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talesofesther · 6 months

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make it taste like love

Loki x Reader

Summary: You felt him before you even met him. And despite the pain he carried around, his soul was one of the most beautiful you'd ever seen.

A/N: A spur-of-the-moment idea that I simply couldn't ignore. I really hope you guys enjoy it, and yes I'm working on part two of my series with Loki as well. <3

Word count: 6k

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The battle had left its mark on everyone, both physically and mentally. All the lives that were lost wouldn't be brought back. But everyone took solace in the fact that Thanos and his army were no longer a threat. And now, it was a time for rebuilding.

Wakanda's grassland was a battlefield. Bodies of both friend and foe lay scattered on the ground. The mourning loomed heavy in the air, you could feel it weighing down on your chest, your throat, and lungs. It was suffocating, prickling into your skin like needles. Yet you still walked, your boots crushing the grass underneath while you avoided stepping on stretched arms and legs, you needed to make sure no one else remained left behind.

A few feet away, the mad titan who once threatened the entire universe lay lifeless on the ground, his head disconnected from his body. For him, you felt no pity.

King T'Challa was both happy and sad to see you and the others leave. Happy, because it meant the end of a war; sad, because of having to say farewell to dear friends. But you, Steve, Natasha, and Banner were needed back in town, back at the Avengers compound; to welcome Tony back on earth, and because Thanos' attack had reverberated in many other places. It seemed like the Avengers were back in the game.

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This morning was a gloomy one. Grey skies peeked behind your curtains in the early hours of the day, maybe it would rain soon. It's been two weeks since the battle, and you were glad to see that most people were recovering; each in their own way, but recovering nonetheless.

You were already up when the clock hit 7:30 AM, holding a warm cup of coffee between your hands, and staring out into the compound's driveway and past the treeline through the big windows of the kitchen. Today would be the day that Thor came back, he'd been helping with the settling of his people in New Asgard until now, but you've heard about him not wanting to be king anymore. You were happy for him, you never did think that a ruler's life suited him anyway—and you missed your friend.

"He gets one chance, Rogers. One chance and that's it." Tony's voice suddenly caught your attention as he stepped into the kitchen, you turned your back to the window so you could watch as your resident Iron Man poured himself a cup of coffee without looking at his mug. Steve was right beside him, his hands on his hips as he sighed quietly, already all too used to Tony's moods.

"Yes, one chance, he proved himself enough by helping us fight against Thanos, I suppose we owe him the benefit of the doubt," Steve agreed, still holding his voice calm.

With a smirk on your lips, you approached your teammates. "What's going on, guys?" You leaned on the kitchen island, taking a sip of your coffee.

Tony ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his expression less than pleased as he took a sip of his own coffee before saying; "point break is bringing his beloved brother to our home." He shrugged, and said in a quieter tone, "Says he changed or something."

"Loki will be staying with us?" You raised an eyebrow. The attack on New York happened before you joined the team, but you were familiar enough with it to be wary of Thor's brother, even if Thor did speak more nicely of him recently. Still, you had never actually met Loki to form your own opinion.

"That's… to be decided," Tony grumbled, shooting a glance toward Steve. "But yes, pretty much. And, by the way, Strange wasn't happy about having reindeer games back in the city either."

"Wow, you guys finally agree on something," you snickered.

Tony mouthed a 'don't' to you, before Steve said; "Strange knows we'll handle it if anything happens, but Thor vouches for him, so…"

You gave Steve a soft smile, and as much as you understood Tony's wariness, you agreed with the Captain. Loki didn't have the best of pasts with the City, but his help in the recent battle was one of many game-changers. He deserved a second chance.

Strangely enough, you found yourself excited to meet the God of Mischief. It was in your nature to analyze people, watch them from afar, and learn about the things they'd rather not say out loud. And someone like Loki, who had both once tried to take over your planet and now helped in saving it, was bound to raise some curiosity.

No more than an hour passed before you heard Thor's strong voice all the way from the living room. A small smile instantly came to your lips as you discarded your book, got up from the couch, and put on your slippers, rushing to the main doors to greet him.

Before you could turn the last corner, however, you came to an abrupt halt. Your breath got caught up in your throat and you had to lean back on the wall for support. Clutching the fabric of your shirt right above your heart, you were glad that this particular hallway was currently empty.

You could hear Thor's voice just around the corner, Tony was there too, but their words were faint and far away. Your vision was suddenly a little blurry, and underneath your palm you could feel your heart beating frantically.

See, this was nothing that hadn't happened before, after all, you are an empath. But a feeling this heavy rarely comes unannounced, unwanted. It briefly reminded you of when you first discovered your power, when you had no control and could pick up on pain, anger, joy, and pleasure that were not your own even if you didn't want to. Yet now, after years of living with it, you had learned to dose your perception of the feelings around you; now, when you weren't willingly focusing, other people's emotions felt more like a gentle whisper, a gush of chilly wind on your skin—something you were able to ignore if you wanted to.

But this overwhelming sadness; this emptiness, and loss, and pain; it came to you with such force that you were not able to block out. Seconds felt like hours, until the surprise of the new feeling passed and you took back control. Whispers of it remained, lurking in your stomach and in the back of your throat, but with a bit of extra focus, you were able to handle it.

And once your mind was finally clear again, it hit you. Who did you catch these feelings from?

You took a step around the corner cautiously, hands buried in your pockets as your eyes roamed your surroundings. There was no one around besides Tony, Thor, and Loki.

You knew it right away. You were familiar with the emotions radiating from Tony and Thor; but him, the raven-haired trickster, he was new, and if you didn't feel empathy for him before, you did now.

Loki held himself immaculately, a straight posture and a serene expression on his face. You had no idea how he did it, how he was able to hold all of those feelings in and still look so well put together; because one glance into his soul and you already felt like crying.

There was a light drizzle falling outside, maybe that's why Loki's black blazer seemed to be shining under the bright lights of the entrance hall. His eyes—bright and ocean-green—were settled on you; the realization got you feeling hyperaware of each movement you made. Even his gaze was heavy.

Thor's booming voice calling your name captured your attention then, he had a big smile on his face and before you knew it he already had your feet off the floor as he held you in a hug.

You laughed against his shoulder, hugging him back just as tight and telling him all about how much you missed him. Still, when you let go, your eyes found Loki's again, he hadn't stopped looking at you once.

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The opinions about Loki's presence in the compound were mixed, but most of your teammates seemed fine with it; truth be told, no one paid much attention to him. As you'd expected, Loki's room was on your floor, because that's where Thor stayed too; as well as Tony, Natasha, and Yelena.

It's been a few days since his arrival, yet you haven't had the opportunity to properly speak with him, alone. But you've been feeling him a lot. Whether it was you subconsciously focusing on him more, or something else, it seemed like your body was more in tune and connected with his than you've ever been with anyone else. You picked up on a few of his emotions even if you weren't actively trying to; you felt his bouts of uneasiness when someone would stare at him for too long, you felt his gentle serenity whenever he'd sit near the windows to read a book, you felt his sparks of joy when people greeted him with a good morning or asked if he'd want coffee; but most of all, you still felt that lingering sadness that followed him everywhere he went, a weight he seemed to be all too used to having around.

In some ways, you felt as if you were invading his privacy, and that bothered you. During the day you tried to keep your mind as busy as you could to keep yourself from feeling him; in the late hours of the night though, when you were trying to sleep, there wasn't much you could do.

You have been tossing and turning in bed for probably about two hours now, drifting in and out of sleep. The crescent moon just outside your window seemed to be taunting you, amused with your misfortune. You scoffed as you glared at the natural satellite—great, now you were arguing with the cosmos.

Loki was having a nightmare. You could tell by the rapid beating of his heart and the cold sweat running down his forehead—your abilities went way beyond simply feeling other people's emotions, but sometimes you wished they wouldn't. It's not the first time that you've felt Loki's restless sleep in the short time he's been here. Your heart ached for him; it got you wanting to alleviate his pain.

But you couldn't do that, so you got up from your bed, put on your fluffy slippers, and made a beeline for the kitchen. The air outside was chilly, biting at your warm skin and making you shiver. At this hour of the night, the compound was completely dark and quiet, a big contrast to how it was when the sun was up. You asked Friday to turn on one of the lights in the kitchen, giving the space a dim-lit look as the single light bled into the adjacent living room.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, humming the lyrics of the song stuck in your head as you reached for the upper cabinet to grab a mug so you could make yourself some tea. When you turned around again though, a gasp escaped your mouth and you nearly dropped the mug you were holding. You cursed quietly under your breath, placing a hand over your heart; if you weren't fully awake before, you sure were now. "You scared me," you muttered, trying a small smile.

The reason for your lack of sleep stood before you, with dark green slippers that matched his button-up pajama shirt, and his hair the messier you've ever seen it be. "Sorry, it was not my intention," Loki smirked back at you.

It hit you that this was finally the first time you were alone with him, and you'd been caught off guard. You tapped your mug, opening your lips but no words came out. Loki's eyes remained on you, unwavering, yet his gaze was so… soft, gentle even; his eyebrows weren't creased and he patiently waited for you with his hands in the pockets of his checkered pajama pants. He didn't look like the god you usually saw roaming the halls during the day.

"It's alright. I was just making tea," you said finally, gesturing to your mug, "would you like me to make one for you too?"

Loki's surprise at your offer was so great that you felt it in your bones. What was he expecting you to do?

His lips parted only slightly and he straightened his posture before saying; "I would- yes, I would like that."

You couldn't help the full smile that came to your lips and crinkled the side of your eyes, "great, sit down, it'll be ready in just a moment."

The warm mug between your hands warmed up your skin. It felt nice, sitting like this with Loki; in a quiet kitchen with only you and him, and just the lonely light to your left softly highlighting his features in front of you. It was a peaceful silence, and you couldn't help but check if he felt it too.

The rhythm of his heart was calm, his soul felt light and at ease; not completely, but the most you've ever felt from him.

"Why are you here?" His sultry voice snapped you back to reality.

"Uh- I'm sorry?" You frowned.

"Why are you here, if I may ask?" Loki tilted his head amusedly, his fingers tracing the brim of his mug. "Thor mentioned you had… abilities, but he never specified what they are."

Now it was your turn to be surprised by his curiosity for you. "Well, to put it simply, I'm an empath," you told him.

Loki blinked, once, twice, at your response. He looked at you for a moment before inquiring further; "and to put it completely?"

You smirked then, folding your arms over the table. "I can feel people's emotions, if I want to; their anger, happiness, hesitation, fear. But I can also feel their heartbeats, the blood cursing through their bodies. I can tell when they're lying or telling the truth, if they're tired or hurt. And sometimes, I can influence those emotions," you paused, hesitating for a beat, "bring fear, or… take away pain."

Loki grew tense after learning of what you could do. To be fair, most people did at first, you were used to it. Be he felt different, his heartbeat sped up and stayed that way. He'd put his guard up, and it brought a pang of hurt to your chest.

"Are you always feeling everything then?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Gods, no," you breathed, "at first I did, and it was awful. But with time, I learned to control it." You tried smiling at him, but his eyes were downcast, focused on his mug.

You bit your lower lip in nervousness. Looking past Loki and out the window, you could see the first signs of the sunrise peeking over the horizon, dark skies turning a soft lilac and blue; you'd been here longer than you realized.

When Loki glanced up at you again, his bright eyes still held sparks of that same softness from earlier. He pursed his lips in a smile; "thank you for the tea." And with that, he got up and left, leaving you in the company of the first birds who always sang in the mornings.

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You made Loki nervous. It wasn't a bad kind of nervous, it was the kind that sped up his heart and made his cold hands feel clammy.

Out of everyone in the compound, you were the kindest. You'd always shoot him a smile whenever you'd pass by each other in the hallways; you'd always save a seat for him at the table; you always respected his silence whenever you came into the library and caught him reading his book, saying a quiet hello and nothing more, just sitting on one of the armchairs with your own book and allowing him to enjoy his moment, and more recently, your presence too.

When he'd finally learned of your abilities, he got apprehensive, worried even; that you'd pick up on whatever it was that he felt when he was near you, and it would drive you away.

So far, it hasn't happened yet.

The sun was out today, and with it, so was everyone else. In the spacious backyard of the compound, Steve was in charge of the barbecue, and Tony was in charge of the drinks. Natasha had sunglasses covering her eyes while she and Clint bickered over a game of cards; Yelena was sitting beside her sister at the lunch table, however, she seemed to be on Clint's side of the argument. Thor and Banner were laughing together as they made fun of Steve's cooking skills, who tried to defend himself by saying he wasn't actually done yet. Tony looked like he was trying to convince Bucky to drink a dubious-looking beverage, the latter didn't seem too keen on it.

And Loki watched them from afar, from the living room window of his floor. Thor had asked that he join them downstairs, saying something about how he should start trying to fit in and mingle, instead of just existing in the others' presence. Making friends wasn't Loki's forte; as much as he'd fight not to admit it, he was still working up the courage.

With a long sigh, Loki turned around and made his way to the place where he'd been spending most of his free time.

The compound's library was quite huge. One of the few rooms in the whole facility that had warm colors painting the walls and lacked the modern look; tall wooden shelves held thousands of books, a soft beige carpet covered the floor, and there were armchairs and sofas scattered in corners and in-between shelves creating comfortable, isolated nooks for reading. Loki's favorite spot was a worn armchair that stood near one of the big windows, it was surrounded by books that most people didn't read anymore, and the window itself overlooked the treeline in which the sun hid behind at the end of every day; sometimes as he sat there to read, it reminded him of his room back in Asgard.

Loki walked brushing his fingers over the spine of the old books, watching as dust particles danced in the sunlight. But as he rounded the shelf that led to his spot, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, feet glued to the carpet.

You sat cross-legged on the worn armchair, with a thick book lying in your lap that held all of your attention; the sun was shining right behind you, creating a halo above your head and bathing the strands of your hair in golden. You looked like something out of his favorite tale, more enchanting than all of the Midgard poetry books he's ever read.

It seemed like you two were making a habit of bumping into each other unexpectedly.

Loki gulped, squaring his shoulders. A beat passed, and then two, until you finally noticed him from the corner of your eyes. You looked up at him with your eyebrows softly raised in surprise, a gentle smile lifted the sides of your mouth; "Loki, hi."

"Hello," Loki greeted you slowly, his eyes shifting from the book in your lap to your eyes, "shouldn't you be out with the others, enjoying the sun?"

"Should I?" You narrowed your eyes, lazily closing your book and getting up from the armchair. "Shouldn't you?" You asked then, smirking as you raised an eyebrow and took a step towards him.

Loki's heart stumbled inside his chest, he breathed out a laugh. "I'm not big on hangouts."

You hummed, burying your hands in the pockets of your jeans. "Why is that?"

For a moment, Loki dwelled on whether to be honest or come up with an easy lie. But you were looking up at him with such delicacy, such attention, not a trace of hatred or judgment in your warm eyes. It almost looked as if you cared... about him.

Loki breathed in sharply through his nose, the words rolled off his tongue on their own; "I doubt many of your friends would enjoy my presence there."

You blinked up at him, lips parting before you told him quietly; "I would."

There was a distant burning behind Loki's eyes, his mouth felt dry. No one had ever rendered him completely speechless before, yet now, you had done just that. With his silence, you avoided his eyes and ran your tongue over your bottom lip in a motion that he couldn't help but follow.

"And..." You continued, voice sweet as honey, traveling between the bookshelves in the secluded library, "We'll never know if we don't try, right?"

The way you referred to you and him as 'we' got a foreign feeling blossoming inside Loki's chest, all warm and tingly. When you offered him your hand, so you could guide him downstairs to meet the others, he took it.

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After a full week of taking care of the whole city, Saturday nights were a time for having fun and relaxing; aka movie nights with the team. Everyone sat together in the main living room of the compound, Tony had labeled it 'mandatory bonding day'. The room itself was pretty spacious, dimly lit, with two big comfortable couches and a TV that almost covered the whole wall, and a small kitchen right beside it for easy snacks and drinks.

"Right, I'm thinking... Terminator." Tony suggested as he came from the kitchen with an extra large bowl of popcorn in his arms.

"We saw that one already," Steve complained as he fumbled with the remote.

"There are multiple ones," Tony said, smugly, as he plopped himself on the couch and threw popcorn in his mouth.

Thor, who sat beside you, suddenly perked up with a giddy smile on his face; "oh I've always enjoyed that one who has the girl with the long, magic hair." The god gestured to his own hair.

Tony gaped at him, his fingers holding the popcorn were frozen midair. "Tangled?" He exclaimed then, eyebrows raised, "You wanna watch Tangled? in my house?"

You fought to hide a smile. "Technically it's our house," you quipped, after all, you were to blame for Thor's love for the Disney movie.

"Why don't we just watch both? The night is still young," Yelena finally suggested from her spot by the corner of the couch.

As they continued bickering, your eyes finally caught sight of the one you'd been waiting for.

Loki walked into the living room quietly, his socked feet barely making any noise on the expensive flooring. His gaze found yours before he saw anything else in the room, and a gentle, shy smile appeared on his lips.

You'd grown very close, very fast. Loki had started seeking your presence more and more each passing day; during the mornings he'd wait for you with an extra cup of coffee in hand, during the missions it was already routine that you two were a pair, and during the night you never parted ways without him planting a kiss on your forehead first.

Never in your life had you met someone quite like him, who carried such a bruised heart and still managed to be so loving. It made you wonder if anyone had ever bothered to see how beautiful his soul was, for you had fallen in love with it before you even touched his skin.

You gently patted the vacant seat on your left side, lifting the thin blanket covering your legs so Loki could sit down, and once he did you draped part of it over his legs as well.

"What's today's punishment?" Loki smirked, making himself comfortable beside you. His shoulder flush with yours.

"Stop it, movie nights are nice. I know you secretly enjoy them too," you chuckled, bumping his knee with yours. His proximity raised goosebumps all over your skin, and if you weren't so focused on your own feelings, you would've felt how much Loki's heart was racing as well.

"I only come to these because you do too," Loki mumbled, his eyes focused on the TV and a frown appearing on his eyebrows as the first scenes from Tangled played on the screen.

Your breath caught on your throat. He had said it so casually, so easily. You wondered if he had even realized the weight of his own words. "Right," you whispered, a little breathless.

It didn't take long for the only light in the room to be the one coming from the TV. When Tangled hit the 45-minute mark, Tony was already snoring and Thor had finished two bowls of popcorn. You, however, were wide awake and fully aware of Loki's arm resting on the back of the couch. What a cliche move, you thought to yourself, your cheeks burning hot and biting back a smile.

Loki's face as he watched the movie was nothing short of comical, one would think he was watching a period drama; his lips hovering ever so slightly before he'd scoff at a musical scene, his eyes softening as the romance between Rapunzel and Flynn blossomed, the way he mindlessly played with the ends of your hair. You watched him more than you watched the movie, and you didn't miss the way he froze and gulped when you finally rested your head on his shoulder.

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The day had started out fine; a cold yet sunny morning, your fingers brushing Loki's when he handed you your cup of coffee, no eminent trouble in the city, everything was normal and fine; until it took a turn for the worse.

You didn't hear the fight, you didn't know exactly what caused it, but you felt it immediately. Anger, hurt, and pain were suddenly heavy in the air even through the closed door of your bedroom. As soon as a shiver ran up and down your spine you got up and all but ran outside to chase the somber feeling.

The elevator doors of your floor weren't even fully open yet when Loki busted his way through them, Thor hot on his heels.

"I knew it was a mistake coming here," Loki snapped, his steps fast as he put as much distance between himself and Thor as he could, nearly running straight into you in the process.

"You know what, brother," Thor began, he had stopped walking, standing in the middle of the living room, "Maybe it really was a mistake to bring you here, you don't care about anyone but yourself, it's almost as if you enjoy hurting people, you can't help it. It'll always be like this, that's why you're better off on your own." Thor wasn't shouting, but his words rang loudly in the room; his chest heaving when he stopped speaking.

You had held your breath the entire time, gripping the back of a kitchen stool until your knuckles turned white. Thor was angry, you could feel it even without being near him, but he didn't mean what he had said, not entirely. Thor's emotions were a passing wind on your skin though, for who you really felt, stood just a few feet behind you.

Loki had his back turned to his brother when he spoke, and he didn't turn around after. Even without looking at him, you could feel the way he trembled, unsteady hands closed into tight fists to mask his hurt; he gulped back a sob, and kept on walking to his bedroom without a word.

You could choke with the amount of pain radiating off of Loki; heavy, sickening, all-encompassing pain that you felt so vividly in your skin and bones. You only shot Thor an angry glance and muttered; "Damnit Thor," before turning around hastily. You thought you heard Thor calling after you, but you decided to ignore him, your priorities already set.

You ran after Loki, catching up just before his door slammed shut. Taking a deep breath, you walked into his bedroom and softly closed the door behind you with a click.

You'd never actually been in Loki's room before, so you took a single moment to glance around. The room itself was a little bare, with only the necessities such as a double bed, a dresser, a desk, a small bookshelf, and the door that led to his bathroom. You made a mental note to gift him something to liven up his space; maybe a plant.

Loki had his back turned to you still, both his hands resting on his waist as his head hung low. But you knew he knew it was you there with him, by the simple fact that he was allowing you to stay.

The silence was a heavy one, packed with the electricity of two souls tightly holding onto each other. Loki was trying so hard to keep all his pain in control, his shoulders shaking with each breath he took; but you could feel it as if it was your own.

"Loki," you said his name in nothing but breath, testing the waters. You took half a step toward him as you fidgeted with your hands.

He didn't answer. You weren't expecting him to.

You pursed your lips before saying; "he didn't mean it," your voice was choked and took effort to come out, the back of your eyes already burning, "what Thor said. He- he didn't mean it."

A few beats passed, and then; "doesn't matter if he did." Loki's words cracked in the middle, it was the most broken you'd ever heard him sound. "He's right."

"He's not," you told him in the same heartbeat, not a tint of hesitation in your tone.

Loki turned around, his gaze finally finding yours and there were tears pooling at the bottom lid of his bright eyes. "Yes, he is," he took a single big step toward you, nearly closing the distance between you and him. Loki's lips trembled as he struggled to keep talking; "and why is it that you care? What's in it for you?"

He was hurt, and he was frustrated, and he was angry; you knew that. Still, you couldn't help but be taken aback by his question. What could he even mean by that? Did he really believe that all this time that you'd been dancing around each other's feelings, it wasn't real?

"Loki, I-" you stuttered, not knowing how to say it without baring your heart in the process. Your hesitation got Loki avoiding his eyes from yours, and you forced yourself to go on. "There's nothing 'in it for me' I just... care about you."

Still waiting for the other shoe to drop, Loki softly shook his head, scoffing. His tears were a blink away from spilling, he felt as if barbed wire was wrapped around his throat, and his heart threatened to jump from his chest and straight into your hands.

It scared him. How easily you could make his walls crumble like paper in the rain. He flinched slightly when he felt the ghost of your touch on his cheek, blinking multiple times when your thumb brushed away a single tear rolling down his cheek. You touched him as if he were porcelain, and yet it still broke him.

"Is it that hard to believe that you're important to me?" You asked then, voice nothing but a whisper in the short space separating your bodies. With your hand still holding his cheek, you forced his eyes back on yours. "You have a good heart, Loki. I just wish you could see it the way I do. I wish everyone could see it."

The crooked smile he gave you nearly made your own tears fall. "You don't know what you're talking about, you don't know what I've done," he told you quietly, more than anything, he sounded utterly defeated.

"But I do know," your free hand found one of his then, and you tangled your fingers together loosely, "I might not have been with the Avengers when you attacked New York, but I was still in New York. And I still mean it, you could tell me every single bad thing you've ever done and I'd still tell you how good you are, because I see it. Every single day, Loki. I feel you every single day, and I can feel all this-" Your words caught in your throat and you tasted your tears on your lips. "-All this pain that you carry around and you still choose to be good."

Too many emotions swam behind his eyes for you to put a finger in any of them. But tears were running freely down Loki's cheeks now, pooling against your hand resting on his cheek.

"What did you-" he tried, gasping for air as if he was underwater. This was foreign territory. You had a place in his heart no one else could ever have, he realized, and his heart was beating faster than his mind knew what to do with. "You've been prying into my emotions without me knowing?" He sounded more desperate than annoyed.

"I didn't want to," You explained quickly, "I- I never meant to, but for some reason, I can't block you out." Shrugging weakly, you slowly dropped the hand resting on his cheek, missing the way he glanced down in search of your warmth. "I tried. I really tried."

There was a vulnerability in Loki's eyes you'd never seen before. He looked at you as if he'd just realized what love is. You wondered if you mimicked the same gaze—you sure felt it.

Loki shuffled in his stance. His hand, still holding onto yours, tightened its grip. "I'm-" He avoided your eyes, looking somewhere past your shoulder, "I'm sorry you had to feel all that."

You softened at his words, shaking your head and taking another step forward until your sneakers bumped his shoes. "Wasn't your fault," you whispered.

Loki gulped back a sob after you spoke, and that was the last straw for you to let go of his hand and pull his body to yours in an embrace.

He melted into you.

Loki's fingers dug into the fabric of your shirt and he buried his head against your shoulder—you soon felt it becoming damp, yet you only hugged him tighter. With the desperation he was holding you with, you wondered when was the last time someone had held him.

The soft sobs escaping him were muffled against you. And you couldn't help but stroke his back, the tips of your fingers burying into his very soul. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of this alone." You spoke near his ear, feeling the goosebumps that raised on his skin. "You never deserved it," you promised.

You weren't sure how much time passed, you stayed there for as long as Loki needed you to. When he eventually pulled away, he didn't go far, his hands kept holding your body close to him as if he was afraid you'd leave if he let go.

His bright eyes didn't hold a storm anymore, they were more like a calm sea. A soft frown etched itself into his eyebrows, "did you… take away my pain?"

You chuckled quietly, "No, I can't take away people's emotions." You lifted a hand until your fingertips could brush the skin on his forehead, "But I can make them lighter." You traced an invisible line over his eyebrow and until you reached his cheekbone, "Make the weight just a little bit easier to carry."

Loki leaned into your touch, almost closing his eyes. His hands that rested on your back traced your spine and pulled you closer. "Darling, you've been making it easier ever since the first day I met you."

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aryxchse · 15 days

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hiii would you do percy x daughter of zeus hcs? but reader is more like hera’s daughter?? i hope that explains itself like reader has attributes a daughter of hera would have

daughter of the heavens / percy jackson x daughter of zeus! champion of hera! reader.

a / n : ah, my favorite trope. hera adopting zeus' children and being a better parent for them🤭 i know being both child of zeus and champ of hera is hoTTT

warnings : omg i didnt cursed ig??

- he's scared

- you're the children of most feared two gods

- you have your fathers powers and hera's rage

- you weren't the best go to option in becoming friends for the campers

- that's why percy thought he was doomed when he saw you two spared for the sword practice

- but it didn't go the way he planned

- you did fight good and kicked his ass, don't get me wrong

- but you were so kind afterwards

- "you okay? did i accidently zapped you or something?"

- my man was shocked

- "n-no thanks, im okay."

- "your stands are too open by the way."

- normally he would be annoyed

- and overthink

- but right now he wanted to be close to you

- and give a little show to the camp, about two children of the big three is practicing together

- "can you fix me?"

- percy 'smooth' jackson everyone

- and, the sweet and kind you, obviously showed him how to stand good

- you were very outgoing and friendly, so it was easy for you two become close

- thanks to the fates or aphrodite, next day was his turn in the cabin check

- and luckily for him, you were assigned together

- "hey jackson."

- "wassup l/n."

- you both were eachother in different fonts fr

- and people thought you guys would fight already at some point

- but it never happened

- the more percy got close to you, the more he realised you were more like hera

- even though you're just her champion

- you hated zeus and didn't wanted to be his stereotypical child

- and percy definetly sees that

- you had your dads good (suprisingly he has a few) traits thats all

- like how you were a natural leader, and you can get competitive when you need to

- and think fast during attack

- but the other was just hera

- you were so motherly, even to percy

- "the weather will be cold, i can feel it. put a sweater on."

- jason doesn't know how you both become besties this easy but he wasn't complaining

- yeah he joked around and said don't date but like he shipped you guys from the start

- he'd love to have percy as brother in law fr

- percy eventually developed a crush on you because of how your characters matched

- you both loved pegasus riding for example

- and surfing

- you would blow a cold wind towards him when the weather is too hot

- and he'd make the water more warmer if it's too cold for you

- little things like that made you develope (is this how you spell?) a crush too

- after coming back from tartarus, percy didn't liked making things wait and he immediatly started to work on a confession plan

- he wanted to impress you, because you were the daughter of the king of the gods

- also his wife's champion

- you were olympus' princess fr

- no matter how much he tried, he didn't get the chance

- he made blackjack shape the clouds as hearts, but whenever he tried to say something someone appeared

- or you had to go because someone called you

- he tried like this for two weeks

- and then he started to get anxious and tired of it

- so when you both sat on the zeus cabin's roof, percy confessed

- "the stars are reall-"

- "im in love with you"

- your shock appeared in the sky and you accidently struck a lightning

- "wHAT-"

- my boy decided to never suprise you that night

- but you both started dating obvi

- POWER

- COUPLE.

- zeus is a hater but who cares

- hera is too but she is happy as long as you're happy

- and besides, percy's fatal flaw is loyalty so what could possibly go wrong?

- you two always pick eachother during quests

- and you guys fight in harmony

- you're in the wind i'm in the water fr

- katara and aang is that u???

- percy often tries to impress you

- because you're so unintentionally cool

- but you always wave him off by saying 'you can trip and fall but i'd still find you hot'

- and he blushes like a little girl

- your emotions are always mirrors the weather in camp

- so he tries his best to make you happy

- because once you made a rainbow when he gifted you a hand made paper flower

- idk how dont ask

- you often zap percy to remind him that you love him

- like it's your way of saying i love you

- and he splashes you in return

- you both have so much fun together

- long story short

- u guys are the coolest fr

#I AM THINKING AN IDEA FOR THIS REQUEST FOR WEEKS NOW #I AM SORRY THIS SUCKS #I COULDNT THINK A SINGLE THING #😪#percy jackson #perseus jackson x you #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #pjo show #percy x you

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mrsshabana · 7 months

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So I'm gonna try to keep this short lol, but with the tattoo thing I asked last time 😅...id love a story on it. Heres an idea I had and I'd love to see where you take it. So I'd imagine if its a girl he's never seen before but she knows about him buuut when meeting things don't go so great for her.... he ends up attacking her and has hes getting ready to kill her while having her pinned on the ground he notices the tattoo of him on his arm.. I really wanna see where you go with the rest in a full on story I'd love to read it!! Cause your writings are amazing and I love reading them.

𝑮𝒚𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎

✧ CW: GN!reader x Gyutaro

✧ AN: So, this is hard because I'm trying to think of a way that someone could have a tattoo of Gyutaro (knowing of him, but having this be a first meeting) but still have it be canon. It's as if canon Gyutaro was thrown into the modern world. Let's just ignore the fine details and I can make this work. I pretty much ended up basing this version of Gyutaro on tumblr Gyutaro.

✧ WC: 707

How the hell did you manage to get into this situation? Most people would kill to be in your place, but this truly wasn't your intention. You hadn't planned on stumbling across the one guy you may have a tiny obsession over. But that's not all, did I mention he's also a demon with an unquenchable thirst for human blood? It should've made you think twice before crushing on him so hard.

But now you find yourself in a predicament, pinned against the cold, wet asphalt. With Gyutaro's body hovering above you, holding your arms down so you can't fight back.

It was all a coincidence really, he thought you looked tasty and he was feeling hungry so, why not?

He took you down easy enough. Hell, you weren't even putting up a fight! Just staring at him with those big doe eyes of yours. He leans in closer, ready to indulge in such an easy meal. Maybe he'll tear off your arm and enjoy the melody of your pained screams.

But as he leans in closer to your arm, ready to tear you apart, he sees a familiar face.

"Is that...? Me?!" He thinks to himself, "There's no way this lady has a tattoo of me."

He leans in even closer, closing his mouth and squinting his eyes. He scoffs and his lips curl in disgust.

"What's wrong with you?" he says coldly, sitting up but still straddling your waist so you can't get away.

"E-Excuse me?" you whimper. Not sure if you're overwhelmed by the fact that he was about to kill you or that you're so close to your crush.

"The fuck is wrong with you lady?!" He yells in annoyance, "You fuckin' got me tattooed on your skin?" He roughly grabs your arm and lifts it, showing you the tattoo as if you haven't seen it already.

"I um..." it takes you a moment to compose your words, too embarrassed by his harsh judgement. You don't want him to think ill of you. This isn't the first impression you wanted!

Taking a deep breath, you finally speak, "I did. I got a tattoo of you... because you're my favorite guy."

He sits there in silence, raising his brow quizzically.

"Tsk- What an utter disgrace you are. Ruining your perfect skin with something as unsightly as my face" he scoffs and releases your arm from his grasp, "pathetic."

His harsh words put you on the verge of tears. Maybe you were dumb for thinking he'd actually like it. You sit there, letting the weight of his judgment bear down on you. But then you realize, he doesn't hate the tattoo, he just hates himself.

"Gyutaro, that's not true at all!" You grab his wrist just as he was getting off of you, "I got this tattoo because I thought it was beautiful! Every time I see it I can't help but smile. It makes me happy, and there's nothing I rather look at every day for the rest of my life."

His eyes widen, and his lips close into a slight frown. Your words have really caught him off guard, no one has ever said such a thing to him. For a moment he questions if you really mean it. But you must if you went through the trouble of actually getting that tattoo.

Gyutaro's body moves on it's own as he leans forward and embraces you in a tight hug. He doesn't understand why, but when you said that to him it made him want to be closer to you. His heart skipped a beat and he felt as light as air.

It was a good feeling. Something he's never experienced before.

"Oh!" you gasp when he hugs you. You're just as surprised as he is by his actions, but of course it's something you welcome. Wrapping your arms around him, laying your cheek against his shoulder.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He doesn't know what comes after this, or what he should do. But he knows that he will ingrain your scent into his memory. Because he's never going to let go of the human that made him feel beautiful for the first time.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gender neutral reader #kny x gender neutral reader #kny x reader #replies

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pupyuj · 8 months

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Stalker Yujin who's an absolute virgin loser who gets a hard on when you linger your finger on her for too long

Writes little letters to you but never sends them cause she's too shy :((

And when she finally approaches you she gets so shaky and shy to the point she stutters with almost every word...

Gets really flustered when you talk back and put your hand on her thigh asking her what's wrong that she accidentally gets hard!!

Don't worry you're there to help tho ^^

(Can I be the 🪼 anon?)

i'm telling ya'll, yujin will never beat the lewser puppy allegations... i love asks like these cuz they really just feed my stupid yuj agenda like :(( shes just so.. WHY ARE YOU DUMB (lovingly) 🥺🥺 and thank you for the ask 🪼 anon!

but like what if you guys went wayyyy back as in knowing each other in the past... yuj in high school having a low social status and kinda gets bullied sometimes bcs she never had the will to fight back :(( she starts crushing on you after you defended her from some jocks and picked her stuff up from the floor, n you walked her to class too just to make sure no one can bother her on the way there, you were so sweet 💔💔 but then some years passed and you were reunited in your senior year in university after you transferred to whatever school she was in,,, you don't really remember her, but oh does she remember you 😳

yujinnie who makes sure that she doesn't lose a glimpse of you ever again so she follows you around the hallways while you're walking to class,, it seems like you only got prettier as the years went by,, longer hair, beautiful eyes, sweet smile, and that pretty voice... sometimes yujin masturbates thinking about you, you know. she got so happy when she saw you again after years that she spent a whole night jerking herself off while you were in her head 😣 how she wished you were there pleasuring her instead... you were too pretty to not be constantly fucked silly!!!

about the letter thing... i imagine yujin would constantly try to be romantic and write you poems and confess her feelings n stuff but sometimes she thinks with her dick so she just ends up messing it all up bcs she started writing about how she wants to fill your holes with her cum.. weird little loser.

sjsdhkdndh your paths finally crossing at a mixer... you managing to escape some people who have gotten high out of their mind.. choosing to hide in a bathroom bcs you figured that every other room was occupied with horny people having sex,, only to find this cute girl with a big hoodie and comically huge glasses squirming as she sat on the toilet,,, she looked liked she was in pain and ofc being the only normal person around, you kneeled down and asked her if she was okay,,,

yujin blushing so hard bcs she was finally seeing you up close,, her closing her legs bcs she doesn't want you to see her hard on but your hand was on her knee bcs you wanted to see her face :(( you were touching her forehead, but she wasn't sick... maybe she was injured? but she looked really healthy!! yujin meeting your eyes for the first time and it clicks in your head that holy shit it's the same girl from high school sksdjikhkd 😭😭

you knew she was still a loser cuz she looked like it so you asked how the fuck she got in this crazy ass party,, and she said she.. followed you??? thank god she was fucking cute or else you would have been out the door immediately!! then you were asking her why the fuck does she look like she needs an ambulance bcs she was sweating, and she was warm... and she tells you that it's because you look so good in your outfit??? what the fuck does that even—

oh.

"what the heck, yujin-ah," omg you remembered her name? ...yeah that didn't help her little situation at all. "you should've told me right away." but maybe you will 🤭

sjhfjcncknsk yujinnie nearly suffering a heart attack when you pulled off her pants and boxers,,,, her cock in display for you,, giving her length little kisses, sometimes licking her slit bcs you loved the way she sounded when she whimpered,,, ugh you can't even deepthroat or anything bcs yujin was so big :(( but the loser knew nothing about any of this, she was a fucking virgin,, so even when you were just sucking off not even half of her cock, she still felt like it was heaven 😵‍💫😵‍💫

she comes a bit quick of course... her cum spilling all over your lips, licking it off her cock while staring up at her,, oh yujin was so hot leaning back and breathing heavily like that :((( hehe.. even if she's a virgin, she's still a perv who watched porn and imagined that it was you and her on the screen... so yujinnie definitely gets the courage to bend you over the sink and breed your sweet cunt after she recovered <333

#🪼 anon #ive smut #ive imagines #ive x reader #ive x fem reader #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin imagines #girl group smut #girl group imagines #girl group x reader

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piglet26 · 5 months

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Star Wars Rewatch: TROS

Oh, God.

Palpatine come back and ruining Anakin Skywalker's redemption. Why? How? Cloning, okay, so this Palpatine isn't the real Palpatine?!

We get to see Supreme Leader Kylo Ren for about 4 minutes before he's immediately benched by Palpatine as co-pilot. Why? I get they didn't want Kylo Ren as the big bad, but this is just lazy writing.

Green goblin, I remember you don't last long.

R2D2, they never wash him or nothing?

Maybe the First Order should win. They take hits and keep on knocking. They take losses and recovered, quickly and well. They always seem to have intelligence from somewhere. In short, they are competent.

Poe and Finn, have a great dynamic.

Rey is finally training for everyone who had a boner for two movies about her having a rocky fight montage.

They moment where Ren is praying over Darth Vader's mask and his mind bridges with Rey is a great reminder that these two are connected.

This film did something most franchise should never, it responded to criticism in real time.

Poe, you fucked up Han's ship. Stop attacking like she doesn't have a reason to be annoyed. Also, Rey is currently the sole Jedi in the galaxy, she should be training, not running off on every errand you have to do.

Colin Travano (whatever his name is) I wouldn't have wanted his script. Like at all. Poe and Rey do have chemistry though and you can tell they enjoy needling one another. It's just not endgame.

That Finnrey hug was awkward. It's a church hug with their butts sticking out. I'm Reylo to the core, but I have place for FinnRey in my heart. They're soulmates in a different way than Reylo is. Also, Daisy Ridley and John B are adorable and you can tell they enjoy working together.

In a flawed film, Rose Tico being sidelined was a wise decision.

Rey, Poe, Finn, Chewie and 3PO are cute. JJ Adams did seem to love friendships developing and for the third film we needed to see all these characters together on an adventure.

Kylo Ren is forging this dumb ass mask again. Look it worked initially, character wise and so forth, but at this point?! He smashed it and moved past the need for it. The audience liked that he smashed it. We have to see his face for emotional scenes. Why is it back? Oh I know! Because JJ Adams good juvenile friend was sad his mask wasn't in the film anymore. General Hux and Kylo are magically little bottle of goodness. We got so little.

We leave one planet for another planet but I keep forgetting what planet we're on. Title cards too much to ask?

Ren is actually pursuing Rey or The Scavenger because yes he wants her for himself. but he also wants to protect her from Palpatine. Their first force bond......... yeah. I've read the novelization so I understand it's been a minute since they've seen one another, but if I just watched the movie would I have known that? No. There is much they saying yet it's stiff and doesn't make much sense without context.

General Pryde. Why did we need him when we have General Hux?

I think Billie D Williams filmed all his scenes sitting down. He looks happy to be there but tired as hell.

Race through the desert of Pasaana. I like it. This crew does work and it feels like a fun adventure. There are cute, whitty moments between all of them and it works.

She heals a snake - Two halves of the dyad should only have been able to heal one another, but here we are.

The Trio and Co find the evil sith ship or whatever. The Knights of Ren gotta walk while Ren is flying. Ren tries to run down Rey, again this make sense in the novelization and not at all in real life. After Rey injures his planes, he crashes and the majestic prince emerges out of the flames. Seriously?! Why the hell are you covering this guy up?!

In a rip off of The Last Jedi we get a tug-o-war scene between the ship Chewie is on. It's not as great, but it's a good scene and we see how Rey's powers have grown. We know it's a waste of time though. They're evenly matched. It's a nice surprise when the lighting shoots out. Okay, I don't mind her being a Palpatine. I mind the retconning. I mind Palpatine magically coming back.

Rey confesses to Finn about her dream of her and Kylo Ren on the Sith Throne. Where? We would have liked to have seen this.

This is a nice FinnRey scene. Despite her display of "dark power", her killing Chewie presumably, Finn doesn't look at her any different. She's still Rey to him. He's patient and present and she describes her challenges. We still don't acknowledge Finn is force sensitive. Why isn't he training with Rey?

We are blazing through this movie. That's part of the problem we're just pushing plot points at this point. The movie needs to be more selective about slowing down and concentrating on character development. Something painfully lacking in this film. Even the Reylo scenes are about pushing the plot forward rather than pushing the characters forward.

3PO actually has a storyline this movie. Good for him. Look secondary characters in a trilogy, you get your moments and it ain't gonna be every film.

Zorri and Babu are nice additions. I like Zorri and the fact that Ren kicking her ass actually made her like her. Women supporting women. Were Zorri and Poe a thing. What's a spice runner? A space drug dealer?

Rey's social skills lack a bit. but she's great with Droids.

Wait, Chewie and Ren were both on Ren's Destroyer and they didn't even have a scene together?! Chewie's like an uncle to Ren.

Ren, show up in your boss ass destroyer to get your girl.

Standout lines -

Poe: 3PO! Move your metal ass.

3PO: How dare you we just met.

Finn, Poe and Chewie cowboying through the destroyer. Nice scene, doomed for failure I'm afraid.

Second Reylo forceskype is exposition. First real Reylo scene is exposition. Hey, movies gotta get it done haha but Ren literally is like here's the plot of the movie and everything you've been confused on up until this point. I will say watching the progression of the force bond that their spaces are now physically bleeding into one another. Nice touch. It's also nice to see what they each see when looking at one another through the force bond.

General Hux is the spy. Could've gone farther with this. RIP Dawg

Another FinnRey scene where you begin to understand Rey is pissed off and darker than possibly Finn thought.

Palpatine and Ren scene. I'm so annoyed Palpatine is in this movie.

We meet a ragtime band on horses surprise their former stormtroopers. All of them. From the same company. Sure Jan.

Seeing the death star again, so odd and doesn't look a thing like the original. We see scavenger Rey again.

Reylo fights again because Rey is the denial queen and she's free to take out her aggression on Ren. He likes feral Rey. In another less PG film, they've fought and then boned, but Leia died. Also, Dark Rey.... I'm here for it. Mostly cause it looks cool.

The film makers did the best they could with Carrie's Fisher passing. I thought they handled it with class and dignity while incorporating it into the film.

After Leia's passing and Rey healing it. Ren in his ever presented conflict nature overlooks the water when his father appears. It's poignant and character driven scene. It's beautiful scene about the enduring love of a parent. A flawed parent but a loving one nonetheless. Ben had two of those and he seems to finally understand that now.

Poe has a good scene with Leia's body about being a leader. Something that, despite all the bravado, he finally admits he doesn't know how to do. This would've been a great scene with her alive. Part of the issue people have the sequel trilogy of the lack of respect paid for previous generations. As if they are flawed and bigoted. On screen and off screen. A scene where Finn, Poe or Rey paid respect for the accomplishments of previous generations. Their courage and their bravery. Billie D. feels like just a stand-in.

Palpatine army blows up yet another planet. yawn.

Finn is a general bestow as such by Poe. Good choice. Sanitation worker aside no one knows more about The First Order than someone who was a stormtrooper. Finn reveals Palpatine wanted Rey alive...... then why tell Ren to kill her? Because if Rey didn't go dark then Ren was the fall back or vice versa?

So far it's not a bad film, just a disappointing film. The stuff that made my blood boil is about to come.

Rey isolates herself on Acht-to, burns the ship and we see ghost Luke. Why? She saw herself on the dark throne and she's afraid of herself. This might have meant something. At one point. It just feels like a retcon at this point. She's a Palpatine but Leia and Luke didn't care? Then what the hell were you worried about Ben for? If blood and legacy means nothing.

I'm not one of those people that need everything in a movie to make sense. It's also a space fantasy film, but damn.

Rey leads the Resistance to Exegol, she just doesn't know it. That was handy. No, really the way the movie sliced that together worked very well. Poe and Finn make a great speech about the resistance. Not as rousing as I'd like.

Exegol being the basis for the Sith religion is actually really cool. Wish we could've learned more. Empress Palpatine sounds like a boss ass name.

I hate everything about the ending of this film.

Rey once again goes into the enemy territory without a plan. The resistance doesn't really have one either except gumption.

Ben Solo is back! He's great. He's a hero. He's got great hair. He's likeable. We haven't seen him for 20 minutes, he doesn't say a word except "Ow" We have a beautiful Reylo moment where we Rey and Ben see each other through the Force Bond and she looks at Ben with such relief, joy and love that he's there with her. Ben fight like hell to get to her. This is it! Bendemption. We've waited three films for this. Then they tossed him off a cliff.

While it's a great scene of Rey listening to the previous Jedi's and rising up. I'm so confused how the dyad coming together empowers the devil. Ben has been made completely irrelevant.

I mean, we got a Reylo Kiss! It was epic and then it was over. We were lucky to get that considering Disney started to shy away from Reylo due to all the "controversy" I just hate this so we'll move on.

The hug was nice!

Rey Skywalker?

And that's that

#reylo #ben solo #star wars #finnrey #rey skywalker #rey star wars #kylo ren #kylo x rey #ben solo deserved better #rey nobody

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simpforchuchu · 2 months

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War of Hearts ⎮2

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For Fujio, stupid plans were quite normal. But what no one expected was that Fujio included Yuuka in this stupid plan.

He looked towards the school from Suzuran's outer door and smiled at the young girl.

"Yuuka-chan, are you ready?"

Yuuka smiled at her leader and nodded, knowing it was too late now. She rolled up her jacket sleeves and followed Fujio as he started to climb the stairs.

The school was quite big. There were students and junk everywhere. Some were fighting. Others had noticed the two and were trying to figure out who they were.

Fujio ignored the looks and went out to the main courtyard, while Yuuka was looking around because she knew what was going to happen.

After a while of observation, Fujio shouted at the two young boys upstairs.

"Hey! Is Raoh around?!"

Above, two young boys with long hair and with the masked were looking at Fujio as if he was crazy. The long-haired one laughed mockingly when Fujio said he wanted to meet Raoh.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Fujio Hanaoka, and this one is Yuuka-chan."

When eyes turned to Yuuka, she slightly raised her hand and saluted.

The long-haired one got serious

"Do you have any idea where you are?"

Yuuka didn't like the looks of those around her at all. She wasn't sure if they could get out of here unscathed. With Fujio's answer, it didn't take long for those around him to attack him.

Yuuka did not join the fight until someone came towards her, after fighting a few people who attacked her, she looked at Fujio in surprise as a boy jumped from above.

"Fujio!"

Fujio stopped the young girl with his hand, looked at his opponent, and smiled.

"Yuuka-chan, I'll take care of this. You stay there!"

Yuuka didn't make a move. She started watching the two fight silently. She could see that the messy-haired boy was quite strong. Even someone as strong as Fujio had a hard time fighting him. Also, the blows he received didn't seem to hurt him.

After the fight continued for a while, another pony-tailed boy came and Yuuka couldn't stand it any longer. She stepped forward and got behind her leader. But before the fight started again, the long-haired one stopped them.

Yuuka could tell that these few people were quite powerful. The harsh attitude of the one with the ponytail and the crazy personality of the one with the messy hair made her blood boil a little more.

"Grab a ticket and wait for your turn."

Yuuka brought her attention back to him with Mashii's sentence. Fujio was as surprised as her. He even showed his stupidity and asked where he could buy the ticket.

But at that moment, the ponytailed one tried to kick Fujio hard

"Oi!"

When Yuuka screamed in fear, Fujio looked at the boy whose kick he stopped with his hand and smiled.

"Pretty good, but as not as good as Dorokki"

Mashii laughed and told Fujio that he wouldn't forget him, he looked impressed. Yuuka was looking at the other two angrily.

Fujio called out to the young girl, saying "Let's go", but Yuuka didn't want to leave without giving another nasty look at Suzuran. Maybe she wasn't as strong as Fujio, but she was definitely not a coward.

~*~*~*~*~

"Suzuran is really interesting!"

Yuuka rolled her eyes at the boy next to her and patted him on the back.

"Ouch! Why did you hit me, Yuuka-chan?"

"Todoroki is really right about I shouldn't listen to you!"

Yuuka shook her head when Fujio gave a dramatic look.

"What we did was really dangerous Fujio- Hey are you even listening to me?"

When the young girl noticed that Fujio was looking somewhere, she turned her gaze in that direction. A tall young boy was climbing the stairs, followed by a shorter one. As Fujio whispered "Raoh", the short guy turned to them and started shouting.

"I haven't seen you before! Where are you from ?!"

Yuuka thought she had to do something to prevent a fight from breaking out. If that person was Raoh, things could end very badly. Of course, Fujio would be happy, but they didn't know what kind of person he was. When Yuuka looked at them, she made eye contact with the tall guy, but the tall guy acted early.

"Kansuke!"

When he called the short one with his loud voice, the boy shouted at Fujio for a while and left.

Fujio looked after them for a while, then looked at the young girl and smiled. Yuuka replied nervously

"Oh no! Don't tell me you have some stupid plan again!"

Of course he had a stupid plan. Fujio always did stupid things. But Yuuka didn't stop him, thinking his plan was less dangerous this time. While Fujio went to Housen, Yuuka wanted to go back to school. This morning's chaos was enough for her, she went to the cafe near the school to fill her stomach.

~*~*~*~*~

While Housen was introducing the members of the Raoh faction to Fujio, Suzuran was in complete chaos after Fujio and Yuuka's visit. Other factions were arguing with the Raoh Faction. Nishiya Faction was especially disturbed by this situation.

Binzo couldn't stand the noise anymore and silenced them by shouting.

"How many of you have the guts to show up at Housen or Oya by yourself?! Not one of you, right?!!"

Magoroku later joined him.

"Aside from Housen's Sachio Ueda, they were the only ones! That by itself deserves respect!"

Finally, Mercy spoke and intimidated everyone.

"They came to see Raoh, that makes them our guests. Leave them to us!"

As Mercy headed for the stairs, the voices started to get louder again, but he didn't care. He called out to Kamui

"Oya High's Fujio Hanaoka and Yuuka Akashi, see what you can find out!"

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #hnl #high and low the worst #high and low the worst x #oya high #oyakoh #oya high school #shoji sameoka #Sameoka shoji

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jaegerisim · 9 months

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PT1

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TW: internalized homophobia, manipulation, panic attacks and mileven making out (sorry y'all, it's for the plot and this the last chapter they'll do it. I pinky promise 😔 we'll get onto the Henderhop the next chapter 😀).

Also the whole diary thing in this chapter I've ripped off of the actual HP lore. 🥲 I also ripped off the whole byler fight from the s3 fight. 😞😞😞

Will was not especially happy to board on the Hogwarts Express unlike his future sister, El, who was bouncing up and down with excitement. Will had gotten to know her over the summer and despite his initial jealousy, he liked her a lot. She was sweet and caring with shoulder-length brown hair and big eyes.

Will really couldn't blame her for being so joyful, she was dating Mike after all, the most loving and perfect human-being ever and as her brother, he was happy for her. Yet, whenever he saw them together or heard them talk over the phone, his guts burnt with jealousy. El was a constant reminder of how Mike would never be his to love.

Normally sitting in a compartment with his friends would make Will happy but lately being with them made him feel alone.

Thus, the train ride had been, in Will's humble opinion, absolutely miserable. With Mike and El, in the seat next to him, not being able to stop kissing for 5 fucking minutes and Mike constantly shoving Will against the window to make room for their gross make-out session. To make matters worse, in the seat in front of him, Max and Lucas were loudly arguing but every 7 insults, they'd began to make-out sloppily.

It was as if both couples were in an intense competition of who could gross Will out more. Mike and El were clearly winning because at least Lucas and Max kiss lovingly while Mike and El just, ew.

Will was growing bored and he he'd brought his wizards chess set on board since it was one of his favorite games. Mike loved it too, and so maybe he wanted to play. Will remembered fondly how the both of them used to play it in Mike's basement. Secretly, Mike's basement felt more like home to Will than the house in which he lived. Since in Mike's basement he felt safe and mostly, loved.

So Will tapped Mike's shoulder in a poor attempt to draw his attention away from El. He was met with Mike huffing annoyed.

"Mike, do you wanna play wizards chess?" Will offered with a small smile.

"But now's not the time" complained Mike, throwing his head back.

"Is it? Is it not the time, Michael?" interrupted Will.

"Well, can I at least kiss El one last time?" giggled Mike.

"Oh, God." Max facepalmed.

Mike kissed El and reluctantly began to play. He constantly rolled his eyes, huffed and complained. Will tried to not feel hurt by his best friend's behavior but when Mike began to mock the game, something inside Will snapped.

"Fine! You win! Congratulations!" Will sneered as he got up from his seat, to leave.

"Will, I was just messing around!" Mike tried to stop Will from leaving but the other boy wasn't taking it. "Let's finish for real!"

"Just forget it Mike" sighed Will packing up the wizards chess.

"But I want to keep playing, ok?"

"I said forget it Mike, okay?" Will exclaimed "I'm going outside"

Mike put himself in between Will and the door.

"Move!" growled Will, pushing Mike and brushing passed him.

"Will, come on! You can't leave!" floundered Mike.

Bet, thought Will with bitterness.

"Listen, I said I was sorry, all right? It's a really cool game! I'm just busy with other stuff right now." Mike was clearly trying to excuse his actions but Will wasn't having it.

"Yeah, Mike, that's the problem: you guys are always busy and you're ruining The Party."

Will was finally getting to say all those things he'd felt over the the last month but hadn't told anyone out of fear. Out of fear of hurting Mike, but now Will couldn't give a fuck about Mike and his stupid feelings.

"That's just not true!" Mike shot defensively.

"Really? Where's Dustin now?" Will asked crossing his arms over his chest.

Mike remained silent as he pursed his lips.

Will asked this fully conscious Mike wouldn't know. Dustin was hanging out with Steve, someone who Dustin had bonded with over the summer. Will knew this because his brother Jonathan was Steve's boyfriend, and had told Will, Dustin tagged along on many of the couple's dates.

"See? You don't even know and you don't even care." Will spat "And obviously he doesn't either and I don't blame him. You're ruining everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?"

Will shouldn't have called El stupid, he knows but in the heat of the moment and with all the bubbling anger he felt, he couldn't care less.

"El's not stupid! It's not my fault you don't like girls!" Mike yelled.

That felt like a blow in the gut, leaving Will breathless and trembling. This meant he was weak and men shouldn't be weak (or so his father had taught him and Jonathan). Still, as much as it hurt, he wouldn't cry. At least not in front of Mike.

Mike must have known he fucked up because his voice became softer and quieter.

"Look, I'm not trying to be a jerk, ok?" Mike whispered but Will scoffed. "But we're not kids anymore, I mean, what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were gonna sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?''

Something in the way Mike said it sounded almost desperate and pleading.

"Yeah, I guess I did." hissed Will with venom and ironically Mike seemed more heartbroken than the brunet.

Will turned around on his heel and ran away towards the bathroom, trying to swallow the lump of rage he felt in his throat.

He truly was alone, he has no one to go to. He really didn't feel like going to his brother or mother and Robin was probably annoying (read: flirting with) Nancy.

When he opened the door and entered the bathroom, he sat under the sink and curled on himself. His breathing grew heavy as he repeated "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid" over and over like some sick mantra, until someone gently tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up and saw Professor Creel looking at him concerned.

"Will? Are you ok?" the teacher asked sitting down next to Will.

"No, not really, Professor." he answered. He felt comfortable with Professor Creel, he was the head of Will's house, after all.

"Call me Henry." smiled the blond "Not feeling too good, huh? Well, I can't have Slytherin's best Beater not feel good, now can I?"

Will chuckled feeling proud. At least someone seemed to appreciate his Quidditch skills.

"You know when I feel sad I like to write about it in my diary. Here, I'm gonna give you this notebook so that you can use it as a diary, ok?"

Henry handed him a black notebook.

"Um, yeah, ok. Cool" Will took the notebook and held it gingerly.

"Well, I best be off. I was having quite the discussion with Professor Argyle about a muggle herb called cannabis." smiled Henry.

Will didn't care about Mike saying Henry was untrustworthy, Henry was a great person who cared about Will unlike Mike, his former best friend.

Henry got up and left the bathroom leaving Will alone, once again.

Since Will had nothing else to do he decided to go inside the nearest stall, sit down and write something in the diary. So he took out the spare quill and ink he always had on himself. After all, he was an artist.

"Hello, my name is Will Byers." he wrote.

His writing disappeared and instead another message appeared.

Hello Will, I'm 001.

Will stared at the notebook in shock.

"Are you alive?" Will wrote, quickly.

You could say that, yes. I'm a trapped consciousness inside of this diary, more precisely. Still, I once was a Hogwarts student, which I’m guessing you are, right?

“Yes, I’m from the Slytherin house and starting my third year!” he corresponded.

I was a Slytherin too, the best house. If I do say so myself.

Will chuckled, was Slytherin truly the best house? Everyone seemed to despise them. Yeah, there were a couple of assholes in the house, like Billy and Troy, but weren’t there assholes in every house?

Will could name a few ones out of the top of his head: Steve, a Gryffindor, used to be an asshole until Jonathan and him got into a fistfight; Fred Benson, a Ravenclaw, had apparently done some pretty fucked up stuff too; Jason Carver, another Gryffindor, was notorious for being extremely stuck up and throwing wild parties in the boy’s dorm (there were also rumors of him cheating on his girlfriend, poor Chrissy Cunningham, with several girls).

"Well, do you mind if I tell you something? You can’t tell anyone, though.” Will scribbled in his cursive writing.

Sure. Who would I tell anyways?

“Ok, well the thing is that….” Will recounted what happened with Mike and the further in the story, the tighter he gripped his quill. When he finished, he waited to see 001’s response:

That kid sounds like such an ass, not gonna lie. You should really stop considering him your best friend. Best friends don’t treat you like absolute garbage.

Will pondered this, and really, 001 was right.

This “conversation” kept on going for the rest of the train ride and school year. Will avoided The Party, except Max, at all costs and constantly run away to “talk” with 001 (much to Mike’s disgust and jealousy).

The year went by swiftly until the very last week of June, during which, Billy had begun a fire in the Forbidden Forest in a desperate attempt to break up Max and Lucas. Fortunately, neither Lucas or Max had been harmed but Billy died. The fire was known as The Great Fire of ‘85 and it left Max completely devastated. Mostly, because her step-brother had tried to murder her and Lucas for being an interracial couple. This left her with a huge emotional burden she’d only told Will.

Thanks to 001 he’d realized that he didn’t need to be friends that weren’t from his own house. 001 had taught Will new and more powerful spells, he’d also taught Will about how being a Slytherin mean being the best.

Now, Will was determined for Max to meet 001, his other best friend, and for him to teach Max all the things he’d taught Will. So he asked a delighted Professor Creel for another notebook for Max, who reluctantly accepted it. After a day of using it, she admitted to having loved the present.

Max and Will liked to gush about 001’s appearance and while Will imagined him as a handsome man, Max imagine him as a sickly old man. They loved their new friend and thought that 001 was the only friend they needed.

In their innocence, they both believed to have met an angel or even god, when they’d actually made a deal with the devil.

#Yeah I wrote malooban make out session thru Will’s pov just to slander them #Sue me #also pray for madwise cuz my babies be making a big mistake ngl #Madwise moments >>>#I had to include the rain fight ok?#Mike is just a confused teenager ok?#I’m a Mike apologist #he gonna suffer the next chapter m’kay?#I’m warning y’all now #BILLY SLANDER MY BELOVES #IT PHYSICALLY PAINED ME TO NOT WRITE BILLYS DEATH SO INCLUDED IT AND USED IT AS A CONVENIENT PLOT DEVICE #every time I mention Billy’s racism I get +20 years of life back #Also fun fact #i wanted to include a part in which Will mentions that Chrissy cheated on Jason with Robin but then secretly began to date Vickie #In the end it didn’t fit and I cut it out but i wanted y’all to know #byler #will byers #byler brainrot #mike wheeler #byler au #byler fanfic #byler ficlet #byler angst #byler fic #madwise #el hopper #lucas sinclair #STONATHAN AND RONANCE ARE MY BABIES AND I WILL GO DOWN WITH THEM 🔥🔥🔥🔥#harry potter byler au

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kurosstuff · 2 years

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I don't know if you watched it but I have a Natasha Romanoff x Wife Reader request that's pure heartbreak and angst that takes place in the What If zombies episode/ universe

Pure heartbreak angst you say? Ok bet- also I watched it once don't remember a whole lot

Also idk how to write fight scenes

Also putting this on my Ao3 so if you want you can read it there instead- here's a link if you wanna read it there instead

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42440733

Warning(s): zombies so yeah- very descriptive at some parts on what zombies do, violence, detailed death, gore, not a happy ending

Natasha Romanoff x Wife!Reader (what if: zombies)

Natasha held your hand. Looking up at the stars. A gentle smile on her face full of life. A look if younger you saw would have thought this was a complete stranger. Someone who looked like Agent Romanoff. But it wasn't some stranger- nor was it apart of some undercover mission.

This is the real unmasked Natasha

Someone who was always tense on edge for anything to happen- was relaxed- looking over at you Natasha grinned leaning against your shoulder

"I love you" she smiled brightly. Biting her lip she looked down at your hand in hers- touching the ring on your finger

"I love you more" kissing the top of her head you leaned against it gently.

"Impossible"

It was the beginning of the end- no one knew it yet. Everyone was happy, cheering- you married the woman you loved. Your guys life was happy and full, nothing could go wrong.

Until it did.

It was like someone dropped a pin in a quiet room disrupting the place- one so big it left a huge impact on not just a small group.

But everyone alive

It was supposed to be a quick misson. Just figure out about the odd attacks in the city and get out. It was supposed to be the final mission before you and your wife Natasha's break.

A break for you both to share a home. A break for your life to begin with just one another. To start a family.

"Come on love" Natasha spoke holding your hand, smiling gently "it'll be quick just a quick check around the area then we'll be done" smirking she leaned in close "then we can be alone for our own.. mission"

Before you could respond Tony faked gaged ad he passed you by "ugh.. get it together love birds.

"So here's the plan" Steve spoke standing infront of you all. Standing the same familiar 'I'm Captain America' stance he has. "We get to the city. Find any survivors and figure out the type of damage is going on" looking at every individual person to ensure they were listening to everything he was saying.

"OK. Well everyone sit down and we'll be there in a couple hours."

Once you landed the doors opened. A horrible smell hit you all. Smelled of chemicals and death. Coughing you looked out of the smokey streets.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

It was like a ghost town

Stepping out onto the usually busy street, you all pulled your weapons out incase of anything to go wrong. Looking along the street, care were left stranded either parked or in the middle like some accident happened. Doors were open- windows smashed. Stepping close to one car you noticed blood on the inside and hood of the car

"Guys" you called drawing their attention to you "look at this" Tony who stood closest to you- leaned over to look inside. He sighed softly leaving straight up.

"There's no one inside. Just a lot of blood. To much for someone to survive." He spoke sadly. His eyes glanced down he stopped moving for a moment. "Wait." Walking on the other side of the car you followed close behind clutching the gun in your hand tighter ready if anythinf were to happen. You swallowed the lump in your throat

There was a blood trail from the car to the building beside it.

"Hey. Don't worry it'll be fine" Tony spoke patting your shoulder "lets just check- maybe I was wrong. Maybe someone did survive" walking up to the building he looked back to make sure you were following. "Ok. You go down that hall-" pointing down the left hall. The nerves were hit- a bad feeling sinking in your stomach the longer you stayed in this place but it wasn't so bad knowing a friend was nearby.

"I'll go down that one. Just yell and I'll come running" with that as you rounded the corner you separated from Tony you felt more at ease- going along the hall you glanced at each door before attempting to open it- jammed. Checking another same issue. Huffing you glanced down the hall- seeing a staircase. Walking up it you noticed a door slightly open. You walked to it before slowing down- taking a deep breath you barged in gun pointed incase of an attack- looking around the bedroom it seemed like a mess- the blankets on the bed half off draped on the floor- papers sprung about almost in a rush

A door on the opposite side was locked shut. The deadbolt kept it locked from the inside. Huming you took a glance at the table- some air conditioner hanging out the window- it looks like it might fall at anytime, a book caught your attention- glancing back at the door you came from you lowered your gun.

'Just a peak will be fine'

Picking up the book you stopped- an odd sound came from down the hall- a crunching sound yet- squishy noises were with it. You couldn't put a idea or name of what it could be- placing the book down you pulled your gun.

Stopping in place- you listened for that weird crunching sound to happen again. Going to the door you stopped at the handle. Giving it a moment you took a deep sigh before unlocking thr deadbolt and opening it as quietly as you could. Entering slowly nothing unusual was around- the sound never stopped as you entered out- the wood beneath your feet creaked every now and again. The smell in the room was awful- putting your hand to your mouth for a second to not puck or gag- you cursed under your breath slightly before you looked down the hallway- your gun drawn in defense. It was too dark to see anything grabbing your flashlight from you jacket you switched it on and shun it down. A person was crouched down- their back turned to you, over a laying down body- which looked to be female- stepping closely slowly you saw blood on the person laying down- looking back to the one with their back turned to you their shoulders shook. Like their crying

"..E-excuse me?" You spoke breaking the silence. The figure stopped moving- the noise stopped. They titled their head as if to listen as they slowly stood. "are- are you ok?" Turning sharply you gasped. The horrible sight- Their face bloodied- Jaw looked completely dislocated. Like it was hanging on a thread- bound to snap. Chunks of something on their chin dropped to the floor. Looking down at the laying person- you finally realized what that sound was.

They were eating the woman's face- the skin of her face ripped off- bones broken in. Then the groaning started from the woman. Looking at the person again you swallowed the lump in your throat "Stay right where you are" pointing at the figure the blood dropping onto the floor beneath them. With a groan it sprinted at you like an animal charging towards its prey- to feast upon the prey- you.

Shooting them didn't seem to slow them down even a little bit- not even in the legs- it was as if they either didn't feel it or- who knows what else it could be. Stepping back as it drew near you took another shot-

Click

"What the fuck-" looking down at the gun your heart raced faster- you could hear it in your ears. You're out of bullets. Looking around the room the thing kept getting closer until it reached trying to swipe at you with its mangled arm- continuing to back up and dodge the thing until you hit the wall- "shit" huffing you pulled your knife out aiming when they struck again.

Which they did

Taking the knife you stabbed their arm- didn't even seem to faze them either- "what-" you spoke confused. It leaped for you again before a light beam hit it in the head. Toppling to the floor you heard a sigh

"I told you to yell if you needed any help."

You let a sigh of relief escape you "Oh thank god" walking over to him. Tony was gonna make a joke until he saw how shaken up you were- noticing the concerned look on his face you explained what you saw before he came in.

"Oh shit." Wincing Tony shivered in disgusted "that sounds disgusting" patting your arm comfortingly "don't worry. No face eating guys will eat your face I'll make sure of it."

"..thanks"

"Natasha would kill me"

"She would"

Gently guiding you away from the hall- the mess- Tony brought you to the front- opening the door he held it for you. Standing on the side walk the both of you stayed quiet for a moment to think of what to do next. The obvious answer is to find the others- but how would they go about this matter.

"He-" a rearing noise of something scraping them snapping was heard above you both. Looking up something seemed to be falling- pushing you out of the way Tony landed in a odd way- a Crack was heard in his suit making him scuff in annoyance "Oh come on."

"Wh- what happened?" You spoke pulling him up gently as you could- checking for any injuries you could possibly see on him

"The stupid thing knocked the 'beam' out." Tony replied rolling his eyes playfully from the use of your nickname for his hand repulsors. "I shouldn't have taking this one out before testing it properly.." He mumbled

"You mean to tell me. You brought that new hand beam thing you've been working on. And never tested it..?"

"I am now"

"Look. It's going to be fine." Tony said with a smile- "You'll be fine and get to have so-" red clouded your face- crunching and snapping was heard. Blinking your heartbeat in your ears ran hard- loud. Almost deafening. You didn't see the person yelling for you- or running towards you

Grabing your arm dragging you away the sounds of the groans- screams became static in your ears. With your free hand you reached for your face- a sob broke out of you. Wiping his blood off as much as you could you turned and ran along side the person holding your arm.

"-N! Get a hold of yourself!"

Blinking you glanced beside you Clint was yelling out dragging you along with him. You kept looking straight ahead never taking your eyes off the door as those things charged at you both from behind. The sickening metal breaking from Tony's suit echoed as his screams turned to gurgling noises. You didn't want to think of what that meant

Running in the state you were in you didn't even realize you were in some room- didn't hear someone call for you. You were in such a daze it wasn't until someone brought you into their arms you snapped out of it.

It was Natasha. Pulling away from a second Natasha looked you up and down to make sure you were fine. That there were no injuries. Sighing in relief when she found none

Bringing you into her arms Natasha held you as you sobbed- whispering comforting words to you. Blinking away her tears she pulled back to look at you smiling sadly

"It wasn't your fault."

You sobbed more Natsha held you close- her own tears falling on you once she heard what happened. What those things did to Tony. Clint walked around the room with a grunt trying to find anything that could help scratching his arm harshly as he went.

"Hey sorry to interrupt but have you seen Steve?"

With a solem shake of Natasha's head, Clint didn't want to ask what happened. "He saved me" was all Natasha said before bringing her attention back to her wife- holding you in her arms she rubbed your back. Clint went back to trying to find anything that could help.

"Wait." Natasha spoke pulling back a bit after you slowly stopped sobbing. "I think I saw some papers in the other room. Maybe it can give a clue for whatever the hells happening" pressing a kiss to your check she pulled away fully

"I'll go look. Y/N stay here and help Clint" with that Natasha quickly left the room

It was quiet in the room as you both searched high and low for anything that could help in this situation. Anything to explain why people were eating each other- or at least explain why nothing was stoping them.

"Thank you by the way" you said looking through some drawers a confused hum escaped Clint- looking over at him you dropped the pencil back in closing the drawer "for dragging me here- saving me"

Huming he nodded his head looking over at you "of course. I couldn't just leav-" coughing harshly Clint leaned against the wall groaning in pain holding his arm. Looking over at him you rushed to his side "it's- it's fine" pulling his hand away he looked at the bloody mark on his arm- furrowing his eyebrows in confusion "that uh- guy" swallowing he looked over at you showing the bleeding wound looking closer the indents surrounding it seemed like teeth marks.

"This sick guy I think almost bit my whole ass arm out." Sighing he leaned against the wall closer for more support. "Had a run in before helping you"

"..maybe he had rabies? Or something. You look really pale" you spoke slowly- his face pale sweating badly. "Are you feeling sick?" Moving to feel his forehead he moved out of the way huffing painfully as he did

Glancing at you sadly "Don't- Don't touch me" panting he held his wounded arm tightly to his chest- nodding your head you leaned back holding your hands up. Clint stumbled overhimself panting heavily- he didn't seem to be all there.

"I think I'm just- just hungry" Clint groaned out painfully. Blinking a couple times before he fell hard on the floor. Rushing towards him with a yell you helped him lean on his back. Putting your head to his chest to hear a heartbeat. You waited.

There was none

"NATASHA-" you screamed out- Natasha ran infrom the other room- her face paled at fhe sight of her bestfriend on the ground rushing towards the both of you she reached over to feel a pulse.

"What happened"

"I- I don't know- all the sudden he was in pain from some bite a guy did on his arm then collapsed." Searching around for a pulse. She stopped- tears fell before Natasha started to sob

There was no pulse.

Nothing to show any sighs of Clint being alive.

A slam was heard down the hall. Standing up you looked at the two one last time before rushing to see what was going on- too many of those things that have been attacking you all were in- those dead eyes trained solely on you. They started to run- rushing to the door you slammed it shut- using your body to keep it closed while you locked it.

"Nat- we have trouble" before she could get up something from the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning to face Clint again she waited

Clint moved

"..Clint? Are you alive?" Natasha asked hopefully- slowly walking towards her best friend- he groaned lowly. "Hey- Clint you'll be ok-" reaching him Natasha stopped to glance at you- holding the door as the banging continued-

You had a bad feeling about this.

Reaching a hand out towards him Natasha cleared her throat- before she could touch him Clint jumped up the broken leg cracked making a sickening crunch- you both froze watching him. Turning towards Natasha he leaped- without thinking you rushed forward to grab Natasha yanking her out of the way. Yelling Natasha regained her balance

"CLINT- what are you doing? That's Natasha" you yelled standing infront of her- she stared frozen- Clint moaned painfully walking awkwardly towards you on his broken leg- as if he didn't feel it. As if it wasn't broken. Swiping at you this time Clint jumped forward- putting your hands on his shoulders to push him away the way he moved his head forward uncaring of you pushing him away- the way he moved his mouth

It was like he wanted to bite you.

"STOP THIS CLINT-"

Natasha yanked him away from you- his attention once again on the red head- pointing towards the door "hold that shut." Moving back at the pounding door you didnt take your eyes off the two. "Come on. What the fuck is happening" Natasha spoke tears going down her cheek- she watched her best friend die. Yet here he is- alive and attacking her and her wife. Charging towards her Natasha pulled her dual batons out striking his arms and side- it didn't do anything barely doing anything besides making him move back

Clint tackled Natasha down his face close to her side punching him she winced jumping up- bring a distance from him she glanced at the glass

"I'm so sorry"

Using the broken glass Natasha closed her eyes stabing down on his head- a hopefully quick end- the groaning stopped once she did. Leaning back she looked down at her best friend- the one she failed to protect. The one she killed in the end. Looking at her bloodied hands- she felt disgusted.

"We need to go"

Walking the halls as slowly as you two were seemed to be getting anyone nowhere. It's been at least 3 hours or so since Natasha lost her bestfriend- she was walking infront of you not speaking or making any gesture she was upset she was in work mode but even in her work mode- she seemed tired

"Are you tired?"

Silence

"Maybe we should take a break?"

Silence.

Natasha made no move to respond but at the idea of a quick break- Natasha walked into the room beside the two of you. Following she pointed at the chair in the middle of the room next to a messy desk. Sitting down you watched Natasha walk making sure the whole room was clear.

Natasha came back a moment or so later- silent- she stood infront of you watching you silently- it was clear she was trying to think of some way to voice her thoughts. So you gave her the time to figure it out. A couple minutes later she finally spoke

"You'll go to the tower I'm sure there's someone still there. That place is locked up tight. Tony made sure of it" Natasha spoke leaning against the wall with a huff. "Someone will help you" Turning to face Natasha your eyes narrowed

"You mean both of us are going-"

"I'm not going with this time."

Natasha shook her head- the confusion on your face turned to a look of horror when Natasha sighed shakily moving her jacket showing her bloodied side. Her breath quickened in a daze

"No"

Rushing towards Natasha your eyes stung. Blinking away the tears you refused to let them fall. Not now. Not here. Grabbing her arm you pulled Natasha to sit to look closer at the bite. "It'll be fine. You always pull through"

"You always do"

"Not this time Y/N." Natasha spoke softly- looking you over- looking at all the details of your face- memorizing every marking, every little crease in your face when your gaze shifted- the words you spoke to her slurred in her mind. Natasha can't figure out what your saying to her really.

"I love you" Natasha didn't know if she spoke the words aloud or was just thinking it- but by the way you stopped and looked at her she figured she did say it. Shaking she brought her hand up to your face brushing the tears away- "I love you so much. I want you to know how much you mean to me."

Her chest hurt.

Breathing started to hurt- it felt like she was getting sick. She's been shot and stabbed many times- tortured on many different occasions but none of them hurt as much as it does now- she's leaving you and there's nothing she or anyone can do to stop it. "I think-" wincing in pain she looked up at you "I think this is it for me"

"Don't say that-" you choked- "You'll be fine"

"I-" Turning to face Natasha- who in turn gasped out in pain- "I can't leave you- please" sobbing you held her shaking hands "Natasha you'll be fine!"

Pushing you away the veins around the bite in her side darkened- spreading up working at a fast pace- it wouldn't be long until it fully took over her- no matter how much she tried to fight back.

"What-" clearing your throat you blinked away your tears "what If we.. uh cut the infected area..?" With a shake of her head she shakily pulled the collar of her suit back showing the darkened veins spreading fast past her shoulder.

"Wouldn't work" taking a moment to get her breath again "-anyways. Its on my side" panting in a cold sweat Natasha looked like she was gonna puke.

"I- I feel sick"

Natasha wanted to kiss you- at least one more time but she didn't want to risk the chance of infecting you- so she settled with holding your hand for as much time she can- even if the feeling of your hand in hers made her hand feel like it was on fire. She would deal with it.

"Please. Leave. I- I don't want this for you" Natasha let go of your hand leaning back away- she's starting to feel hungry. Blinking slowly the words you spoke again slurred- she couldn't make out what you were saying but she knew them by heart just like she knew you. You wanted to stay. "No. Leave now. Please. This" gritting her teeth- it's getting harder to hold her limbs back "this is my final wish." Looking at her for a moment- the tears wouldn't stop coming- she couldn't hear what you were saying anymore- the words played of what you'd want to say played but it didn't feel real.

Cause it wasn't.

Her vision started to blur the shape that made up you shook your lips moving yet no sound could be heard "I-" biting her lip harshly she tasted her blood. "I can't hear you" sobbing her heart shattered "I can't see you" panting heavily she shook- "Why can't I see you? Why?" She wasn't sure if what she was saying was actually being said- she can't even hear herself. She can't hear anything but her own mind screaming this to stop- for it to make sense.

"Please." Natasha sobbed her vision going black- she can't make out a single thing "I just want to see you again." The feeling of you on her vanished. She couldn't feel anything. She wasn't sure if she was crying anymore

Was she?

Where was she?

Why does it not hurt anymore?

It became silent as Natasha sat slumped in her seat- her hand in yours became limp- colder then it was a second ago. The cries she let out haunted you- standing up you wiped your tears harshly.

"I love you"

You left without looking back

It's been days since you began walking. Clutching the knife and gun close to you as you walked. Any movement your eyes would train on to make sure it wasn't any of those...things around. You still couldn't figure out how to fight them enough to get away- didn't want to take a chance in a battle with an unknown enemy.

Any fight with the unknown is dangerous- even ones where you can see them but don't know how to actually take them down. Sighing you checked how many bullets you had in your gun.

4 rounds. Then your done.

A knife is good but not good enough to hold your own against those man eating things. Your friend died and came back. Did the same happen to your wife-? To Natasha? Did this thing spread? This.. sickness? Was a virus a better word for this situation.

You stopped walking- groaning noises was heard from behind the truck infront of you. Biting your lip you had two choices. Go around to see what's on the otherside and get to the jet or find another way.

"Fuck it"

What else do you gotta lose anyways. All you have now was the knife and gun in your hands. You prayed everyone else was safe at the tower. And outside of it. Taking a deep breath you turned to go around the truck. A handful of those man eating things stood wandering around some not moving. Just staring. Limbs eaten off on some. Some less gross to look at. But all covered in blood.

You took a step back hoping none would look over at you. One stopped moving leaning up to smell into the air- slowly turning to you. 'Shit' letting out a ear piercing scream it charged at you- the others turned to look as well. Running as fast as you could the building in your view. Safer in a building then out in the street where those things were chasing you. Shooting two shots at the two creatures that got too close.

2 rounds left

Barging into the door you quickly scanned around seeing a table rushing towards it you knocked the recently burnt candles off it- using the table you blocked off the door inside. With a soft panting sigh you looked around- the pounding on the door loud. The table won't keep them out for long- but hopefully enough for you to figure out what to do.

The place you found yourself in was a living room. Leading into the kitchen. Broken glass was littered acrossed the floor. Bloody hand prints on the wall or anywhere they could reach. Clinging to your knife you decided to stalk around to make sure you were alone.

It was a empty. No upstairs. Or even a back door. Going out the window seemed impossible- every tug and pull at them just served to be useless. It was like it wasn't supposed to be opened. Breaking it was out of the question as well. Don't want to attrack more of those thin-

The table creaked. You held your breath. Crouching down in the corner your eyes never left the door.

It was the end.

Everyone was gone. In a bloodied mangled pile- they must be at this point- there were no tears to shed at this point. Your will to move on stopped. Stopped when the love of your life died- when you lost your friends. Family.

There was no going back.

The banging on the door continued. Like someone was ramming their body against it. The slaming hit so hard the table moved partially out of the way

Then it was silent-you held your breath for as long as you could never looking away from the door- nor blinking. Afraid if you did it would be all over. Even when your eyes burned begging you to blink.

You refused- with a soft sigh you slowly stood up from your crouched position. Accepting.

The door creaked open

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel x reader #marvel #natasha romanoff imagine #avengers x reader #marvel what if #marvel zombies

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writingjjfics · 2 years

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I need you pt. 2

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: Talk about injuries, fighting and few curse words

Request: Part 2 of I need you. You can find part 1 here!

Summary: JJ comes to your house after confronting Rafe where he admits to you why he cares about you so much.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: I'm sorry if this is bad. I have so much work to do and my entire life is one big chaos but I really wanted to write this asap.

"y/n", you heard faintly in the background.

"y/n, wake up!!!"

The sound got louder and someone lightly poked you in the shoulder. You groaned, not ready to wake up just yet. Your head still hurt, almost like you had a massive hangover, except this hangover wasn't caused by alcohol. You looked over your shoulder and were met with John B's face.

"What do you need John B? I was sleeping", you said irritated.

"Sorry to wake you up, but-", John B began, but stopped talking when he took a closer look at your face. "Wow, what happened to you"

You took a deep breath since it was another reminder of what happened last night. "Some Kook bullshit, I'll explain later. Don't worry"

It was then that you noticed the empty spot next to you.

"Where is JJ?". You could've sworn that you fell asleep next to him and you would have expected him to stay with you. You wanted him to stay with you.

"I don't know. He was already gone when I came back this morning. But uh, some guys from school are coming over in a few minutes to work on a school project, and you are welcome to stay of course, but I just wanted to let you know"

You raised your eyebrows in confusion. JJ wasn't working today or planned to go somewhere as far as you knew, so he had no intentions of leaving the house so soon.

"It's okay, I need to go home anyway", you stood up and kissed John B on the cheek. "Good luck! See you later, B"

As you were walking home you were a bit nervous. Nervous about how your parents would react if they saw your face. Your parents are very easy-going people. They let you drink, smoke, party, hang out with whoever you want, and so on, but when it comes to fighting or you getting hurt they are suddenly very overprotective. Last year when they found out some guy touched your ass without consent, they didn't let you go to parties for a few weeks, "for your safety" and wanted you to send them hourly updates on where you were going. It was sweet of them, but you were really not in the mood to have that happen again.

Meanwhile, on your way home, you tried to call and message JJ. It still didn't sit well with you that he just left without saying anything. But you got no reaction. Your house came into view and you sent JJ one last text message before going in.

You thought about sneaking in and quietly going to your bedroom to avoid your parents but then you realized you probably had to avoid them for a week before your face would heal, so that was not an option. Better to get it over with.

"I'm homeee!", you yelled as you stood in the hallway.

"We are in the living room honey", you heard your mother's response from a distance.

Slowly you entered the living room. Your parents looked happy but as soon as they saw your face their faces dropped and they stood up with concern.

"What happened to you y/n?"

You wanted to lie, but even if you came up with some bad lie, they'd still freak out, so you told the truth.

"Rafe and his friend cornered me last night while I was walking home from work and he attacked me, but don't worry JJ picked me up and took care of me", you mumbled. Your mother wanted to respond but you were quicker. "But I'm very tired and I really want to go to sleep and forget about it, so if that's okay with you, I'll go upstairs", you moved backward and pointed towards the stairs. Your mother came closer and kissed you on the forehead.

"That's okay honey, go to sleep. But after you're awake we will talk about this!"

You nodded satisfied and went upstairs to your room. You had not received any messages or calls in the meantime. Still nothing from JJ. With a sigh, you fell onto your bed. Your head and body still hurt. You slid closer to the top of your bed, grabbed your pillow and stuffed animal to cuddle for comfort, and closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

You woke up abruptly when you heard someone knocking on your window. You were confused at first but jumped out of bed when it hit you that it's JJ who always comes through the window. However, your cheerful mood disappeared completely when you saw his face. It was almost like looking in the mirror. His face was covered in blood and bruises, a few cuts and he had a split lip. You sprinted to the window and opened it.

"What the fuck happened J! Did you go home? Why would you do that? I've been calling you all day!", you rambled on slightly annoyed. He casually shrugged his shoulders. "Needed to teach someone a lesson", he smirked.

You raised your eyebrows in confusion giving him a questionable look. "The fuck you're talking about?"

"Let's just say Rafe won't come near you anytime soon", he stated proudly. You gasped for a moment but soon burst out laughing. "Oh my god, did you just really confront Rafe for me?" You never liked it when JJ got into a fight, but you couldn't help but find this funny. Rafe deserved it.

"Yup, now I would really love to get that special treatment you told me about not so long ago", he teased wiggling his eyebrows. You knew exactly what he meant. You rolled your eyes, took his hand and dragged him to your bathroom. But before you entered, you turned around.

“You didn’t kill him did you?”

“Nah, I'd like to, but that’s not really my style”, he replied coolly as he hopped on the counter in the bathroom. You chuckled and walked to your cabinet where you had your first aid kit. You bought the kit a few years ago when JJ started coming to your house often after his dad's beatings. You never used it for yourself, only for JJ. You hate to see him hurt, but you couldn't deny that you love the intimate moments with him.

Picking up the cloth you begin dapping his face lightly. He flinched a little, but he was used to the feeling. You squeezed his hand for comfort.

"J, can I ask you something?", you asked nervously

"You, always, what's wrong?"

"Why did you confront Rafe for me?"

JJ shrugged his shoulders, just like he did earlier when you asked him about the situation. "He needs to learn not to fuck around with you, or me for that matter"

"Yeah, okay. But would you have done the same if it was Kie who got hurt?"

JJ remained silent. Yes, he cares about Kie, but he wouldn't know if he would do the same for her. She doesn't mean as much to him as you do. The tension in the bathroom became apparent. You both couldn't look each other in the eyes. You started to think it was a stupid question. You shook your head feeling stupid for asking.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I asked that. Of course you would do the same for Kie"

"No, I wouldn't", JJ replied quickly. If he wanted to tell you how he felt, he had to do it now. He finally looked you in the eye. He played with his fingers to calm his nerves.

"y/n, you uhm, you mean a lot to me. Not just as a friend. I don't know when it happened", he stopped talking and chuckled nervously thinking back to a few years ago when he started to realize he felt different around you. "No, I know exactly when and how it happened. I started to catch feelings for you y/n. And I know it's stupid to fall for your best friend, but god, that's so fucking difficult when it comes to you. I tried to tell you so many times, but I never had the courage to do it. Because why would a girl like you like-", you cut his ramble off by crashing your lips together. JJ was taken aback at first but soon joined in by grabbing your neck and waist to bring you closer. It felt like everything finally fell into place. You together as to how it always was supposed to be. The kiss was full of passion, and a slight taste of blood coming from his lip, but honestly, you couldn't care less. After a while, you pull apart to catch your breath.

"A girl 'like me' would like a guy 'like you' exactly for the way you treat me. Like I'm your only priority. It is pretty damn hard not to catch feelings for you too", you whispered. You saw JJ visibly relax by your words. It made you giggle. He looked so cute at the moment. You took his hand and tried to lead him to your bed, but he pulled you back so close that your foreheads touched.

"I love you y/n", he whispered. You blushed. You couldn't really believe this was happening. Perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you and you did suffer a concussion. Or you were still dreaming. But the look he gave you at that moment felt so pure. So real.

"I love you J, so much" You both leaned in to kiss once again.

"This is even better than those face kisses", JJ grinned making you laugh.

"Yeah, how is your face? Does it still hurt?"

"Now that you mention it, it's starting to hurt again. Maybe I know something else that makes me feel better?", JJ smirked. That damn smirk makes you feel things, oh boy.

"I don't think my parents will let me out of this house anytime soon, so you're in luck babe", you teased as you grabbed his hand and led him to your bed.

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giurochedadomani · 1 year

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Guys! An idea. Because I love this kind of stories: Eddie and Billy go to buy some metalhead gear to some shady, crappy shop with a mysterious, creepy owner. Perhaps they're taking a look to the rings because Eddie wants some new pieces and the owner advises them again buying a very cool ring, because, of course, it's cursed. Eddie heads the advice, because something about him and his reaction to the Upside Down tells me that he'd be the type of: let's not mess with the supernatural. It's cool and all but I'd rather not be possessed. But Billy....... Billy is cocky, Billy is impulsive, Billy is, and I say it with all the love of my heart, a bit of a little shit, and he....... Pickpockets the ring.

The ring seems a blessing at first. Perhaps we can keep of the mindflyer vibes and imagine a dark reflection of Billy that he sees in mirrors, that sometimes talk to him. And that dark! Billy seems SO nice at first. So willing to fulfill every single one of Billy's desires.

(He has Steve enraptured with him in about a week, eating from his palm like any other girl he has dated. And it's nice, okay. A dream come true. He doesn't think about how Steve wouldn't even look in his direction if it wasn't for the ring. He doesn't think AT ALL in how all the fire that he likes so much about Steve has disappeared in favor of this groupie behaviour he's exhibiting with Billy)

(He has a massive fight with Eddie in which Eddie tries to warn him against the effects of the ring and Billy doesn't understand why Eddie wouldn't take advantage of it. He could ask the ring to make him Corroded Coffin the next Metallica, for fuck's sake!!)

(The turning point has to do with Neil, but I'm not sure which one would be more gutting: the ring fulfills EVERY desire, even Billy's deepest ones. So Neil.... Dropping dead in which everyone assumes is heart attack? Or Neil waking up one day behaving like the most doting father in the world because Billy started wishful thinking about the few good memories he has with him, from back at when he was very little?)

We can keep a similar end to the s3, sort of. I'm thinking about a huge fight against dark! Billy in Starcourt that ends up with them destroying the ring and dark! Billy getting dragged back to the Upside Down hell.

And I'm a sucker for happy endings so this big ass mess brings the guys together and gives Billy true friends in the way he has always craved.

#Mungrove #Harringroveson #billy hargrove

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Choices

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader Summary: You save Drew from an attack and while you're taking care of him, things progress differently than you'd expected. Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

"Dear God, it's an ambush on McIntyre!" That was all you needed to hear before you were rushing out to Drew's rescue. It had been a long time since you had felt like you had a purpose since your father retired, but this was it. You absolutely had to save Drew. You ran out there, glad that everybody was as superstitious as they were and backed away from you on principal. Nobody wanted to mess with the "Princess of Death" as you had been dubbed so early in your career.

"Give him to me," you said to Roman as you stared him down. Roman tried to hold his ground, but the second you started to lunge towards him, all of his fellow Bloodline members pulled him back. You placed your hand on the back of Drew's neck and pulled him onto his feet. You placed yourself underneath his arm for support as you walked him backstage. Anybody who dared to stand in your way as you took him back got a glare that most definitely put the fear of god inside of them.

"Thanks for the rescue," Drew said as you led him back to your area. It was nice to know that you always had a space backstage that was just your own. Most people didn't dare to come bother you unless they desperately needed your help. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead," you said as you gently ran your fingers gently across one of the bruises forming on his side. Drew reached out to grab your wrist, and for a moment you were scared that you had accidentally hurt him.

"Why me?" Drew asked you. You hadn't really thought about why you went out there to save Drew. The two of you had worked on the same show for years now, but you hadn't really interacted very much. Drew had never gotten in your way or made any snide comments about you hiding away backstage. You were a part of the WWE, and for that, he had respected you. Others seemed to have an issue with you only coming out to matches a few times a year, but always lurking around in the back.

"Why not?" you countered. Drew let out a little laugh as he brushed his thumb across your knuckles. You smiled a little, unable to contain the happy feeling that being around Drew like this gave you. "Would you rather me have just left you there?"

"Absolutely not. I'm very thankful for you saving my ass out there, but I was just curious. I, uh, I've heard some things about you." You had heard a lot of things about yourself as well, but you doubted Drew would be stupid enough to bring something up that would upset you. He was a big guy, but he wasn't above having to face your wrath, whether there was an audience or not. "Most of it can't be true, but I would have figured that your type was more Bray Wyatt."

"I seem to remember a certain Scottish psychopath," you teased. "My loyalties don't lie with Bray, not anymore. I don't know what he's doing. He made his choices, and I wasn't one of them. We all have choices to make, people to align ourselves with."

"Am I yours?" Drew asked you. You tilted your head as you thought about it. There wasn't much thought that had to go into your answer. Drew was very obviously your choice, he had sort of been for years, although you hadn't been given an opportunity to catch his attention until now.

"I think you are. We could do amazing things together. I could help you get those belts off Roman so the WWE has a real fighting champion, not just a special appearances guy," you told him. Drew smiled as if he liked the thought of that. You knew that he did, it was an offer that most of the guys backstage would have killed for. It could have been theirs if they weren't all so afraid of you. "What do you say?"

"It's not exactly a hard choice to make. I'm with you for as long as you'll have me," Drew promised. The two of you shook on it before he let you get back to tending to his injuries. You tried to touch him as gently as you could, but every so often you felt Drew wince or try to scoot away from you.

"This would go a lot quicker if you weren't being a baby about it," you teased. Drew scoffed, as if he wanted to argue that he wasn't being a baby, but he didn't. You glanced up at him to check if he was in too much pain for you to handle. The look in his eyes wasn't that of pain, but instead blatant arousal. "Oh."

"I can go," Drew said. He started to get up, but you shook your head and placed your hand on his chest to make him sit back down. Drew reached out and pulled you towards him, kissing you softly. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between the two of you that both of you wanted more, and with that, the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Drew ended up laying on top of you, grinding his thigh against your center as each of his kisses took your breath away.

"Drew, please," you whined. You needed to feel more of him in whatever way that you could. There was no way that Drew wasn't also getting antsy with the way that he had been grinding against you. Your hands trailed down his body and pushed his trunks down enough for his cock to spring free. Drew reached down between your legs to pull your skirt up a bit. You felt him tease you by pressing his cock against your center through your underwear. "I need more. I need to feel you."

Any hesitation within Drew went out the window when he heard the desperation in your voice. You had come to him in his moment of need and now he was coming to you in yours. Drew pushed your underwear to the side and pushed his tip through your folds. Drew dropped his hips just slightly and you felt him enter you. It was almost in that moment like everything clicked for you. A part of you had been nervous about being with Drew because of his size, but nobody had ever fit you like did. Drew seemed to be able to pull things out of you that nobody else had for years before him. You found yourself baring your soul to Drew entirely, even if he wasn't completely aware of it. You thought that you had made a choice by going out there to save Drew, but there had never really been any choice in it for you. One way or another, you would have found yourself in his path.

#wwe imagine #wwe imagines #wwe #wwe x reader #drew mcintyre x reader #drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre imagine #drew mcintyre imagines

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periwinkle--daydreams · 2 months

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As promised, my last thoughts regarding Elden Ring and certain characters/events/spoiler heavy things

A friend of mine told me that Gideon betrays you later on, and I have to say: that is the least surprising plot twist ever. :p Ignoring that I did Nepheli's questline that involved his Albinauric genocide campaign and him totally, absolutely NOT sending his pet edgelord after me, the guy wants to become Elden Lord. I want to be Elden Lord too. And I already got the feeling that he's not interested in sharing the throne with me.

I was more surprised to learn that Gurranq is important to the plot and one of the last few bosses that you fight. Granted, I already put two and two together when it comes to him being Maliketh given the lore descriptions for the stuff you get from him, the big ass Black Blade gargoyle guarding his house, and the allusions he made to committing some kind of sin... but still! I wasn't expecting one of my favorite quest givers to be an important storyline boss!

I was equally surprised to hear that Marika and Radagon are the same person... though I wasn't exactly shocked. My reaction was just "Oh, okay then." Because how am I supposed to react to this bit of information aside from being amused that Radagon cheated on his wife with himself?

I'm impressed with how much I've come to like Kenneth Haight. When I met him, I had him pegged for a funny, but dumb nobleman who'd be a pain in the ass until some monster would come and eat him/squish him like a bug. Instead, he's actually a genuinely good man who overcomes his prejudices against the Tarnished, takes his duties seriously, and is self aware enough to know that he simply isn't capable enough to keep Limgrave together after Godrick and the Shattering at large sent it straight down the shitter. I have a feeling that he, Lorenz Gloucester, and Ferdinand von Aegir would be really good friends if they ever met.

Also, I'm not ashamed to admit that I may have kind of a huge crush on Nepheli. Not only is she drop dead gorgeous, but she's a huge sweetheart and easily one of the nicest NPC's in the game. I'm glad she gets a happy ending after losing so many other friends to tragedy.

I tried to kill the Dung Eater the second I found him in the sewers, but I just can't kill him thanks to me sucking at Elden Ring the sewer you fight him in being a cramped, claustrophobic nightmare of a place. I found out ahead of time that if you help him, he'll end up murdering Boggart (or as some say, BROggart) so I decided to aggro them both so Dung Eater wouldn't kill him, and Boggart would be too angry to die just as a bit of insurance. Once I replay this game, I'll make sure to do a better job at protecting my seafood-cooking bro.

Speaking of the Dung Eater, I love and hate that guy. Hate because he's a vile, twisted, disgusting piece of shit, yet I also love his voice, his armor, and after spoiling myself on it, the fact that he's completely sincere when it comes to his warped outlook on life. He's fascinating, if nothing else... thought not fascinating enough to save him from getting killed. :p

Rykard might just be the first video game character to trigger my gag reflex. Not so much his fucked up snake body, but his weird gurgly psuedo-Palpatine voice and that nasty fleshy sword he pulls out of his throat. Is it weird that I respect him for that, though?

After clearing out the Deeproot Depths, I happened to notice growths that look a lot like Godwyn's eyes back in that one village where the first Tibia Mariner is. Thought it was cool, if seriously creepy.

Omens have dethroned Imps for being one of my least favorite enemies. I understand that they've got it rough, and that they're victims of some seriously awful prejudice... but it's hard to feel bad for them when they're more mobile than anything their size should be, take forever to kill, and leave you on death's door if they pull off their crazy suplex attack.

"I'm not Godrick! I'm my own character, Blodrick!" - Godefroy the Grafted, maybe

#elden ring #hydrox plays elden ring #video games #hydrox rambles #elden ring spoilers

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callmemrskenway · 2 years

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You and Obanai compete for Mitsuri's affections and all three of you fall in love hcs:

- No but fr, I would fight Obanai for Mitsuri but if he's willing to share then I might too🙄

- Your competition for Mitsuri's affections have gone on ever since you two joined the Hashira corps.

- Both of you are very close to Mitsuri but often try to steal her time from one another.

- "Kanroji, over here-"

- "MITSU-CHAN, CHECK THIS OUT-"

- Despite the aggressive rivalry you two have for each other, everyone can sense the tension between you two. Like there are times where you're arguing and things get heated and everyone else is there like: "Lol, we SEE you."

- Like for example, if you're getting attacked by a demon and it looks like you're gonna be in danger, Obanai will go HAM on that dumbass and then kneels next to you asking if you're alright in a gentle tone. Then you both get flustered angry and he's all, "I only saved you because it'd make Kanroji sad if you died and if anyone's gonna kill you, it's gonna be me."

- "Go slither under a rock, snake boy."

- NO BUT YOU TWO NOT WANTING TO MAKE MITSURI SAD SO YOU PRETEND TO GET ALONG but Mitsuri thinks you two like each other and while she is happy and delighted for you guys, she gets kinda sad seeing how you two get along because she's afraid she'll just turn into a third wheel.

- Totally oblivious to the way you guys actually threaten each other with death because you love her so much.

- Also, both of you dislike how she starves herself looking for a husband and insist that she eats with you two and while she would usually try to avoid it, she could never say no to how cute and determined the both of you looked right now.

- So moments where you and Obanai work hard to prepare a decent and proper meal for the pink haired girl while also still highkey competing with each other to see whose food she'd like best. When you ask her, she just giggles and says she loves both of your cooking and you both are JUST SO HAPPY-

- You totally bicker about it in private though because, UM, DID YOU SEE THE EYES LIT UP WHEN SHE TRIED YOUR FOOD-

- Realizes she wants to be more than just friends with you both when you two save her in the most romantically dramatic way possible.

- A demon snuck up on her and she wasn't able to respond fast enough to the situation and was worried she'd get killed but then you and Obanai show up ready to FUCK SHIT UP.

- "You disgusting demon-"

- "DON'T TOUCH OUR KANROJI."

- You two might fight a lot but god, do you two make an excellent team. Your movements in sync as you slash and destroy the unholy beast before the both of you notice how you guys are so close to each other and blush and glare at each other.

- Then you go check on your Mitsuri to make sure she's okay!! And she is, and she's so touched that you two care about her so much that she starts crying and you and Obanai start getting angry at each other.

- "YOU MADE HER CRY!"

- "NO, YOU DID, YOU IDIOT-"

- "N-No, I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm just crying because you called me your Kanroji!"

- Both you and Obanai just blush and get flustered as you tried to explain yourselves to her but you two know you've been caught.

- Now time for fluffy relationship stuff.

- First off, double dates with Tengen and his wives and literally no one outside the Hashira can tell whose married to who, ya'll just move like one big polyamarous pack.

- You and Obanai getting into it with Tengen when he talks about how great his wives are because, UM, DOES HE SEE HOW YOUR PRECIOUS KANROJI IS A GIFT SENT FROM THE HEAVENS!?

- You and Obanai also being a bit more genuinely affectionate with each other. Like you're gonna help him cook dinner but he tells you that he's fine and he just wants to make something for all three of you by himself and st first you're gonna argue because you don't want him to overwork but then he suggests you to keep Mitsuri company which you gladly take.

- At some point, he looks up from the kitchen to the living room where you and Mitsuri are in lively conversation, her head on your shoulder and you blushing but giggling at her words and Obanai just has the softest gaze as he looks at you both.

- Or where Obanai is fighting a demon and you and Mitsuri are there like: 😳 and then Obanai notices you two staring and he gets flustered but then he teases YOU SPECIFICALLY (bc you both still highkey antagonize each other).

- As for Mitsuri's views on the relationship, SHE HAS NEVER BEEN HAPPIER. AT FIRST, SHE THOUGHT SHE'D NEVER FIND A HUSBAND WHO'D LOVE HER BUT NOW SHE HAS TWO LOVES!? SHE'S SO LUCKY.

- Still oblivious to you two competing for her praise but she notices how you two sometimes give each other the silent treatment and while she doesn't know why you two are fighting (in reality: its just the rivals to lovers sexual tension) she wants to make it better.

- NO BUT IF YOU GUYS EVER GET INTO GENUINE FIGHTS, Mitsuri cuddling the both of you with your head in her lap and Obanai's head on her shoulder and she's gently caressing his face while petting and combing through your hair as she has you all just talk about whatever problems you guys mightve had that lead to the fight and then you guys feel a bit better and just bask in each other's presences.

- Obanai and Mitsuri getting jealous over you though sometimes like, Mitsuri is such a nice person so she'd just laugh away the ugly feeling and agree that you are attractive, but Obanai is all: "HEY, THAT'S OUR PARTNER, HOW DARE YOU-"

- If you and Mitsuri hear someone simping for Obanai, you get passive-aggressive and she just backs you up while still being polite but you two make it clear that he is both your man-

- As for being jealous inside the relationship? Obanai and you learn and are assured that Mitsuri loves you both the same because she makes sure you both feel equally loved and that her heart is big enough for the both of you. So you guys just act petty towards each other for no reason💀

#mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #obanai x mitsuri #Obanai x reader #Mitsuri x reader #Mitsuri kanroji x reader #Obanai Iguro x Reader #Demon Slayer #Demon Slayer x reader #kny #kny x reader #This is just super self-indulgent leave me be #But fr I'll run up on Obanai if he thinks he can keep my wife away from me

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A Mother's Love IV

Jack had snuck into their bedroom when Aaron was cooking Emily breakfast in bed for Mother's Day. He had repeatedly asked Jack to wait just ten more minutes and he could carry the tray into surprise her. Aaron should have known the second his back was turned and he was momentarily distracted, that his son would make a move. He just hoped Jack didn't manage to disturb Emily's slumber.

Jack carefully opened the door, peeking his head through the crack. When he noticed Emily awake whispering to his little sister he wanted to join in. He tiptoed over to the bed using the comforter as leverage to pull himself up. Quietly inching his way over, not intending to disturb his covert observations.

Yet, Emily had known the second he scampered up the stairs, no doubt sneaking away from his father. When he didn't interrupt, she carried on her musings talking to the life growing inside her. When she noticed Jack's eyebrows furrow with a faint sad look appearing on his face she knew she had to cheer him up.

"Baby girl I can't wait for you to get here so you can cuddle and play with your big brother. If only my big and strong 'Jack Attack' was here to give me one of his super duper hugs. They always make me happy, especially first thing in the morning."

Jack giggled seeing her eyes focused on him, knowing he had been caught. He slowly rolled a full turn sideways to land in the perfect hugging distance, only slightly squished by the belly where his little sister currently lived.

"Morning Emmy. I been thinking since you told me a secret, can I tell you one too. But it's not really a secret cause I already asked daddy and Auntie Jess awhile ago. Plus I also talked to mommy about it with my candle last week."

Emily grinned at Jack rambling about what constitutes a secret in his mind. "Good morning sweet boy. My ears are wide open, I am always willing to listen to my favourite not so little man. What's the secret buddy?"

Jack shyly looked into her eyes as he whispered his next statement. "I asked them if it was ok to call you mom sometimes, and daddy told me I had to be sure, because it was a big boy decision. Auntie Jess looked sad but told me mommy would be ok with it, cause she knows you love me like a mommy would and take care of me too. And, she said mommy would be happy, daddy and I have both you and my little sister in our lives."

Jack quickly replied to his own reveal, not wanting Emily to worry, thinking he wasn't sure about his decision. "But, I promise I'm not gonna change my mind. I know you're not my mommy, cause I didn't grow in your tummy, like my little sister, but you make me happy like mommy always did."

He started to worry when Emily didn't immediately reply to what he said, so he tried to explain why he wanted to call her mom too.

"When I miss mommy, you help my heart hurt less. I know daddy is also sad about mommy and work makes him grumpy, but you cheer my daddy up too, and make him smile, just like you always do for me Emmy."

Emily didn't realise tears had started spill out of her eyes, too busy trying to process what Jack was saying. Jack was afraid he had done something wrong and kept talking, hoping to cheer her up.

"When we were gone, Mommy told me, you and her were friends and you would take care of daddy even if we were gone for a long time. She said that you make daddy happy and she was glad he found you, because you're so nice and special. But, I think daddy likes you, cause your smart and pretty like a princess. Mommy laughed when I told her that, but it's true Emmy."

"Plus you help daddy fight the bad guys. And you read me stories, and help scare away the monsters at night. You always play my games with me, bake cookies, watch my Disney movies, and listen to me when I talk."

Emily wanted to respond, but could see he wasn't done speaking. "When I'm with you Emmy, I feel warm and happy like I did with mommy. I know she liked you and would be glad you are taking care of me and daddy."

At that Emily couldn't contain the waterfall of tears that exploded, pulling Jack in even closer, for the tightest hug she could manage with her stomach in the way. She hadn't even considered the possibility of Jack ever bestowing her with that cherished title. She didn't even realise how much she unconsciously wanted him to call her mom one day.

His next reply made her laugh boisterously out loud, knowing he got the wrong impression from her reaction. "I didn't mean to make you cry Emmy. I'm sorry, I don't hafta call you mom if it's gonna make you sad."

With that Emily couldn't stop herself from pulling back to smother his little face in kisses. "Oh my sweet boy, you didn't make me sad. That's the nicest, bestest, most favouritest secret anyone has ever told me. I think the best part of loving your father is that I got you too. I'd be honoured if you want to call me mom sometimes Jack. I love you so freaking much buddy. And I will always love you and your little sister exactly the same. "

Emily couldn't imagine a more wonderful gift for her first Mother's Day. It constantly surprised her, how amazing and loving Jack was, despite all he had been through in his short life. He was the most sweet, kind, adorable, and resilient human being. She couldn't wait to see him thrive as a big brother, knowing her daughter was already the luckiest little girl. Emily just hoped she could be the kind of mother they both deserved, and nothing like her own.

New or old, Emily aspired to be half as good a mother as Jennifer Jareau, Haley Brooks and Fran Morgan. In her eyes, after seeing the love they had for their children, they were three of the best examples of what a caring, supportive, and loving mother should be. Emily yearned to have a bond like they did with children, with both Jack and their little girl.

Emily knew her emotions were a little off kilter, she had been feeling out of sorts since Friday. She just never expected her first Mother's Day, barely 40 hours since she cut ties with her mother to feel so heartbreaking and yet freeing. But, she knew the core memory of Jack's request, she could never forget. The moment forever marked as a day of bittersweet sentiment, she would always hold in her heart.

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Aaron was surprised neither Emily nor Jack heard him approach, until he heard his son's whispered confession to the woman he planned to one day marry. It warmed his heart knowing Emily's love for his son did rival his own.

Somedays he wanted to be jealous of this fact, of the way they so openly accepted and loved each other. But, knowing if anything ever happened to him, that they would still have each other, eased any envy he felt.

He was beyond proud of Jack and hoped his son's honest words had been a healing balm to both of them. Hoping it would ultimately put a rest or at least help settle some of Emily's worries and insecurities about motherhood.

She had been giving Jack all the love and attention he craved, putting on a strong and brave face for his son, but Aaron knew Emily had been struggling. Wondering if she truly had made the right decision about her mother, doubting what that meant about her own abilities parenting their children. Aaron wanted to scoff at such a ridiculous notion, but he knew it was something Emily genuinely worried about.

He hadn't minded her clingy and dependent demeanor the last two nights when they were alone. Aaron knew she craved his touch and comfort as she worked through the guilt, hurt, sadness, and the plethora of other thoughts and feelings bogging her down.

Aaron knew Emily truly might be better off without Elizabeth in her life, that it had been her choice to decide to cut ties with her mother. But he knew how difficult it had been for her knowing she couldn't take back the words she had written.

It was out there now, Aaron just hoped however Elizabeth chose to respond, even if she ignored her fault in things, that Emily got the closure she deserved. Even if Elizabeth tried to apologise or mend things, Aaron was well aware it wouldn't magically fix things. Elizabeth couldn't repair the deep seated damage she had caused. Emily would always carry that hurt and pain and feeling of never being enough.

Aaron just wished someone as supportive, strong, selfless, and kind as Emily could see the effect of her contributions and her worth to everyone else. That she hadn't formed such insecurities from her upbringing, experienced so much heartbreak, dissapointment, and pain in her life. But, Aaron also knew, it was because of those aspects, that she became the most amazing person he had ever known.

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The two had been all smiles since breakfast, and Aaron knew Elizabeth was one of the last things on Emily's mind. She was choosing to focus on the little boy who had already given her a better gift than anything they could have bought at a store. Aaron knew Emily hadn't wanted them to make a fuss, she was just happy to have the weekend off to relax.

Yet, his son had been an endless ball of excitement since he revealed his secret to Emily. At almost 7 1/2 months pregnant, he was baffled that she somehow found the energy to keep up with Jack. It was like they were somehow feeding off each other and nothing could burst their bubble.

Emily had always had his son enchanted by her words and bewitched by her presence alone. But, it amazed him, how even with her physical limitations during her pregnancy, she always found endless ways to keep Jack entertained and having fun. She could always coax a smile or laugh from his son, yet today, Aaron was sure their faces would hurt from the constant and infectious joy.

But he was glad, he could tell Emily's grin was just as wide and genuine as the constant smile Jack was sporting. It made him happy to see the two people he loved most in the world, both enjoying themselves. Aaron almost wished the day would never end, wanting this state of peaceful bliss to last forever.

He luckily convinced the two to settle long enough to snap a picture of them, knowing Emily treasured photographs to commemorate special memories and occasions. Aaron knew she especially adored any photo containing Jack or that showcased the progression of the bump that currently housed their daughter.

He planned to have I printed as soon as possible, Aaron knew it was the perfect picture for the frame Jack had picked for his Mother's Day present. Emily would want to hang or display the frame as soon as it was filled with a photograph.

He had no doubt a copy of the photo he had just taken, would also end up in a frame on his desk, or in the middle pocket of his go bag. Aaron equally wanted to display it in his office, showcased with pride, and hide it away to keep for himself to cherish when he was away on cases.

Aaron knew their life together was just as much a dream for Emily, one she wasn't sure she would ever have. He was just glad she had never given up on him, and he was certain she never would. Because she saw him, Jack, and now their daughter as her true family and home. It constantly surprised him her capacity to love others and himself so wholly.

Aaron was truly grateful for all the family/friends, and their endless support in his life. He couldn't believe all the happiness and love he had been shown in such a tumultuous year. He counted his blessings, knowing in a few months, there would be only good reasons to laugh and cry together.

Aaron hated knowing Haley too wasn't here, to see firsthand the endless happiness and love bestowed upon Jack. He knew, he would never be able to make everything up to Haley, like he had planned when he sent them into WITSEC. But it was days like this, he knew he had at least managed to fulfill her dying wish.

Aaron silently wished Haley a Happy Mother's Day, knowing she would take great joy knowing and watching Emily and Jack both literally and metaphorically run circles around him. He knew she was laughing at him in heaven, as he wondered his odds of convincing Emily and Jack to take a nap together, before they wore themselves out completely.

If he was lucky, it would give him enough time to track down where Emily kept her photo paper, so he could print the picture he's taken after lunch. Aaron knew both Jack and Emily would secretly appreciate that extra little special touch of sentiment, for when she unwrapped her Mother's Day presents after dinner.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #random edits #hotchniss #soulmates #twinflame #empathy #true love #jack hotchner #elizabeth prentiss #a mother's love #mothers day #cellphone edit

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