’d thought the walk back would be awkward but it wasn’t. It was like after tonight the two of you understood each other more.

Bellamy forced (not really forced) holding your hand as he guided you back to the camp. The air felt more at peace believe it or not.

Murphy saw the two of you and opened the gates for you. “Welcome back, love birds.” Bellamy gave Murphy a warning glare and it was enough for him to put his hands up in defense.

“Where’s my sister?” Bellamy asked, still not breaking from holding your hand.

“In the drop ship with Jasper.”

He nodded and walked in the camp. He walked you all the way to your tent where you went inside and pulled away from him. “Did you have fun?”

The question made you smile. “I did. Surprisingly.”

“Don’t be so so surprised. You know I’m fun.”

“Sure.” You teased. You took the jacket off of you. Then tried to hand it to him. “Here.”

Bellamy shook his head. “Keep it. You can wear it for the next guy you drag on a date.” You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “Be honest. Why did you want me to take you out on a date.”

After tonight, you felt you owed him some honesty. “Because I wanted my first ever date to live up to my expectations unlike my first ever boyfriend. I knew you would live up to those expectations.”

You saw the surprise look on Bellamy’s face but he quickly nodded to mask it. “Okay. Goodnight.”

He turned to walk away. You looked at the wristband and then back at him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Bellamy turned back to you. Then took some steps to you smirking. “What? You want to end it with a kiss?”

You ignored the statement and just showed your wrist off. “The wristband?”

Bellamy looked at your wristband and it clicked. He completely forgot about it. The whole reason he did this in the first place.

He took out his knife and gently grabbed your hand. He then tried his best not to hurt you getting the wristband off.

Once he finally unlatched it, he placed the knife and wristband back in his pocket.

The two of you looked back at each other in the eyes. He really forgot about the wristband? That alone made you want to kiss him.

“Goodnight, princess.” He said to you before walking out your tent.

PAST

If it was one thing Bellamy couldn’t stand for it was abuse towards women. It was obvious Luke was doing something to you.

And he didn’t think he could keep it together.

Scratch that, he wouldn’t keep it together.

Bellamy was known for sticking his nose in business that wasn’t his when it came to unfairness and loyalty and well, you had showed him both that.

You protected his family so he had to protect you in some way.

With Bellamy being a guard, it was easy for him to find out where exactly Luke stayed and when he did, he waited for Luke to come.

Bellamy sat on his bed, reading one of the books he read to Octavia when she was younger when he finally heard the bedroom door open.

“Holy shit dude!” That’s when Luke paused. “Bellamy? What the hell are you doing here?”

Bellamy closed the book and got up from the bed. “I’m gonna need you to break up with (Y/N).”

Luke scoffed at this. “Why? Why do you care? Listen I get it, you want to fuck her. I mean she looks good. But I’m first okay. Whatever you want to do with her is up to you after that point.”

Bellamy took in a deep breath, not wishing it would have to come down to this. “So you’re really gonna make me do this?”

“Do what?”

Bellamy instantly punched Luke in his jaw. Luke fell to the ground. His mouth was gushing. He didn’t even let Luke process it. He went back a second time and got him in the nose.

Luke’s head flung back and hit the floor. Bellamy punched him again and again. Until he felt the message was heard.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and slammed Luke into the wall. Luke’s face was bloody and he was spitting up blood. “I’m going to say this one time and one time only; stay the fuck away from her. If I hear you’re still with her, if I even see you look in her direction, next time I’m going to break in and beat you and your dad just for your existence because she doesn’t deserve whatever your shit is. Do you understand?” When Luke didn’t respond, he slammed him again in the wall. “Do. You. Understand?”

Luke gasped for air before nodding. “Yes. I’ll stay away from her. I’m sorry.”

“Good.”

Bellamy pulled away from him. Luke lost his balance and fell down to the ground. It made him shake his head and he walked out of the room.

He hoped Luke would follow through. He would hate have to come back and follow his word.

Nah. He really wouldn’t hate it.

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“WATCH YOURSELF” - DEADPOOL X GRUMPY FEM!READER

Summary : Despite your love/hate relationship with Deadpool, you won’t tolerate anyone talking bad on him. No matter how annoying he is. (Your power is being lucky, super strength, and you’re great in combat. You have a slow healing ability too. Yes I know being Lucky is Dominos thing. Shush.)

Warnings : none? Besides well, he’s Deadpool

You were beyond annoyed when you were pulled into this disaster of an adventure with one of the most annoying people on the planet but after Wade had explained to you why he dragged you in, your animosity started to die down.

While Wade, who you always referred to as “Deadpool”, liked you, admired you, and even flirted with you, you always made it clear that he irritated you. That all his quips, lines, and forth wall breaking were all getting at your wits end.

Throughout time, he had actually started to grow on you a little and you were even starting to tolerate him. He wasn’t bad. At least not as bad as you thought he was.

You weren’t the only person he dragged, he dragged Wolverine into the party and now it was up to you three to save yours and Wade’s timeline.

What Logan didn’t know was that he wasn’t getting anything out of this. At least you weren’t exactly sure but Wade told you to keep in under wraps and well, you did.

It’s just Wade didn’t seem to remember it.

The three of you were in the car with Logan driving and Wade in the passenger seat. You were in the backseat.

Wade groaned in agony as Logan’s claws dug into his thigh. “I didn’t lie! I made an educated wish!”

The statement made you look at Wade like he was an idiot and you shook your head at how ridiculous he could be.

Logan looked at him the same but only more heated. “Did you say you made an educated…fucking…wish?”

The tension wasn’t dying at all and you rubbed your temple in annoyance as Wade just kept on talking. So much so that it pissed Logan off. “You know what you’re a fucking joke.” He said to him, putting his fist down from the air. “No wonder the avengers didn’t take you or the X-Men, or hell fucking anyone.”

You knew Logan was harsh and you knew a lot of things didn’t get to Wade but you know that was going to. Logan wasn’t done though. He kept going. “I mean you are ridiculous, immature, half witt moron. I have never met a sadder, more attention starved, jabbering little prick in my entire life and that says a lot because I’ve been alive for more than two hundred fucking years, and I’ll tell you that bald chick was right about one thing.”

“You will never save the world. You couldn’t even save a relationship with a goddamn stripper! And motherfucker I wish you could say you die alone but it’s one of god’s best jokes that you can’t die, except it’s on all of us!”

Your eyes widen at everything Logan said. You turned to see Wade’s reaction, expecting a snippy comment but none comes out. He’s silent.

You can’t really see his facial expressions because of the mask but with his head down, you could tell that he was upset. By everything Wolverine said.

You’ve known Wade for the longest and even though he could be too much Deadpool, he was still Wade. The same Wade that adored you, the same Wade that had your back. And the same Wade that would never let anyone talk to you like that.

Looking at Logan, you gave him a harsh glare. “I’m going to fight you now.”

Logan laughed while snorting as if he couldn’t believe you would fight him over him insulting Wade. Especially because around him you acted like you couldn’t stand him. He looked in the back seat where you sat at. “Oh are you?”

You immediately punched him in the face which made his nose bleed. You took the seatbelt that was connected to his seat and stabbed him right in the shoulder with the buckle. He groaned in pain. You proceeded to throw him out of the car.

Wade looked at you in shock. You stepped out of the car and walked over to Logan who got up from the ground quickly.

“You don’t want to do this.” Logan said more so as a warning.

“You’re right, I don’t.” You copied Wade’s words from his interaction with Wolverine before and took out your gun that was in pocket. You proceeded to shoot him and the bullets went through his chest.

He held his chest while glaring at you. The bullets started to come out of him and he instinctively charged at you.

With your luck, you moved out of the way and kicked him down. You went to punch him in the face but he pulled you down.

Wolverine took out his claws and tried to get you in the gut but you rolled away from the impact. On the ground, you wrapped both your legs around his neck and flipped him over so he was laying on his back.

You took out your other gun and shot into his stomach where his intestines were and he screamed. You could tell he was getting frustrated that he could barely land a hit because of your luck.

Wade couldn’t believe you were actually fighting Wolverine. His first thought was, why? Did you do it for him? Or because you were genuinely just sick of him? Wade looks at the reader. “I think I should stop this…but she’s so hot when she gets like that.”

Logan finally kicked you off. Your luck was starting to run out. He picked you up by your neck, choking you with his left hand and his claw had went into your stomach. You screamed in agony.

Wade looked back at the fight and now was going to kick his ass. “Alright, here we go.” He steps out of the car. Then reaches for his small knife in his boot. He casually walks over to Logan. “Baby knife.” He says in a small whisper before stabbing it in Logan’s abdomen.

It hurts him but doesn’t seem to make him let you go. Wade punches him in the face which finally makes Logan release you. He gets knocked to the ground.

Wade knows you can handle yourself but it doesn’t make him worry any less. Unlike him, your healing abilities were slow and just because you were lucky didn’t mean you couldn’t die. “You okay, Buffy?”

You shot him a look, rubbing your neck to release the tension you felt from your neck. “Buffy slayed vampires.”

“Tomato, apple.” Deadpool says as if the information you provided really mattered.

You saw Logan get up and it made you stand to your feet. Wade shook his head. “Nah. How bout you take five? I can’t let you have all the fun.”

Immediately, Logan charged into Wade and they flew into the car. You shook your head at the two fighting, deciding to call it quits. Then walked away so you could get some fresh air and your wounds could heal properly.

Something was bugging you. Why did you do that for Wade? He was extremely annoying but yet, it bothered you when you saw him upset. Maybe it was because that was the first time you saw him genuinely upset.

You sat on the big rock, looking at the waterfall. It was nearly night. You just needed to clear your mind without all the men blocking your inner thoughts.

You wouldn’t get much peace though as you heard Wade walking up towards you. You knew it was him because you recognized his footsteps. You still looked at him to confirm.

When you did, you saw his suit all bloodied and even a little tear in the suit itself. But other than that, he looked fine. He was a professional mercenary after all. He could handle himself.

Wade sits on the rock next to you. “I take it back. The Honda Odyssey fucks hard.” He exasperated while rolling his neck slightly.

You didn’t comment. He turned to look at you and noticed the bruise on your neck hadn’t healed yet. “Jesus your powers are shit.” His gloved hand came up to examine your neck more. You allowed him.

Again, with the mask on, you couldn’t really make out the best of facial expressions but you could tell he was worried. “Who knew your luck would run out with Wolvy?”

You chuckled a little at his comment before looking back at the waterfall. “I know right? Didn’t think he’d actually beat me.”

“Nah. He didn’t beat you.” He raised his hand down. Then looked at your shirt that was bloodied.

You looked to where his eyes were looking. Then shook your head. You lifted your shirt up to reveal that the gash that Logan gave you was almost healed. “I’m fine.” You let go of the shirt. “Not everyone’s got super healing powers like you.”

Deadpool nodded at this. “Yeah. I am pretty great.”

You rolled your eyes slightly. The two of you sat in silence for a minute which was strange considering who you were sitting next to. You wondered if he was still hurt about what Logan said.

Far from that. Wade, for the first time, was in deep thought and wasn’t monologuing it. You defended him and usually, he wouldn’t question stuff like that but it wasn’t in your nature to do that, for anyone. You didn’t care for things like that and just did what you called, “minding one’s business.”

You could tell that he was itching to say something and you were questioning why he was taking so long to say it. “Out with it. I can’t take your silence anymore.”

He knew you liked when he rambled even though you didn’t like to admit it. “I’m just wondering, cupcake.”

“Wondering what?”

“Why you decided to fight him? I’m still not getting that.”

The question he asked made you pause. You still didn’t even know why you did it. How were you supposed to answer that?

The deep part of your subconscious knew though. You liked him. You just didn’t want to admit it. “I don’t know.” You said. “He’s annoying.”

“Yeah. Well, I could take that if maybe he did something annoying but-“

“I’m starting to regret letting you talk.”

Wade ignored you and continued. “He was talking to me. Insulting me. And that’s when you fought him.” He spoke out loud putting the puzzle pieces together. And that’s when he gasped.

You looked back at him when he gasped. “What?”

He hit your shoulder playfully. “You like me.”

The way he said it was like he was a third grader on the playground. It annoyed you. Especially because that’s not why. Or at least, that’s what you thought. “What? Are you kidding me? Me? Like you? Are you sure Logan didn’t hit you too hard in the head back there?”

Wade ignored your denial and kept going. “Denial. One of the first huge steps to getting towards acceptance.”

With that, you stood up from the rock and towered over Wade. “Wade, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to kick your ass.”

Wade stood up with you and because he was taller than you, he towered over you. “Go ahead. But you know I’m only gonna get turned on by it right?”

You crossed your arms, glaring at the man child. “Okay? So I fought him because he was talking shit? So what?”

“Not to be on his side but…I did lie.”

“You didn’t lie.” You told him. “You made an educated wish.”

You regretted saying that because the moment you did, you could tell Wade was smiling under his mask. “Oh come on and just kiss me already.” He went to grab at your hips to pull you into one but you pushed him away.

“Ugh. I can’t stand you.” You went to walk away but Deadpool followed right behind you. He took his left hand and interlocked his fingers with your left.

“So where are we going on our first date? I would do all the heavy lifting but you’re kinda a control freak though so…”

You groaned in frustration but allowed Wade to hold your hand.

I guess you were dating him now?

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“MY HAPPY PLACE” AUGUST X SUNSHINE! FEM!READER

A/N : I don’t think anyone is going to read this because tftbl is so underrated but I’m bored soooo

WARNINGS : nsfw headcanons, MDNI

You and August? Nobody would have ever guessed you two were a couple. No one would have even assumed you two were a couple.

The two of you, surprisingly, were together since you were thirteen. At first it was just silly kid love but now that the two of you were grown adults, it turned into something serious.

August wasn’t expecting himself to fall in love with someone like you given you two were complete opposites. But he was. Madly in love with you. Even if he had a hard time of showing it. He was.

You were also the only one that could put August in check. That was something other people realized quickly.

You were only person allowed to kiss August, hug him, show him compassion and sympathy. Otherwise he didn’t care about it for anyone else.

“Be nice.” You told your boyfriend. You two had successfully kidnapped Fiona, Rhys and the rest of their friends while trying to unlock a vault.

August scoffed, crossing his arms. “I am nice.”

“To me.”

“Yeah, because you’re the only one that deserves it.”

You giggled a little and leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips. August accepted the kiss and pulled you closer to him.

The ones you kidnapped? Were further in the room and looked in complete confusion and disgust. “How did they end up together?” Rhys asked distraught.

“Talk about opposites attract.” Fiona mumbled.

You pulled away from him and walked out of the room. August turned towards the group and he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “You people figure out a plan or what?”

“Do we have to suck your face too to get treated like a human being?” Sasha asked sarcastically.

August gave her a look full of disgust. “Don’t make me puke.”

SFW HEADCANONS

August is protective but doesn’t breathe down your back. He knows you can handle yourself and that you don’t need a babysitter. But if anything were to happen, he’d burn the whole world down.

He isn’t the biggest on PDA but doesn’t mind to kiss you in front of everyone or even slap your ass.

He doesn’t really get jealous because he knows you love him. He’s more so just moderately irritated when he sees a man flirt with you or have a crush on you.

Which brings him to Rhys. He can tell Rhys has a crush on you because well, he is a man, and he’ll just roll his eyes half the time he sees you interact with Rhys. He’s not worried though.

While he may not be jealous, you are the one that is despite you being the more level headed one in the relationship and will all the time make remarks about him with other women or even Sasha. This annoys him because he genuinely doesn’t like any other women and has to remind you that he’s the one in love with you.

At first it was hard to get him to break his walls down but once you break them down, he is non stop saying he loves you. It kind of freaks people out seeing him so lovey with you and at the next minute wanting to shoot everyone in the face.

August doesn’t ever let you sit in a seat and makes you sit on his lap all the time.

He loves when you play with his hair. It releases some stress he’s feeling.

He has a rule where you two can never go to bed mad or walk out the door mad. He has abandonment issues so even if you’re extremely mad at him, you are forced to sleep in the same bed as him. Also if you’re leaving and are mad, you still have to tell him you love him.

August rarely gets mad at you. Or even irritated with you but if he ever does, he just needs a little space.

With how handsome August is and him owning a bar, he gets a lot of women trying to flirt with him. A lot of the time he gets really disgusted and just rolls his eyes. He’ll tell them he’s taken before walking away.

You on the other hand get the worst out of it because there’s a lot of drunk men at his bar that are not afraid to flirt with you openly. When August sees how uncomfortable they’re making you or if they make physical contact with you, he kills them instantly.

Speaking of, while you know you have to kill to survive on Pandora and do it out of necessity, August some times just kills if someone pisses him off which you don’t like. He tries not to do it in front of you.

August always kisses you on your knuckles.

When August messes up in the relationship, it’s hard for him to say he’s sorry but he will say it. If that doesn’t work, he’ll shower you with gifts to the point where you stop giving him the silent treatment and actually talk to him.

NSFW HEADCANONS

August is the dominant one in the relationship. While he is submissive to you outside the relationship like getting you anything you want and wanting to do things for you, August takes complete control in the bedroom. He is never really submissive but he’ll let you get on top of him though.

He loves to eat you out and probably prefers giving to receiving. He just loves making you feel good.

August prefers your ass more to your chest. He just likes grabbing it and giving it a smack and it happens frequently.

He’ll talk you through it. All the time. He sees how much it makes you squirm and loves seeing you all wind up. He’ll always praise you. He’s not the one to really degrade in the bedroom but if you ask then he’ll do it.

August likes all the sex positions to be completely honest but if he had to pick one, it would be cow girl. As dominant as he is, he loves when you ride him and seeing your chest bounce up and down. He’ll mainly have to help you through because the pleasure is too much for you to keep up the pace. Seeing you struggle turns him on even more.

He isn’t really into hurting you in the bedroom but if you ask him, he’ll do it.

He loves when you beg to cum. Not that he ever denies you. You’re just so desperate to cum on him and it turns him on so much that he is ready to cum inside of you.

Considering you’re in a long term relationship with him, August just prefers cumming inside of you. He doesn’t mind if you get pregnant and actually wants kids. Also it’s just hotter to do it inside of you.

He loves eye contact. He forces you to look at him through out the entire time and if you cum without looking at him, then you have rounds until you do.

2 times out of 10, you have to initiate intimacy. August gets turned on just by looking at you and is always on the go to have sex so you’re never really the one to start it.

When he is feeling he wants you to take control, he doesn’t mind if you tied him up to the bed.

August has a lot of stamina so he’s willing to go a long time until you want to stop.

He can cum just by looking at your body but even when he cums too quick, he keeps going until you do. If he can’t get back up, he just settles to eating you out.

He loves thigh riding. He’d watch you cum on his thigh every day if he could.

He loves when you leave hickeys on his body. Not until does it feel good but it looks good on his body.

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do you take until dawn requests?

Yes. I only write for Mike, Emily, Matt, Sam and maybe Josh and Jess. Depends on those two.

[theemissuniverse]

how do u get motivation though, my ladt fic was 3 months ago

I just be getting random ideas. That’s it

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“ALL YOU WANTED” EMILY DAVIS X TOUGH! FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You and Emily are best friends…but best friends always means something more these days right?

WARNINGS : lesbian smut

A/N : this takes place when they all go back to the cabin.

It hadn’t even been an hour of all of you coming up to the mountain and you were witnessing Emily Davis and Matthew Taylor break up.

All because she had went to see Michael.

Despite you being Emily’s best friend, you could see where Matt was coming from. Getting caught having a conversation was not a good look.

You were even surprised at Emily being your best friend but the two of you were the meanest people in your own way so it kind of made sense.

You were made her best friend by force though in ninth grade where she forced you to sit with her at lunch because she thought you were pretty. Now you two were besties.

For better or worse? You’d have to find out.

“God, Matt! It didn’t mean anything! Get over it!”

Mike raised his hand as if he was in the classroom. “I can vouch for that. Trust me, I do not want her anymore.”

You were sitting in a chair, eating a cookie, watching the whole scene play out. You knew something was going to happen and you didn’t know if you wanted to stop it or keep it going.

Emily angrily turned to Mike at the statement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think he means he doesn’t want to fuck skank anymore.” Jess replied for Mike.

Not only could you not help but comment because you were Emily’s best friend but because you always had to make your own remark of common sense. You finished your cookie and dusted your hand off. “If that’s the case then why is he fucking you?”

Emily had laughed at what you said and bit her lip to hold back her smile. Matt shook his head, rubbing his temples in irritation while Mike just did a whistle and looked away from the situation.

“I’m sorry? Did I ask you to bud in Ms. School Drop out?” Jess asked you while standing up from the couch where she was sitting next to Mike with.

“No but something told me that you needed a reality check and well, here I am to give it to you.” You told her, brushing off her calling you a drop out with ease.

“Don’t you find it a tad bit pathetic you follow Emily around all the time?”

“No. But what I do find pathetic is you not having any men to choose from so you chose your best friends man.”

“Last I heard, your relationship is dead so you don’t get to tell me how to live mine.”

Emily had watched the whole argument, entertained because you were winning. Up until the last remark Jessica said and she didn’t think she could go lower.

Beth was your girlfriend a year ago. Before everything happened. You had blamed everyone for a long time. Healed from it. Even from Emily. Emily apologized multiple times, which was unlike her to be honest and you forgave her.

This is why you never forgave Jessica because here she was, throwing that in your face.

The room felt silent. As if they knew the damage Jessica had done.

You stood up slowly from your chair then began to walk towards her. “You wanna try that again?”

Jessica gave you a deadpanned look. She would be a little scared but she knew that Emily would stop you before you hit her. So she kept going. “Don’t talk about saving people’s relationships when you couldn’t even save your own.”

Emily saw your fist balled up and instead of you hitting her, you gave her a warning push. A push so aggressive, it landed Jessica back on the couch. “Hey!”

As much as Emily wanted to see you kick her ass, she knew it would be trouble. It wouldn’t be the petty cat fight that she knew she would face up against Jess. You knew how to fight and you knew how to hurt her.

Jessica came from a wealthy family and Emily did not want to see you go to jail for a petty argument.

Emily immediately got in between the two of you. Then stood right in front of you. “Calm down. She’s not worth it.”

Mike brought Jess towards him. “Both of you, stop it.” He said.

“I can’t do it.” You said. “I have to hit something.”

“Just relax.” Emily told you. “Breathe. It’s going-“

“See, Emily. All you do is bring drama and I’m sick of it.” Matt started to say. “Look what we’re all doing! Because of you!”

You had chose your target. You turned around, facing Matt. Then you gave him your best punch. Him falling to the ground and him holding his mouth.

“(Y/N)!” Emily scolded you.

You ignored her. Then you left out the back door.

You needed some air and were fine if you had to freeze to death in order to get it. You hated the way people got in your head. You were a hothead and it got the best of you sometimes.

Emily was right behind you. “Hey! (Y/N)! Slow down!”

You sighed and stopped in your tracks, allowing Emily to catch up to you. “Look I’m sorry I-“

“I don’t care, meat head! Put this on.”

You looked to see it was your jacket that you had left in the lodge. You grabbed your jacket and started place it on you.

Emily looked down to your hand and saw the bruises on your knuckles. She shook her head and placed a hand on her hip. “You really did knock the shit out of my ex boyfriend didn’t you?”

You sighed, feeling guilty of your actions. Emily was the only person who could make you feel guilty. “Look, Em I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have hit your-“ Then you had thought about what she said. “Did you say ex-boyfriend?”

“Yeah I did. He’s too soft for me obviously and I don’t have time for that. And he left my bag with all my expensive clothes in it! That idiot.”

You knew the two wouldn’t last that long but that was pretty fast you had to say.

Emily grabbed your hand and started to lead the way. “Help me look for it.”

“Ugh. Why do I gotta help you look for it?”

“Because I said so!”

You knew best not to argue with her so you let her lead the way. Besides, you weren’t going to let her be out by herself anyway.

The two of you walked to the picnic table area. Emily looked over to one of the tables and saw a carving. She dusted the snow off and saw your initials with Beth’s.

She felt jealousy when she had looked at the carving but knew she had to swallow it. “Wow. You must’ve really loved her huh?”

You were confused. You walked over and saw the carving for yourself and remembered. “Oh…that…” You leaned against the picnic table, looking down a little. “I liked her. A lot. Can’t say I loved her though. It takes a lot for me to do that.”

Emily nodded at your choice of words. It made sense. You’ve had a lot of girlfriends before Beth and you had never really loved any of them. Love was a hard thing for you and she understood that.

You decided to change the subject. “What’s so important in this bag anyway?” You asked her.

Emily smirked when you had questioned it. “Oh just my undies. The lace ones.”

You raised a brow when you had noticed the flirty tone in her voice. Emily would always flirt with you but you had always considered it to be friendly flirting and nothing romantic attached to it so you played along.

“Well we don’t need those.”

Unbeknownst to you, Emily was actually flirting with you. She had always had a secret crush on you but was too scared to do anything. Also, she was used to people hitting on her. Not her hitting on other people.

“You don’t want me to model them for you.” Emily asked you. She did a little spin so you could examine her body.

Your eyes darted all over her and it was at this point you were starting to realize that you also flirted with her more than the friendly way. “I’m just going to rip them off of you anyways.”

Emily had did something she never did before. She took a step towards you. Then grabbed your hands and made them be on her body. “You ever done it outside before?”

You were intrigued at how far Emily was willing to go to just play flirt with you which was confirming in your mind that she was serious. But how could she be serious? You two were just friends.

You had laughed at her question. “Have you?”

“No. But maybe I want to.” Emily went to tug at belt of your jeans which made you groan a little. You felt her breath on your neck and her kissing softly. “I cant with this on though.”

You moaned at the soft kisses that she placed on your neck. Yeah. She definitely wasn’t playing anymore.

Emily pulled away from your neck. She looked you directly in your eyes. You pushed away the hair that was in her face. She looked so beautiful to you.

Emily leaned in and kissed you on the lips. You didn’t hesitate. You cupped the back of her neck with your right hand and kissed her back.

You used your left hand to place on her hip and bring her closer. Emily moaned and continued to kiss you like she was hungry. She had been waiting for this.

It was freezing out but the two of you didn’t feel any cold. You were in each other’s warmth.

You just had to confirm something. You pulled away from her lips. The two of you slightly out of breath. “Wait a second.” Emily looked annoyed at you for stopping but waited for you to ask her what you needed. “Are we straight girl kissing or gay girl kissing?”

Emily shook her head at how unserious but serious you could be. “The second one.” She confirmed before going straight back to kissing you.

That made you more bolder in your movements. You picked Emily up by her ass and made her legs wrap around your waist. Emily moaned in the kiss while you sat her down on the picnic table.

Your lips went down to her neck. Instead of kissing you sucked on her sweet spots making her moan, gripping you. “God that feels so good.” Emily commented.

You pushed your knee in between Emily and made your knee make contact with her clothed area. She moaned at the friction you were going and made you pull away from her neck. “I can’t take this. Let’s go to the lodge.”

You were still lost a little. Surprised this was happening. “O-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as Emily was already dragging you back to the lodge.

The two of you walked back into the lodge. Emily paid no mind to the people that were in the living room and dragged you upstairs, all the way to the room Emily had picked out.

When the door was closed, the two of you were back on each other. The two of you took your shoes off while you made out.

You helped Emily take her jacket off and throw in on the floor. Emily did the same for you. Emily pushed you on the bed. You sat there, watching her.

Emily’s hands went to your belt and started to unbuckle your pants. When she had finally got your pants to unbuckle, you grabbed her and laid her on the bed.

You got on top of her and took off her shirt. She was wearing a lace purple bra. You gave her a look. “All your lace underwear was in your bag huh?”

Emily giggled and kissed you. You kissed her back. You never kissed anyone the way you were kissing Emily. It was different.

That’s when you realized it was always different with Emily.

You unbuttoned her pants and helped her take them off. Her underwear matched her bra.

“Why am I the only one naked?” Emily complained while kissing you.

“It’s more fun that way.”

“Yeah, fun for you.”

You chuckled and removed her underwear. Leaving her exposed. You licked your index and middle finger before placing it on her clit and rubbing it in circles.

Emily moaned loudly. She gripped on your arm. You started off slow and teasingly. You didn’t have to do much. She was already wet from you.

You found your rhythm and started to go a little bit faster on her clit. She tried to meet your rhythm but any time she’d get too excited, you’d slow down.

“Stop torturing me, (Y/N).”

You laughed. You kissed her gently on the lips and picked back the pace. Emily moaned loudly in the kiss. You stuck your fingers in her pussy, knowing she was wet enough. The palm of your hand hit her clit while you kept the fast pace.

“God, (Y/N). Yes.” Emily tried to quietly moan but came out of extremely loud. It’s like she didn’t care to be quiet and wanted all the pleasure she could get from you.

Emily’s hands went to her chest. She held on to her chest while throwing her head back. You regretted not taking off her bra before starting.

Her clit constantly bounced off from the palm of your hand and Emily felt herself getting close. “Wait. I’m almost there. Stop.”

You kissed her on the neck. Licking and sucking on her sweet spots. “Why stop? I want you to cum on my fingers.”

Emily moaned at your words. “I want you though.”

You understood what Emily was trying to say and pulled away from her pussy. Then licked your fingers clean off. “Mmhm. I kinda want you to sit on my face.”

Emily shoved your shoulder, making you laugh. “No, (Y/N). Come on. I want you.”

You took off your pants. Then slid off your underwear and threw them somewhere. Emily was about to place her fingers on your clit but you stopped her. “Trust me, I’m already wet from you moaning.”

Emily bit her lip smiling and you got on top of her. You made sure to position your clit above hers before looking at her. “This is not how I expected to spend my weekend.”

She took off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. “Isn’t this so much better?”

“It is.” You couldn’t deny. You kissed Emily on her lips again before placing your clit directly on top of hers. The you were moving slowly.

You knew Emily all too well because you were best friends which meant you knew Emily never had sex with a woman before. So you tried moving slowly for her.

Emily was doing exactly what you knew she would do. Getting sensitive quickly. Emily let out a sharp moan. She clung onto your body, not expecting to be so sensitive. She was whimpering, pleading for you to get her to cum.

“You sound so sexy.” You told her. You tried to ease her in by kissing her lovingly all over body.

“Don’t stop. Oh god, yes.” Emily was practically screaming and you should’ve figured she would by how sensitive she was.

“Your boyfriends might hear you.” You jokingly said to her while kissing all over her body.

“I don’t care. Just get me to cum all over you. Please.”

You could’ve came off her just moaning for you. You should’ve figured Emily was submissive. She was a brat. You gripped onto her leg and went faster. Your pussies colliding against each other. Making the both of you moan in pleasure.

Emily’s hands felt like fire on your body. She unclipped your bra from the back and threw the bra on the floor somewhere.

As you kept your pace, you noticed Emily staring at you in awe. You tilted your head at her. “What?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

You weren’t expecting her to say that. You bent down to give her a sloppy kiss on her lips. She returned it.

“Mmhm. (Y/N). Let me get on top.”

You pulled away from her warmth and laid down on the bed. Emily got on top of you and placed her pussy back on yours. You chuckled at the gasp she had let out. It was far more sensitive for her to be on top than you.

“You sure you don’t want me on top?” You teased a little.

“Shut up.” Emily more so moaned and started to move on you. She didn’t go slow though. She went back to the fast pace you were doing.

You moaned, hugging onto her hips and helping her move. “Shit. Keep going. Just like that.” You went to unclip her bra and when you did, you immediately started to rub her titties.

Emily moaned at you playing with her nipples while trying to focus on her pace. “Oh god. (Y/N).”

You noticed Emily was losing her pace so you went back to her hips and helped her move on you. “Come on, baby. Move your pussy on me.”

You calling Emily baby turned her on and motivated her to move even faster on you. “(Y/N)?”

Noticing she was asking you something and not moaning your name, you nodded, still feeling immense pleasure. “Yeah?”

“When I make you cum on my pussy you’re going to be mine.”

You knew that was Emily’s way of asking to be your girlfriend but she was always the demanding type. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself become closer to release. You gripped her hips tighter. “You make me cum, you can have anything you want.”

Emily’s hands reached to your chest and started to play with your titties. You moaned at the touch. “I’m so close.” She told you.

You watched Emily’s chest bounce up and down. You couldn’t help but lick your lips. Seeing it was starting to make you close. “Keep going. I’m almost there too.”

Emily whined at how sensitive she felt herself start to get. You notice her slowing down some and you were so close you didn’t even want to help her anymore.

You flipped her on the bed and quickly got back on top. Your pussies continued to make out with each other. Wetness was heard all around the room and was even starting to go down your leg.

“(Y/N), I need you.” You felt Emily’s nails claw at your back and you knew it was only moments before she came all over you.

“Cum all over my pussy, baby. You can do it.” You said while kissing on her neck.

“Oh, god. (Y/N). Yes.”

You felt yourself coming undone, closing your eyes. “Fuck, Emily.”

“Yes, yes. I’m cumming. Oh god I’m cumming. (Y/N).”

You felt yourself cum and Emily was following right behind you. Your pussies became so wet that the juice soaked the bed sheets.

You continued to move until you knew both of you were done. You got up from her and laid down next to her.

Emily grabbed the blanket and placed it on top of the two of you. “I can’t believe I waited that long to do that.”

You chuckled before nodding. “Yeah. Me too.” You turned to look at her, seriously. “So…how do you wanna play this?”

Emily sighed, knowing what you meant. “They’re all just drama filled. I just want to stay up here with you.”

“It’s gonna come out. Especially at how loud you were.” Emily hit your shoulder at what you said and rolled her eyes.

“Well they’ll just be mad they couldn’t get me to scream like that.” She said before kissing you.

So you were with your best friend now? Not what you expected.

[theemissuniverse]

“THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE” LIU KANG X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You turned off your humanity but Liu Kang still has hope

WARNINGS : none I think. Angst

A/N : short sorry. Inspired by TVD. Trying to finish my drafts

Turning off your humanity wasn’t on the bucket list but after your mother Sindel dying you thought no one could really blame you.

Being the oldest daughter was already a burden on you but being a vampire added to that made thing’s entirely worse. Your emotions were at an all time high and sometimes it felt like the universe was against you.

Well the universe was against you. And the one that controlled it was Liu Kang.

Liu Kang did not expect for history to unfold like this. In the past timeline, you had an even darker upbringing with Sindel being the driving point but this time he could not predict that in this universe you’d sacrifice your humanity in order not to feel any more pain.

He had to make this right. He couldn’t let you become the villain you were destined to be in other timelines. You deserved better than that. He knew you wanted better than that.

It didn’t help the fact that feelings were getting in the way. He was undeniably in love with you. Everyone knew it. Hell, even the darkest part of you did but Liu didn’t want you to feel like you had to be with him so he pushed his feelings aside.

You had only one thing in mind. To be Empress of Outworld. Only though you would be a harsh ruler and rule with an iron fist.

That was why Liu Kang was worried. Worried you’d be a tyrant.

You decided to throw a ball to “celebrate” your freedom and announce your rule. Everyone from other realms was invited to see your rule.

Liu Kang was not happy as he knew it was just a ploy to get you to drain mortals so he insisted on coming.

You had on a beautiful dark red ball gown. The gown was made of human blood and magic. Your makeup matched you from head to toe. Your crown was made of indestructible glass. The glass held lost souls deep within Outworld.

You greeted your guests with a smile. The smile was not welcoming. You obviously had much darker intentions.

You made sure to avoid Liu Kang at all costs. Deep down, you knew he was the closest to getting your humanity back on. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to feel anything.

As you walked along the ball, you seen him. He stood right in front of you. When your humanity was on, you always took in other people’s feelings and would try your best to hide how annoyed you were. Not now.

You made sure to show off your eye roll which didn’t go unnoticed to him. “Glad you could make it. Come to babysit your mortals?”

“Just trying to make sure you won’t use them as entertainment.” He stated simply.

A chuckle came from your throat. “Don’t give me any ideals.”

You made sure to look at his whole attire. He wore a dark red suit and it made you all the more irritated that you knew he did it on purpose to match you. From head to toe he matched you. Your black heels to his black dress shoes. The white rose ring you wore, he matched it with the rose on his suit.

You gave him a look and tried to show how bothered you were. Not by simple irritation but that because you knew he was trying to reach down to your humanity. The old you would’ve loved to match with him. “You’re annoying.”

“Oh am I?” Liu Kang asked not bothered by your attitude.

Your hands were at your hips. Your eyes latched on to watch his hand. He carefully held out his hand for you to take. You looked at him slightly confused. “What?”

“Dance with me.”

The old you wanted to take his hand immediately. Be wrapped in his warm embrace as you two swayed to music. It was the small part, the one thing that was hitting your humanity.

You couldn’t feel that.

“No.” You flatly said. Then tried to turn around and walk away from him but the moment you turned around he was right there in front of you. ‘I hate that he can do that.’

Liu Kang, without saying another word, grabbed your hand and walked you over to the dance floor.

The slow song played. And the air felt thick. Liu Kang had his left hand on your lower back. He held you close to him.

His right hand held onto yours. He took the lead. This was surreal to you. Usually Liu Kang would avoid physical contact as he thought it was disrespectful to the princess now Empress.

But it was like he was purposely trying to be close to you.

The two of you did not say anything. Not a word. Liu Kang’s god like eyes stared into your blood red ones. You were trying to deprive yourself of all emotion but it wasn’t working. It wasn’t working because it was Liu Kang.

“Your mother wouldn’t have wanted this.”

He was trying to hit a nerve and you weren’t budging. “I couldn’t care less of what she wanted. She hated my vampire nature. Now? I embrace it.”

“You know that’s not completely true.”

“But it is. Don’t convince me otherwise.”

Liu Kang didn’t say anything in response. He spun you around and held you in front of him again.

He knew you. Better than anybody. And he knew you were secretly enjoying his hands on your body. How close you two were. How your lips were inches apart from his.

“So your humanity is off?”

“Not ounce of the old me left.” You confirmed.

He didn’t seem so convinced. “Right. So, you can admit that the ‘old you’ was in love with me.”

You felt your blood run cold and you forced out a laugh to deflect. “Are we really doing this?”

“Come on. You don’t have any emotions right? So, you shouldn’t mind to talk about it. So, let’s talk about it.”

You couldn’t stand Liu Kang’s persistence sometimes but you wanted to make him know that you didn’t care about anything good anymore. “Fine. Maybe the old me did. So what? It doesn’t matter anymore. Because she’s not there anymore.”

“I just wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“That it took for you to turn your humanity off to confess how much I love you.”

You felt something jab at your heart. It felt unreal. What Liu Kang was saying to you. It even made you stop dancing. “What?”

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted. The only woman I’ve ever known to ever love. And I’m sorry it took for me to say it in this timeline. I’m sorry it took me eons to say it. I’m sorry it took all the good in you for me to say it.”

You tried to look for any deceit in Liu’s eyes to see if he was lying. He was being sincere. And you hated it. “I don’t care.” You lied.

Liu Kang forced you to keep dancing and he held onto to you even tighter, afraid you might run from him. “Of course you don’t. I just needed to get it off my chest.”

“Well, bravo. You did. You want a cookie?”

Liu Kang had smiled slightly. You were using Earthrealm expressions to signify emotion and he noticed it. “Maybe. Are you offering one?”

You hated when Liu Kang matched your sarcasm. Usually he was serious and it took the right person, which was you, to bring out the humor in him. “I’d watch you starve before doing that.”

Liu Kang’s eyes darted to the necklace you were wearing. He noticed it was the necklace he had given to you eons ago. “Why are you wearing that if you don’t care?”

“It’s pretty. I don’t care for the meaning behind it.” You had to lie.

Liu Kang just nodded but still did not believe you. “Why do this? This seems like torture to you.”

“What is?”

“Pretending to be something you’re not.” Liu Kang’s hand rubbed your back soothingly and his touch felt pleasant. You didn’t want him to stop. His lips reached to your ear so he could mumble. “Pretending you don’t want this.”

Out of instinct you held your head back and Liu Kang took his opportunity to leave sweet kisses on your neck. You moaned slightly.

His kisses reached to your cheek that’s when he pulled you close and dipped you. His eyes stared into yours. The universe just felt like it revolves around the two of you. Nothing felt better than this.

“Does your heart truly refuse to give in?”

You had to snap yourself out of it and remember that you didn’t want this. You didn’t want to feel.

When Liu Kang brought you back up, you spoke, “What heart?”