#They are PLATONIC. BEST FRIENDS. *i scream as i pound you to the ground*

[disguisedcheezed]

Their friendship is everything.

#homestuck #roxy lalonde #dirk strider #mine #do not tag as ship i beg of you #They are PLATONIC. BEST FRIENDS. *i scream as i pound you to the ground*

[lightsoutletsgo]

sparks fly (marcus armstrong)

pairing: marcus armstrong x reader warnings: mentions of creepy guy, simp!marcus, mutual pining, (simp!reader too tbh) word count: 2.6k ahhh I was so excited to write this and I'm pretty happy with it! inspired by 'sparks fly' - taylor swift this does feature some of my other faves from f2 and it's basically because I was rewatching screaming meals episodes while writing this. pls let me know what you think and feel free to request! 🤍

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟” The Mediterranean sun was warm on your skin as you headed down to the beach with your friends. It was summer break during the F1 and F2 season and you’d all decided to get away together. Well, Marcus and his friends, Juan, Felipe, James, Clem and their girlfriends had decided to go on a summer tour and naturally as Marcus’ best friend you received an extension of that invitation. “Marcus wait up!” You huffed in annoyance as you heard his laughter ahead of you, you whined in frustration, lacking any patience as your best friend raced on ahead, sprinting down towards the shoreline of the beach. “Hurry up sunshine!” You rolled your eyes at the nickname, “Stop calling me that!” Marcus stopped running and turned back to look at you with a cheesy grin. “You’ve been telling me that for years Y/N, I’m not gonna stop now!” As you stared at the boy in front of you, your heart clenched a little, god you loved him. And not just platonically. You smiled back, wishing more than anything you could just kiss him right now. You curled your hands into fists and dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself, he wasn’t yours. 

            ————————————— “Marcus wait up!” You called after the boy running ahead of you as your 9-year-old legs struggled to keep up. The boy ahead of you laughed as he realised your struggle to keep up, “Come on sunshine!” You growled at him, “Why do you always call me that?” “Because you always make me happy and smiley and you make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, so sunshine.” You were taken aback, “Oh…” Marcus shuffled awkwardly before darting forward to press a kiss to your cheek, the two of you both turning pink. “M-Marcus?” You asked nervously, “M-mhmm?” “I like you…” “I l-like you too Y/N, y-you’re…” Marcus paused for a second as if he was thinking about his next words carefully “you’re my best friend.” Even at the tender age of 9 you felt your little heart shatter as your best friend turned crush rejected you, “Y-yeah, you’re mine too.” 

            —————————————

“𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡�� 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧

'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞”

The music was loud enough to the point that you could feel the bass pounding through your body as you watched Marcus from the other side of the dance floor. You loved this look on him. Care-free. Happy. You giggled to yourself as a very drunk James draped himself across Marcus’ shoulders, trying to press smooches to his cheeks as Marcus battled to keep his face out of reach. Was it odd to say that even watching James drunkenly kiss Marcus’ cheeks had you feeling that same wanting pull in your stomach? You shook your head to clear the thoughts away, downing the rest of the drink in your hand before crossing the dance floor to the boys. You pushed your way through the throng of bodies, wincing and occasionally grimacing as someone’s elbow dug into your side or hand wandered too close to your body. Eventually you pushed through the crowd, foot catching on the edge of the dance floor, you felt your body start to fall forwards. “Woah!” Before you could fall any further, you felt two strong arms around your waist, head jolting up to look at your saviour, your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met Marcus’. You let out a nervous breath as he helped you straighten up, “You okay?” You nodded, dumbstruck, as you realised one of his hands had remained on your waist, his thumb gently rubbing soothingly. You held in a shiver as his touch ignited something deep in your stomach that went beyond lust or sexual attraction, something deeper. His touch burned into your skin, so familiar and comforting yet exciting and new at the same time. You pulled away with an awkward laugh, “I’m okay, are you? I saw James’ attack a minute ago.” Marcus tipped his head back and laughed before replying. You cocked your head to one side in confusion, his words lost amongst the yelling and laughing and pounding music, “Huh?” Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in, his breath warm against your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. He was so close that his lips gently brushed against your ear, “I said, you jealous?” A flash of panic jolted your stomach, what? Marcus chuckled and poked your cheek as he straightened up, making you glare “I’m kidding sunshine.” 

You stared up at him feeling like time had stopped as you caught his gaze. Suddenly the club felt too crowded, too busy, too intense. “You wanna get out of here?” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, “Marcus I-“ “Yeah sure-“ You said at the same time. You grabbed his hand and turned towards the exit before he could see how flustered you were by his reply. Pushing towards the exit you bumped into Clem who raised an eyebrow and you knew you’d be hearing about this in the morning. 

You tumbled out of the club, wrapped up in Marcus, the refreshing night air of the summer sweeping over you as you felt yourself laughing at nothing. Marcus chuckled and you sucked in a breath as you felt his chest rumble against your back. He helped you walk a little way down the road before you turned to face him suddenly, “I’m hungry! Let’s get food!” The two of you froze as you looked into each others eyes, was it just you or was he leaning in a little- did his eyes just flicker down to look at your lips? Marcus blinked slowly before straightening up suddenly and coughing, 

“Yeah that sounds good…” You bit back your disappointed frown and shook it off, grabbing his hand and taking off down the street again, “Great! Let’s go!” 

      ————————————

“𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

'𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞” Marcus trudged towards his group of friends and flopped down onto the end of Clem’s sun lounger with a groan. “Rough night?” James smirked at him, “Huh?” Clem snickered “You and Y/N left the club together, did you finally make your move?” Marcus pulled himself to sit up, body heavy with fatigue and slight hangover, he sighed, “No…” Clem rolled his eyes as Juan sighed, “Are you serious mate?” Marcus nodded, head feeling slightly foggy as he thought back to the events of the night before. Your eyes, lit up with excitement as you’d grabbed his hand and started running down the street, your smile as you’d stared up at him. And was he crazy if he could have sworn you’d leaned in at one point, almost like you wanted to kiss him- no. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “What did happen then?” Felipe asked, taking a sip of water, and wiggling his eyebrows Marcus shoved his shoulder gently, letting out a breath of laughter at how ridiculous his friends were being. “Nothing happened!” Clem snorted, “Nothing?” “Nothing.” Marcus confirmed. “We went to get food, went back to the hotel and she made me binge-watch Criminal Minds with her.” James fell back against the sun lounger in disbelief, Juan shaking his head, “Dude, when are you gonna man up?” “What do you mean?” “What he means mate,” Clem swung an arm around Marcus’ shoulder “is when are you finally gonna grow the balls to tell her you like her?” Marcus sighed heavily, before staring after you giggling with Ines as you scrolled through the pictures you’d taken that morning for instagram, he smiled softly at how pretty you looked this morning. Effortlessly beautiful. “Never I guess…” He cracked a smile when he heard you call his name and as he ambled his way over to you, James turned to Clem, Felipe and Juan, "We have to do something.” “For sure.” “I’m in!”   ————————————

“𝐈 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞

𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”

Another city on your summer tour holiday, another night out in some club that Clem demanded you all went to. You fanned your face slightly as you grabbed Ines’ arm, “I’m heading to the bar! Want anything?” She shook her head and smiled at you to continue before you turned and pushed your way off the crowded dance floor. Reaching the bar you realised that there were people in front of you so you pulled your phone out to check if Marcus wanted anything to drink. 

Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket, Marcus’ head shot up when he realised you’d texted him. Looking out from the booth that your group had reserved he could see over the dance floor, across to the other side to where you stood by the bar. He smiled at the sight of you but that smile was quickly replaced by a frown when a man approached you from behind, tapping you on the shoulder and quickly invading your personal space. He monitored the situation closely, his frown growing as yours did. Who was this guy? And why was he being so pushy? Marcus felt himself growing angry as he stood up and made his way through the club, “Baby!” You heard Marcus before you saw him, he slid an arm around your waist and you felt yourself instantly relaxing. You gasped slightly when he pressed a kiss to your temple, “You were taking a while, I got worried… oh! Who’s this darling?” Marcus glared at the guy standing opposite you, “Relax bro, I didn’t know she was your girl.” “Yeah that’s right…” Marcus’ grip on your waist tightened and you felt him pulling you closer to him, “she’s my girl.” Heat erupted across your skin and your stomach flipped as the words left his mouth. ‘Oh god, calm down Y/N’ you willed yourself as the other guy held up his hands in surrender, slowly slipping back into the crowd. “Are you okay?” Marcus hands were on your shoulders as he turned you to face him, eyes frantically searching you for any sign of distress, “I’m sorry I suddenly grabbed you and called you those things, I-I just wanted to help…” “Hey…” You said softly, “I’m okay…” Marcus gave a sigh of relief, hands dropping to meet yours as he interlocked your fingers together. You held your breath, screaming internally as his thumbs gently rubbed across the back of hour hand. “I just… I got so worried, so mad-“ “Why?” “Why what?” “Why did you get mad?” Marcus stopped, breathing heavily, why had he gotten so mad? He knew the answer… did he really want to tell you? “I-I was jealous.” Your mouth dropped open, “Jealous? Why? Marcus he was no one-“ “Because I realised that you’re not actually mine and someone might take you away and take away any chance I have of making you mine.” He cursed Clem for making him shot that tequila earlier, this was not how he wanted you to find out about his feelings for you. He stopped as he looked back at your face, seeing you tear up. “Shit…” He cursed under his breath, he dropped your hands, “Y/N, I’m so sorry…” you reached out for him, “N-no no it’s okay…” You looked around for a second, spotting an exit door to a staircase to an outdoor area in the corner, “Come with me,” grabbing his hand, you made your way to the door. 

In the booth towards the back of the club, the guy who’d approached you approached Clem, James, Juan and Felipe, “Hey, I talked to that girl like you said, hope I didn’t make him too mad though.” Clem laughed before standing up and clapping him on the back, “Not at all, thank you so much mate! Thanks for the support this season too.” The guy laughed as he turned to find the people he’d come with, “No, thank you for buying my friends and I drinks tonight!” With a final laugh amongst all the men at the table and a wave, he vanished into the crowd and Juan was frantically tapping Felipe next to him, “Umm… Look.” The table all turned their heads to see you leading Marcus out the door, “Well damn… Looks like it was Y/N who made the first move after all.”  ————————————

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝐖𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰”

You exhaled as you reached the top step and stepped out into the outside area, Marcus close behind you. “Are you okay?” He stood awkwardly behind you, fidgeting slightly, aware that a few minutes ago you’d had tears in your eyes. You took a deep breath, “I’m not mad or upset.” You said quietly, closing your eyes to will yourself the confidence to say the next sentence out loud, “I’m happy.” Marcus took a step closer to you, barely daring himself to breathe in case he suddenly woke up and found that this was all a dream, “Happy?” You nodded slowly, opening your eyes to look directly into his, “Happy because… I know that…” You paused, smiling shakily, he closed the gap between you, grabbing one of your hands in his, cupping your face with the other, “Take your time… I’m not going anywhere sunshine.” You giggled nervously, “I’m happy because I finally know that you feel the same way.” You blurted out. Marcus froze, eyes widened slightly. “Y-you what?” “I know you feel the same way.” Your hands came up to fist themselves in his shirt as you pulled him as close as you could, leaning up to softly press a kiss to his lips before pulling back with a squeak as you realised what you’d just done. Marcus smiled and dropped your hand, instead wrapping his arm round your waist, pulling you in to kiss you once again. You melted into his embrace, hardly able to believe that after years of pining, he was finally kissing you. Marcus was kissing you. You giggled at the thought, making the two of you pull apart, he gently pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, then your forehead, then each cheek before kissing the corner of your lips, closing his eyes in bliss each time. “You wanna know something?” He pressed his forehead to yours, “What?” You breathed out, “I’m captivated by you baby… like a… firework show.” You giggled, “Oh really?” He nodded, “Mhmm…”  "You’re cute… now kiss me again?” “You don’t need to ask darling, I’d be happy to…” “𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞”

#mimi.writes #marcus armstrong #f1 x reader #f2 x reader #marcus armstrong x reader #formula one x reader #formula one imagines #love of my life 🌷 #f1 #f2 #Spotify

[jenonctcity]

[5:35pm]

Warnings: Angst

 “You don’t mean that…” The words fell from your lips softer than a feather hitting the ground. You couldn’t quite grasp onto the words that had just been said to you. No, not said, screamed. Shaking your head, you squeezed your watery eyes shut, liquid pooling in the waterline enough to make a small barely there tear roll down one of your hot cheeks. The words you just heard bounced around your head as you tried to make sense of them, of the meaning behind them. But you couldn’t quite conjure up an explanation for it. “Donghyuck,” You choked on your words before you could say anything else, opening your eyes and giving the broken man in front of you a sympathetic look. Gulping to try and clear the lump in your throat you continued on, “You can’t mean that.”

“Well I fucking do.” His own voice had lowered in volume, the defeat settling into his system as he looked at you with sad eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting from you when he had screamed his confession of his feelings for you. Feelings that he knew he shouldn’t be feeling about his best-friend’s long-term girlfriend. Perhaps you would have given him a big loving smile and ran into his arms elated, claiming your love for him and you would both live happily ever after. But he knew he was stupid for that scenario to even creep into his mind. In a way he didn’t want that to even happen, not when Mark had been banging on about proposing to you for the past month. It had been like Donghyuck’s personal hell, having to listen to all the different ways Mark could think of to pop the big question to you. It made it even worse that he had been expected to help him in finding the perfect way for it to happen.

How you’d even gotten to this confession was a blur. It started with him coming over to drop off tickets for a basketball game, which then led to him stopping for a slice of the cake you’d made the day before, then came the topic of relationships. You’d quizzed him on the crush that you knew he had on someone, a crush that Mark liked to tease him about despite not knowing who the mystery lady was. You’d never have guessed that under the pressure of your questions he would crack and confess his love to you.

“Donghyuck-“You started but he cut you off.

“Don’t. I know.” He said and shook his head, not wanting to hear the rejection from you that he knew was coming. You sighed softly, your stomach filled with butterflies that felt like they were holding tiny daggers as you still tried to make sense of this situation. Had you somehow led him on? Given him the wrong idea? Why did he feel this way about you? Hundreds of questions crossed your mind that you wanted, needed answered for. “Forget about it.” He said snappily, shaking his head as he turned away from you, heading towards the door of the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend.

“Wait!” You called out, rushing to him and grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving.

“(Y/N) please…” His voice sounded like nothing you’d ever heard from the usually chipper man. You’d never heard his voice so filled with raw emotion and hurt before and it made your heart cry.

“Donghyuck, we need to talk about this, you can’t just leave after telling me that you love me and pretend that this never happened.” You said firmly, hoping that if you put your foot down with him then he would give you the answers that you needed. His eyes met yours, the dark irises swimming with guilt, shame, and longing. It had your head pounding and your chest hurting seeing him this way. Whilst he was Marks friend first, he was also yours. You’d spent so much time with him that it was inevitable that you and he would become friends. You just didn’t expect him to develop feelings other than strictly platonic.

“What’s there to talk about? I’m madly in love with my best-friend’s girlfriend and now I’ve made an absolute idiot out of myself by telling her! Just, forget it! Please!” The desperation in is voice was telling you that he was panicking about it all, which was understandable as you knew he thought you’d tell Mark. You had no intention of telling Mark though, not wanting to ruin their friendship over something that you could try and keep under wraps for as long as possible. He pulled his arm out of your grasp, which you hadn’t even realised you were still holding and you sighed to yourself as you watched him practically pull the door off its hinges in his haste to leave.

“Donghyuck!!” You called but it was too late. The door slamming echoed in your ears in the same way that his confession echoed in your head, leaving you with an empty feeling in your chest.

#enjoy the angst #donghyuck #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #haechan #mark lee #haechan angst #angst #donghyuck angst #nct angst #nct dream angst #nct dream imagine #nct dream fic #nct dream timestamp #lee haechan angst #lee haechan timestamp #timestamp #nct timestamp #nct timestamp angst #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #lee haechan x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #donghyuck x reader #nct 127 #nct 127 angst #nct 127 timestamp #nct 127 timestamp angst #nct haechan #nct dream haechan

[turvi]

Little Pup

Hi, thanks for this request. You can drop more requests I hope I did justice to your idea.

Pairings: Professor Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader (platonic)

Warning: Mentions of Nudity (not sexual), injury

GIF NOT MINE CREDITS TO OWNER

Y/n bounced her legs anxiously trying to settle her nerves. She barely managed to make it to the Shrieking Shack before anyone could spot her. Today marked 2 months since she was bitten by a lycanthrope wolf who just happened to be her professor Lupin. She was nervous, she heard shrieking shack is supposed to be haunted and the darkness doesn’t help. Suddenly she heard footsteps from across the hall and picks up a wooden plank she kept around (just in case). As the sound of footsteps got louder her heartbeat started pounding faster. The person knocked softly on the door. “It’s me little pup, I come bearing gifts,” a familiar voice said. 

She quickly opened it to find Remus Lupin standing in front of her with a tired smile and a tote bag in his hand. 

She took a breath of relief and opened the door fully to let him in. 

“I brought wolfsbane potion, chocolates, your favorite snack, and medicines” he finally looked up at her to see her fiddling with her fingers. He feels so guilty he can’t even look into her eyes. If only he had been more careful. 

2 months ago 

Y/n slowly blinked open her eyes. As soon as she did that she felt pain coursing through her body. She groaned quickly getting attention from Madam Pomfrey and a very disheveled and sleep-deprived Professor Remus Lupin. 

Remus Lupin has made many mistakes both in his youth and adulthood, yet nothing made him feel more guilty than he does now. 

“Professor Lupin what are you doing here?” her voice croaked. She remembers roaming the grounds of Hogwarts for a breath of fresh air but unfortunately for her, it was a full moon night, she got lost in the forbidden forest and instantly attracted the attention of the werewolf who just happened to be Professor Lupin. She gave him a good run she got out of the forbidden forest but Remus Lupin was faster and bit her left leg. She somehow made it to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey took her in instantly looking at her state. 

“Uh-you have been bitten by a werewolf Y/N,” he said looking disconsolate. 

“How do you know?” it looked like Y/n struck a nerve as Professor Lupin shared a knowing look with Madam Pomfrey and she left him alone to break the news. 

“Y/n a wolf bit you last night?”

She nods her head in agreement he sighs as he scoots his stool closer to her bed. “That was a werewolf, Y/n and I am afraid you might have contracted lycanthropy” 

Her breath hitched Professor Snape had just taught them about werewolves. Her palms started sweating all of a sudden she couldn’t breathe through her nose properly and her heart was pumping fast. Before it could get worse she felt her professor’s calloused hand on hers. 

“I am sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you I can’t express how bad I feel” his voice broke and got Y/n’s attention. “Professor it’s my fault too I should not have been roaming on the grounds. 

“Well, it doesn’t matter whose fault it was. The real issue is that Y/n has contracted lycanthropy” Madam Pomfrey interrupted. 

“I’ll take care of her, I will make sure someone is there for her” Remus instantly said. 

Present 

While the two waited for their transformation they talked and got to know each other 

“Wait so you are telling me it was you we used to hear screaming in this building?” the laugh in her question brought a big smile to him 

They sat in comfortable silence when she spoke up again 

“Who used to do this for you?” she asked him genuinely, a bit concerned hoping he didn’t have to go through this alone. 

“I had my best friends James, Sirius, and Peter we used to come here through the same passage you came from,” he said with a fond smile on his face. 

Merlin, he must be missing his friends, especially during a time like this. 

“Have you told your friends?” he asked as he nibbled on the last piece of chocolate. 

“Not yet, Professor, I am scared of how they will react” she sighed rubbing her palms on her thighs 

“You can call me Remus, after everything we have been through it, seems right,” he said with a small smile. “It’s ok I will always be here for you,” he said. She could tell he meant it and gave him a bright smile.

It was true things got especially more awkward after Y/n’s first transformation when they would return to the shrieking shack and both of them found themselves without their clothes as they got ripped during their transformation. 

Remus was quick to offer his oversized shirt to her. They laugh thinking back at the situation now

“Ok, so does that mean we are best friends now?” 

He chuckled lightly at her words 

“Ohh you know what next month we could try some skincare routine together if we are besties now” 

Remus laughed at her suggestion. Y/n reminded him a lot of his best friends and it made him more protective of her. 

“Ok little pup, hold your horses we are not doing that,” he said thinking about what movie they will watch while they apply face masks.

It was like this for the two werewolves now. They found a family in each other. Y/n respected Remus a lot and Remus appreciated Y/n a lot and knew she would become the strongest witch one day with the amount of hard work she does and he looks forward to that day.

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[daughterofthereaper02]

Nightmare Baking

Pairing: Platonic Top Gun characters x f! Mitchell! Reader

(can be seen as adopted or by birth Mitchell)

Key: y/n - your name. Y/e/c- your eye color. Y/s/c- your skin color. Y/n/n -your nickname

A/n: I tried something new here by being a little more descriptive of the body! I try to change things up such as areas, personalities, tropes, and how I describe people so I hope you like it!! If you want like a specific area mentioned, send it please with a little description. With a lot like Southern Boy Charm I'm walking in with just descriptions from places like TikTok and such.

You slipped on your aviators as you got out of your plane. Your WSO Ghost giving you a high five as you both cheered, "We got him good Mitchell!" You best friend cheered, "Yeah we did!" You laughed. You began to feel your chest tightened and looked into your best friends green eyes, hers meeting your y/e/c, blood pouring down her face from her light brown hair. "Ghost? What's happening!?" You asked as you caught her in your arms, her tanned skin looking pale. You could feel the blood draining from your face as you suddenly found yourself clutching her body on the middle of the ocean. You could feel the water lapping against your body like you were back there all over again. "No no no, not again" you sobbed. Ghost put a hand on your cheek, it was ice cold against the warmth of your cheek. "I'm dead, Y/n. Let. Me. Go." Ghost told you, a vacant look in her eyes. Ghost looked truly dead and like her callsign, a ghost.

You screamed as you sat up, jumping out of bed and rushing to the corner of your bedroom. You could feel your best friends blood on your cheek still. "No..." You sobbed, clutching your own dog tags in your hand. You heart was pounding roughly in your chest and you could have sworn it would have broken out by now. Your body was ice cold and you trembled, unaware of your surroundings as you felt trapped.

From being unaware, you forgot that your friends had stayed over the night because they had drank too much to drive themselves home. Often you all crashed at each other's places after hanging out like this. Natasha stayed with you in your room while Jake, Robert, and Bradley stayed on the guest room.

Natasha approached you carefully, the guys wouldn't have heard you scream because it was more of a strangled noise when you woke up. She knelt down in front of you and took your hand in hers gently. "Y/n? It's okay, you aren't there anymore" she whispered, stroking your cheek. Each of you had learned how to pull the others out of nightmares when they got this bad.

Your y/s/c face glistened with sweat in the moonlight that broke through your bedroom curtains. "N-Natasha?" You whispered, your body slightly trembling still. She gave you a smile, "That's my name, don't wear it out!" She winked, making you giggle. Warmth was flooding back into you slowly as she kept up the gentle touches to keep you grounded. "Sorry, I just dreamt of losing Ghost again. She was my WSO in Top Gun, both engines failed for some technical reason. I was lucky to live but she didn't" you mumbled, that was the most you ever told anyone about her.

Nat pulled you in for a hug and you both stayed like that while you calmed down. It wasn't unusual for your little group of friends to help each other through nightmares, this meant the physical affection wasn't unusual either.

An hour later, you and Natasha were making cupcakes and brownies in the kitchen at one in the morning. Jake stumbled into the kitchen and found you both like that "Nightmare?" He asked groggily and you both told him yes quietly. He put on a pot of coffee and sat at the table, taking a warm brownie. You felt you heart warm to know your friends were there for you even when they didn't have to be. "This is good, I want these for my birthday party" he mumbled through a full mouth of food, making you both cringe. "Swallow then speak" you snorted, a small smile on your face. When you turned, you missed the wink Jake sent Nat to show her he meant to make you smile.

Bob came fifteen minutes later and sat down, rubbing his eyes and looked at you all with squinted eyes but figured it was a nightmare so he took a cupcake. "You should make those muffins Mav likes" he said sleepily. You and Nat exchange a look before you went search for the recipe. You found your old box of recipes and made Jake grab them because they were in the highest cabinet. He and Bob quickly set off to help you and Natasha bake, knowing it was your way to cope.

It wasn't until three in the morning that Bradley came out and found the kitchen covered in treats while you all worked. You had to smack Jake's hand away as you made his favorite cookies. "Nightmare baking? Y/n?" Was all he asked and you all confirmed it. He just washed his hands, made a cup of coffee, and helped out. You all worked flawlessly together. You were all laughing and giggling as you decorated the cupcakes and cookies, Bob managed to get a picture of you all with icing and flour all over you all.

One of them shot a text to your dad at five in the morning that you were baking. Maverick showed up ten minutes later and happily accepted your baked goodies. You eventually relaxed enough to stop baking and you all looked around to find cookies, brownies, cupcakes, jello, pudding, and muffins crowding your kitchen. "Take home what you guys want" you laughed, rubbing your neck. "Thank you for being here" you told them all and they hugged you "Of course y/n/n, always" they told you.

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@peaches-and-sunshine@natasharomanoffisbaebby@sweetheartlizzie07@lollypop90907@the-hottest-lieutenants @jamiedontbeacracko @blackcat2907

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[theodorecanaryhood]

Experimental

Jason Todd x male! Reader

Jason and reader get drunk and begin to experiment with each other.

Happy and platonic ending, didn’t proof read so excuse any spelling mistakes 🧐

Growing up in Gotham was hard for most people, growing up not rich enough to get by was hard, growing Gay was a nightmare. So you can imagine, growing gay, not rich and living in Gotham City was a challenge at best.

By 22 you had made something of yourself and got yourself up to the top, working alongside big names and even more so being able to afford your dream apartment and car.

‘Congratulations on the big promotion’ Jason smiled as you both clinked your glasses.

You drank with your buddy Jason as the two of you celebrated together, you’d met through Roy becoming closer and closer.

This was the first time it was just the two of you, though it seemed a little different this time.

Four drinks, seven, you’d lost count by now and the two of you were crashing on Jason’s couch. Too buzzed to make it home and both of you too sloppy to make it in a bed.

Jason flopped on his back and he patted the couch for you to flake next to him. You obliged, laying on your front, against Jason’s side.

‘That was a fun night, we should do that again’ Jason whispered softly as he put an arm around you.

You felt confused a little as you slowly edged your head towards Jason’s shoulder, seeing that he didn’t move.

‘I’ve always wondered y/n, what makes you attracted to men?’ Jason asks you.

‘Well what attracts you to women?’ You asked back as Jason smiled, looking in your eyes.

‘I guess I don’t know’ Jason replied as he neared his head to you.

‘Guess I don’t know either’

Jason smiled as pulled you closer to his chest as your heart began to thump. Pounding like a sledgehammer as Jason’s breath fanned your face.

‘Wanna make out?’ Jason blurted out, slurring his words a little.

‘What?’

‘I’m curious what it feels like to kiss a man’ Jason whispered with a devilish grin, you blushed a little.

You couldn’t deny the fact that Jason was rather attractive, but he’d always been your friend, your pal. Felt weird that he was suddenly attracted to you.

‘If you’re sure’ you almost hesitated to answer, Jason smiled and closed his eyes.

Nearing your lips, Jason pressed against them very softly for a few seconds. Only to then pull you in more.

Jason held you against him as he kissed you, tongues fighting for dominance as well as hands roaming freely around each other’s bodies.

Jason was an expert in your body in a matter of minutes, you were a master in knowing how to pleasure him in the same time.

The sun hit the window with a vengeance, as well as your head screaming at you for drinking so much and not drinking water.

The feeling of an arm around you made you snap awake, along with the feeling of just a blanket and no clothes.

‘Uh oh’ you mumbled to yourself, you briefly remember bits and pieces.

Jason stirred as you felt you roll off the couch, waking up and finding he was too naked. He snapped awake and went bright red.

‘Morning y/n’ Jason blushed as you wrapped your jacket around your waist, hiding your junk.

‘Morning’ you replied with a sheepish smile, trying not to make eye contact with Jason.

Jason stood up, finding his discarded underwear laying on the ground next to yours. Handing it to you while he put his on.

‘I had a good time last night, I really did’ you nervously laughed as you pulled your underwear up.

Jason only mumbled in response, walking to his kitchen to get some coffee.

‘Did I do something wrong?’

Jason snapped his head round to look at you, unable to read his face you stood still in the doorway.

‘No, not at all. Y/n last night was the best sex I’ve ever had, really’ Jason said, turning his coffee machine on.

Jason pulled out two mugs and placed them on the counter, urging you to sit with him while you both waited.

‘Then what’s wrong?’ You asked curious and concerned for your friend.

‘I’m not gay, I want to tell you now. I’m not’ Jason said, feeling guilty.

‘I know’ you nodded, Jason sighed as he buried his head in his hands.

‘It was a one time thing, I was drunk and horny and wanted to see what kissing a guy was like. I liked it, and I liked having sex with you. But I’m not gay, is that weird?’ Jason rambled. You merely shook your head, a bright smile on your face.

‘It just means you were curious to see what it was like. Everyone experiments at some point in their lives. Jason I have hooked up with straight guys before’ you laughed, Jason felt more comfortable around you with your words.

Jason hadn’t told anyone about his fantasy, a fantasy he discovered took his interest a while back.

Jason was at a bar when he saw two guys sitting together in the back, they were laughing and holding hands. Then kissing.

‘I wasn’t sure if you would be into it, we’re friends’ Jason admitted, telling you how long he’d wanted to try something different in his sex life.

‘I get it, I kissed and felt up a woman a few years ago. I was curious as to whether I was bi or gay’ you admitted in return.

Jason sipped his coffee as you spoke, eyes glistening and bright. That’s one thing Jason always liked about you, even in the darkest moments your eyes always seemed to glisten.

‘I don’t want anything to be awkward between us, or for us to mention this’ Jason blushed again, you laughed.

‘Secrets safe with me Jay, and nothing will change between us. But just know you can be as free and feel as comfortable with me as you want’ you winked, Jason nodded.

‘Thank you’

Jason and your friendship never did change, not massively. In fact, the two of you got closer and closer.

Jason always referred to you as his ‘heterosexual life partner’ as a joke, but you knew deep down he loved you dearly. As you did him.

#red hood #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #gotham #jason todd x you #jason todd #fanfiction #fanfic #red hood x male reader #jason todd x male reader

[wren-of-the-woods]

Your Screams Still Echo In My Dreams

Geralt can't stop dreaming about what happened to Jaskier in Oxenfurt. Sitting outside Jaskier's room is the only way he can convince himself the bard is safe. Inspired by this wonderful post by @yeraskier​!

3k, romantic or platonic Geraskier, angst with a happy ending. Also on AO3!

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All Geralt could hear was screaming.

It echoed in his ears, piercing him more sharply than any sword. Jaskier’s voice — his bard’s lovely, melodic voice — had turned from a finely-tuned instrument into nothing more than pain made audible. Jaskier was far past the point of words, reduced to inarticulate cries by the meticulous use of fire and fist alike. Geralt couldn’t help but think of all the times he’d wished for Jaskier to stop talking, all the complaints he’d made in search of this very blessing. He wished he could take back every word.

Perhaps Geralt was screaming too. He couldn’t tell — he wasn’t certain of anything except Jaskier’s pain. Why would Geralt’s screams matter when he was simply standing there, unable to do anything but watch as his very best friend in the whole wide world was tortured?

“Stop,” Geralt shouted. He had tried this before. His throat was sore from pleading. “I’m right here. Take me instead.”

Once again, the mage ignored him. He didn’t so much as turn to look at Geralt’s desperation. 

“Stop hurting him. Please,” Geralt cried. Once, he would never have stooped so low as to beg. Now he was so far past caring that he didn’t even register the humiliation. “Please, I’ll do anything you ask.” 

The mage continued. 

“Jaskier,” said Geralt desperately. The need to comfort Jaskier burned in every corner of Geralt’s being, potent as the mage’s fire. “Jaskier, I’m here. You’re not alone. I’ll get you out of here, I swear. It’ll be okay. I’m here, Jaskier.”

Jaskier did not react. There was no change in the tone of his gasping, sobbing cries. It was, as always, as though Geralt was completely invisible. All he could do was watch as Jaskier was tortured, the secondhand agony worse than any brand.

All Geralt could hear was screaming. 

Until—

There was a loud crash. Geralt woke with a noise somewhere between a gasp and a sob. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his skull.

He opened his eyes. The furs on his bed were tangled around his legs and soaked in sweat. The small table next to the bed had fallen over; Geralt must have knocked it over in his sleep. He assumed that was what had woken him. 

He sat up and buried his head in his hands, trying desperately to calm his breathing. His face was wet with tears. He felt like he could still hear the screams, only slightly abated by the sound of the wind whistling around the keep’s walls. He let out a shaky sigh and tried to slow his breathing until his heart stopped trying quite so hard to beat out of his chest. No one was screaming. It was not real.

The problem was that it wasn’t just a dream. 

Jaskier lived through that. He had been tortured for hours, made to scream until his throat was sore and his hands were burnt. It was Geralt’s fault that he had been in pain, and Geralt was not there. 

Geralt stood up from the bed and righted the table. He put the candle and battered book back on top of it. He walked around the room twice, trying to ground himself. It didn’t work. 

He thought of Jaskier’s face twisted in pain. He thought of Jaskier’s voice, ragged and broken. He thought of Jaskier’s hands burning. He thought of Jaskier crying and screaming, completely alone with no one to help. He knew, logically, that Jaskier was in Kaer Morhen and perfectly safe. The logic did not reassure him.

Over far too many nights of such nightmares, he had learned that there was only one way he could calm himself now. Softly, so as not to wake any of the other witchers, he opened his door and set off for Jaskier’s room. 

Finding the way was second nature by now. The familiar cold of the stone against his bare feet was easily ignored. He made his way around corners and through long halls, until, at last, he was close enough.

The bard’s breathing, slow and heavy with sleep, echoed through the quiet corridor. His heartbeat was steady. His scent, tinged with the telltale odor of alcohol but still so very familiar, seeped through the walls. Geralt could feel his shoulders loosen a little. Jaskier was safe. 

Some nights like this, Geralt was cautious. Sometimes he stayed here at the end of the corridor, just close enough to make out Jaskier’s soft breathing. Tonight, he didn’t think that would be enough. He padded down the corridor until he reached Jaskier’s door and sank down to sit beside it with his back to the stone wall.

He closed his eyes and focused all his attention on Jaskier’s heartbeat, human-fast and fragile and familiar and safe. It was more grounding than anything else Geralt had discovered in all his decades of travel. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back against the cold stone, and sunk into meditation with his breathing timed to match Jaskier’s.

He knew from experience that he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep tonight, but he could rest here a little. Jaskier would be safe if Geralt was here to stand guard outside his door.

Geralt let himself lose track of time. He knew he could rouse himself at the break of dawn, just before Jaskier or Yennefer would wake, so there was no need for him to be alert. He simply let the sound and scent of Jaskier wash over him, and hoped it would be restful enough to keep him alert through the next day. 

This worked very well until, without warning, Jaskier’s heartbeat quickened.

Within moments, Jaskier’s breathing had sped up and his scent had soured with an edge of distress. Geralt tensed. He couldn't hear movement in the room behind him, nor could he sense any sign of an intruder. Nothing appeared to have changed.

Then Jaskier let out a soft cry, and Geralt had to restrain himself from leaping to his feet and barging straight into the room. Jaskier was afraid, but he wasn’t moving. There was no intruder. He was probably just having a nightmare.

That thought was painful in an entirely different way, but at least the bard wasn’t in danger. 

He listened as Jaskier shifted in the bed, his scent now filled with fear. Geralt knew he shouldn’t do anything — his help would probably embarrass Jaskier at best and make him more afraid at worst — but he couldn’t bring himself to leave, either. 

He sat there in uncertainty, until, moments later, Jaskier’s breath caught and there was the sound of movement in the room.

“Fuck.” Jaskier’s soft voice echoed against the bare stone. 

There were various shuffling sounds, as though Jaskier was shifting restlessly on the bed, and an irritated huff. Then the shuffling stopped. Geralt heard footsteps approaching the door. 

Before he had time to do more than scramble to his feet, the door swung open and Jaskier stepped out of the room. His hair was mussed, his clothes were wrinkled under the ragged blanket thrown around his shoulders, and he was red around the eyes as though he’d been crying.

Jaskier froze when he saw who was standing in the corridor. “Geralt?”

“Jaskier.”

“What are you doing here?” Jaskier’s voice was rougher than Geralt had ever heard it. 

“I… couldn’t sleep.”

Jaskier let out a bark of humorless laughter. “So you came to tell me about my fillingless pie again?”

“No!” said Geralt. It was almost a shout. He winced at the too-loud sound and tried again, quieter. “No, Jaskier. I should never have said that in the first place. I’m sorry.”

Jaskier huffed. “Oh, so now you apologize? Over a decade later?”

Geralt managed not to flinch. “I’m sorry. I wanted to say so back then. I should have. I haven’t been a good friend to you.”

Jaskier stared at him for a long moment, face unreadable. Then he grimaced and looked away. 

“Mmm, nope. I’m not having this conversation right now. I refuse to do this sober and directly after a nightmare.”

Jaskier must have misread Geralt’s half-pained and half-guilty expression, because he let out another humorless laugh. 

“Yes, Geralt. Even a silly little bard like me can have nightmares. I don’t have such deep and horrifying material for them as a witcher must, of course, although mine have been featuring a fair bit of fire lately. Do I get admission into the brooding society?”

Jaskier huffed and turned to walk away down the corridor without waiting for an answer, refusing to look at Geralt.

“Mine too,” said Geralt, desperately trying to keep him from leaving.

Jaskier stopped in his tracks. “What?”

Geralt froze, realizing what he had said. 

“Hmm,” he said, then cursed himself for his awkwardness.

Jaskier turned back to Geralt, brows furrowed. 

“You have nightmares about being tortured?” asked Jaskier.

Geralt considered lying. He considered staying silent. He considered running off into the mountains never to be seen again. 

He realized that not communicating was what got him into this mess in the first place.

Fuck it.

“No. I have nightmares about you being tortured.”

Jaskier’s expression froze. 

“What?” he said again. This time, his voice was a little choked. “Why do you know about that?”

Geralt shifted awkwardly. “Yen told me what happened. Briefly. I wanted to know why she needed bandages. She thought I knew.”

“Oh,” said Jaskier faintly. “And you… had a nightmare? About me?” 

Geralt nodded.

“But— why?”

Geralt’s heart broke a little. He wanted to tug Jaskier closer to him, to hold him tight until Jaskier saw exactly why Geralt needed him, but he no longer knew if his touch was welcome. He had to find some other way to communicate. He didn’t know if it was the sleep deprivation or the days of bottled-up emotion or a true desire for honesty, but he found words spilling from his lips. 

“Jaskier, I— you’re important. You’re so important to me. You’re happiness and love and everything that’s good in the world. You’re my light, Jaskier, and I hurt you when you didn’t deserve it. You got hurt for me. You were so fucking brave and kind and good and you got hurt for it and I wasn’t there to help. You— you shouldn’t get hurt, Jask. You should never have had to do that. You didn’t deserve to go through that alone and you had to because I’m a fucking coward who doesn’t know a good thing when he sees it. You’re ridiculous but sometimes you’re a better man than I’ll ever be.”

Geralt rubbed a hand over his face. “And I can’t stop seeing it, seeing him hitting you and burning you while I can’t do anything. I’m stuck there and I can’t get you to hear me, I can’t do anything but watch while you scream. You should never have had to scream like that. Not for me. Not for anything.” 

Geralt realized, distantly, that he was shaking. “You shouldn’t have had your kindness exploited. You shouldn’t have lost your lute or had your hands hurt. It’s not fucking fair, and I can’t do anything about it and— I’m so sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry, Jaskier.”

Geralt dared to look up from where he’d been staring intently at the floor and saw Jaskier looking at him in teary-eyed disbelief.

“Geralt,” he whispered. He did not continue. He was shaking too.

“Can I hug you?” Geralt asked brokenly, and Jaskier managed a nod. 

Geralt almost fell into Jaskier’s arms. He pulled him close and buried his face into the crook of Jaskier’s neck, listening to the bard’s heartbeat and breathing in his scent. Jaskier’s breathing was uneven and his pulse was a little higher than usual, but he was here and he was solid and he was safe. Geralt couldn’t help a ragged sigh of relief. 

Jaskier’s hands came to rest on Geralt’s back. Geralt squeezed Jaskier tighter. Jaskier leaned into Geralt’s touch, resting his head against Geralt’s. 

“I’m sorry,” said Geralt when they eventually pulled apart. He couldn’t quite bring himself to look Jaskier in the eyes. “You’re the one who had a nightmare about actual events. I should have let you talk.”

“No,” said Jaskier, “It’s all right. I— I appreciated it.” He let out a small laugh. “Besides, I talk enough as it is. It’s about time you got your turn.” He grew serious again. “It’s good to know that you care. Very good.”

“I do care,” said Geralt, finally looking at Jaskier. “I’m sorry I’m so shit at showing it.”

Jaskier smiled. It was small and a little shaky, but it was a smile nonetheless. “Thank you.”

They stood there in silence for a moment. The wind whistled outside the keep. Jaskier’s breathing was steady again.

“Now what?” asked Jaskier. 

The question hung heavily in the air. Geralt didn’t know what would happen now. How would Jaskier fit into the tangled web of fate that seemed to surround Geralt on all sides? How could he weave Jaskier into the beginnings of this new braid, along with Ciri and Yennefer? Geralt would have to work it out soon. He couldn’t face leaving Jaskier out of his life again.

But Geralt didn’t have to work it out tonight. He was exhausted both emotionally and physically, and Jaskier was doubtless in a similar state. They could make these decisions in an hour, or a day, or even a week. 

“Dawn will come soon,” Geralt offered. “We could make breakfast.” 

We. A peace offering. An outstretched hand.

Jaskier considered for a moment. Then—

“I suppose someone has to make sure you season the food properly.” 

A joke. A bond. A second chance.

Geralt huffed a laugh. “I suppose so.”

They walked into the new day together. 

--

After breakfast that morning, Geralt didn’t see much of Jaskier. Geralt was busy with training Ciri and repairing the keep. Jaskier was off doing whatever he did in Kaer Morhen while Geralt wasn’t looking. As the day drew to a close, Geralt began to wonder what he would do if the nightmares came again. Had the previous night been a one-time occurrence? Would it make Jaskier uncomfortable to have to wonder if Geralt was sitting outside his door?

Geralt was about to try to sleep despite his fears when he was interrupted by a knock at his bedroom door. He stood to open it without thought, assuming it was one of his brothers, then drew in a breath of surprise.

Jaskier was standing in the corridor with a blanket and a pillow in his arms, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

“Jaskier,” said Geralt.

“Hi,” said Jaskier. 

“Are you all right?”

“Yes. I’m fine.”

Geralt waited for a moment. Jaskier seemed to gather his courage.

“I was just wondering if maybe you wouldn’t mind sharing a room? Since I have nightmares about being hurt and you have nightmares about me being hurt I thought we might possibly feel safer if we were together, and my room has a bit of a hole in the wall so yours is probably nicer. I always feel safer when I sleep next to you anyway and I can just take the floor if you want, it won’t be anywhere near the worst—”

“Jaskier. Breathe.”

“Right. Sorry.” 

Despite Geralt’s best efforts, he felt hope rise in his chest. He hadn’t dared to think he might be allowed to share a room with Jaskier after all the ways he’d fucked up. If Jaskier was suggesting it now, it meant he felt safe with Geralt. It went without saying that Geralt also felt safe with Jaskier. Perhaps they could actually make this work.

“I can take the floor,” Geralt offered.

Jaskier’s face lit up. “Really? You don’t think I’m crazy?”

“No more than usual.”

Jaskier ignored the comment. “Hold on, you can’t sleep on the floor in your own room. That’s not fair. Either I take the floor or we share the bed.”

Geralt grunted in feigned irritation, trying not to show how much the thought of sharing a bed with Jaskier for the first time in two years made his heart flutter. By the look on Jaskier’s face, he was not entirely successful. 

“Get in bed, then,” he said. Jaskier beamed.

Jaskier was under the covers in an instant, tossing his own blanket over Geralt’s and adding his pillow to the head of the bed. He snuggled in on the side of the bed closest to the wall. Geralt followed at a slightly more sedate pace, taking his customary place between Jaskier and the rest of the room. 

They lay there for a moment, facing each other from across the bed. Uncertainty overtook Geralt. He was no longer sure what was acceptable, where he and Jaskier stood with each other. Geralt wouldn’t mind if Jaskier wanted to stay across from Geralt without touching, but if it were up to Geralt, he would hold Jaskier close. Jaskier seemed equally torn, searching Geralt’s face intently. Then—

“Fuck it,” whispered Jaskier. He moved closer and tucked himself against Geralt, settling his head beneath Geralt’s chin. Geralt returned the embrace without hesitation, bringing one hand up to card through Jaskier’s hair and pulling him closer with the other on the small of his back. Their legs tangled together. 

“Thank you,” said Jaskier softly. 

Geralt wasn’t sure what he was being thanked for. He supposed it didn’t matter.

“Thank you,” he said. Whatever Jaskier was grateful for couldn’t possibly be more important than all the reasons Geralt had to thank Jaskier.

Jaskier chuckled and snuggled closer to Geralt. Geralt tucked the blankets more securely around them.

Things were not perfect. There was a long way to go before their relationship was fully repaired. It would be hard work, especially while wading through all the chaos and turmoil of the rest of their lives.

At the moment, though, Geralt couldn’t bring himself to be worried. They were together. They were safe. They had, more or less, reconciled. The first steps towards rebuilding were being made. Tonight, Geralt thought, he could dare to be content.

With Jaskier in his arms, warm and solid and safe, Geralt slept better than he had in months. 

#geraskier #geralt #jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geralt x jaskier #geralt & jaskier #nightmares #angst with a happy ending #post-the witcher s2 #implied torture #this is possibly the angstiest thing i've written in this fandom but don't worry they cuddle at the end

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The Heart Of The Spiders 🕸 | No Way Home Series Outtake

Contains major spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

Quiet As A Cat series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Spider-Man x female!Reader /Black Cat (Romantic) , Andrew!Spider-Man (Platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Spider-Man (Platonic), Michele Jones-Watson x Tom!Peter Parker, Emma!SpiderVerse Gwen Stacy x (slight) TAMS!Peter Parker.

Content warnings: lots of fluff, slight angst. Mentions of Earth-616 & Earth-65. Profanity, flirtatious banter, and mentions of character death. Slight canon divergence & spoilers for SMNWH. Descriptions of violence and blood. | Female reader (she/her) | about 2k-3k words.

Premise: Michele Jones had one important job, keep the ritual box safe and away from the multiversal villains. While the three Spider-Mans are off being the hero, MJ takes her chance to flee the lab in hopes of finding a safe place for the box when Ned fails to close the portal. They get separated in the school and to the teenagers surprise, she comes face-to-face with two other worldly visitors—who are quite familiar with Peter Parker themselves. Three is the magic number after all, even for the heart of Spider-Man.

Note: hi friends! I have a very special outtake to my first Tobey!Spider-Man x Black Cat!reader series! This outtake is basically something that could’ve happened but didn’t therefore there will not be more parts involving this. I would’ve just made a miniseries if I wanted to do that (maybe in the future though). Just pretend everything that happened with Connors and Max took longer than it did in the film😂 To make it easier, the first two parts of the series are still the same—as are the eventual prequel and the sequel. The only difference if this outtake happened would be the last three parts of ‘Quiet As A Cat. I thought this would be fun linking all the comic book loves of Peter together. Hope you like it!

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“A-and that is a lizard—on shit!!” MJs was pulling Ned away from the portal when the giant creature was racing toward them. Ned was unable to close the portal linking the high school to the Liberty Island—they should’ve known things would go sideways. They ran away screaming Mj holding the relic close to her as Connors chased after with their Peter flinging onto his back.

“Run!” The teen screamed, pushing the mad scientist into a wall. MJ threw the box at Ned, seeing him catch it and went to charge forward but the two fighting got in her way. “Connors, stop!” Yelping, the girl spun around and raced out the door of the lab into the hallway.

Her feet pounded against the ground, echoing in the silent corridor as she ran as fast as she could away from the lab. She didn’t know if Connors saw her hand the box to Ned or if thought MJ still had it, but she didn’t take any chances. Turning the corridor as the sounds of chaos continued to fill her ears, MJ speed down the steps to the lower level of the school.

When she got to the opposite end—not hearing any sign she had been followed, MJ leaned against the lockers out of breath. Sweat coated her forehead, the girl bringing her sleeve up to wipe the moisture away. Her ankle was burning, more than likely a little sprained because of how fast she had turned to corner.

“Oww,” she moaned, before covering her mouth. MJ felt her heart quicken, waiting for the sound of Connors. But there was nothing. She listened closely—trying to see if there was any indication she wasn’t alone in the school and again was met with silence.

Quiet and carefully, MJ tiptoed her way back to the upper level of the school and to the lab. She didn’t hear Peter nor the loud roar of Connors, and felt it was safe to enter. When she opened the door, MJs shoulders dropped in defeat no longer seeing the bright orange glow of the portal.

It was gone—having closed after Peter got Connors out of the lab and away from the teens.

Now MJ was stranded at the high school while her boyfriend, best friend, and alternate versions of Peter were on Liberty Island. The lab was destroyed and she didn’t have the sling ring like Ned to conjure a doorway for her. The girl was at a loss.

“Now what am I going to do?” She wondered aloud, feeling the frown make its way on her face.

A giggle echoing in the what she thought was an empty hallway save for her had chills on MJs spine. The teen froze, now aware of the footsteps approaching at the opposite end of where she stood.

And it wasn’t just one pair of footsteps.

Nerves filled her veins, hands shaking on the door handle when the clacking of boots on the tile got louder. MJ slowly backed away from the lab, letting her hand fall to her side as she made her way to the middle of the hall so she could face the potential threats.

The girl was unsure if they were from her world, but after the days events she doubted they were. They had to be visitors.

There, at the end of the hallway stood two darkened silhouettes—their faces hidden from MJs vision. One looked taller than the other, obviously wearing some kind of boot judging by the clacking of the heel against the tiled floor. MJ couldn’t see their faces yet, the light of the moon behind them reflected off so all she saw was their outline.

They were walking side by side with only an arms length between them. Both were instep, slowly walking toward the girl with straightened postures. It definitely caused MJs nerves to heighten. Even without seeing their face the teen was highly intimidated.

“Looks like little spiders right hand gal is stuck in a pickle. Whatever will she do?”

MJ heard a woman tease her, the sound coming from the taller of the two. It was feather like yet mature, like she was older than the unknown figure. MJ could see them approaching a lit area and soon they would be revealed to her.

“Now, now,” the other voice—who also was a woman, scolded. “She’s just a kid. Be easy on her.”

“Don’t come any closer,” MJ warned, keeping her voice steady. “I know karate!!”

First their feet hit the light—MJs eyes falling to a black boot on the figure on the left, and a turquoise shoe from the one on the right. As the rest of their body appeared to MJ she saw their outfits were matching the foot attire they wore. The woman in Black was the first to meet her eye, adorning a black skin tight equipped catsuit with a matching tiny mask framing her sparkling y/e/c eyes. There was a bit of aging to her features, but she still was stunningly beautiful with her blinding white hair that reflected off the light around her. The lipstick she wore was blood red—teeth as white as her hair.

If the teen had to guess she was probably in her early forties. Her body was mature-like and had curves which were enhanced by the tightness of the leather suit.

MJ felt something familiar about this woman, like she had already had some sense of who she was but couldn’t put a name to her tongue.

Letting her attention fall on the woman in white who appeared way younger than her companion. MJs eyes dawned in confusion seeing her white, black and pink spandex suit that looked awfully similar to her boyfriends Spider-Man one. The suit overall was white at the top with black on the bottom and pink webbed detailing. It had a hood attached to the top, and there was a white mask in her hand with the same pink outline around the eyes. Looking at her facial features, MJ met bright blue eyes and yellow blonde hair. She even had a eyebrow piercing and cut to the hair of it.

“W-what the?” The teen pointed at them, backing away when they stepped closer. “Who the hell are you two?” Her other hand raised like she was ready to fight them.

It only humored the older woman. “Awe you’re too cute!” She laughed causing the teen to deflate. There was a light hum to her tone, “Oh if only the MJ back home was like you. Maybe her and I would get along.”

Now that had the girl become bewildered. The woman’s attention turned to the blonde, “Tell me, is Watson like this for you—I’ll totally be envious if she is. I’m so used to the redhead screaming I almost didn’t believe she,” she nodded to MJ with hands on her hips, “—could be her of this world.”

“Eh, can’t agree nor disagree,” the woman replied with a laugh, “MJ and I are friends and band mates. We get along, but have our moments—unlike the version of you I’m used to. We don’t really go like peas in a pod.”

“Shame,” there was a sigh, “We could’ve been quite the trio. People always say three is the magic number, but unfortunately I had to get stuck with versions of you two who I couldn’t stand.”

“You said you could tolerate me though.”

“Touché.”

So they were from another world. It was so obvious, especially the one dressed like she was Spider-Man. “MJ back home? You’re not from here?” MJ looked between them, “Either of you?”

“Isn’t it kinda obvious,” the white suited lady chuckled, “we kinda look out of place.”

“Hey!” Her companion huffed in offense, “speak for yourself, Spidey-gal. I think we blend in just fine—don’t you think? This world is used to heroes in spandex and righteousness.”

“I don’t think your history from what you told me earlier would make it well here, Kitty-Cat.”

“Well yeah—but I can always try.”

“Who are you two?” MJ interrupted before they could continue any further. Both the woman turned back to her, one smirking and the other with a kind smile.

“I’m Gwen,” The blonde introduced, “Gwen Stacy.”

All the life had nearly drained from MJ as her eyes became saucers—remembering the taller Peters words from earlier that night on the roof. He had lost someone named Gwen. Who was his ‘MJ’. But here she was standing before her! “B-but—,” She tried to say, “But Peter—the other Peter said you—.”

“I’m not her,” the smile from Gwen fell slightly, causing MJ to become silent. She waited for the blonde to explain. “I’m not his Gwen—I’m not even from his past.” Her hand gripped the mask in her hand, feeling the sadness lurk as she spoke, “I’m from another universe. A world where I was the one bitten by the spider instead of Peter. I became Spider-Woman of my world—and took on the mantle as its friendly neighborhood crime fighting vigilante. Got me in some trouble when your dad is the chief of police,” she laughed, though there was hint of pain in it.

MJ frowned when Gwen gave her a sad look. “My Peter—who was my first love—he became my worlds Lizard instead of Dr. Connors.” The teen gasped lightly, stealing a glance at the older woman who also appeared saddened by Gwens words. “Peter was a good man and I loved him, b-but after being bullied for so long and becoming obsessed with the idea of revenge,” she paused once more to lick her lip, MJ noticing the slight gloss to her eyes. “—Peter just couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to stop him, but I failed. And I lost him.”

“I’m so sorry,” MJ whispered, but the sound carried in the quiet hallway. “I-I can’t even imagine—.”

“I’ve come to accept it,” Gwen said softly while shaking her head. “It’s been a long time—and I know he’d want to me to carry on. The last thing he told me was he wanted to be special like me. So I live everyday trying to do better, for him.”

MJ saw the older woman give a comforting pat to Gwens shoulder. The gesture made her assume Gwen had already told her when they first met—which had to have been that day. The two shared a smile, MJ mirroring when Gwen looked at her.

“And you?” MJ then asked the older woman, seeing her arm fall back to her side.

Instead of the cheeky smirk she had been giving the entire night, MJ was surprised when it shifted to grin—a wink being sent her way. “The names Y/n L/n, but you might know me as the Black Cat. After all I heard my husband telling you a bit about our history not too long ago.”

A choked gasp had MJ coughing. The two women becoming concerned with Gwen reaching forward when the teen leaned forward. “S-sorry,” she caught her breath, coughing again. “I’m so sorry, I—I wasn’t expecting that.”

“What?” Y/n teased, “He said it was complicated but we made it work didn’t he?”

“Well yeah,” MJ huffed, clearing her throat. “—b-but you know what it’s not important right now.” MJ looked between them, remembering what was happening over on the island. “We gotta get to Liberty Island. And fast.”

“We can do fast,” Gwen smirked, Y/n doing the same—although she had lifted her brow at the teen.

“Dressed like that? You’re going to go into battle in casual clothing? Where’s your suit?” MJ was taken aback, looking at her clothes to see what was wrong with them. She didn’t have a ‘suit.’ The teen was not a superhero like her boyfriend, and surely not like his alternate counterparts partners.

“I-I don’t—I don’t have one. I’m not a superhero like you guys or Peter.”

“I wouldn’t call me a hero, kid,” Y/n laughed at MJs confused look. “My record would surely oppose that. I prefer the term ‘antihero.’” Beside her, Gwen rolled her eyes.

“Now’s not the time to get technical, Y/n. We got more important things at the moment.”

“And letting her fight multiversal villains dressed like she’s ready for biology class is not?”

Gwen gave a huff and warning look to the former criminal, “It’s not like we can just make her a suit right now, Y/n. This school won’t have the materials. And time is ticking.”

MJ saw the wicked glint in Y/ns eye. Mischief pooled in them before she smirked at the vigilante. “Who said anything about making one, lady spider?”

Y/n was right about not making a suit in such short notice. She didn’t however say anything about stealing.

The Black Cat ignored the anxious and disapproving looks she received from MJ and Gwen as she shattered the window of a clothing store. “You know this goes against everything I stand for,” Gwen scolded, keeping watch for any cops while Y/n did god knows what in the store.

There was a laugh by the former cat-burglar, followed by, “Oh relax, lady spider, no one will see. How do think I managed to snag this get up? I don’t carry my suit on me anymore now that I have other responsibilities since putting my breaking and entering ways in the past.”

“Just make it quick please,” MJ pleaded, hearing the lighting storm Max Dillon was causing. She was still feeling the rush from swinging through the air on Gwens back—the two dropping to the ground suddenly when Y/n took a detour not too far from the Island.

“I got it—I got it,” Y/n hopped out of the window. The two could see a long black material with red outlining the sides and top. “Here you go.” MJ caught the suit when Y/n tossed it, holding it out so she could fully see it. The red was the same color as Peters suit, making it stand out against the black leather. It had a similar patter to Y/ns when she gave it a second glance.

“Well don’t just stand there, little Watson,” Y/n clapped her hands, making MJ jump. “We’re on the clock. Get dressed!” MJ hurried into the store with the two stayed as look outs. MJ changed in a rapid pace, cursing when it took her a second to zip the back of the suit and tied on the combat boots Y/n had given her.

“There,” she turned to the mirror, raising her brow when she saw her reflection. “O-oh wow.” MJ adjusted the collar, fiddling with the fingerless gloves that came with it. With one last nod of approval, she gathered her clothes and raced out of the store. “Okay I’m ready.”

The two women turned around, both eyes widening when they saw the teen. It was enough to make heat rise in MJ—the girl shifting on her feet.

“Not bad, Watson,” Y/n complimented with a smirk, “of course you were in good hands—curtesy of yours truly.”

“She’s right, you look great.” Gwen smiled, making MJ do the same. Gwen showed her where to hide her clothes—telling her she could come back for them after, but before they could take off Y/n stopped them.

“Ah-ah-ah.” She tsked, holding up a black mask with red detailing with her finger. “What’s an anonymous superhero without their trusty mask. Defeats the whole purpose without it don’t ya think?”

MJs mount formed an ‘o’ taking the mask from the woman. “But—but I’m not a superhero,” she said with a frown before making eye contact with Y/n.

The Black Cat just raised a brow, that same glint from earlier painted her expression. “So?” Y/n took the mask and placed it over the teenagers face, the material falling just under her eyes so it covered the bottom half and her neck. “Why not start now? You gonna let the boys do all the saving—or you ready to join the big girls?”

The wind soared through MJs hair, hitting her face as the three swung over the Hudson River to Liberty Island. MJ was holding tightly to Gwens back, holding her breath each time they descended until finally she felt her feet hit the ground.

They could hear the chaos unfolding from above. Max was currently holding the alternate version of Peter in his voltage—the man screaming from the pain he was experiencing. Y/n let her eyes drift and saw her husband perched on the construction tower nearby—ready to charge at Max.

“Time to get to work, ladies. Our boys need us.”

Though the Peter being held by Max was not Gwens Peter, she still cared for him. He looked exactly like her lost love and she was going to do anything to protect him. MJ could see her Peter had successfully cured Dr. Connors. The young vigilante was there for support as the doctor slowly felt the scales leave his body—human flesh taking over.

“Ready?” The two heard Y/n say.

All three shared a look, determination behind their gaze. “Let’s do this.”

All three shot up to the top pole of the scaffold. Gwen with her webs, Y/n and MJ with a grappling hook. The older woman had given the teenager one of her spares attached to her since she had put one under each of her sleeves. MJ had a small lesson on how to use it before they took off from the department store—now it was time to put that knowledge to use.

A shriek left her when she was pulled off the ground after the hook mounted. The rope had immediately began to retract and MJ was soaring through the air, holding tightly to the handle of the gun. “O-Oh God!!”

“Hang tight, Watson!”

“We’re almost there,” Gwen called out, “stick your feet out in three…two…now!”

MJ did as told, feeling her feet land on the tiling of the scaffold. The girl stumbling a bit with the last piece of the rope retracted and the hook unattached from the pole. A frantic breath left her, Y/n reaching over to pat her assuringly before pushing her toward where Gwen took off to. “Don’t think just act—we’ll protect you, MJ.”

It was the first time Y/n had said her name. Some comfort filled her and the teen nodded—putting the hook gun on her waistband and running along side Y/n in the direction of Max. By bow he had both Peters in his hold—the cure falling from the older ones hands.

Adrenaline filled the three, especially the teen who had never put herself in the front lines like this. That was her boyfriends nature—she liked to work behind the scenes.

Max was too powerful and it scared MJ. If she was hit by a bolt there’s no saying if it will kill her. She didn’t have abilities like everyone else—no super strength or agility. She was human.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a hero.

Following Y/n and Gwens lead, MJ stayed close to the older of two. Gwen had swung to the side of the stature, passing straight by Max and the Spider-Mans which had them all in a shocked dazed. “What the hell?!” Max said surprised, not losing his grip on the Peters.

Y/n used the distraction to her advantage, “Stay here and wait for my signal. Get your hook ready.” MJ unlatched the gun, moving to the side away from Maxs view while Y/n got down low and crawled toward the cure. She did a front walkover when she got close enough, her hand taking it and throwing it to MJ—who caught it in her hands.

Y/n didn’t even notice her husband had seen the whole thing—his eyes in horror under his mask. The man knew she was also pulled in to the alternate universe from what the younger Peter had told him, but she had yet to make her appearance.

Of course her timing would be now.

“Y/n,” he hissed under his breath when he saw Maxs attention was still on the masked person in a spider suit. “Y/n what are you doing?!” He didn’t see who she threw the cure to, the angle he was at made it impossible.

Y/n faced her husband, brining her finger to her lips to shush him. She mouthed, ‘trust me—trust us.’ He didn’t know who she meant by ‘us,’ but her gesture to the white suited figure made him guess it was them and whoever was out of sight of vision.

Spinning around, Y/n jumped on one of the construction railings by the edge. Her hands and feet climbed her up until she perched on the crane a few feet from Max. When his back was to her, Y/n focused on altering the probability field around him. There was a tingling in her palms—a sign it was working and a smirk made it’s way seeing his yellow voltage flicker.

“What the hell?” He said when his bolt at Gwen didn’t reach her—stopping mid-air. He tried again, but the same thing happened. Gwen took the opportunity to shot a web at his face, blinding him so Y/n could get closer without him seeing her. She also webbed his arms away from each other to prevent Max from pulling the web away.

Y/n crawled fast on the crane, getting very close to Max. It which sparked dread in her Peter, not liking her only feet away from the man. Y/n nodded to Gwen causing the Spider-Woman to shoot more webs at Max. It made him angry. “What the hell is this? Stop!”

Now Y/n could really use put her gift to full power. She focused hard, eyes narrowing in determination watching the bolts spark and flicker until they were barely bright with electricity. The man lost his hold over the Peters, the two landing on the scaffold below. Max still had the power, but as long as Y/n kept her eyes on him then his voltage would not be high.

It will give them the right amount of time.

“Gwen now!” The name had Peter (3) frozen still, his head snapping at the masked vigilante swinging from the side of the crown to where the white haired woman sat.

It was Gwen—but not his Gwen. No. This was Gwen from another universe. And she was like him.

Both the Peters were stunned, but no more than Peter 3 as he watched the alternate version of his love swing towards Max and remove the arc reactor from his chest. It landed on the scaffold, away from Max—Gwen swinging away before he could try to electrocute her. Gwen landed beside Y/n, who he’d already seen earlier in the night when she surprised him by being outside the window of the school. He wondered if Gwen was with her the entire time.

Y/n continued to distort Maxs probability field—though he was already feeling the energy leave him not having the power source. The woman shouted to the girl below, “Do it, MJ!” The girl took off in a ran, unaware Peter 1 had entered the scene and was watching several feet away. At the sound of his girlfriends name, he had stopped running—eyes in panic when they landed on a figure running toward Max.

‘What the hell?’ He thought. Was that his MJ? The one he lost sight off after dealing with Connors? Her face was covered by the mask she wore, but her hair was visible making his stomach drop.

MJ with a leap of faith, pulled the trigger of the grappling gun toward the top of the crane hovering above Max. Her feet lifted off the ground, soaring her in the sky with the cure in her hand. Gwen took a stance like she was ready to jump in if anything happened, holding onto the side of the crane beside Y/n.

All eyes were on the teenage. The gun handle held tightly in one hand while the cure was in the other. Closer and closer she got to Max and eventually her hand was pushing the cure into his chest. Just at the right moment before being pulled up the rest of the way.

Gwen and Y/n were cheering—punching their fist in the air as the cure took and Max was drained of all energy. “Yeah! Good job, MJ!” “Girl power, baby! There you go!”

A wide grin painted MJs face beneath her mask, a laugh leaving her when the rope retracted and she caught herself on the top of the crane. She held on tightly, sitting carefully while the two woman crawled up to her.

“Holy shit,” MJ laughed, high-fiving them each. “I can’t believe I did it!” They both patted her on the back, beaming in delight. Y/n sent a wink again to her.

“Told you it’s never to late to be a hero. You don’t need special talents to be one. Just this,” she tapped MJs temple before bringing her finger to where her heart laid. “And this.”

“You did amazing!” Gwen cheered, glancing to where Max had now fallen to the level of the scaffold—the alternate version of her Peter with him. Y/n glanced too, noticing now Doctor Octavius had joined. In his hands was the arc reactor, and Y/n saw her husband drop in front of him—the sight of them reuniting bringing a smile to her face.

Y/n returned her gaze to the two, the smile still on her lips. “I think it’s time we get reacquainted with our spiders. Yeah?” MJ and Gwen became nervous, glancing to see all three Spider-Mans were close together and looking up at them with their masks removed. The only one who didn’t look completely surprised was the oldest in the bunch.

In fact he just looked like he should’ve expected it.

It made Y/n laugh, adjusting herself so she could let go of the crane. The wind hit her as she fell, but her arm went out to shoot the grappling hook beneath her sleeve. It mounted on the pole above where she wanted to swing and Y/n landed in a cat-like position on the floorboard.

“Hey, Spider-stud.”

“Good to see you too, trouble.”

She bit her lip, though he could still see the smirk when Y/n stood up—straightening her posture with her head high. “Thought you boys could use a little help—or should I say ‘bad luck’ to sparky boy over there.”

“I see that,” he commented, gesturing to where Gwen and MJ were still perched on the crane. “And you made some new friends.”

Y/n winked at him, nodding at the other two Spider-Mans. “As did you, playboy.” Her eyes connected with the taller Peter first, “Sorry for the scare earlier, Spidey. I like to play, he knows that.” She laughed when she saw his face flush red. Then Y/n looked at the younger Peter, who was still processing everything that just happened. “Little spider, I told you we’d meet again.”

“Hi—Hi,” he stuttered out with a shy wave.

“Apologies again for what happened this morning, bad luck tends to leave a trail behind me. It wasn’t personal.” Another giggle left her when the boy also became flustered. Her husband tsked at her to not tease which made her pout at him. “Fineee, ugh. Anyway, Spiders, let me introduce you to my new friends—although you’re already familiar with one, or both I should say in some way.”

Making a gesture of a mock bow with her foot kicked behind her, Y/n heard Gwen swing from the crane and land beside her—MJ on her back. Standing straight again, Y/n watched MJ jump off Gwen and stand in between them.

It was quite the site. Y/n, MJ, and Gwen all standing in front of Peter 2, 1, & 3 so they were face to face with each other.

“You boys already know MJ,” Y/n smirked, nudging the teen with her shoulder. Hesitantly but with an encouraging nod from Y/n, MJ removed the black and red mask from her face, pushing down to uncover the bottom half.

Yeah her boyfriend nearly shit his pants. “M-MJ? W-what,” he lifted his hands slightly as the shock coated his expression. “Wh-when did this happen?”

“Your girl ended up being trapped at the school after your little endeavor with Connors,” Y/n explained. “We happened to be there keeping watch her and Ned.”

“Yeah,” MJ shuffled on her feet, feeling the heat pool within her. “We-we kinda ran into each other.” Peter (1)s jaw was still below his chin almost.

“H-how did you get that suit?”

Y/n raised her brow at the boy, “What you don’t like it, little spider?”

“I-I didn’t say that,” he defended, blushing bright red and unable to meet MJs eye. It only made her more flustered. “You look—you look amazing. Really-wow I—dah uh.” He stuttered out and MJ couldn’t help the shy smile. Y/n smirked seeing the two and winked at her husband when she saw the knowing look he was giving her.

She couldn’t hide anything from him. Not after eighteen years together and nearly ten being married.

“You’ll have to step it up, little spider,” she teased the vigilante, “MJ here might just give you a run for your money.” MJ smiled when Y/n patted her back gently, giving her a look of thanks.

“And who’s this?” Peter 2 motioned to Gwen still in her masked, who stiffened at being called out. She wasn’t the only one. Peter 3 also froze—his eyes trailing to her full of emotion.

Gwen felt everyone’s gaze and brought her hand up to lower her hood. Then she went for her mask. Peter (3) felt his heart nearly stop when the white mask was pulled away revealing the gorgeous blue eyes that captured his heart when he was seventeen. The ones he lost nearly a decade ago.

Peter 3 had longed for the day he could see Gwen again. And here she was. The same blonde hair, the freckled skin and blue eyes. She looked older than what he remembered, about his current age and unlike his Gwen, she had a brow cut and piecing.

“Hi,” god he wanted to cry, even her voice was the same. It made tears brim his vision. Gwen lifted her hand, awkwardly waving at the three, “I’m Gwen Stacy.” All the Peters reacted, the two farthest from her going into shock and turning to Peter 3. Y/n gave a knowing look to her husband, his mouth forming an ‘o’ at the realization.

When she heard a sound come from the man who looked like a carbon copy of her Peter, Gwens expression went solemn. “I’m sorry,” her voice shook lightly, “I’m not your Gwen as you can tell. Just like—just like you’re not my Peter.” When his head lifted, mixed emotion in his gaze at her words she continued, “—You look exactly like my Peter. So I understand it must be hard for you to look at me—since I’m assuming I look exactly like her.”

“Y-you do,” his voice cracked.

Gwen fiddled with her mask, sniffing when she felt her own tears spot her vision. “I’m sorry. Believe me I understand what you’re going through. I lost my Peter—maybe not in the same way as you lost Gwen, but I was still responsible. I have to live with that everyday.”

“W-what—,” he stopped to compose himself, “What happened to him?” He didn’t know if he truly wanted to know—but there was no going back now. Part of him wanted to understand her—feel the tragic bond they shared.

“My Peter was what Connors was to you,” she heard him gasp under his breath. Gwen bit her lip as she repeated the memory for the second time that evening, “He was obsessed with the idea of getting revenge on his bullies and wanted to be like me—even though he didn’t know I was Spider-Woman. Peter turned himself into the Lizard and went mad. I had to stop him—even though I really loved him.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter 3 said to her, stepping closer. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but stopped himself knowing it probably wasn’t a good idea. “I’m so sorry, Gwen.”

The vigilante sniffed, wiping her face before smiling through the tears, “I forgave myself a long time ago. And you should too,” she noticed how he froze. Gwen only smiled with encouragement, “If you’re Gwen was anything like me, then I know she’d want you to forgive yourself. It’s what you deserve.”

“I—I can’t. I don’t think I can.”

Gwen stepped forward to meet him in the middle, taking his hand in hers. It felt so natural, Peter (3) nearly sobbed by the touch. The tear finally fell when he closed his eyes. “It doesn’t hurt to try. You can do anything, as long as you put your mind to it. She would be proud of you, Peter.”

Soon the two met in a hug. Neither noticing the remaining four had stepped away moments prior to give them some privacy. Y/n had her head on Peter 2s shoulder, his arm holding her close while they watched the two lost souls embrace. The younger Peter and MJ were also off to the side, Ned joining them and Y/n could see the shy grin on the teenager when her boyfriend and best friend praised her.

The two shared a glance, Y/n winking at the girl who smiled back.

“Well, Cat,” she felt her husband kiss her head, “We’ve had quite the adventure. Never thought in all our years we’d be traveling across universes. I think that takes the cake on everything we’ve experienced together.”

A chuckle left her, Y/n reaching up to kiss his lips softly. “Oh Spider, something tells me this isn’t the end.”

Boy was she right. Strange was there in a second and before they knew it half of Liberty Island was destroyed. The chaos unfolding when Norman Osborn appeared out of thin air. Stealing the ritual box, one of Ottos arms was cut off when trying to prevent Norman from escaping with it. Strange stole it back, but a pumpkin bomb had been placed in the relic causing a massive explosion.

Y/n had fell with Peter 2, the two bringing Connors to safety while Otto held tightly to Max. Ned was caught by the cloak of levitation, and Peter 3 felt all the air leave him when Gwen fell off the scaffold. Relief came to him when she shot her webs to safety land, but it was short lived hearing MJ scream from the side.

Peter 1 was launching after her, seeing the grabbing hook fall from MJs hand making her unable to catch herself. Then when he was inches from grabbing her Norman was pushing him away with the glider. Peter 3 didn’t think he just followed his instincts. Flinging off the side, he hurled toward MJ. A pole was pushed away and his hands went around her waist before shooting a web to the top.

Peter 3 landed on the ground, MJ in his arms and heart pounding from his chest. Gwen ran to them, worry in her eyes. “A-are you okay?” Peter (3) voice shook, looking at the girl he was holding.

“Yeah,” MJ found her voice. She then noticed his tears gaze, “Are you okay?” Peter 3 nodded, smiling softly before gently lowering her. Gwen had finally reached the two, her hand coming to both their shoulders.

“You guys okay?” She looked at MJ first who nodded before landing on Peter. “Peter?”

“Y-yeah—yeah I’m fine.” He shrugged it off.

There was a knowing expression from Gwen, her hand rubbing shoulder gently. Peter reacted to the touch, but the released—feeling a sense of happiness.

They all caught up with the others, save for Peter 1. He was occupied with Norman on the copper shield laying by the edge of the island. It was like shit wanted to hit the fan every five minutes because when Peter 2 stopped the teen from killing Norman he ended up with a knife to his back.

Y/n had to literally be held back by Gwen, cursing at the the woman to let her go. “I like you, lady spider, so you better let me go right now or bad luck is coming your way.”

“He’s okay, Y/n. Just—just wait a second.” It was hard to hold the struggling woman, but Gwen somehow managed,

With Norman finally cured and Y/n by her husbands side, Peter 1 returned to the shield with MJ in his tow after speaking with Strange. The four visitors were aware of what was about to happen—the purple cracks in the sky disappearing with orange symbols replacing.

They all watched the boy ramble, trying to say everything the wanted with such little time. “Uh I-I think this it—I think you’re about to go home.” He wipes his face, glancing between all of them. “Umm, look-I. Uhh.” Peter 1 tries to find the words. All four were smiling at him, as though they already knew what he wanted to say.

“Thank you. I just wanna—I. I want you—I want to tell you that,” he stops before trying again, feeling MJ squeeze his hand. “I-I really don’t know how to say this—.”

“Peter…”

“—I want you to know that—.” The two teens look to Peter 3, noticing how all four were beaming with understanding expressions.

“You know,” Peter 2 told him, “It’ what we do.” That was all he needed to hear.

“Yeah it’s what we do.”

While the three Peters shared a hug, Y/n and Gwen had stepped away to say goodbye to each other.

“Take care of yourself, little Watson,” Y/n smiled, bringing MJ into a hug. “Remember what I told you, okay? Don’t these boys in spandex and ties be the only heroes. You’re a smart girl, time to show the world you are.”

MJ felt gratitude swarm her, beaming up at Y/n with hopeful eyes. “I’ll try my best. Thank you for everything.” MJ and Gwen embraced, the two exchanging words before Peter was pulling MJ away. The vigilante giving a quick thanks to the women who waved in return. MJ had looked over her shoulder to see them smiling at her, and MJ gave a final wave.

Now the shied had four left. Well five if you were counting Norman sitting in the corner, but he wasn’t important at the moment. Y

Y/n brought her arm over Gwen, the two walking to the Peters standing beside one another. “This was fun,” Y/n giggled, seeing Gwen playfully roll her eyes. “Told you we’d make quite the trio.”

“Three is the magic number after all.”

“Now you’re talking my game, Stacy.”

Who would’ve thought the heart of the spiders from different worlds would come together to save the day—or universe as one should say. One would go home without her spider, one would forget, and the last got to live everyday with him by her side.

But fate had other plans for the two. Maybe Strange didn’t cast the spell correctly, or there was a flux in the system.

Either way, it would be as though the universe was bending to their favor.

How? Well let’s just say when Michele Jones was preparing for MIT—all while teaching herself how to fight and become skilled with a grappling hook—a certain encounter with a masked vigilante changed her life forever.

As for Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman could’ve never predicted she’d fall into the wrong universe for a second time. But maybe it wasn’t the worse thing to happen. Not when a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man happened to be it’s hero.

#tobey!peter parker imagine #tobey!peter parker x reader #tobey!spiderman imagine #tobey!spiderman x reader #tobey!peter parker #tobey!spiderman #andrew!peter imagine #andrew!peter parker #andrew!spiderman #TASM #tom!spiderman imagine #tom!spiderman #tom!peter parker #gwen stacy #spiderverse #spider gwen #michele jones Watson #smnwh #spiderman no way home imagine #spiderman no way home #peter parker imagine #black cat #black cat reader #spiderman fanfiction #peter parker x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel imagine #TASM x spider Gwen #Felicia hardy

[yamum-com]

I guess that’s love. (Wanda maximoff x reader) PT2

characters: Wanda maximoff x fem!reader Natasha romanoff x reader (platonic)

warnings: angst, mentions of death, grief, depression, hurt/comfort, mentions, ptsd

summary: takes place during thanos snap

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note: heyy i hope you enjoy what i wrote and hopefully it’s good this is the angsty part if you want to keep it fluffy go to pt1.<3 also i might make a part 3 but that’ll just be angst between nat and r for what happens after

PT1 PT2

italics= dialogue

bold=flashback

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Me and Wanda have been happily dating for 2 after we said our hidden feelings for each other that one night in my room. Ever since you guys got together it was easily noticed by the rest of the team and my best friend nat that the both of you seemed happier. And here i was laying in the dark again just like back then but this time there’s an arm wrapped around my waist and light breathing right behind my ear. I have to stay very still to not disturb Wanda while she sleeps or well at least i thought she was until she tightens her grip on me and whispers softly“moya lyubov go back to sleep” her accent coming out more since she had just woken up i turn around to face wanda in your shared bed and lightly kiss her nose “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to wake you” i whisper “no it’s ok i was already up” she says stifling back a yawn i knew she was only saying that to make me feel better ,while she was gazing at me sleepily with her soft green eyes . the both of you lay in comfortable silence until i cuddle into her more trying to shut my eyes and quiet my thoughts and she pulls me into her as i slowly fall asleep against her tucked into her shoulder. *my dreams were immediately plagued with bad memories of the red room i was back in the small cement room i used to call home i hear foot steps echoing closer before i open my eyes and lift my pounding head off the ground, there was soreness all over my body when i sit up. the door opens and two widows storm in and grab me by the arms “i- what are you doing stop” i say weakly as they inject me with some clear liquid and pick me up easily as my vision began to fade and my eyes got heavy until i couldn’t open them. i wake back up with a bright light in my face and handcuffed to the chair “did you really think that’d work?” says a rough cruel voice “you really thought you could leave after everything i’ve given you ” says dreykov angrily i remember that i had just tried escaping but had gotten caught which explains why my head hurts so badly along with the rest of my body. my train of thought cut short as dreykov sticks his face in mine and screams “ARE YOU LISTENING?!” and harshly grabs my chin. my heart going a thousand mph with fear and adrenaline but i still stayed quiet that was until he was pressing his knife up to my neck “it’d be a shame if i were to kill u wouldn’t it be?” he says mercilessly you manage to faintly say “please stop please- “* I was woken up abruptly to wanda frantically saying my name and shaking me as i open my eyes and inhale sharply finding myself shaking and sobbing “y/n! y/n! y/n!” wanda says with concern before holding me to her “shhh i know i know it’s ok my love, it’s ok it was just a nightmare ,i’m here.” she gently says to me “i- i- h-he was-“ i couldn’t help but stutter as wanda just shushed me gently just like i had all those years ago i didn’t even need to say anything to her she already knew everything. That night wanda hugged me and said how much she loved you through the night. now all you wanted was to go back to all those moments the two of you shared when you were both happy.

at least we were happy before a fat grape nutsack (thanos) caused a threat to the whole universe which caused you and the rest of the team go collect the infinity stones. me and wanda went on the mission to go to wakanada to remove the mind stone from vision but before that could happen the dark order came and a massive battle began. i run up to where vision was laying on the ground he obviously couldn’t stand but not in horrible condition and say through the intercoms “where’s wanda?!” you say anxiously immediately assuming the worst “i’m right here” she says back floating down next to you let out a breath i didn’t know i was holding. i cup her cheek and say “thank god your okay” she pulls you in to lightly kiss your lips “of course moya lyubov” you smile at the nickname before you turn your attention back to vision “what’s the news on thanos?” i ask vision “nothing yet we’re still waiting for tony to-“ his sentence was cut short by a portal forming and thanos stepping out your heart dropped to your stomach “we have to get rid of the stone wanda you have to do it!” vision quickly says you make eye contact with her and everything seems to pause i nod telling her she should to do it she looks back at vision and shakily says “ok we have to hurry the team won’t be able to hold him off for long” “i’m going to go help them wands” you tell her she knows she can’t change your mind once your determined “please be careful please i need you” she says sadly before i pull her in a kiss full of love and whisper “i love you i’ll be fine you be careful please” with that you run towards thanos catching up to where bruce was fighting thanos and see nat run up to you clutching her side . “y/n! we’re barely holding thanos back what’s going on with vision?”she asks hoping for good news “wanda is with him right now dealing with it we need to buy as much time as possible. are you hurt?” i ask her worried she winces “ yea i’m fine tho it’s nothing” she moves her hand revealing a huge bruise on her rib cage which was probably broken “nat that is not nothing sit down and stay safe and stay out of the rest of the fight ” i tell her sternly before steve says “y/n! we need help over here please!” he says urgently over comms. “ok on my way.” i tell him i turn back to nat “please just stay here i need to know your safe” i tell her concerned she nods before telling you to go i start running towards thanos noticing that he was getting closer to where wanda was using her powers at vision. i ran faster to hit thanos from the back of the head and kick his back making him stumble before turning to you he angrily grabs his huge double edged sword and swings at you i quickly jump away dodging the blade by a hair. i run around him trying to confuse him until he grabbed me by the throat and threw me against a tree the air immediately getting knocked out of you as your vision goes black for a second “Y/N!” wanda yells outs before i try and get back up again stumbling a little trying to run again at thanos to gain more time and try shooting him with your guns but it didn’t damage him “pesky human” he says irratated before swinging his sword again this time making a cut along your stomach i press my hand on the wound and continue to try and distract him but alone it was seconds before he grabbed you again and threw you this time you couldn’t get up without your head spinning “WANDA!” you screech getting her attention to thanos who was only like 10 feet away before she starts shooting at him with one hand and vision with the other. it held back thanos well but not completely he was still getting closer until the stone finally shatters and explodes knocking wanda back towards you and thanos the other way. we make eye contact hope shining on your faces we were so naive thinking that we had won.

He gets back up and walked to where vision was and easily turned back time and grabbed the mind stone from him, all of wanda’s work for nothing “NO!” you both yell before he turns around towards wanda she was shooting him with her powers he continues getting closer until wanda’s powers falter for one moment and in that split second he had enough time to swing at wanda but she couldn’t dodge fast enough and got hit across the chest ,drawing blood through her suit she hisses in pain when she stumbles a bit back turned to you but i see the gash on her chest looking very bloody and deep “wanda! stop your hurt!” you exclaim trying to help her, thanos smirks knowing he’s won catching you off guard and stabs wanda through her stomach with his blade through her back. i watch in horror watching the love of my life get stabbed in front of me i hear her gasp before i go over to wanda trying to stop the bleeding with trembling hands and while that’s going on you fail to notice thanos lifting his hand up to snap “NO-!” your scream gets cut off by his snap and everything going silent. after the snap thanos disappears and i crouch down to wanda laying on the ground the blade still there “w-wanda your gonna be ok just hold on” i say sobbing at this point she cups my face and stares lovingly into my eyes pain is obvious on her face “y/n i-it’s ok, i’ve spent these last 6 years with you by my side and i’ve been the happiest i’ve ever been” her voice falters for a second fighting to stay awake “i know no matter what i say you’ll still grieve me but what is grief if not love preserving?” as her eyelashes flutter shut for a minute “your going to be ok i love you so so much wands you just have to hold on i need you please.” you say feeling your heart shatter she pulls you in a deep kiss putting all her love for you in it before pulling away her bottom half already turning to dust “i love you so so much y/n ” she says softly before she completely disappears into dust. feeling the dust fall from your hands leaving no trace of your beloved for you to hold as it all finally hits you. i sink to the floor sobbing and screaming from heart break and grief wishing i could’ve died instead of her . i don’t even notice when natasha runs over to me to hold me trying to comfort me i try to break out of her hold crying and screaming while she just holds you tighter to her. But no matter what she did she couldn’t comfort you because she wasn’t wanda.

You had failed. Again

#avengers #comics #marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #imagine #reader pov #natasha romanoff x platonic!reader #natasha romanoff #marvel angst #angst #celebrities #natalia romanoff

[angelguk]

jock!jaykay is your favourite boy! yes, this a childhood bestie!au. jaykay is gym rat who likes invading ocs personal space and likes bullying his bestie for being small and weak unlike him. or alternatively the one where jeongguk realises his bestie has giant boobs. listen to best friend by rex orange county. roughly 2k words. this is brain spew. boobie ogling.

You love Jeongguk.

It's a natural thing to say; a platonic affection for him that has steadily grown over the past decade of your intertwined lives. But, you never expected to develop this level of affiliation towards him. It happened by mistake. He’d stumbled into you at the playground in the middle of recess during one lonesome afternoon. Soft brown curls a halo on his round head and his doe eyes sparkling as he mumbled a compliment at the sandcastle you were knee-deep in constructing. You’d taken one glance at the boy, noted how your stature towered over him and then immediately enlisted his assistance in completing the mammoth of the sandcastle you were creating. He’d lit up — bright like the burning sun behind his tiny figure —  jumping in with zero hesitation; small hands quick and sure as he stuffed sand into buckets. He never opposed any of your suggestions, considering them with a timid nod of his head and a tiny sheepish smile that revealed the delightful dips in his cheeks. It was beguiling, how quickly you grew attached to the smart but shy boy who’d wormed his way into your heart. Since then the two of you have been attached at the hip. Everyone knew you in relation to each other. Jeongguk wasn’t Jeongguk unless you were around and the same was for you. You’d spent sleepless nights at his house, huddling under the thick blankets of the fort you’d built in his living room, exchanging horror stories with the aid of a flashlight he’d nicked from his dad’s toolbox. Even his extended families adored you; random aunts and uncles sending cryptic messages via WhatsApp once every blue moon. And he knew yours too —  you’re certain that your mother likes Jeongguk more than she likes you. There was even a designated toothbrush for him perched on your bathroom counter, for days Jeongguk was too lazy to go back to his own home. It was wonderful, having that reassurance in your relationship, a steady rock that you clung to amidst the harsh wild seas of life.

And then puberty hit.

Suddenly, Jeongguk was taller than you. His jaw was more defined, shoulders broadening seemingly overnight. Your sleepovers vanished, Jeongguk preferring to hole himself in his room alone. He wasn’t the only one who felt the effects of your ageing. You never thought Jeongguk had noticed it, the way your body had subtly changed throughout your teenage years, the rapid blossoming of your chest because he always treated you the same. The shit-eating grin and snarky comments that appeared at the beginning of freshman year never subduing. That was until one day, he did notice.

“You stink,” you say. And it’s true. He’s just come from lacrosse practice, your bedroom door kicked wide open and his gym bag dumped on your floor. His smelly socks leak from the opened zipper, wafting through the room with dangerous intent. The smile he shoots in your direction grips your heart, digging deep enough to send a thrill through your system. You swallow hard, gaze ripping from his rosebud lips. It settles on your laptop screen with tangible resignation, the sudden spike in your heart rate not completely lost on you.

“Nice to see you too, bestie,” Jeongguk returns, eagerly padding over to your bed. You hold out a leg to his intruding figure, halting him in his steps. From here you can see the sheen of sweat clinging to his golden skin, the muscles in his arm defined beneath the loose fabric of his practise shirt. There’s a strange heat forming in your gut, and you have to take in a small breath before you can let your gaze falter on his. His honey eyes are warm, the glittering in his gaze drawing you close. Even the damp mussed hair on his head has arranged itself into perfectly defined curls. They tumble into his face, crowning him in an innocence that tugs at your heart. There’s an itch in your fingertips. You wonder whether you're allowed to tuck them aside, away from obscuring his pretty eyes.

“Do not come on my bed smelling like the pits of a sewer, Jeon Jeongguk.” You say that instead, settling your mouth into a firm scowl. He whines in relation, swift hands yanking at the hem of his shirt.

“I showered at school! I don’t smell that much — you’re being over dramatic.” Your mattress dips under the weight of his knee but the foot that smacks into his chest prevents him from crawling any further into your space.

“And yet I can still smell you — not my fault you can’t. You reek, Jeon. Go take another shower before you even think of lying on my sheets.” Your laptop wavers precariously on your lap when Jeongguk clasps his large hands around your calves, gently shoving your foot off his chest. You hadn’t discerned how… Big his hands had gotten.

The corresponding flutter you feel in your tummy the moment that realisation strikes feels like imminent death.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go shower.”  Jeongguk sighs like you’re the one causing him an inconvenience, shifting off your bed. Your mouth is already open, a retort tipping off your tongue. But then he’s hauling his sweat-drenched shirt over his head, the moment so swift and fluid you don’t even note how your heart halts in your chest. It starts a second later before abruptly falling into cardiac arrest because your gaze lands on his chiselled chest. You never truly registered how buff Jeongguk was. You knew he worked out, the insane regime he’d concocted the only thing he could talk about for months on end. Coach had him doing some insane sets at the gym and coupled with his weekly lacrosse practises it rapidly added up. You knew he was somewhat of a brawny guy. But Jeongguk preferred to wear his old baggy sweats around you and didn’t put much effort into his wardrobe for school. If it was black and clean it was going on. The look was effortless, simple and understated like Jeongguk was. So nothing could ever have prepared you for this. Hard lines of muscles forming his abdomen, flexing at the slightest movement as he tosses his shirt to the ground, a tiny ruffle of his curls accompanying the action. He’s glorious, warm skin glowing as if the sun is trapped within it. Perhaps you blink, blinded by the vision before you. An Adonis at the foot of your bed, shorts tugged low enough to reveal the band of his underwear. And, to make matters worse, the sharp-angled lines that direct your gaze right to his crotch.

You don’t think about it. You can’t. Another hard swallow hits your throat as you rise, arm outstretched to whack him hard across the head, the desire spurring in your guts short-circuiting your brain.

“Ow! What the hell was that for.” The pout he hits with you sends a wave of heat to your cheeks. You respond by landing a rough punch to his brawny shoulder.

“Why are you getting naked in my room?” Your voice sounds like an entity outside of your body, head still not comprehending the naked teenage boy in front of you.

“You told me to go shower!” Jeongguk retorts.

“Your house is a five-minute walk away! What made you think I meant in my house?” He catches the next punch you throw at him. There’s a thrill that surges fast when his large hands enclose around your wrists, grip taut. You tumble into his arms with a sharp tug, your chest colliding into his firm one.

“We used to share baths as kids. Why can’t I use your shower?” he murmurs. His voice is soft, wrapping around you promptly, like poison settling in your system. You abhor the tremor sweeps through you.

“Cause that was when we were kids! Look at you now! You’re all — all — all —,” your gaze falters downwards, hitting the rise of his pecs. It doesn’t take much for him to spot the heat that floods your face, a smile tugging the corner of his lips upwards.

“I’m all what?” Jeongguk implores. He flexes one of his pecs for good measure, a tiny laugh floating from his mouth when he spots how fast your eyes flicker from his chest.

“You’re a dickhead,” you retort, ripping your hands from his hold. Jeongguk lets you go, but when you glance up, there's a caution in his eyes that makes your skin prickle. “Go use your bathroom, you dingus. Come back when you don't smell like a garbage can.”

“But why,” Jeongguk whines. “Your bathroom is right there — like right there. It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before.”

“Get out of my house before I kick you in the balls, Guk.” For some reason, you poke at his chest, fingertip landing right between the dip of his defined pectoral muscles. His hand snatches yours before you can rip them away, head cocking to the side mischievously. You know you’ve fucked up the second that smile hits his lips, the grip on your hand a warning.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Jeon Jeongguk, you stupid bastard, you’ll end up infertile if I hit you the way I want to right now.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” He tenses his biceps on purpose, feigning a shiver at your empty threat. The quiver in your knees is betraying. “Like I couldn’t body slam you into this bed right now.” It’s like the light clicks in his head the moment the words drift from his tongue. You didn’t even get a chance to protest, a scream lodged in your throat as his arms swiftly enclosing around you, plucking you right off the bed as if you were a feather. He keeps you suspended for a moment, paying no heed to the pounding of your fists on his broad back, his shoulder digging right into your stomach before he flings you right back into the mattress.

“JEONGGUK!” If your laptop is broken you’re going to kill him. It’s as simple as that. He doesn’t give you time for recovery though, brain still whirring when his broad chest smacks into you. “Ow! What is wrong with you? Get off! Get off!”

The bastard giggles, smothering you under the weight of his bulky body, the mattress pressing hard into your back. You prod and pinch and punch until he grows tired of it, snatching up your wild fists with a quick hand. They hit the pillow over your head with a muted thud, arms stretched out as he shuffles over you. The movement has the material of his shorts bunching up at his crotch. You swear you don’t look, gaze shifting to the taut muscles of his stomach. But that’s worse, your thighs clamping together as heat blooms between them. You’re forced to settle on his face, a tiny whine escaping your lip as he traps you beneath him. But then you realise Jeongguk is not staring at your face, his honey eyes locked on the sway of your chest every time you squirm beneath him. You hadn’t thought about the shirt you’d yanked over your head when you’d gotten home today, picking it solely for the sun scorching outside. The heat had leaked into the house, warm enough for you to forgo one of your usual loose sweatshirts. But it’s a low cut, the rounds of your chest on display for all to see. Even when you lurch up, attempting to knee him in the groin, your chest bounces and his eyes follow, rose lips parted in thought. He catches your erratic leg with ease though, pinning you to the sheets effortlessly.

There’s a lot going on in your head, too much to sift through at the moment. But there’s no denying the fast flutter in your cunt, heat rippling through your nerves as you sit in a silence that feels suffocating. When bites his lip, you ignite. It feels like too much, too quick. A crack in the ice barrier between the two of you, the dam of unresolved emotions behind it threatening to break past and down you.

“Jeongguk…” You try, wafting through this sudden tension. He hums, a low sound that echoes deep inside of you. “What are you doing?” It’s innocent enough to allow the situation to dissipate, give the both of you a moment to gather yourself, sweep this under the rug and move on like it never happened.

He cocks his head instead, contemplating with a quick sneak of his tongue along his petal lips, still staring at your chest. “Uh, realising something.” He pauses like he doesn’t want to ask but question floats out like he can’t help himself. “When did your boobs get so huge?”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #jungkook drabble #jungkook this whole thing: *cocks head* #au: jock!jaykay

[colorseeingchick]

Cheer you up, Calm you down (Iwa, Suna, Kuroo)

Life is full of ups and downs! And the downs can come in all forms. But no matter what it is and how you seek to be comforted, these boys will have your back. 

A/N: This is part 1 of a longer series I have planned. All the boys are given different Y/Ns with different personalities and different scenarios. But that’ll become more clear in the next parts, I think. But regardless, I hope you enjoy part 1! 

Warnings: Language. These are all meant to be ambiguous as to whether they are romantic or platonic. Interpret as you wish!

Iwaizumi Hajime: with a rambling Y/N

When you got the phone call, your heart dropped. He was… with another girl? 

You shouldn’t have cared. You shouldn’t have. You guys weren’t dating or anything. But at the same time, you two had been talking for months. And he went out of his way to tell you that he was going to be ‘with the boys.’ So why did he lie? What game was he tryna play? 

You weren’t ready to process the sadness, so instead you decide to break down the anger boiling in your stomach. Which is why you had been fuming over the phone for hours to Iwaizumi.

“Hello?” 

“He’s a two timing pig.” 

“Who?”

As you explain everything over and speak out your heart, Iwa listens. You noted when the other side of the line went silent, but continued to ramble into the phone. 

“Are you driving?” You ask him as you hear a breeze coming from Iwa’s side. 

“Just an open window,” he dismisses. You didn’t have too much time to question it. Your answer came when you heard a knock at the door. 

“What? What are you… doing here?” pulling your phone down from your face, you let confusion enter your trashed puddle of emotions (mainly dominated by frustration).

“Surprise. It’s been an hour and you’re still mad. And I can’t listen to you forever.” Iwaizumi leans against the doorframe, arms crossing in front of him. “So let’s go.” You saw his shiny motorcycle parked close to the curb of your driveway, teasing you with the notion of a joyride. 

“Are you serious?” 

“Yeah, anything to get you over this shit. Let’s go.” 

As you follow Iwa out, you adjust your weight on the bike, pulling closer to him as he revs the bike. “Don’t squeeze me. Just hold onto my waist, okay?”

Feeling the wind scratch your cheeks and pull tears from your eyes, a smile shines bright on your face. The frustration and anger that constricted your chest had been completely ripped away, the floating feeling in your belly causing bubbly joy to replace it as Iwaizumi guns it on the straight road ahead. 

“Better?” Iwaizumi asks you as he tugs his helmet off, parked back on your driveway. You rest your head against his back, hands wrapped around his stomach, a smile plastered on your face. 

“Yeah.” 

“Good. Don’t waste your energy being pissed about that mother fucker. Not worth it.”

You scoff, smile unfaltering. “You’re right. I’ll just use that energy to bother you instead.” He sighs. But you just know he’s smiling. 

“Looking forward to it.” 

Suna Rintarou: with a Y/N on a rampage

Pacing your basement hallway, you were absolutely ready to tear a new one to the next unfortunate soul that walked in. 

You’d just gotten back from a very long, complicated, messy meeting with a bunch of your teammates and coaches. A teammate who had hated you for seemingly no reason had just spent the last 3 hours trying to accuse you of something you never did. But for those 3 hours you were shocked to find that you had to actually defend you. Of course they realized you were innocent by the end, but they all just let that happen. No one defended you. Not even your ‘friends.’ You were livid, deep in a ‘I hate the world and want to watch it burn’ mood. Hence why you wanted to tear apart whoever was unfortunate enough to cross paths with you. 

You were not ready for that person to be Suna Rintarou. 

“Suna what the heck are you doing here? Did you see my texts?”

“Y/N-”

“I swear if you didn’t read them I’m gonna be so mad. I literally cannot believe this is even happening right now.” Your voice shakes as you stew in your own anger. 

“Y/N…”

“I’ve never been angrier in my whole life I swear, this is unreal, absolutely unreal. Absolutely unacceptable. I literally cannot believe that they’re all absolute-”

You’re cut off when Suna grabs your hand, squeezing it abruptly. 

“What the-” 

He turns your palm up and places a rectangular item (that he’d been storing in his hoodie’s pocket)  into your grasp. After he pulls away, you take a moment to inspect the item. 

“The hell is this…” You blink-

And process. 

“Why did you give me a snicker’s bar?”

“Because you’re not you when you’re hungry,” Suna deadpans. 

“...”

“...”

“That’s so not funny, Suna.”

“Then why’re you smiling.”

Unfortunately, he’d got you there. You were no less angry, but the flow of anger had been interrupted by a new flow of amusement. 

“Suna I’m being fucking serious right now, I can’t-”

You’re stopped this time by the rough jolt of your body forward as Suna roughly pulls your hoodie over your head, and then squeezes you in a hug. 

“It’s shitty, I know. But everything is a lil less shitty with chocolate. Deep breath, eat, and then you can rant to me. I’m caught up on the texts.”

“...thank you.”

“No problem. But break a piece of the snickers off for me, will ya?”

“Aw hell nah this is my chocolate now!”

“Never buying you chocolate again.”

Kuroo Tetsurou: with a Y/N who just needs to get it out

“I’m literally gonna murder him.”

“Ya know, you should really stop staying stuff like that- cuz if he mysteriously dies and they take you to court, I’ll be the one who has to testify that you threatened murder. And I don’t really want that.”

“I know I know- you know I wouldn’t  actually do anything but UGH!” You pound the ground against you in a fit of rage while Kuroo watches you, laying down on the hill you both had retreated to. 

“I cannot believe him. It’s absolutely insane that he just keeps getting away with this shit and nobody does ANYTHING about it! And then they have the audacity to make me out to be the bad guy?! It’s so freakin’ bogus.” 

“They still haven’t done anything about it huh.”

“And they won’t. Surprise surprise. Everyone sucks at holding people accountable once it's their ‘favorite student’ that has all the flaws. I’m so over all of this.” 

Kuroo perches upwards at the sound of your voice cracking, keying in on how frustrated and emotionally exhausted you truly were. 

“What do you want to do about it?”

“I don’t know. All I want right now is for my chest to stop hurting. This is so frustrating.” You try your best to keep it together in front of him, but he knew better. He knew much better. 

“C’mere.” Kuroo wraps his arms around you, burying your face into his chest. “Scream.”

“Huh?” He had to know how odd of a request that was. 

“Bury your face in my chest and just like, scream. Yell. Cry. Whatever you want. You’ll feel better. Get it out.”

“...mm…” 

And so you did. You muffled your screams into Kuroo’s shirt, your throat going raw, your tears falling down, and his firm hold unwavering. As you pull away slowly, he gives you a firm shoulder pat before checking up again. “Better?” 

“Yeah. Better.”

Notes: 

Iwa’s is based off my best guy friend who’s a motorcyclist. I fully headcanon Iwa having a bike he HAS THE VIBES. 

If you don’t get Suna’s comment please watch this video: here

Kuroo’s situation is not based off a personal one but, the ‘casually threatening murder’ is very much like me. And it makes all my pre-law friends very worried sometimes. 

These are all SO SHORT I kinda hate it but expect the next parts to be...much longer lol I suck at concision. 

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[kaz11283]

Of Course I'm Here

Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)

Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.

Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.

"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.

"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.

"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.

"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.

"One time, one dam-"

"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.

"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.

"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.

"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.

"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.

"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.

"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.

"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.

"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again

"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.

God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.

"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.

"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.

"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.

"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.

"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.

Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.

"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.

"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.

"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.

"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.

"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.

"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.

You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.

"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.

"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.

"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.

When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.

"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.

"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.

"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.

"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.

"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.

"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.

"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.

"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.

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[txdoroki]

Hello ^^~

May I request Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya and Denki's reaction to the readers confession? In which they also have a crush on the reader? 💜

hi! yes ofc,, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you! been busy >,<

since it’s so long it’ll be under the cut :^

include todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, denki, kirishima :P 

might do a pt 3, lmk what characters yall wanna see ^-^

part 2 has been done

words: 1696

not edited btw i wrote this at 4am lmk if something doesnt make sense and i’ll fix it ahhhhhhhhhh

todoroki would be like 0-0 the entire time.

“hey todoroki, wanna go out on a date with me? we could go to the movies or wherever, it’s your choice,” you smiled up at him while he walked beside you, carrying both of your bags of schoolwork and books while he stared off at the road in front of you both.

he had always made an effort to do small, caring things for you. he’d hold the door, carry your books, or walk you home after school among many other things. you didn’t think much of it, you’d both been friends for a while, so you figured he was just being kind. no, no that wasn’t it.. he was just bad at showing he wanted to be more than just kind. more than just your friend from a while ago.

he was taken aback by your question, and internally cursed at himself for not asking you weeks ago. 

“um, todoroki?” you softly shook his arm when he seemed to have zoned out on the ground, but your bright smile didn’t fade. he adored that from you, he loved how eager you were to spend time with him. to talk with him. to try and learn about him. to do anything at all with him. you were so sweet and understanding, always. 

“oh, yeah sure,” he nodded at you, glancing down at you from sheer nervousness that you’d be laughing at him. that it’d be a prank. 

when you picked up on how on the edge he seemed to be, you leaned into him a bit, a goofy attempt at ensuring you wanted to go and it wasn’t a forced thing.

“you know, i’ve liked you for a while,” you grinned at him, winking when you saw his eyes quickly flash between content and joy. 

“me too,”

bakugou would be like ??!??!?!?!?!?!!???!?!!? who???? me??!?!?!?!?!!?? how??!?!?!?!?!?! screaming internally but on the outside like duhhhh

“hey, bakugou, i have a crush on you, by the way,” you whispered in his ear from behind the beanbag chair he was seated in. him and denki were in the middle of a wii tennis match, mina, sero, and kirishima all focusing on it to see who won.

“what? fucking dumbass, hold on a sec,” he scoffed when you ran your hair through his hair, ruffling it while he tried batting your hand away with his free one.

he tried to maintain focus on the match, lowkey trying to impress you with him winning. it was difficult, his mind kept drifting off to you and your cute face and your cute- back to the game, he’s gotta win. for you. after what felt like forever, he finally won, then dragged you out of denki’s dorm.

 “ooo sneaky link?” you heard mina giggle, and the three boys that remained in the dorm roared with laughter.

it got louder when bakugou screamed over his shoulder as he took you by the hand away from the dorm, “fuck off, extra, hell no,”

once you were both out of earshot he smirked, “so, you think i’m hot?” he rolled his eyes when you giggled and nodded, and a blush covered both of your faces, “well, you’re okay, i guess,”

“so when’s the date?” you smiled at him, chuckling when he pulled out his phone to check his fucking calendar app. such an old man.

after a few seconds, he pulled up a date on his phone and turned it to you. only a week from then.. ”february 14,” he winked at you and walked away, not even turning back, “see you at the dorm, dumbass,”

midoriya would be like  ≧◉◡◉≦

“all might’s spot as the top hero will not be easily passed by endeavor, or anyone else. he’s great for many reasons, would you like to hear them?” he only paused for a second, turning his head to see your amused nod before immediately continuing, “well first of all his quirk is-”

“midoriya, i wanna date you, if you want,” you interrupted and slowly put a hand on his arm, softly smiling at him.

“huh?” the small sentence shook him from his ranting, and he turned his entire body to look at you. your cheeks heated from the disoriented stare he gave you. he was that shaken up by something you’d said? “really?” 

“yes, of course. you’re very handsome and very passionate and ve-”

“yeah of course i’ll date you, thank you, y/n,” he kissed your forehead before turning back to the school hallway, ignoring the excited giggles of his classmates, “okay, so all might’s quirk is obvi....” his mind started wandering to how excited he was at the thought of dating you. it was a dream come true. “oh, sorry, so his quirk is obviously very good for hero w-”

“midoriya, can we go to your dorm after school?” you interrupted him again, smiling sweetly at him. sometimes it was difficult for him to not talk about heroes and all about them all, but you understood and tried helping out with other things.

“oh, of course, sweetie.. hah, can i call you sweetie? or would you prefer just y/n?” he began going on and on about the different things he wanted to call you if you were comfortable, not stopping until you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to both of yours next bell. 

ugh, calculus.

denki is like oh.? hehehehehehehehe 

you were sprawled out on your best friend’s bed, laying starfish on your back as you huffed about how frustrated and annoying today was. although you held back the most important part. it was especially frustrating how much you adored him. the good ole denki kaminari. you had these feelings for quite a while, trying your best not to confess. i mean, he was a class flirt, he wouldn’t like you back, right?

nah. he hadn’t flirted with anyone other than you in months. and you were the only one that didn’t pick up on it. 

“c’mon, y/n, i know you aren’t telling the full story. say what’s on your mind,” denki lightly ran his fingers up and down your right leg. it tickled but not enough to be uncomfortable. 

“i can’t,” you groaned, giggling when he rolled his eyes and persisted, saying no matter what he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“if you tell me, i’ll give you five bucks, y/n,” he chuckled when you sighed and finally nodded. when you sat up, he turned so you could tell he was listening to what you had to say.

“fine, but only for the money,” you giggled, “i uh.. i’ve been interested in you for a really long time now.. but i understand if you don-” 

wait what

he kissed you, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. your eyes slowly closed, leaning into his touch.

holy shit he kissed you???

when you were let go, your cheeks felt burning hot.

“denk-”

he kissed you again, and you melted into it. it felt like fireworks, euphoria filling your body.

“so does this mean you like me back?” you nervously played with your hands, trying your best to disregard the harsh red blush that was thrown on your face.

“well, duh, took ya long enough,” he chuckled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

you cried out when you heard the click of his phone camera, and went to hide yourself.

“awe you look so beautiful, y/n. can’t wait to brag about you, baby,” he winked at you, typing something into his phone.

later that day you checked snapchat and saw on his private story the photo of you plus a caption, it read, 

“they finally realized, big dummy. y/n if you see this, you’re lucky you’re a good kisser ;)”

you shook your head and ran to his dorm, pounding on the door. you were gonna beat him up.

kirishima is a big ole softie duhhh everyone knows this. he best boy, no arguing!!

you sighed as kirishima held you to his chest, the lovely feeling of your growing feelings for him hummed in your chest. you had tried hard to push it back, how would that work out? would he reciprocate? was this only platonic?

“are you alright, y/n?” he whispered into your neck when he heard the sigh, trying to hide the deep red hue on his cheeks from you.

you both had agreed not to catch feelings for each other, fine at first with just cuddles and sweet compliments. no specific ties to the affections, just a way for the both of you to feel loved. an ideal thing to have, except that both of you were slowly breaking the agreement. 

you both ached for each other, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. it was simply too risky.

“y-yeah, sorry, just thinking,”

“awe, no need to be sorry, pumpkin, what’s that pretty brain of yours thinking of?” he ran his fingers through your hair, appreciating the shivers of content that had you moving a small bit in his hold.

when you didn’t respond, he cocked an eyebrow, wondering if you hadn’t heard him or if you just chose to be quiet.

“pebble, what’re you thinking about?” he asked again, gently running his hand up and down your arm.

too deep in your thoughts to actually comprehend you were saying this out loud and not in your head, you whispered, “i wanna date you, i don’t want this to be just platonic. i need to be with you, kiri,”

“oh? you need to?” he smirked, chuckling when your eyes widened as you realized you had actually said that out loud, “well, if it’s a need.. i can make it happen, of course,”

“w-wait what?”

“you said you need to be with me, you weren’t lying, were you?” you slowly shook your head no, avoiding his gaze that bore into your skin, “let’s do that then, how’s that sound, pumpkin?”

“good,” you smiled into his chest, trying to move your hand to your arm to pinch you. were you dreaming?

you weren’t, this was real.

the man you’d liked for a while liked you back, oh hell yeah.

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[prose-for-hire]

C-C-Cold Hearted

Pairing: Spike x reader [platonic]

Request: So glad your requests are open again!!! I have an idea for a platonic spike x reader, where reader's kind of a goody-two shoes with the Scoobies, but is actually punk in her personal life? I imagine Spike finding out after she drives everyone off home after a long fight and she swaps the music, forgetting Spike's still in the back (because he actually shut up for once, lol) but do it however the inspiration takes you. Thanks kindly! (Also no pressure if you don't wanna do it, it was just an idea I thought you'd be really good at.)Spik

Requested by: @cameo-greaves​

A/N: I haven’t written a platonic Spike fic in a long time !! He’s protective like a big brother kind of relationship with the reader. So this was nice (I hope this was okay love) 💖💖

You and your friends had all been driving around looking for a demon. You had decided since Sunnydale had decided to completely freeze over it was better to take the car. You were driving Buffy, Willow, Xander and Spike around. Spike had insisted he came and Buffy eventually gave in. This demon was supposed to be hard to defeat. 

Willow had cast a spell on your car so you wouldn’t slide around on the roads and you were all wearing coats in the car because no matter how much you tried you couldn’t warm up. The cold got everywhere.

The demon was named Jacque. He was large and ogre-like. With power that nobody knew the full extent of. He was somewhat of a myth, even according to Giles’ books. He had stretched light blue skin and he thrived in this weather.  He was ice cold, his heart was literally a block of ice, one that never thawed. He had an icicle constantly hanging from his nose.

He had appeared one summers evening, turning the entirety of Sunnydale into Lapland. Nobody had seen this much snow before and it was only continuing through the weeks. Buffy and the rest of your friend group had been stuck in researching rather than having snowball fights like you all wanted.

There was a demon freezing people to death and you needed to figure out what you were looking for and quickly. Which is what you had been doing this evening. But you had been driving everyone around for hours now and there had been no sightings.

The radio was on, some tinny song you didn’t recognise. You didn’t get to hear much of it anyway as everyone was talking and laughing around you. You grinned as Xander cracked another joke with Spike just rolling his eyes and slouching in his seat.

Spike had shut up while the others in your car had gotten louder. He was just staring out of the window, he had offered to drive but you and your friends had said no. He took a lot of risks and in the snow the Scoobies could all see him managing to wipe the entire group out and managing to walk away unscathed. He had wanted to make sure you were back home before he got in. You had forgotten that he was still in the back of the car with everyone else chatting.

He kind of positioned himself in his own head as your big brother. He was weirdly protective of you but he didn’t let it show very often. You were too kind, a total goody-two shoes. Everyone thought so anyway. He was convinced that you wouldn’t last a second if you were left on your own.

You dropped each off one by one. It took a while people walking to their houses, scared of sliding around. You paused, making sure everyone got to their doors safely – not that you would have been particularly much help if anyone had been attacked by a demon waiting in the snowy shadows.

When you thought your car was empty, you exhaled slightly and turned to root through the glovebox for your music. You didn’t realise that there was a vampire still slouched on your backseat. You leaned in putting a cassette tape in and playing the first track. The music started, pounding through the speakers. You couldn’t help a smile spreading on your face.

You slammed the steering wheel in time, ready to launch into song alongside your favourite punk song. You hit the first note before you were interrupted suddenly.

An arm reached from the backseat to turn the dial up. He happened to like this song too. You screamed (and not in time with the tune) near drowning out the music that was playing. You had forgotten he was there and almost skidded into a snow drift on the side of the road.

You slammed on the brake and turned back to look at him, horrified to see Spike still there. You had been caught out. You weren’t too embarrassed or anything, you were just shocked he was there. He had actually managed to stay quiet for once.

You kept this part of your life away from the others. Especially Spike, you didn’t want him to look at you and think you were a poser. On the weekends you would often frequent local punk venues, soaking up the music and meeting people with a shared interest. You even dressed slightly differently (your look was a lot more toned down usually).

You needed a hobby that you could separate from the reality you lived in. You and your friends saving the world all the time, it was kind of heavy. You needed this escape. And what better than the embracing arms of the punk genre?

The lyricality of it you felt within. The heavy music and the powerful voices just spoke to you. In a way that nothing else had.

It made you feel alive. It woke you up from the dreary hopelessness that could consume you in Sunnydale. You could just get lost, it lifted the spirits when you were just shouting along to the words.

You and Spike didn’t speak much, other than squabbling over petty stuff. He just sort of turned up when you ended up stumbling into trouble the way you usually would. He often grumbled at you that you would happily plant your neck into a vampire’s jaw given half the chance.

You knew he looked out for you but you didn’t realise why. You were the same age as the others but he had a soft spot for you. You reminded him of his sibling. From when he was human. Now he realised you were slightly more similar to him than he thought in music taste at least. You were still as sweet and unassuming as you always appeared to be despite this revelation.

“Spike!? I could have crashed!”

“Didn’t though, did you?” he maintained, “Since when did you get any taste anyway?”

“I have always been cool, thanks very much” You insisted, turning your nose up at him and he scoffed.

“Wouldn’t say so, platelet. Unless you mean ‘cause of the weather that is” He teased which made you roll your eyes at him. Though you ended up smiling at him, you couldn’t help it.

He was always good natured with you. Made sure you felt safe around him despite him always insisting he was oh so evil. The others would tease him for it. They had thought he had fallen for you at first but he had made it clear he felt a duty of care to you. Couldn’t explain it, decided he didn’t owe it to them anyway.

“Well, now you know I guess… don’t tell the others?” You asked and he nodded. You appeared relieved. He wouldn’t want the others discouraging your interest. Your hobbies. He knew how that could be.

“You go to any shows?” He asked after a moment of silence, looking outside as he asked. The snow had began to slowly fall again. It was unending at the moment. Bleak.

But he’d rather look outside than watch you pull faces at his interest in your life. You would pretend you found it lame. He cared and you made it difficult sometimes despite it being in your nature to be kind.

“I go to the Fishtank sometimes to see the local bands play” You answered matter-of-factly. This was another reason you didn’t tell the others – they’d try to make you stop going. That place had a bad reputation.

He thought on this for a moment and then looked at you in the reflection of the rearview mirror as you anticipated his reply being one of disdain for the bar. Even he only risked that place if he was desperate.

“Well, if you ever need someone to take you there and back…” he offered, his brow furrowed at the idea of you out on your own in the middle of the night on that side of town.

“You want to be my chaperone? That’s so punk, thanks Spike” Your reply dripping with sarcasm.

“Offer’s there” he shrugged. You were about to open your mouth, maybe thank him or something. He really didn’t have to offer and it was him appearing to be genuinely kind without ulterior motive which was wholly unlike spike. But you chose to see the good in him. You were one of the only ones that did.

Just as you were about to speak there was a massive thud on the roof of your car. The roof dipped in slightly under the weight of whatever had jumped on there. You shouted in surprise as the demon jumped onto the bonnet before turning and landing on the ground and turning to face you, squinting into your car.

It was Jacque. The frost demon. You had finally located him. Complete with the sharp icicle on the end of his nose. But now you had found him, were completely slayerless.

Your brain caught up with you and you rushed into action. You reversed the car, manoeuvring the best you could to turn around while the demon set its sights on you.

“Bloody step on it!” He shouted, slamming his hands on the headrest of the drivers side as if it would make you drive faster. You would have said something snide about backseat driving but you were too panicked.

As you started to drive at a much faster pace, Spike threw himself into the front passenger seat with some struggle. His goal, not only to help you, but to turn the music right up. You were blasting the punk song for all of Sunnydale to hear as you drove recklessly through the streets and away from the demon blasting shards of ice at your poor car.

You took your eye off the road for a split second and really did drive into a snow drift this time. You couldn’t get the car started again. You would have to try and run. In what felt like six feet of snow.

The demon was more than double Spike’s height. Still, he ran at it with full force. Landing offensive blows where he could. The large demon swiped at Spike and sent him flying into your car leaving another large dent in the side.

While Spike was recovering, you tried to step up but you knew straight away it was going to be no use. He stared at you hard, using your body heat against you. Turning your body entirely cold. Frozen solid. Blue ice began to slowly create a layer on the outside of your skin.

“You c-c-cold hearted son of a-” Your teeth chattered as you tried to finish your sentence, but it was too hard to speak. You were so cold. You were becoming a statue. An ice sculpture. It was slowly creeping up your neck onto your face.

“Bitch!” Spike finished for you, spinning into a kick that knocked the demon backwards from where he was walking towards you.

“You do not have a heart either, friend… let me take this one” He gestured at you as you shivered in the icy prison you were encapsulated in.

“Not on your life”

“Okay” He shrugged, running at Spike again. They fought hard against each other, but Spike managed to gain the upper hand.

You began to thaw now his attention wasn’t on you although you were still very cold. Shivering violently. You could only watch as you started to be able to feel your fingers again although they felt as if they were cramped up. They were still numb.

Spike landed several successive blows, blocking the shards of ice that the demon threw his way. His ice powers wouldn’t work on a vampire. Spike knocked his feet from under him and

He took out his stake, piercing the large demon’s heart and shattering the shard of ice where his heart lay. The demon just lay there before eventually turning to snow like its surroundings.

He nodded once, looking at where the demon had once lay. Before turning back to you and gesturing with his head for you to walk back with him.

Spike took you home, teasing you lightly as you walked about how punk you looked when you were stood like a cold fool while he was fighting the bad guy. You shoved him and he rolled his eyes having to catch you as you overbalanced on the ice. He should have let you fall and taught you a lesson but it was instinct.

Hopefully now the demon was taken care of, all of the ice and snow would thaw sooner than later.

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Once Upon A Dream

Bucky Barnes X Reader (platonic)

Anon asked: For years reader had a crush on Bucky but they find out he's dating Natasha.

A/N: FOR YEARS? Anon 😅 I hope I did this justice! Thanks for sending it in 💜

Warnings: Heartbreak, angst.

You knew something was wrong by the way Bucky became distant with you. When, just a few months ago, he would spend time with you in your room binge watching all kinds of movies and series and you'd share a pizza, even if he was capable of eating one by himself. A few months ago, you'd also find that he would hug you for no reason and became protective of you.

It was so easy to fall in love with him. All he had to do was give you the attention you needed and show you some affection. You'd be the first person he would go to if he had a nightmare and vice versa.

This seemed to change gradually, any excuse not to spend time with you, or be alone with you. If you'd lean in for a hug, Bucky would pull away and tell you he's going to work out which you knew was a lie. It hurt you, no, it did more than hurt. It broke your heart and he wouldn't know or wouldn't care that you spent most nights crying and screaming into your pillow from the overwhelming pain in your chest.

You were in love with Bucky, you have been for years. It was more than just a crush, you realised it as soon as you started imagining your wedding day and the two of you as parents.

Trying to talk to him was an option you've tried. But like the hugs, he would make an excuse to leave or he'd pretend he didn't hear you and excuse himself.

You're not sure what you did wrong and you tried talking to his best pal Steve many times to find out, the blond super soldier wasn't spilling secrets though.

"You just need to talk to him." He'd tell you, like you didn't know. Often you'd snap right back at him, "I have tried Steve! I'm so sick of this!"

You were close to exploding, you could feel your heart ripping into shreds by your once best friend's ignorance.

You just wanted to know what happened, what did you do to upset him? You even tried to corner him in his own room once, "Y/N, you need to leave." He tried to push you out but you remained grounded. You needed those answers. "No! Not until you tell me what I did wrong!" You demanded with pokes to his chest. "Why do you hate me?" You broke down at your own question, every single emotion took over your body at that moment. Why did he hate you? It pained Bucky to see you so broken but he truly didn't understand why. Well, he did, but he didn't at the same time. "It's complicated Y/N."

You spent that night crying until there was no more tears left to cry. Your pillow soaked from your heartache. The pain too much to handle that you wanted him to see the pain he was causing you.

So without washing your face, you stood up from your bed with a light head and pounding headache and walked down the hallway to Bucky's room. You entered without knocking and as soon as your eyes landed on the scene in front of you, it felt like the air was punched from your lungs. Bucky and Natasha were cuddled up in his bed watching a series you were halfway through with him. His arm around her shoulder and her head on his chest. They looked too close to be just friends. Their eyes landed on you, shock and guilt over Bucky's face and Natasha remained unreadable.

"Y/N I–" you shook your head and held up your hand. More tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You backed out of the room, and waited until you got back to your own room before you collapsed to the floor and broke down. Steve heard your distress from his room down the hall and he figured you found out, he felt guilty for not telling you but Bucky made him swear to keep the secret.

Steve couldn't leave you like this, he sat his book down and rushed to your room where he found you curled up on the floor. He grabbed you and pulled you up into his chest where he rocked the two of you back and forth. "It's okay sweetheart I'm here." Steve cooed shushing you. Bucky stood there watching helplessly from your doorframe.

You knew for a while that your crush on Bucky was just an imaginary dream.

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Okay (this is the anon from the "too scared to request" ask) I read a fanfic similar to this and it got me thinking. What abt Ranboo x Vampire reader (platonic) where Ranboo basically kills people for money and he, not knowing reader is a vamp, tries to kill them and they pretend to be dead until later where they show up to his house and get revenge by making his life a living hell every day

You can totally ignore if you want I get it if it's too weird or specific for you to write

Revenge (part 1.)

requested?: (yes read above)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, knives, death and a whole lotta angst. (a bit ooc)

 a/n: Non this was perfect! Dw about specific-ness or how ‘weird’ it is, that means you have a good imagination! Also being specific makes it easier for me to write! I hope you enjoy! I tried as best as I could^~*.

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You and Ranboo had been friends for ages. Ever since he first joined the smp. You always admired how truthful and kind he was. Spilling everything that happened to him in a instant, he trusted you so much that he even told you about everything that happened with Dream when no-one else knew. So the fact that he didn’t tell you that he killed for money hurt.In all honesty you could’ve helped him. But, it was very hypocritical of you. See, you had a secret of your own. You were a vampire. And no one knew.

You planned to keep it that way.

Everyone has been skeptical of how Ranboo got richer and richer every second. They honestly thought that he grinded for hours or worked in tradding materials but it was something different..something worse. You knew exactly what it was. At the dead of night he’d sneak out of his house, clad in Netherite armour and a sword shoved into his pant pocket like clock work. Theres was only one destination in mind. He’d set off to the community house.

Hovering over a tree, you floated in the air watching as ranboo quietly close the spruce door and hesitantly stepped down to avoid the creak of the step. He slings a bag over his shoulder that looks like it could crush anyone under 120 pounds.

‘Whats in the bag?’ you think eying it closely ‘wouldnt be a dead body, he wouldnt keep that in the house especially with Micheal in there.’

Ranboo stumbles here and there until he finally reaches the crafting table covered floor. Three guys stand infront of him. All varying in different heights.One carries a enchanted axe, the one on their right equpied with a bow while the other one is bare-handed. But…there was something else you noticed about their stance…

They were scared.

“Ranboo!” One called walking forward “So nice of you to finally join us.”

Ranboo scoffs walking towards the man but only to stop a little ways from them. He throws the bag on the floor gently. “You know its hard for me to sneak out of there.” He says bending down “Took me ages to put Micheal to bed.”

The guy laughs and shakes his head “I bet, childern are always stubborn. How is micheal now? 3? 4?” He watches as Ranboo opens the black bag slowly, eying it as if a monster is going to pop out and attack him and his goons.

Ranboo looks up at the man through his eyelash from the floor and lets out a laugh “How old my son is shouldnt be your business, punz” he sneers opening the bag a little wider.

Punz looks back to the guys behind him who were now taking off the hoods that layed upon their heads. The two figures behind punz was none other then AntForst and Bad. Its his turn to laugh “Shouldnt I know the things about my client?” to which ranboo huffs out a 'I’m not your client’ under his breath.

Standing up, ranboo towers over punz by a good amount making the boy in white peer up at the hybrid. “Yeah Yeah, whatever. Whats in the bag?” Looking away from ranboo,his gaze drops down to the bag on the floor. A purple-ish light floats from it making punz laugh in greed.

Ranboo huffs again as if hes done this a thousand times.

“He probably has” you mumble, you yourself trying to see what was in the bag without getting spotted.

“Everything you asked for,” He starts picking the bag up with ease “5 enchanted cross-bows, two stacks of arrows, half a stack of diamond blocks and 10 gapples.”

The men whoop and Punz goes to reach for the bag but his hand is slapped away by Ranboos freckled one.”No. This is not how the trade works, you know that. Dont get greedy. I dont sell to greedy people.”

Punz sighs and rolls his eyes but nonetheless takes out 10 blocks of netherite and 4 blocks of gold. “This what you wanted?” he asks making ranboo nod to conform. “Alright then on the count of 3 we had over our respected items and go our marry little way, alright?” Ranboo nods again. He can sense something- no. Someone lurking.

“Alright then 1,” Punz takes a step forward towards Ranboo and ant and bad do the same. Ranboo stays where hes at. “2,” Ranboo stays still once again but this time slowly reaches for something in his back pocket. The boys don’t notice but you do.

“Oh god ranboo please dont let that be what I think it is..” You gasp covering a hand over your mouth. From the your place up in the air you know take position on the ground barely visible behind a tree.

“3″ Ranboo pulls the sword that once was rested in his pocket and swings it into punzs’ stomatch. A bewildered look flashes across punzs’ face as he stares into Ranboos eyes. He grunts and falls forward but ranboo catches him before he can crash. While the knife is still in punzs’ stomach he lies him down getting his blood all over his hands.

Theres a scream couple feet in-front of Ranboo.

‘Crap,’ He panics looking up quickly and noticing the two men inching away from him ‘I forgot they were there!’

Ranboo slowly inches forward slowly to not cause any alarm. Ant speaks up for the first time in 30 minutes “Ranboo you dont want to do this...” He puts his hands up in defence. “Me and Bad can just move on! Forget about it! Just please...” his sentence trails off.

Ranboo twirls the knife in his hand. The blade soaked to the brim in blood. He shakes his head slowly...sadly. “I’m sorry but...I cant have any witnesses” with that he teleports infront of them and with one swift motions they take their place on the floor. Now, there are three bodies.

‘This is too much, whats going on? Whats...whats happening?’ You scream inside your mind. Thoughts running a mile a minute. This wasn't  the Ranboo you knew and loved. This wasn't him.

Your body moves before you think and now your standing behind Ranboo as his shoulders shake. It hard for you to look away from the blood. The smell is strong and the desire to eat is stronger. But, you have to focus on the point at hand...

“what the heck is going on?!” That got his attention. He head snaps backwards so hard you think he might've snapped his neck. Your voice didn't register in his head until he saw your crazed look, fear danced in your eyes as you look at the enderman dressed in black. You were bent forward slightly, both hands wrapped around your baby blue robe eying the sword that rest in his palm.

Tears sprout in his eyes as he trips over his words. “(Y-Y/N)?What are you doing here?” He tries to walk towards you stops when you take a step backwards.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Your voice wavers in disbelief. “Why? WHY?! Why didn't you tell me this was happening? I thought we tell each other everything!”

Ranboo whimpers and shakes “we do..we do..we do..” he cries “im sorry..im sorry im so sorry...”

You scoff and take the hand from your robe and place it on your cheek, eyes stuck to the ground. You cant bare to look him in the eye. “why..why are you sorry? hmph? Are you sorry for brutally MURDERING THEM AND THEN GETTING CAUGHT! AND FOR WHAT?! THEIR MONEY?!” Anger was now in place of fear. You looked up and looked straight into his eyes. Remorse is written all over his face.

this causes him to shake more. “no, im sorry for what im about to do..” in the blink of a eye he teleports behind you and places the cold, metal object to your neck. “I love you so much...remember that” and with a quick slash you join the bodies on the floor.

Thick tears fall from his eyes bound to make scars later. With one deep breath he says these finals words before the darkness fades in “There shall be no witnesses.. im sorry (y/n)”

is this what betrayal feels like?

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