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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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Make You Wish Chapter Two -- Where Is She

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: really super mild versions of cannon violence.

Word count: 2,072

Previous Part: Make You Wish Chapter One -- Seven Years

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A/N I accidentally posted this before I was ready tooo ahhhh!!! it's fine. Everything was already written I just had to format it properly and stuff.

Alastor had been at the Hazbin Hotel for only a few days and was already enjoying his time there greatly. It was an entertaining place, to say the least, and now that he had his feet under him, he was intent on making it even more so.

Charlie was pacing around the sitting room, stressed beyond belief. She had gone to speak to Adam the previous day to try and get his support for her plan, only to wind up with the news that the next extermination was coming in six moths, rather than the usual twelve. Alastor watched her duress in amusement as he sauntered into the hotel lobby, side stepping Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie to take a seat at the bar.

"It's nothing we can't handle," Charlie was explaining, trying to convince herself as much as anyone else in the room, "just angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right? And next time, when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it, right?!"

Vaggie got to her feet, grabbing her girlfriend by the shoulders and stopping her from her relentless pacing.

"Yes, we will." she confirmed.

"Oh please," Angel cut in from the couch, his eyes fixed on his phone, "ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now...? Ain' no silver lining this time, toots."

"Sure there is." Charlie turned to him, "We just have to look a little harder for it."

"Well, while you're lookin', the rest of Hell is going nuts."

Angel turned his phone to Charlie, showing all the news headlines of terror he'd pulled up.

"People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District."

He scrolled down to a video of a burning town just as a text notification popped up.

"Uh, what is a 'donkey show'?" Charlie asked in confusion, having read the text.

"Ah, heh, nothing." Angel pulled the phone from her line of sigh, trying to come up with a quick lie, "My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news too. Like I said, everyone's losing their shit."

"Yeah, that is true." Vaggie hummed thoughtfully, a hand to her chin, "Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape extermination?"

"Speaking of sinners," Alastor said, drawing the attention in the room to him as he turned towards Husk who was busying cleaning glasses, "I think it's time I look up my old partner in crime."

"And what do I have to do with that?" the cat demon gruffly replied, not sparing Alastor a glance.

"Your partner in crime?" Charlie asked, taking a step towards the bar, "I always thought you... you know, worked alone?"

Alastor's grin widened.

"Oh never you mind, dear." he replied, throwing her a glance over his shoulder, "Just a lost soul I'm acquainted with is all."

"Yeah. You've been trying to get her to sell you that soul for what, the past seventy years is it now?" Husk scoffed.

Alastor's eye twitched slightly at the implication of his failure.

"If I wanted it, I would have it." he hummed threateningly, and Husk backed down.

"That's great!" Charlie exclaimed, "So she's a friend of yours? Do you think she'd help with the hotel? Oh! Or maybe that she'd want to be a guest?!"

"Charlie-" Vaggie began but Alastor quickly cut her off.

"I don't see a harm in asking." he cheerily replied.

"And you know her, Husk?" Charlie asked.

He looked up as he placed a clean glass on the shelf, shooting Alastor a glance before nodding.

"Do you think she'd be a good fit?"

He sighed, crossing his arms as Husk turned to face Charlie fully.

"She's a sweetheart, I think you'd get along well." he admitted, "But she's trouble, just like him."

Husk gestured towards Alastor and Charlie's smile widened.

"Well, with all Alastor has done for us so far, I think we could probably use more trouble like him."

"Oh you flatter me." Alastor waved her off, looking away in a false show of humility.

"No really." Charlie insisted, "You-"

"Show yourself, Alastor!" a dramatic call cut Charlie off mid thought.

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"Um. Alastor?" Charlie hesitantly began, peeking out from behind his shoulder as she watched the havoc he was wreaking on the snake shaped sinner, "I think he's had enough."

Alastor cackled joyfully, not even watching as his shadows destroyed the air ship.

"Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im." Angle disagreed, enjoying the show immensly.

The shadows tilted the ship forward, dropping Sir Pentious out through the broken windshield. He hit the ground with a thud, right before Alastor's feet. Stopping in his fit of laughter, he looked down at the man, spinning his microphone like a baton.

"Thanks for another forgettable experience." he teased as one of the egg creatures fell from the ship, splattering on the ground beside Charlie who took a step away.

"Thank... you..." Sir Pentious began, his voice pained as he raised his head slowly, "for letting your guard down!"

Almost before Alastor could register what was happening, the snake had grabbed onto his coat with his tail and torn a piece from its hem. Alastor took a menacing step forward, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh shit." Pentious' triumphant laughter died out.

Slowly, Alastor sprouted a pair of shadowy horns. With a snap of his finger, the ground under the snake detonated, throwing him up into the air and far away from the hotel with a scream. He watched as Pentious flew away, retracting his horns and standing with a hand behind his back. Once the snake was out of sight, he at last turned to Charlie and Angel, as well as Husk and Vaggie who had come out to join them.

"Well, it looks as thought I need a visit to the tailor." he hummed, "Husk?"

"Yeah?" Husk grunted.

"Where did you say she was again?"

"I didn't."

Husk crossed his arms defensively and Alastor took a step towards him, his smile a little smaller than normal. There was an odd air between the two of them, a tension every one present could feel biting into their skins.

"Whats that?" Alastor asked lowly, his head cocked slightly to the side.

Husk sighed.

"Last I heard she was working for some imp in Pentagram City." Husk reluctantly admitted, looking away, "As an assassin or something, I don't know the details."

"An imp, you say." Alastor thoughtfully replied, his expression unreadable.

"Look, Alastor." Husk turned back to his master, "Don't fuck this up for her. She seemed pretty happy last time I saw her. You disappearing like that wrecked the poor girl."

"Just means she'll be all the more happy to see me."

Alastor turned, beginning to walk away. At the sound of Husk speaking again, he paused, keeping his back to the quartet.

"Alastor, ju-"

Alastor turned his head, shooting Husk a critical look over his shoulder. It shut the cat demon up almost immedeatly.

"Best of luck, chums!"

"Wait, you're leaving?" Vaggie exclaimed, taking a step forward.

Irritation prickling beneath his skin, Alastor turned back to them once again. It had been seven years, he didn't know how much longer he could wait. Sure, he'd had time in Hell on his own, nearly twenty years of it. He didn't need her per-say, she just made things more interesting, more enjoyable. It just felt odd for them to be parted.

Sure, when they had first met, he had thought she was just an easy steal of a soul. Young, naive, frankly undeserving in his opinion of eternal damnation. But smart, smarter than she looked. Y/n had refused any and all deals with the man and so, he had taken it as a challenge. What had begun as a game: Alastor trying to gain ownership of Y/n's soul ended up as an after-life long friendship.

Alastor would never admit it to anyone but, in his absence, he had even missed Y/n the smallest bit. She kept things interesting, he told himself, that was all. Always causing discreet mischief, always quick with a joke. A true pleasure to have on the show, as he always used to say.

"Alastor, we need your help. We need you to do your job." Vaggie continued.

"We need a wall." Angel finished for her, gesturing to the portion of the hotel Sir Pentious had destroyed in his attack.

"Of course." Alastor replied, keeping an irritated remark at bay, "Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?"

With a snap of his fingers, minions made of shadows pulled themselves from the ground at his feet. So as not to give anyone another chance to stall him further, he quickly turned on his heel and walked off.

Alastor was a man of image, he kept his pace slow and firm. Couldn't have any of them getting any ideas in their heads about the nature of his relationship with Y/n. That had always been trouble in the old days. The minute people saw the pair together, they started assuming things. He had already decided he was going to be more careful about that this time around and this was the first step.

There was a slight bounce in his step as he headed into the city's center, an odd anticipation fluttering in his chest. Alastor pushed it to the side. It was simply the thrill of being back in his old stomping ground that was to blame. It didn't matter he'd already been back a few days and it should have worn off by now, he should just feel lucky to still be so entertained by this place he'd known longer than he'd even been alive. Right?

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Y/n was sitting at Blitzo's desk, reading through paperwork he had neglected to fill out or file correctly. It wasn't like any one in Hell really payed their taxes, but the mess still stressed her out. She let out a sigh, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes in irritation. She had never had to do this type of work before, not since she'd been alive anyways. How the times had changed.

Noise of Blitzo and Moxxie fighting filtered in through the closed door. It wasn't anything special, anything new. The pair were always at one another's throats, she wasn't worried. What would be worrying, was if things were quiet. This was just the way life sounded now: inelegant and brazen. Nothing like it used to.

The buzzing of her phone on the desk beside her pulled Y/n from her reveries and she picked it up. The collar lay heavy around her neck as she read the message. Y/n had made some bad choices along the way, figuring out how to be on her own. She wasn't pleased with them, but it was what she had had to do. Back then, she hadn't had the need to fight for herself in over sixty years. It was the only thing she could think to do.

She double tapped the text, marking it with a thumbs up before shutting her phone off and leaning her head down on the table. There was no point in wishing for things to be different than they were but, it was just that time of year and the text had pushed her over the edge. A few stray tears trickled out of her eyes.

"Goddamnit, Al." she sighed into the empty room, "Where the hell are you."

Silence pressed its hands against her ears, blurring her perception of the world around her. Y/n had a few seconds, a few nearly peaceful moments before, again, her thoughts were interrupted. This time, not by her phone but by Blitzo calling for her from the other room.

"Y/n!" he yelled and she lifted her head off the table.

"Yeah?" she called back through the closed door.

"Get your ass out here!"

"Why? A client? Can't you handle it?"

"Y/n!" he insisted again, a sense of urgency to his voice.

If this was anything less than an absolute emergency, he was never going to hear the end of it. She was not in the mood for his games today.

"Fine." she groaned and pulled herself from the chair, "I'm coming."

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Next Part -> Chapter Three -- A Reunion

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kvtie444 · 4 months

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⋆‧₊˚ TEACHERS PET .8

summary: Reader has a new teacher and finds herself falling for him blahblahblah teachers pet by melanie vibes xoxo

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Standing outside the sorority house, I try to balance myself against the wall, waiting for Matt. The warm summer night feels comforting as he's on his way. Bright headlights approach, and I shield my eyes, peering through my fingers – Matt's car. I push off the wall, stumbling towards the vehicle. A car door opens, and there's Matt.

Oddly although I missed him, I dread seeing him. I focus my vision as he walks over, his blue eyes more intense than ever. He takes hold of my waist without a word, guiding me into the car and opening the door for me. I drop into the seat, leaning back and tilting my head, gazing at the other side of the car. Matt's hair brushes my face as he reaches over, buckling my seatbelt before closing my door and settling into the driver's seat. Instead of starting the car, he sighs, looking visibly stressed. Then, it hits me.

"Why did you drive here when I live down the road?" I ask, studying his side profile as he keeps his focus on the steering wheel. "Why did you call me instead of just walking there yourself?" he retorts quickly. I swallow, glancing at my lap. I feel like such an idiot.

"Need gas anyways," he mumbles before starting the car and heading to the station. I prop my arms by my window, leaning my head against them and staring out. It's awkward. Should I try to make conversation? Yes.

"I finished that book you gave me – Tristes Tropiques," I speak up. He hums in agreement quietly. The truth is, after he ended things with me, I reread it three times over the weekend, reading his annotations. I loved his handwriting, trying to understand how his brain works. Another silence.

"Are we nearly there yet?" I mumble, sitting up and looking at him. Silence. "Do you think when we get there, I could grab a drin-" "Jesus, y/n, can you just shut the fuck up? For one fucking minute, just stop running your mouth? Huh?" he cuts me off, looking at me and slamming his hand against the steering wheel after each question. I bite my tongue for a moment, keeping my gaze fixed on him. We stay silent until we reach the gas station, Matt unbuckling his seatbelt.

"You're such a dick," I mumble my thoughts. Matt whips his head to me, "Y/n, I don't wanna deal with your shit right now, okay?" he raises his voice, motioning his hand up towards me. I push his hand away, "Stop yelling at me," I grumble. He grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him, his hot breath fanning over my face. His eyes stay fixed on mine, now icy and cold. "Get your fucking shit together," he hisses at me, pushing me away from him. He opens the car door and slams it, going to fill up his car.

My eyes brim with water, and I'm quick to wipe them. I never wanted him to see me hurt ever again. I watch as he walks inside the station to pay. I hated how he was still in this facade, putting up with this nonchalant bullshit. I look down at my phone and check the time when I hear Matt get back in. He tosses a bottle of Gatorade and a cereal bar on my lap without a word. I decide it's best to keep my mouth shut and tear open the packet, taking a bite.

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I was pissed at her, hating when she drank like this; it was irresponsible. I see her twist the cap of the Gatorade, her unsteady hand going up to her lips when she spills some on her lap, staining her white outfit. I sigh. She's quick to put the drink in the cup holder and tries to pat it dry with her hand. "I’m sorry," she mumbles, rubbing harder against the fabric of her skirt. I swallow, watching her frustrated state. "I'm sorry," she repeats, her voice breaking, and her rubbing becomes impossibly more aggressive. I see tears brim in her eyes, and my heart breaks. I grab her wrist, forcing her to look at me. "It’s okay, just leave it, okay?" I plead. She sniffs and pushes my hands away from her, then reaches for the car door. She gets out. Shit.

I’m quick to get out and follow her, not even bothering to shut my door behind me. "Y/n, get back in the car," she ignores me and keeps walking down the road. "You’re drunk, just get back in." Ignored again, I realize what she's doing. She's giving me the same treatment I gave her. I reach her and grab her arm, turning her back to me. "Can you just get back in the car, please?" "Get the fuck off me!" her voice breaks, pushing me away. I just stare at her, dry tears on her cheek that glistened in the moonlight. "You told me you fucking loved me, then you completely ghosted me. I mean, what the fuck, Matt?" she cries. I run my hand through my hair. "It’s more complicated than that, Y/n, come on, you know why I had to do that," I try to keep my cool, using a softer tone than earlier. There’s a silence, the only sound being passing cars by the road.

"Tell me you don't love me," she breaks the silence. I almost choke up. "Y/n, we're not together anymore," I mumble. Her eyes shift, but she keeps her stand, looking up at me. "Tell me you don't love me anymore," she repeats. Fuck.

I don't know how to play my card right now. I could lie, tell her I don't. But that would break her. I want her to do better, be a better person without me. Or I could tell her the truth. I still love her more than myself.

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angelstate · 1 year

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(Don't) Say You're Sorry, Please.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem! reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending!

Warnings: harsh argument, cursing, mention of alcohol and reader getting drunk, explicit emotions, symptoms of mental illness.

Summary: you and peter were no longer happy, it took a big fight, harsh words and some time apart to realize how much love you felt for one another.

Words: 3k!

you didn't know how it got to this point, when the calmness of a silly discussion turned into a heated argument and a silent competition of who could scream harder horrible things to the other.

It got to the point where you had been crying for so long it was hard to breath and your eyes sting every time you blinked, it felt as if your stuck in the middle of a panic attack and couldn't get out of it no matter what you tried to do.

You didn't even remember when everything went wrong and you ended up here, it was like all your memories had been swept away and now there was a recognizable emptiness that the both of you shared.

you knew everything but could remember nothing.

you didn't had what it took to fight like this with Peter. You didn't have the voice, the feelings or the calculated thoughts to defend yourself.

You threw weak attempts of calming the situation but nothing worked so you let the venom that was boiling in your chest spill over and make you say things you would regret.

The love was long forgotten.

"just shut the fuck up, peter! for once in your fucking life shut the fuck up. You aren't the voice of truth all the fucking time, sometimes you are in the wrong, get over it for fucks sake!" You screamed at him and pulled your hair in an attempt to let out some of the anger you felt.

"i should shut up?! You're the one who acts like a fucking bitch all the goddamn time. You are fucking insufferable, i swear to god sometimes i can't fucking understand why i even put up with your shit!" peter screamed back at you, he was pointing at you the entire time. blaming you for this.

"you put up with my shit?! I'm the one who has a fucking super hero for a boyfriend. If anyone is putting up with shit is fucking me!! You always get hurt and put yourself in danger. you run to saves stranger from small fucking crimes, but who takes care of me?! You love playing hero but always end up getting hurt, What is going to take for you to realize that you are not prepared to save anyone!!" You screamed as loud as you could everything that came to your mind.

You were so done with this shit, with the argument, with the super hero bullshit. It was draining, being there to help peter get healthy every time he got hurt stopped being out of love but obligation.

While he took care of the city you were left to take care of him, but who was making the time to take care of you? Nobody. Nobody was taking care of you.

"i'm not prepared?! I have saved the world more than once! I've gone through hell trying to keep everyone save!! Im more than capable of saving people from small shitty crimes!" peter said trough gritted teeth.

"then why, tell why the fuck you can never help me?! Why you can never save me?! Am i not worth your stupid help!!?" you felt tears starting to leave your eyes harder than ever.

You knew that there was no way you could ever recover from this fight and be like you were before; this was a breaking point that was long time coming in the relationship.

"i don't help you?! every second that I'm not being spiderman im by your side fucking teaching you to not fuck up like you always do!" Peter screamed and raised his hand, closed his fist before letting his arm fall back down.

"you are so full of shit" this time you didn't shouted, your voice was trembling and soft, your throat wasn't prepared for any more screaming.

"you are so full of shit, Parker. we are never together, if you're not being spiderman you're busy doing shit to get better at being a super hero. You are never here for me. Im sorry that when i see you after a long time i want to tell you how my life has been. Im so fucking sorry i want you to be here for me." Your eyes filled with tears again your vision was blurry because of it but you didn't let any more tears fall. This wasn't worth the pain.

"im full of shit for being a super hero? Im so sorry if I'm not here because im saving people's life. I have so much shit going on that the last thing i wanna hear is more problems you want me to fix. I am so fucking sorry i can't fix your fucking life, you won't believe how much bigger problems i have to deal with outside of this fucking room" peter spoke his voice was stern.

In that moment, you realized something. You weren't his first priority. You weren't even on the list of things he worried about.

Why were you still here with him? Why haven't you walked away from a place you clearly weren't wanted in?

You loved peter so much to the point you forgot that he should love you too to be together.

"i think we need a break from each other" you whispered and rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tears.

Silence.

Peter didn't said nothing, just stood in the middle of your room looking completely lost. his eyes for the first time tonight filled with tears and his lower lip quivered in what you could only describe as pure sorrow.

"you don't mean that" peter said and tried to get close to you but you took a step back and embraced yourself.

"it's for the best, peter." you reassured him. it was really for the best. This time it had gotten too far to not notice the two of you needed space.

"no no no, I'm sorry, ok? Im really sorry. Please don't break up with me" peter pleaded.

"don't say you're sorry, please. we just need some time alone." you hugged peter one last time.

"we'll fix this, right?" Peter whispered in your ear and tighten his hold on you. It was so hard to let go.

you couldn't respond, no didn't knew if this could be fixed.

peter just took in your silence and kissed you for the last time, just way to promise to not let the relationship die tonight.

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Three weeks had passed since the fight.

thinking back to that night felt like a dream, you could feel the guilt of everything you said weight heavier and heavier every day.

You regretted everything you said, every word you let out that night. you may have ruined one of the only good things in your life out of pure selfishness.

peter and you rarely talked, there was nothing to say, no. There was too much to say and that scared the both of you. what if one you had realized the relationship was going to be fixable?

The fear was ingrained in the both of your minds, both of you suffering because of the same fear.

"how is she?" Peter asked mj, who was concentrated eating her lunch.

"your ex girlfriend?" Mj said sarcastically and looked at peter with boredom.

"we didn't broke up" peter said quickly, the title of ex girlfriend made his heart clench in pain.

"she's sad and doesn't look good at all, Parker" she said honestly and looked at her food before continuing.

"if your dumbass checked on her you would know that" she said and took a bite of a mini carrot.

"we are taking some time apart" peter defend himself, it was true but that wasn't the reason he checked up on you. He was scared of seeing what the decision made to you.

He had shattered since that night, crying anytime he was left alone with his thoughts. He feared to see you in a worst condition than he was. Scared to see how his words bruised you.

"yeah? maybe try spend a life time apart because you don't want to see how you left her, Parker." Mj said in bitterness, you were her best friend and seeing you in pain because of him didn't sat right with her. She understood the situation but would always make the people that hurt you hurt too.

Peter just sat there, looking worried and sad.

You were feeling like shit, every inch of your mind was filled with sadness and your body reflected your state of mind so clearly it was embarrassing to go out looking like the human version of sadness.

right now, you were in one of the stalls of the girls bathroom, trying to eat your lunch but you had no appetite, you stopped feeling hungry two weeks ago.

You couldn't eat, so you took supplements like candy, trying to keep your body healthy but it didn't worked. You lost weight and looked pale.

But it didn't really mattered, nothing felt like it mattered. In your mind, you had no reason whatsoever to care about yourself or anything at all.

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It was Friday night and you were drunk as fuck. not in a party, just in the solitude of your living room, lit cigarette in hand and a tall glass filled all the way with pure vodka.

the tv was on, the movie 'The perks of being a Wallflower' playing but the sound acting as a background noise because all your attention was on your phone, waiting for a message from him to pop up.

How much you wished you had the courage to message him first.

You took a big sip from the glass and felt the familiar warm spread in your chest, your empty stomach had been suffering all day and now was experiment the harshest treatment you had ever put it through.

Not even in your high school years you were careless enough to not eat anything before drinking strong alcohol.

"say you're sorry, please?" you whispered to yourself, trying to force yourself to call him, to admit your mistakes and beg for forgiveness.

You spend two hours staring at your phone, all the vodka in you glass had already disappeared and the entire bottle followed soon after; before you even realize it

"I'll say I'm sorry, please forgive me..." you whispered and pressed to call peter. you put the call on speaker and held your phone close to your mouth.

You had your knees to your chest and had wrapped a blanket around yourself, trying to stay calm and collected.

"hello?" Peter answered the call.

"hi...pete" you said, voice dripping evidence of your drunken state.

"how are you, y/n?" he asked and you heard how he sat on his bed from the way the springs made a uncomfortable sound.

"i'm.. I'm drunk" you admitted and laughed a little.

"I, I really wanted to talk to you, pete." you're voice broke, and your eyes glossed over with tears.

"I wanted to talk to you too, flower" the pet name made your heart clench.

"really?" you asked, your tone filled with the warm that the pet name created in your soul.

"yeah, i was thinking about you, i used my telepathic powers and you called" he joked and you giggled.

"thanks for using your powers, pete" you took a deep breath.

"i called because i want to tell you something" you said and heard how peter took a deep breath.

"tell me, flower. Im all ears" he spoke sweetly, so sweetly you felt your heart clench again.

"i just, i wanted to tell you that i'm sorry, i'm really sorry about everything i said when we were fighting." you took a pause and to stop the tears from falling.

"i don't 'up with you', i honestly don't even know why i said that. you are amazing to be around and i was wrong for saying differently. you're a great super hero and the fact that you put yourself in danger and get hurt just to save other people is admirable. You're more than prepared to be the biggest super hero the world has known" you let out a shaky breath, your eyes betrayed you and multiple tears fell from your eyes.

"and you're right, you do help me to not do stupid things. I just...i just feel like i'm not worth it enough of more attention than the one you give me to save me from my stupidity."

"and lastly, you're not full of shit. That's me, not you. I know you have bigger problems than giving me attention just because i feel like im entitled to your time. I feel really guilty for everything i said. Forgive me, please?" You finished speaking.

Peter was speechless, and his heart already broken heart, ended breaking completely when you bed for his forgiveness.

You beg him for forgiveness? how could you feel sorry for saying the things he needed to hear to wake up and realize he wasn't a good boyfriend? You opened his eyes when you spoke up about how abandoned you felt because of him never being there for you.

If anyone should apologize was him.

"flower..." Peter sighed.

"yes?" You responded, voice shaky and anxious.

"I'm sorry for everything i said too. I shouldn't have called you a bitch. You're not insufferable, your the sweetest and loveliest person i have ever met. i'm grateful that i have you in my life."

"and you're right about me never being there to give you anything other than help, i love you and i thought that just because you knew that i didn't have to remind you every day. you have all the right to tell me how you feel or what you're going through and i should always be there to hear you. I know that you don't want me to fix your life or your problems. You only wanted to be heard but i didn't care to listen at the time."

"thanks for believing I'm a great super hero and I'm sorry that I've been saving people without thinking about how me getting hurt so much and running to you to heal me affected you. I've been selfish in our relationship just because i wanted to be selfless and save people. Forgive me, please"

Peter asked and you took a deep breath.

"if i forgive you will you forgive me too?" you asked back, you also wanted to be forgiven.

"of course, flower" peter answered and your heart skipped a beat.

"then, i forgive you, pete." you said and felt a smile forming on your face.

"i forgive you too, flower." Peter smiled too.

All the weight you have been carrying on your shoulders was lifted just like the light on your soul, you could finally live again. No more sorrow and pain.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" You asked with hope.

"yeah, we'll see each other tomorrow" peter made the plan of showing up at your apartment tomorrow, make everything right and give you all the affection and time you deserved.

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(a few months later)

you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, wrapped up in blankets and softly breathing. It was spring break and you have spent all day cleaning so you were having your well deserved rest.

that was until you starting hearing something hitting your window, being a light sleeper you woke up almost immediately, you checked the time on you phone '01:23am'

Still being half asleep you didn't even thought about what who hitting against your window because it was obvious, you stood up, walked over to the window, opened it and turned around to lie down again in your bed.

"hi baby" you said when you were back in your bed, this time your back against the wall to give peter space to lay down with you.

"hi flower" peter pressed the spider in the middle of his suit making loose and fall of his body.

He picked up the hoodie that was on your desk and put it on before laying down beside you, almost instantly he hugged you and you wrapped one of your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you while one of your arms wrapped around his next. Your free hand started caressing his hair sofly.

"how was night patrol?" you asked, your eyelids already closing in tiredness.

"it was calm, i just helped a few drunk guys get home" peter said and rubbing your back, drawing random shapes with his fingers.

"that's good" you whispered.

"go to sleep, flower." peter whispered against your ear and tighten his hold on your waist making you be totally pressed against him, your face in the crook of his neck.

"goodnight spidey" was the last thing you said before falling asleep.

"goodnight flower, i love you" peter kissed the top of your head before falling asleep too.

The both of you finally being the happy couple you deserved to be. The love you felt for each other was no longer forgotten in the pain of misunderstood emotions, now it was more alive than ever, burning and keeping you warm and safe from all the sorrow you had to go through to be happy with peter again.

Everything was fixed and was better than the first time you started to love each other.

There was no longer pain, just peace and the comfortable bed of love the both of you slept in for the rest of your life.

How beautiful it was to love Peter, forever save in his arms.

#peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman #tom holland spiderman #spiderman fic #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff

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footballfanficwriter · 7 months

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The Break up

Summary: I love you but, you hurt me and I can't take it anymore

A/n: requests are open

"Where were you?" I ask getting up from the sofa that I've been sitting on for the past 3 hours

"Out" he says

"Are you drunk?"

"No" he says trying to stand up straight indicating that he is in fact drunk

"Is that a hikey on your neck"

"No...w-w-what are you even doing up at this time" he asks

"Waiting for you to come home so we can go on our date that you promised me we'd go on" I say

"Shit that was today, i forgot"

"Ofcourse you did, like you always do"

"You look very beautiful in that dress by the way"

"Stop, manipulating me"

" I'm not, I'm just complimenting you"

"Oh cut the bullshit Jude, you don't care about me, if you did you'd remember our date and that hickey wouldn't be on your stupid neck"

"Babe I love you, you are my world, I can't live without you"

"I love you too Jude, but how many times have we been down this road?, you Fuck up, you promise not to do it again, I forgive you and you do it all over again"

"Ok fine I promise this is the last, the very last time"

"That's what you said last time"

"Babe please"

"No, if I continue like this, you are literally going to drive me to my death"

"Y/n, please don't do this, I love you"

"I love you too Jude, but you hurt me and I can't take it anymore" I say

I walk to my room and start packing all my clothes in suitcases

"Y/n, you're being dramatic, your blowing things out of proportion"

"I'm blowing things out of proportion?, you know how many times I've cried because of you, how you've made me feel like I can't live without your love, making me feel emotionally dependent on you?, I guess that's my fault cause of how fast I fell for you, how I based my whole life on you"

"Y/n, please darling, I'm begging you, please don't to this".

"It's ok Jude, I understand you've lost feelings for me"

"No I haven't"

"If you haven't like you claim, then you wouldn't have cheated"

He's silent like he's trying to think, that's when he grabs his phone out of her pocket and makes a call, the line connects after a few rings and hear my mother's voice

"Hello?, Mom Y/n is at it again, I can't get her to stop, she's threatening to leave in fact she's packing her clothes right now"

"Give her the phone, darling" she says

He hands me the phone

"Hello"

"What are you doing?" She ask

"Leaving" I say

"But why hunny?"

"Jude has been cheating for more than a year now, and quiet frankly I've reached my breathing point"

"Were you giving him some?"

"Mom, that's private"

"Well judging by your answer, I'm gonna assume it's a no, no wonder why he's cheating on you"

"You're justifying his actions?"

"Just stay darling, a women never leaves her mess, fix your relationship, try harder if you must, do everything in your power to make him happy"

"I can't believe you, you're taking his side?"

"He's very reasonable"

"I can't do this with you mom,I'm coming home"

"No, you're not, if you step foot outside that house, and drive here I will kick you off my property" she says

"You're disowning me"

"If that's what I have to do then yes"

I hang up the phone and toss it onto the bed and continue packing.

I'm leaving, even if it means I'll be living in my car then so be it

"What are you doing"

"Leaving"

"But your mom just sai-

"Get away from me Jude"

"Where are you going to go if you leave the house then"

"That's none of your concern"

I finish packing my things and make my way downstairs, but Jude stops as I'm about to leave the front door

"Get out of my way"

"I love you"

"Get out of my way Jude"

"Darling I love you"

"Don't lie to me, I said get out of my way" i give him a look and he steps aside

And I make it out for the door, but not before and turning back

"So this is really the end?"

"Yeah, it is" I say

"I'm sorry for how I treated you"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't enough for you"

"I love you"

"I love you too" I say and close the door and head to my car

I sit there for a while and and the tears start running down my face eventually I'm a sobbing mess

After slightly composing myself I start the car and leave.

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lincolndjarin · 7 months

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Good Manners

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day one - afab!agent!reader x dieter bravo

prompt : cock warming [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 0.8k words

summary : dieter is a brat.

warnings, etc. : cock warming (obvi, but also like barely any LMAO), male masturbation, reader is described as wearing glasses and having manicured nails, sort of sub!dieter

a/n : happy first of october!! can't believe it's finally here!! so uhh if you saw that is was originally day two no you didn't lmao, i'm still editing a lot of them so they're likely to change in order lmao

“You whine too much.” You stare at him over the rim of your glasses that have slipped down your nose.

“If I have to read one more fucking script I’m gonna lose it.” He throws the binder in his hands across the couch.

Not a great sign considering he’s two scripts deep into a pile of well over a dozen.

“Just a few more, then we can order food and take a break.” You’re shuffling through papers trying to sort out his contracts.

Not like he cared about the money.

He only did a movie if he liked the script.

Which he hated reading.

“Can you at least sit closer to me?” His voice shifts up a bit, he gets so nasally when he whines.

There’s a reason you’re on the other couch.

“If I sit closer you won’t get anything done.” You push your glasses up the bridge of your nose, shooting him a warning glare.

“I’m already not getting anything done.” He throws his head back, spreading out on the couch.

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Just come sit with me.” He’s practically throwing a tantrum with the way he stomps his foot and crosses his arms in front of him.

“Use your words Dieter, I know that’s not what you really want, I’m not giving it to you unless you ask properly.” You’ve told him this a hundred times already.

“Come sit on my cock.” He grumbles almost petulantly. You tilt your head down staring at him over your glasses with your eyebrows raised expectantly, when you clear your throat he sits up a little straighter. “Please?”

“You need to work on your manners.” You look down at the spreadsheet you’re struggling to fill out. “Touch yourself, when I’m done with this I’ll deal with you.” You begin chewing the end of your pen as he lets out an obscenely loud moan. “What do we say, Dieter?”

“Thank you.” He’s already shoved his sweatpants halfway down his thighs.

“Thank you, what?”

“Thank you ma’am.” You watch as he enthusiastically spits in his palm.

“Mhmm.” You try your best to return to your work but he isn’t making it easy on you.

Dieter Bravo, the actor that he is, always putting on a show.

You know he’s trying to speed you up and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working. Letting his head fall back with a moan straight out of a porno as he spits on his hand, reaching down to cup his balls before stroking himself languidly.

After a few minutes of listening to him whine, you finally look up, watching him with an uninterested look as he thrusts his hips upwards, fucking his fist as he stares at you with wide pleading eyes. He fucking loves this. It’s his favorite game, over the years you were shocked to learn that Dieter Bravo, alleged lover of attention, got off on being ignored by you. Nothing made him harder than when you disregarded him.

He lets out a familiar keen as you watch him, you bullshit your way through the rest of the form you’re working on, not looking up as you speak.

“If you come I won’t touch you for a month.” It’s an empty threat but you know he’ll take it seriously. He squeezes the base of his cock with a groan, his chin falling forward to rest on his chest as he lets out a breathy whimper.

You collect all of your papers, making your way across the room, and setting them down on the couch next to him.

“I expect you to read every single one of those Dieter, I mean it.” You slide your panties down your legs, stepping out of them before hiking up your pencil skirt and straddling his lap.

“Yeah, of course-“ His voice trails off into a strangled cry as you waste no time and sink down onto his length. You close your eyes for a moment, relishing in the feeling of fullness as he squirms a bit beneath you, adjusting himself.

“I mean it.” You compose yourself quickly, frowning as he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I know-” You grab him by the jaw, your manicured nails leaving little crescent marks on his chin. Once his attitude dwindles you release him.

“You will sit still and you will read your scripts, you will not speak unless it is to tell me you are done and you will not touch me without permission. If you’re good I might let you come.” You click your pen to accentuate your point, already getting back to work as you start filling out another form against his shoulder. “Is that understood?” You don’t bother looking at him, you already know what expression you’ll see plastered on his face.

“Yes.” He sounds awfully satisfied with himself. Now you turn to face him, setting the tip of the pen underneath his chin to make him meet your gaze.

“Yes, what?” Just as you suspected, he’s grinning from ear to ear, his eyes half closed as he leans back with a pleased look on his face, picking up one of the unread binders.

“Yes, ma’am.” His cock twitches eagerly inside of you the moment he says those words.

“Good boy, now read your scripts Dieter.”

a/n : this had basically no cock warming in it bc i'm feeling silly w these prompts but whatever lmaoo. happy first of october !!

#lincolndjarin #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #dieter bravo #dieter x reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo fic

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shoukiko · 3 months

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A small gift for my friend, @octiism <3

Proofread by @puff0o0

A/N: My first time writing about Graves! Please let me know if it's too OOC or if you like it!

"Phil?….Phil! Goddammit, Talk to me!"

You've been in a relationship with your commander for the past 6 months, which you kept a secret until last week. Some didn't take it well, suggesting you're only with him for special treatment, but he knows better.

Phil has been ignoring you for the past 3 days, you have no idea why. Things were going so well between the two of you and it was as if you were back to square one with him.

You stand outside his office constantly knocking, tired of these games. After another 5 minutes of knocking he finally opens the door, he looks…..sad?

You've never seen him so distraught.

"Phil..? Wh-What's.."

"I'm sorry." He cuts you off, looks into your eyes with such sincerity.

"Huh? What's going on, you haven't spoken to me at all in like 3 days?! I thought you hated me!" You snap back, upset, but worried.

"I know, I should not have done that to ya, it was wrong of me, Dove. I was just- just- dammit.." He puts his head in his hands and runs his fingers through his hair before meeting your eyes once again. "You deserve better than me, someone who is able to give you what you want, someone who can-"

You cut him off before he can finish, your tone holds a sense of offense.

"Excuse me? Is that what this is about?" You try to make sense of what he's saying.

Someone better? How could you possibly find someone better than THE Phillip Graves?

"I heard what some of those recruits said-- I know you aren't with me for those reasons, but I can't bear the thought of having all these people speak about you like this." He seems genuinely worried about you, not like usual when he calls you empty headed for bumping your knee or when he tells you he knows you're strong and to shake it off.

He seems scared.

"You don't want that. I know you don't… Phil.. Phil please look at me." Your voice becomes soft and gentle as you place a hand on his scarred cheek, turning him towards you.

"You are who I want, you are who I need in life. Since when do you care what other people say?" You sighed before beginning to rub his cheek with your thumb.

"Phil I love you, you are what I deserve in life and I made a promise to you that I plan to keep." Your thumb begins to caress him.

"It's gonna get harder." He rolls his eyes slightly.

"Gonna have to deal with a lot of bullshit if you're with me."

"I know, but I knew what I was signing up for when I told you I wanted to be with you."

"What did I ever do to deserve you, Darlin'?"

"Just keep bein' you and you'll see soon enough"

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megukins · 1 year

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Naughty Mischief

𓆩♡𓆪 Katsuki x satan's daughter!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: I wrote this trash a while ago so I'm sorry if it's bad. Also you guys are like 18-19 here and you participate in it too so your bf won't be the only one.

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You tease the fuck out of you boyfriend during NNN to see how long he can last before he cracks.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: smut, dubcon, mentions of cum, dry humping, marking, masochism, rough sex, public sex

𓆩♡𓆪 words: 1.9k

You knew what you were doing was tormenting him. Which is why you got a kick out of it. You told your boyfriend about the challenge No Nut November where you go a whole month without cumming or masturbating.

You knew it was a lunch break right now, so it was your chance to send a bold message. You run to the bathroom, pull your shirt down a little to show some cleavage and stick your fingers in your mouth back and forth, sending a "I wish this was your fat cock instead." 😩 You shake with anticipation to await the hot head's reaction. Five minutes passed and still no response.

"The fuck is he doing, taking a shit?" You mumble.

You tap your foot impatient, finally receiving a response after around 10 minutes, which read "Wtf, you didn't even give a warning! Two can play at that game"

You roll your eyes which was typical of him since he's so competitive.

You've been sending your boyfriend daring messages all of yesterday through today, knowing the impact it had on him. He avoided making eye contact with you as it would only make it worse. His friends were worried about him trying to ask him what's up.

"What's the matter, Bakugo? I've noticed you've been avoiding Y/N. Did you two get into a fight or something?" Kirishima asks, Kaminari standing over his desk too to see what's up.

"It's none of your fucking business!" He scowled.

"Typical reaction from him..." Kaminari mumbles.

Mr. Aizawa walks into the class with his usual expression and monotonous tone.

"All right, everyone settle down. We'll be having a training course today, so get your hero gear on."

Everyone rushes to get changed.

You take this time to tease him again, which was perfect. Your outfit was quite revealing, almost more revealing than Momo's since your quirk is demonic powers and you're the daughter of satan.

It didn't help the situation at all. All the boys were staring at you, a few either having nose bleeds or blushing red. You always wore a cloak over your hero costume so they had no idea what you truly looked like underneath. The costume accentuates your curves.

"Whoa, I had no idea Y/N was that sexy without her cloak on." Mineta practically drools.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing wearing something revealing like that!?"

He wraps his arms around you to cover your exposed flesh.

"It's part of my hero costume, Katsu. Is that a problem?"

"Hell yeah it's a problem! Take it off!"

"Mm, what happens if I don't?" You place a finger on your chin.

"Then I'll fucking take it off myself!"

"And let everyone see me naked? I thought only you could see me exposed."

"Enough you two." Aizawa speaks up, you two break apart.

He then explains how today would go and what to expect from you all. Everyone had to split up in pairs. It's 5 groups because the number is uneven, Todoroki, and Momo, Deku, Mineta and Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari, Tokoyami, and Shoji, You and Bakugo, Iida, Tooru, and Ojiro, Tsuyu, Jiro, and Mina, and Sato, Aoyama, and Koda.

You two wander off in the woods somewhere, afraid you're lost.

"Uhh, Katsu? Are we lost? We probably should've stayed close by." You say, receiving no answer.

He shoves you up against a tree, pinning your wrists.

"Now we're alone. Listen here you little shit, I'm tired of your bullshit! It's driving me insane!"

He grips your wrists harder.

"Katsuki stop gripping my wrists so hard! The little messages you gave me made me on edge as well!" You confess, biting your lip hard trying your hardest not to look at his muscular figure.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to ya!" He grabs your chin. "This is all your fucking fault. I've had to endure so many hard ons and couldn't relieve myself because of this damn challenge." He spat.

"You don't have to do it if it's too much for you~" You tease.

You narrow your eyes towards his crotch seeing that he has a boner right now. He cups your left asscheek hard, eliciting a moan from you.

"I should punish you for not covering up, letting them see you like this. That damn nerd got a nosebleed and I saw Icyhot staring too. Shit, even Shitty hair had a nosebleed. I bet you enjoyed the attention being on you." He starts.

His large hand cups your other cheek, activating his quirk. You push your head into his chest to muffle your moans. He lifts your head up, pulling on your tail.

"If I were to just pull on your tail-"

"KATSUUU NOT THE TAIL!" You squeal, beating on his chest.

"So that is one of your weak spots." He gives his signature shit eating grin.

He rubs it up and down slowly.

"S-seriously, stop! What if someone catches us!"

"Then I wouldn't give a fuck. The poor fucker would just have a nice show." He says bluntly.

He continues pulling on it, enjoying the face your making.

"Ka-tsu-ki stoppp..."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll make you cum right now so you can lose this stupid challenge. Be ashame if that were to happen. I mean, it is only the sixth day." You say hoping it works.

"I'm not losing that fucking fast, if anything you are!" He retorts.

"How so?"

"Your sex drive is higher than mine! Your fucking horny every single time you look at me!"

"That's so not true at all!" You fold your arms.

"Oh yeah? Then look at me right now. Go ahead, prove me wrong which you can't, you never can."

He puts his hands on his hips waiting impatiently.

"Uhh I can't because um-"

"Because you proved my point! Every time I'm near Shitty hair and the others you tug on my arm so we can go into the bathroom to either make out or so I can eat you out!"

"What about when you want me to blow you hm?"

"It occurs every once in a while! With you, you always expect me to eat you out which ends up messy then they wanna know what the fuck I was doing all this time." He finally finishes.

"It's not my fault you're so damn fine."

You don't dare look him in the eyes knowing it would boost his already huge ego even more.

"That so?" He smirks, cupping your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him.

Your eyes shut tight not wanting to succumb to him.

"Fine you win! Asshole." You mumble the last part.

"Of course I did. I always win no matter what." He flaunts.

"Give me your hand right quick."

He raises his brow but doesn't question and complied anyway. You make him grab your breasts, tweaking your nipples and start to grind against his crotch, moaning.

"Fuck!" He nearly chokes, letting go of your nipples.

"What's the matter, my 'big' explosive king?" You say in a tone trying to sound innocent yet seductive.

"If you wanna make me cum, you gotta try harder than that, babygirl~"

He pins you against a tree again. He bites your neck hard to leave noticeable hickeys so they know you belong to him and only him. He discards his costume, yours following soon after.

"Katsuki..."

You look at him with lust in your eyes, licking your lips. He smashes his lips against yours, the kiss starting out passionate but soon getting sloppier and spicer. You ruffle your hands through his spiky locks, your tongues doing the salsa.

"I can't handle this shit anymore."

He bends you over, slamming his cock slowly into your asshole while pulling onto your tail. You hiss at the new feeling but then gets used to it.

"Wait Katsu, w-we're doing this right now?" You bite your lip trying not to moan.

"You need to learn your fucking lesson. The only way I can do that is by fucking you since your so horny all the time." He explains, speeding up his thrusts.

He flips you around to face him, placing his hands on your shoulders and rams his fat balls inside your pussy.

"A-ahhh~ do it harder..." You practically drool as your masochist natures starts to kick in.

"Tch, fucking masochist."

"Well you're fucking this masochist." You say back smoothly.

He ignores you, adding more force into his ramming. He rams into you at a more animalistic way, your ass, thighs, and boobs jiggling uncontrollably. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as you felt like you were in heaven.

"Fuckk me faster daddy~" You say desperately, knowing that got him for sure.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you if you fucking call me that again."

He rams faster, sweat dripping all down his face and arms. Your tongue hangs out, you end up moaning his name louder and louder for everyone to hear. You felt he was close, as he tries his hardest to hold it in, but ends up failing and pulls out of you quickly, his cum dripping over your tummy. The sight was too much for you to bare, as you cum right after him, both of you all sweaty and panting hard.

"Looks like we both lost." You chuckle.

"I'll win next year for sure!"

"Good luck with that... Let's hurry and put our clothes back on before someone sees us." You rush to put them on, admiring his nude body.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He says, eventually putting his clothes back on.

"I could say the same thing to you earlier." You roll your eyes.

"Damn I probably should've nutted on your ass instead." He cups both cheeks again, squeezing them roughly.

"Leave my ass alone!" You squeal while puffing up your cheeks.

You two were the last ones to return back to the location Aizawa requested.

"What took you guys so long?" He folds his arms, tapping his finger on his arm.

"We got lost and almost got ambushed!" You blurt out.

"Is that why you were screaming earlier?" Bakugo asks, smirking.

"Yes, it was." You glare at him.

"As long as you guys are back then everything is okay." Deku sighs in relief.

"It's not like anything could happen as long as Bakugo is with her." Iida says, relieved nothing happened to you two.

"What exactly were you two doing?" Tsuyu asks, curious.

"N-nothing at all!" You immediately get flustered at the memory.

"Judging by the stuttering I'd say it was something naughty." Mina smirks, nudging your arm.

You walk up to Bakugo whispering something that would get him riled up.

"Next year I'll go above and beyond, this was just childs play." You whisper to him, seeing how it's still November but it's no point since you both lost on the sixth day.

"Then I'll make sure to have you cum the first day!" He says confidently, everyone staring at him weirdly.

You hide your face in your arms from embarrassment.

"I feel like living under a rock for the rest of my life..." You groan trying to erase the embarrassing vibe you're feeling off.

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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Secrets

Pairing: Soap x f!reader

Author's note: a little bit of angst with Johnny, remember he's loyal to his job before anything else.

"Secrets"

Things with Johnny had been going good. He had come back into your life, settled in there and was attempting to make it permanent. Waking up to his pout, him coming to your work to drop off lunch, lingering by the entrance of your office as he kissed you goodbye, small attempts to remind you he was here.

Johnny had enjoyed it too. He liked waiting for you to come home, make dinner for you, and watch you be you. He enjoyed planning the weekend, taking trips together, being snuggled on the couch with you and your many blankets and decorative pillows all over.

It was a small bubble you two had formed, willing to step on eggshells around one another as not pop it.

Things were going great—

—But there was the lingering tension between you two. As much as you wanted to ignore it and continue being with one another…There had always been this string of commotion between you, the chaos of his world, his reputation that he never talked about with you. You were both at fault, not wanting to crack the safe cocoon of domestic bliss you had been creating with one another.

So when it came to him leaving so suddenly, you cracked the bubble between you two.

“I don’t want you to go.” You had said one morning watching him take the duffle bag out of your closet.

“Dinnae say that to me, yeah? This is my job.”

“This is my job” a bit of “Soap” had come out when he spoke to you. Cold, heartless, and prideful.

It was childish but you pushed harder, for some hope of information.

“How long?”

“Not sure hen, but I’m positive for at least three months.”

Three months.

“Are you going to keep in contact with me?”

He had turned to you, seeing how hurt you were. You were met with his cold gaze, that had softened a bit. Johnny never expected to get hooked on someone so fast. He never expected someone other than his family to worry about him.

“You know I can’t pet,” he said, he had to keep a distance with his home life and work life.

“Johnny” didn’t exist out there, “Soap” did. And you knew nothing about Soap.

“This is unfucking stupid!” You had pulled your hair from your head and went to your living room leaving him alone to pack. In about four days he would be gone, no communication or trace of him for three months.

You put your show on, trying to distract yourself. Mentally repeating to yourself that you would not cry about this. Over a man who didn’t want to open up to you emotionally or be honest with you.

About two episodes in, he had come out, leaning against the wall, staring at you.

Flashbacks of talking to Gaz had flooded his brain. The things he told him after a mission, Gaz had mumbled about,

“You’re falling in love.”

He had brushed off Gaz’s comment. Laughing at him for being so stupid, but also for calling it how it is. How on the nose he was. Gaz was probably one of the only ones on the team who could read through Soap’s bullshit.

Johnny spoke softly, willing to negotiate with you.

"This is all new to me, I'm sorry."

You still didn’t turn, hurt that he wouldn’t open up about his job.

“Come on hen…” he walked over to where you were.

“Cannae have you poking around my job, it’s serious.”

You looked over at him, taken back that he would assume you wanted such a thing.

“All I’m asking for is a phone call, an email would suffice Johnny.”

He felt it in his stomach, he felt it in his heart, but he could not give that to you. Not after Ghost’s past.

“I’ll let you drop me off hen. But you’d got to give me time.”

He was serious again, the base would surely be safe enough for you to know about it, but he could not let anything happen to you because of his job.

It was a small small start.

Four days later it was quiet in the car. The navigation of your phone adding to the dull atmosphere that had settled between you two.

Johnny had been staring out the passenger window, with no attempt to hold your hand or to talk to you. He was nervous. Was it in the best interest even having you know where his base was? It was a different country, but people lurked everywhere. Paranoia had swarmed his thoughts.

He asked you to park further away to where people were actually dropping off family members and friends.

You followed his orders, kind of surprised that his side of him was coming out.

He got out first before you could turn the car off. He had stomped over to the driver's side, opening the door and enveloping you with his hands.

His mouth had found yours, feverishly and hungrily opened it. He had held your face with his hands, tucked it under your hair, and caressed the other side of your face.

“Come on, get out.”

You got out of the car, and he proceeded to kiss you even more, pushing you against the car to show you how much at this moment he had regret not saying goodbye properly last night for not being honest, not being more open about his job, and leaving you behind.

He had pulled away from the kiss, his lips lingering on yours, his hand rubbing your chin.

“You know I’m sorry right?” He whispered. You nodded silently.

“This is as far as you can come.”

He looked down at your eyes, placing soft kisses on your lips.

“I think I love you, hen and I’m sorry.”

He didn’t let you speak, he didn’t really care if you said it back right now. He grabbed his bag from the backseat and walked up to the base, not looking back.

You had been out with friends grabbing a coffee. You watched the milk swirl into your second cup, trying to focus on the conversation. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

Your phone rang in your bag from an unknown number. You didn’t have the chance to answer it or wonder who it was, due to a blocked number.

Johnny grabbed the hour of leisure to lock himself up in his office. He grabbed the phone he had been supplied, blocking his number so that you wouldn’t be tempted to call or text the phone number. He entered your phone number memorized in his head, then hesitated pressing the call button.

It rang and rang, no answer. Your voicemail had greeted him;

“sorry I can’t come to the phone, but leave a name and number and I can call you right back! Byeeeeee!”

He smiled at your voicemail, realizing he’s never heard it before.

“Hiya pet. It’s me, but you won’t be able to call me back. Thought I’d surprise ya, but guess I got ya at the wrong time. Miss and love you, see ya in about a month.”

He drummed his fingers on the desk, then decided against trying you again. He deleted the number from its history and locked the phone up in the desk. He had about a month left and everything was going bad. Everything was being resorted to plan B, C, and D. He just hoped that for one hour of his job he could hear about you for a change.

He dragged himself up again, ready to finish the mission.

The month passed by and you had filled your car with balloons you had blown up yourself. You got the snacks he enjoyed, and filled a small cooler with the chocolate milk he drank. You had taken the initiative to go pick him up. You had just hoped that he would be arriving exactly a month after you had received the voicemail.

How annoyed you were with yourself for going to the bathroom to cry, when seconds before he could reach out to you. You swear it was like you two communicated through telepathy.

To your surprise, and true to his word, by the time you pulled up to the parking spot there were other people waiting as well.

Nerves struck your stomach and you began to fidget. You were crossing a boundary here.

You had waited about half an hour before you saw him, walking side by side with someone else.

The other man – had his height, a serious face, and curls on his head. The man had eyed you down, recognizing you, but didn’t say a word. He gently nudged Johnny, poking his head towards you. You had started to fidget with your knuckles.

Because at that moment, there was no relief to see you. You were embraced with confusion, like his brain had tried to piece together why you were here, and his face never dropped the confused look and it erupted into looking furious. He walked towards you.

“Why are you here?”

You had become disoriented, wounded by how he was speaking to you.

“Go in the car, i’ll be with you in about five minutes.”

He couldn’t believe what was happening. He needed to take a few minutes to calm down so that he didn't explode.

You couldn’t believe what was going on. Was the voicemail you had received for someone else? Did he not mean what he said? You got in the driver's seat and turned the car on, chewing on your lip to evade any tears piercing your eyes.

He had gotten into the car without a word. He didn’t even realize the small balloons everywhere, or the effort you had put into throwing small confetti in your car. Just stayed quiet, still in the passenger seat.

By the time you merged onto the freeway, you decide to take the first exit. You weren’t going to continue in silence.

Swerving into a pharmacy parking lot and setting the car in park, you turned to him,

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Do you just plan on ignoring me the entire ride? You could’ve easily taken the ride with your friend.”

He had continued watching outside the window, his mouth being bumped by his hand.

“Can you at least fucking look at me?”

He turned to you slowly, still serious as ever.

“Nobody asked ya to come get me.”

You were livid. You had been just playing house with this asshole a couple months ago.

“Look i’m sorry I crossed a boundary here, but I thought this meant I could come see you, you practically gave me the location!”

Soap kicked himself mentally for this. Yes, he did give the location to the military base he left from. But he never called you to come get him. He knew he was being an asshole but there was so much to him that he did not want to reveal, and Gaz being the first to see you was already strike one.

“Hen, if I didn’t give you permission to come get me, please don’t do it.” He grabbed your face, pleading with his eyes.

“Look, I know I was a proper bampot back there, but you can’t surprise me like this.”

“You know you’re such an asshole, you still climbed into the car with me knowing that — actually just forget it I’m sorry I even came.”

You were hurt. It seemed like he could do everything in the relationship except show any sort of emotional reciprocation towards you. He didn’t even give you a good explanation as to why.

You drove home in silence.

You had arrived back to your apartment, locking yourself in your room. Johnny had gone to take a shower. Tears that had been lingering for three months came out. You sobbed and cried into your pillow, upset that you had been given someone so special as Johnny, but clearly with no room to be available to you.

He had knocked on the door, before realizing it was locked. He unlocked it with some hair clip laying around, then came in.

“Can we please talk?”

“Don’t ignore me hen, come on” He creeped up behind you in bed, whispering i’m sorry to your neck and back, cradling you and hoping he didn’t fuck this up.

You turned to your side, feeling the regret of the decision you came up with.

“I don’t think I can be with you Johnny,”

There’s a sharp pain that drops in his stomach.

“Come on, don't say that.”

“I.. I don't think you want a relationship, because this isn’t what a relationship is.”

He stands up now, clenching one of his fists, because he’s stupid, he’s overreacted, he does want this.

“Hen, please, I –I'll give you more. We were on a mission in Africa and –”

“It’s not fair Johnny, it’s not even you ignoring me, but shoving me aside that’s not how it works.”

He had got down on his knees, grabbing your hands in his.

“I told you to give me some time hen, I don’t want you to …”

He had replayed several instances like this late at night wondering what you would think of him once he did tell you about his job. What he did.

“Can you just sleep on the couch tonight? I want some space.”

And Johnny obeyed, a dull pain surrounded his body because he was willing to spill the secrets he kept safe just to have you by his side.

#john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap x reader #soap x y/n #johnny mactavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mw2

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miliwritesnow · 11 months

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I'd like to imagine that Bakugou doesn't ask people out on dates, and it's more just like there's a circumstance/annoyance that leads him to hang out with someone more often.

I wrote an example of this, where the person in question happens to be a hero whose really good at martial arts and has a quirk that can reshape metal into weapons.

This is somewhat of a continuation of my previous scenario if you guys are curious! You can find it in my blog thingy!

Bakugou Inadevertently Agreeing to Weekly Dates

"Old hair. Fight me.” She raises a brow at the suggestion, metal arms to her hips.

“Bakugou. You don’t need to fight me. You know how this is going to end. I’m not better than you—I’m not even close.” she sighs.

Bakugou doesn't take that as an excuse. Without a warning, He lunges with a steady right hook, armed with the force of a minor explosion. He sees her eyes widen as she instinctively, with a familiar gracefulness, steps aside—but it doesn't end there. In one fluid movement, he grabs his arm and grounds him with the force of his momentum.

It was a small, effective movement. Bakugou curses when he feels himself falling. On the ground, He feels the pressure of her grip on my wrist and feels her pull to strain the muscles in his shoulders.

She lets go and lets him try again. Bakugou lifts his leg in the air to kick her side with a trail of explosions. She lifts an arm, grabbing the leg and pulling it forward and upward in one swift movement. Again, his back slams to the ground when he loses balance.

What the fuck.

His opponent raises a brow, not quite conceiving why he felt the urge to fight so suddenly.

“What are you doing?” a tone that only aggravated Bakugou's annoyance.

He pops up from the ground and tries a third time, picking up the pace of punches with even larger explosions. A left jab. A right hook. An uppercut. Bakugou sees the growing panic in her eyes as she tries to keep up. He tests her, slowly cranking up the power in his quirk.

During the exchange, he realizes a sharp pain in his arm every time she blocks a hit, and after a while, Bakugou notices that she’s not blocking. In fact, her blocks were just attacks that happened to defend, and the harder he goes, the more painful the counters seem to be. She was hitting back, and it was hurting him way more than it hurt her because of those damn metal arms. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of the beauty he saw before. It was the way that she moved and her steady resolve to face him. It made his heart skip a beat.

She catches his wrist in her metal hands, squeezing firmly. Bakugou takes another arm, retaliating with a large explosion, but she expertly blocks the attack with her quirk, creating a thin shield between her and the explosion. She pulled the arm she grabbed, wrapping it around his back with the momentum of his punch. A swift kick to the knee, and Bakugou is on the ground again. Her knee presses against his back as she pulls his arm to apply pressure. Bakugou can’t move.

“What are you trying to prove?” she says calmly. “I can't beat you if you go any faster than this."

"I wasn't done yet hag! How are you so damn strong?! You barely even used your fucking quirk!" Bakugou scowled.

We was annoyed. He wasn't done testing her limits. Bakugou knew that she could have gone faster than that. There's no way that a small skirmish was more than she can handle. That's bullshit. Bakugou didn't even hit her yet.

"Bakugou. You know better than anyone that you're stronger than me. Let's put this to rest. I'm not better than you." she argues, exasperated. Truthfully, she had just gotten back from work and was exhausted. She didn't really know where he was pulling all this energy from, considering he was also there, fighting villains with her, not even an hour ago.

Throughout the conversation, Bakugou was starting to get pissed off, not just because he wasnt satisfied with his fight, but because his face was still in the fucking ground.

"GET OFF ME DAMMIT!" Bakugou roared.

"Only if you promise to stop whatever fighting thing you were trying to pull," she states simply.

"And what if I don't?" He growls.

"Then at least fight me on my terms. You and me, no quirk. I don't want anything to get destroyed. We're in my neighborhood."

Not use his quirk? Is she crazy?

"Hell no!" she gives it a thought.

"You're right… That's hardly fair. You don't beat me like that…" she mutters, but with her practically on top of him, Bakugou hears her anyway. He narrow his eyes.

"You think I can't beat you without my quirk?"

"No. You don't have a chance," she says, a little too quickly. "That's your whole strength. You've mastered your quirk to the point where it's like breathing, and I've mastered my body the same way you mastered your quirk. It's like disarming you when I'm fully armed. It's hardly a fair fight." Anger bubbled inside of Bakugou's stomach.

"No," he growls.

"No?" she repeats back, confused.

"I'll fucking beat you without my quirk, you old hag!"

She pauses. Bakugou could practically feel the little gears turning in that pretty little head of hers. He hears a sigh, and she loosens her grip, stepping away from him. She brings an arm up, motioning at Bakugou to try again. He takes the invitation with a devilish grin, dashing forward. True to his word, Bakugou doesn't use his quirk, hitting her with the full force of his own body.

But it wasn’t as easy as it all seemed. In the hour they fought, Bakugou ended up on the ground within seconds of getting up. He was flipped and held in every conceivable position, and every time he seemed to gain a grasp of how she fought, she’d flip the switch from her repetoire of moves, and suddenly, Bakugou is back to where he started.

She did all of that barely moving at all. Bakugou was working his ass off to land a fucking hit, and she was barely breaking a sweat. It fucking pissed him off.

“You don’t beat me without your quirk Bakugou. I’ve been doing this since I was six,” His opponent sighs again.

Bakugou scoffs in irritation, but he had no choice but to agree with her.

She moved like she’s been fighting ever since you left the womb, that combat freak. He remembered now why as a hero, she was deemed the best hand-to-hand combat fighter in Japan. They said she could beat fifty percent of the villains without her quirk, but having experienced it first hand, he'd fucking bet that number is closer to seventy with how many low-quality D-listers have been popping up lately. Bakugou never paid attention to shit like that but fucking hell, how could he have just realized how ridiculously strong she was?

“I’ll beat you without my quirk, hag!” she chuckles. Bakugou couldn't resist letting out one last line in defiance.

“Even if I were to teach you now, no matter how fast you learn, will you really be able to catch up to more than a decade’s worth of training?”

Was that a challenge?

“Watch me,” Bakugou feels the corners of his lips lift up to a smirk. He meets her in the eyes smugly.

She blinks in confusion at his confidence, but that only widens the smirk on Bakugou's face to a lopsided grin.

She smiles, almost failing to hold in a laugh at the ridiculous face he was making. In that brief second, Bakugou's eyes linger on her lips and the way it creases slightly upwards. An unknown feeling stirs in his stomach. She rests her cool metal hand on his shoulder, smiling wider.

"If you're up to commute to Saitama every week, I always train outside my place when I'm off at around seven in the evening on Thursdays. You can bother me then."

She walks past, and the hand leaves his shoulder, leaving a void in its wake. Bakugou stared at her retreating form and scoffed, trying to shake off the unfamiliar feeling.

"I'll be there, hag."

What'd yall think? I'd love to hear about your thoughts below!

#bakugou imagine #bakugou scenarios #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugo scenarios #mha bakugou #mha #bnha #my hero academia #bakugo #bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #bakugo imagine #mha bakugo

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the1975attheirverybest · 8 months

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Hi lovely just been checking up with your blog and earlier you asked about the ideas for one little scene moments ( btw I loved the one you posted, what I love about your writing is how detailed you are I can see that and feel it in my head love you so much for that seriously ) so I love angst (i'm sorry ) so wanted to send you this. Girl/reader is being done with Matty's unwillingness to understand her pov during a fight and is out of words, gives up and agrees with him without any emotions and this is where it hits him. He then tries to show her he does get it which is hard bc she gave up. i Hope it makes sense sorry that might be a complicated

Omg this is so so so sweettt???? 🥹💗💗💗 and it makes me happy to hear that cuz I often feel like I’m better at writing dialogue than I am at scene-setting, plot, emotions, etc. and it bugs me sometimes hahaha. So this means a lot to me for real 💗💗

anyways, I THINK, I know what you mean. Let me know if this is not it. I’ll be happy to give it a second shot.

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“I just don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect my girlfriend to be on my fuckin side.” Matty huffed, the heat of the argument making his skin feel too warm for him. He looked down at the marble of kitchen island as he sat at the barstool, pushing his half empty cigarette packet around with his finger, and watching it slide from one side to the other. his knees began to bounce as soon as he sat down, the nervous energy flowing through him, but he did his best to avoid looking into her eyes.

“I’m just pointing out that irony has its limits. I’m not saying abandon the entire show-“

“No, not at all. but you ARE saying you wouldn’t enjoy seeing it.” His lips moved before his brain could think, still addressing the sliding cigarette packet, he spoke with a clenched jaw. “‘So, how’s the new tour Matty? Seen the reviews, it looks great!’ ‘Yeah, yeah, thanks, mate. My girlfriend hates it, but hey, at least Rolling Stone thought it was alright.’” She shook her head in disbelief, walking around the kitchen island and towards the fridge to pour herself a glass of water.

“I am, and always will be, you’re biggest fan and you know it.” She grabbed an empty glass off the dish rack, pulling the fridge door open with her free hand.

“Didn’t sound like a fan when Brad asked you what you thought. Sounded like a- a- Twitter troll.”

in the silence, Matty could hear the gulping sound of the water pouring down her throat. She set the now empty glass of water on the marble counter, inches away from his cigarette packet.

In a calmer, more composed tone, she restated the point that she felt she’d been making all day. “I merely pointed out that, as it stands right now, the show feels like it’s more of the same thing. And that if your goal is change, evolution, a female perspective on this whole question of masculinity wouldn’t hurt”

“But that’s the fuckin point!” Finally, the frustration feeling bigger and stronger than his body, Matty stood up, sighing loudly and pulling at his own hair. “To take the thing to his absurdist limit such that it becomes a parody of itself. Besides I refuse to participate in the false dichotomy of male versus female. To fix one you must become more like the other? What kind of bullshit artist do you think I am?”

He finally picked up the cigarette packet and lit one, taking a drag that forced him to stop and breathe in for a moment.

her lips parted, instantly, ready for the rebuttal. Ready to explain to him, for the hundredth time in the past hour, that she wasn’t suggesting what he thinks. That she wanted him to try harder to practice all the things that he theorizes. To ask himself what he’d feel if he were to be vulnerable, without the safety net of a joke, or an act, to fall back on. But as she prepared her next argument, running through her thoughts before she spoke them, the feeling of defeat overwhelmed her. She’s been at this a while. Trying to explain what she meant in different ways. Some gentler, more indirect, leaving it up to Matty to draw his own conclusions, others louder, more blunt, unequivocally disagreeing with him. But Matty was so trapped in his own vision to step outside of himself and entertain an alternative. She took a deep breath, squeezing her lips shut. Then, she exhaled, looking at Matty as his fingers nervously tapped against the marble surface. “okay.” She said simply. “I get it.”

Matty blew the smoke up towards the ceiling. “I’m just saying” he spoke authoritatively, like a lecturer clarifying complex concepts to a room full of novice students. “I know what I’m doing. And I wish I could the sense that you believed in this thing as much as I do.” He finally turned to meet her eyes.

“I do. I believe in it.”

“I trust the audience. They’ll get it. I don’t think they’ll think it’s the same show all over again.” He was doubling down, but the more he spoke, the more he seemed to doubt his own words.

“yeah, you’re right. I think they’ll get it.”

she walked in a semi-circle, around Matty’s body, retrieving her empty glass. It still held on to some of the coolness from the water that had left it. She set the glass down in the sink, turning on her heels and walking out of the kitchen without sparing him a second glance.

she felt foolish that this had even turned into an argument. She was certain that normal couple had communication issues, or argued about whose family they should spend the holidays with or whose turn it is to do certain chores, not, the limits of irony is performance art or Matty’s fear of and simultaneous desire for sincere self expression. The thing is, she knew that to their relationship, this is a communication issue. It was important to Matty that she be a fan of his artistic choices because his work is who he is. She often looked at what he did and saw him. Saw the way his mind works, how he feels about important parts of his life, what he’s proud of, what he’s afraid of, what he loves or hates, what he wants to change. She got to know him this way. To her, his inability to concede to her judgment wasn’t just a difference in aesthetic theory, it was an unwillingness to relinquish control over the argument. He wasn’t even trying to put himself in her shoes and see things her way. he felt attacked by her criticism of something that came directly from the depths of his mind and heart, and his response what to push back. She’s been lost in thought, so she had no idea when Matty had appeared in the living room doorway. His head cocked to the side, his gaze downcast. “Do- do you really think there isn’t enough honesty in the new show?” His tone was inquisitive now rather than accusatory. hesitantly, he walked towards her on the couch, one step at a time.

“the shows fine, Matty.” She looked right through him, at the wall behind him.

“it’s important to me that you like it.”

“I do. I like it.”

matty clicked his tongue. “Please, don’t be like that.”

She looked directly into his eyes, this time, and he could see her anger. “Like what, Matty? Supportive! I thought that’s all you wanted from your girlfriend. Well, here I am. Being supportive.”

He stopped inches away from her, dropping to his knees and hopping to be at eye level with her waist. He placed his hands into her lap, palms down, gripping the tops of her legs desperately. “I want- I need to - need you to be proud of me.” He rested his head against her knees, begging for physical intimacy to bridge the emotional gap that had formed like a chasm between them.

reluctantly, her hands found their way to his hair, caressing it lightly, a sign of compromise. Meeting in the middle. “I do want you to be supportive.” He spoke into her legs. “I’m being supportive. I’ll be supportive.”

He shook his head, his curls moving around her fingers. “No, not like that. I think- I think you were being supportive before. By pushing me to be better. I don’t want a cheerleader, I want you.” hid hand reached over his head and grabbed her wrist. “I love when you argue with me. Please never stop arguing with me.” Pulling his head off of her, he leaned over and kissed her hands. “Please promise me?”

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scarletsaphire · 5 months

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26 gray ghost AT YOUR SERVICE o7

you're the best thank you

26 - Kisses while giggling

Send me a number and a ship and I'll write a snippet!

Valerie climbed up on top of the dumpster, grabbing hold of the ledge of the roof, and pulled herself up. It was easier than it had been a few months before, but practice would do that to you. She made her way to the center of the roof until she arrived at the only clean spot. Danny was already sitting there, waiting for her, his soft glow only visible from up here.

She took the seat next to him and pulled the bag out of her backpack, setting it in front of him. "I believe that will cover it," she said.

Danny opened the bag, scanning through the contents. As if she didn't know his order by heart. "Everything is accounted for," he said. He grabbed a couple of french fries and tossed them into his mouth. "You're good to go whenever you need," he said, his mouth still full.

"I'm going to wait for you to finish at least," Valerie replied. "It's only fair."

"You don't have to," he said. "Our deal is complete. No need to waste any more of your time hanging around this dump."

Valerie laughed. Dump was a nice way of describing the Nasty Burger, in her opinion, but she did work there, so it probably wasn't a fair comparison. "You're the one who keeps getting food here."

"Maybe its because I want to keep seeing you around."

Valerie rolled her eyes. "We can meet wherever you want to meet. You have my number."

"Yeah," Danny said with a dopey smile. "I do."

"You could stand to use it more," Valerie remarked. "You sent me what, three texts in as many days?"

"It's not my fault I was stuck in the ghost zone the whole time! Be glad I got you that many."

"Yeah, yeah, but you're the one who got arrested."

Danny angrily took another bite of fries. "Walker's rules are bullshit and we both know it."

"I'm not saying their not," Valerie said. "I'm saying you shouldn't have gotten caught."

"I said I was sorry!" Danny complained.

"And I said that I forgive you!" Valerie said with a laugh. "And I do." She leaned over and kissed him, scrunching up her nose at the fry grease on his lips. She wiped it away quickly.

"I don't know, that didn't look like you forgave me," Danny said, setting the bag down to the side.

Valerie narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean?"

"You wiped away the kiss!" Danny protested. "Obviously that means I'm not forgiven."

"No, you just taste like french fries," Valerie argued. Danny didn't listen to her. He rolled over on top of her, pinning her down, and started to try and kiss her face. Lucky, Valerie had managed to keep her hands unpinned to fend him off.

"Acshept my love," he said through her fingers.

"No!" she protested, laughing the whole time. "My hands are already covered in grease from working with the stuff, I don't need it on my face too."

She knew that was a bad thing to say before she even finished saying it. Danny licked her hand before she could pull it away. "Doesn't take like fries to me," he said with a grin. "Still tastes good though."

"You are the worst," Valerie said, wiping his spit on her suit.

"Maybe," Danny agreed. "But I do win."

Valerie couldn't bring her hand up fast enough to block his next kiss attack, and when he got one in, he got more, planting them all over her cheeks, her lips, her nose, and her forehead. Even when she turned her head to try and escape, he started kissing her ear, her jaw, and her neck instead. He only stopped once she managed to push her arms back between them, a much harder feat with them both giggling as much as they were.

When she finally did manage to push him off of her, her first move was to, once again, try and get the grease off of her face. The good news was it had mostly come off during the first couple kisses, so she only needed to focus on wiping off her nose and one cheek. "Weren't you supposed to be patrolling? That was the whole point of the bribe."

Danny nodded. "Yeah, but the blob ghost round up can wait a couple more minutes. You're more important."

Valerie didn't have anything to throw at him, otherwise she would've. "Go get to work," she said with a laugh.

Danny gave a lazy salute. "Whatever you say babe." He disappeared, the fast food bag disappearing with him.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #ask game #gray ghost #i started the scene fully intending to fill the brief #but they didnt want to be serious they just wanted to have silly good time.#so this is what it is instead.

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captainofthedauntless · 1 year

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Leadership Skills

Bayverse Leonardo x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Leo handles stress poorly. And emotional vulnerability. And apologies- basically, he's doing his best, and he's lucky Reader is so patient. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader, but they are described as shorter than Leo. Friends-to-lovers type beat, with some bullshit as the catalyst. Set a few years after OOTS.

Commentary: Leo's kinda shitty with his emotions. This is mostly me trying to figure out how the fuck to write him. Written with Into You by Ariana Grande on in the background.

Your phone buzzed, and you knew who it was before you even looked.

You weren't sure if you were glad to be right, to see "Fearless" pop up in your notifications.

Can I call?

A small part of you wanted to say no. An even smaller part, angry and defensive and petty, wanted to tell him to fuck off.

Give me five minutes. Busy rn.

All but instantly, he sent back a thumbs up emoji. You leaned back in your chair, pushing your food towards the center of your small kitchen table and away from you, suddenly no longer hungry.

Five minutes didn't feel like enough time to gather yourself, but you also didn't see any point in putting it off. Under all of your leftover anger and hurt, you could remember the look on his face when you'd left the lair the night before- he probably wasn't any better off than you were.

He cared about you. You knew that. And he'd upset you and you knew he knew that- it wasn't like you'd been subtle- and knowing him, he was probably kicking himself harder than he really deserved.

Donnie had mentioned this exact behavior to you a while back; this tendency of Leonardo's to become overly critical under stress, to lash out and snap at people and say things he didn't really mean. It had been at Raph, then, pushing his buttons into a fight that let both of them blow off steam and get back to some semblance of normal.

With you, it was different.

It had been hours of frustration for everyone, poring over data from a string of robberies to try and find any sort of connection while Donnie ran some sort of cross-referencing software to double check your findings. Leo had been snippy with all of you; clipped answers, cold tones, and an abandonment of the basic manners that were his constant.

You'd slipped away to the kitchen on a drink run for the group, and he'd joined you a few moments later, visibly exhausted and tense.

"You holding up alright?"

He'd laughed, a bitter, empty thing, reaching past you for a container of leftovers. "Just peachy."

"I've got to stand here anyway," You had said quietly, nodding at the brewing coffee pot. "Captive audience, if you want it."

He'd looked at you, jaw working as he weighed his options for a beat, two, before he'd sighed and absolutely deflated. "I know I'm missing something."

"In the case?"

Leo had nodded. "I know there's a connection. It's- it's like it's staring me in the face, and I just can't see it."

You'd hummed quietly. "Yeah. It's a good thing we have so many eyes on this, because it's definitely a puzzle."

"Yeah," He'd grumbled, "Lot of good that's doing us."

"Hey," You'd chided. "They're doing their best, Leo."

"Well, maybe their best isn't good enough."

You'd shifted, pushing off the counter you'd been leaning on and crossing your arms. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"We should be done with this already. I shouldn't be chasing everyone around to get answers."

"You just said you weren't finding any, either."

"Whatever. I shouldn't have said anything."

"You didn't need to. You've made your disapproval crystal clear."

"And yet, nothing's changed."

"So, what, you want Don to magically find the solution you can't manage to come up with?" You asked incredulously, waving at the door. "I know you're angry, Leo, but taking it out on us-"

"I don't need you to tell me how to lead my team," He'd said sharply, the tension back in his shoulders. "I'm doing fine alone."

"I'm not trying to tell you how to lead," You'd shot back. "I'm only trying to get you to-"

"If you don't like how I'm handling this, maybe you should just leave."

You had blinked at him, an offended "Excuse me?" leaving you.

He hadn't even had the decency to falter. "You heard me."

So you had. You'd marched right out of the kitchen, right past his grimacing face, stopping briefly to grab your bag from by Don's computers.

"Woah, you alright?" He'd asked, watching you angrily collect your things.

"Just peachy," You'd hissed, pausing briefly to collect yourself- and put the venom back where it belonged, away from the innocent turtle in front of you, because you were not about to be a hypocrite- before continuing in a much softer tone. "I'm heading out. Let me know if you find anything, yeah?"

"Ye- yeah, yeah. Of course. Uh, thanks for your help."

You'd nodded curtly. "I'll let you know when I get home. Coffee's almost done."

His eyes had widened slightly, darting quickly to the kitchen and then back to you. You had been able to see the question on his face- your "home safe" texts went to Leo, they always did, so letting Donnie know was an odd move- but to your immense relief, he didn't verbalize it. "Alright," He'd said instead, "Travel safe."

Your phone rang almost exactly five minutes after the thumbs up, like he'd been watching the clock.

It almost made you laugh.

Instead, you took a deep breath and answered, voice flat. "Hey."

"Hey," Leo said, voice heavy and tired even through the distortion of the phone. "How are you?"

"Depends on why you're calling," You answered dryly, finger tracing the edge of your table.

He sighed quietly, and you could picture the eye rub that followed as clearly as if he was in front of you. "To, uh, to apologize."

"For?"

"The way I spoke to you in the kitchen. And the- the way I spoke to all of you last night, but- but especially you. You were trying to help and I treated you like shit."

"True."

"And you were right."

"Also true."

"And... I probably should have planned this better, I just- I'm sorry."

You hummed in acknowledgement, not ready to accept his apology, but also not wanting to make him feel worse.

He was quiet for a moment. "Don probably told you, already, but we found something. The suspect for the robbery on 18th has an uncle that runs with the Purple Dragons."

"He did. Think it's important?"

"I think it's the best lead we have. And I think you were right about the chemicals being the key to this whole thing. He- Donnie- says they could be pretty dangerous if they get combined with a few other key ingredients. We're gonna stake out a few Dragons locations, see if there's any movement."

"Tonight?" You asked.

"That's the plan."

You hummed thoughtfully, weighing his apology. Weighing how much you'd actually missed him in less than a day (which, you realized begrudgingly, was a lot).

Yeah, he was an asshole, but he was trying. An olive branch in return would be okay, right?

"Text me when you get home?" You asked quietly.

Leo let out a small huff of laughter, one you knew to be a sign of relief, and it was enough to replace your stubborn frown with the start of a smile. "Yeah. I can do that."

You sat quietly, listening to the sound of something moving on the other end of the call. You wondered what it was; it sounded like paper, or plastic of some kind.

Your unspoken question was answered a few moments later by the sound of a whistling kettle, signaling tea time.

"I'll let you go deal with that," You said.

"Yeah," He mumbled, almost sounding reluctant. "I probably should."

"We'll talk later, yeah?"

"Yeah," He said quickly, as though worried you'd rescind the offer if he waited. "Sounds good."

"Play it safe tonight."

"I- we will."

"See you, Leo."

"See you."

You hadn't expected to literally see him, but a few hours later, you got another text asking if he could stop by on the way home from their stakeout.

You said yes.

He knocked on your window not even five minutes later, a soft, measured rhythm you knew like your own heartbeat. You opened the window, pushing the curtains aside to let his broad figure slip through with a tired, tentative smile, and drew them shut again behind him.

"Hey," He said quietly, something raspy in his voice. "I'm sorry to drop by so late, I just..."

You leaned against the windowframe, watching him falter and trail off and meet your eyes for the first time since he arrived. "Probably should've planned this better?" You teased gently, repeating his comment from the phonecall.

Leo huffed a laugh, hanging his head and rubbing the back of his neck roughly. "Definitely should've."

You took pity on him, leading the conversation back to something solid and matter-of-fact instead of whatever he was flustered about. "The job go okay?"

"Yeah," He said, immediately loosening. "Yeah, Raph and Mikey spotted a truck at their location. Got the plate, saw it heading out of the city- Don's gonna do some digging, see if it's connected to anyone with any history with biology or chemistry. He thinks the Dragons are creating some kind of weapon."

"Sounds like some deep shit," You said bluntly, making him chuckle.

"Agreed."

"Good thing New York's got you guys to look out for us."

You'd said it lightheartedly, almost affectionately, but it made him grimace.

"What?"

"I just-" He cut himself off, pausing to take a quick breath before turning to look you in the eyes, shoulders squared and head held high. Textbook "hiding behind leadership" Leo behavior, not that you'd call him on it. (Even if you kind of- really- wanted to.) "You're an important part of this team. We need you, and I never should have dismissed your concerns. Or you."

Interesting. "Important part of the team, huh?"

"And, uh, of other things."

You'd known him for years. You knew when he was being evasive. You knew when he was holding something back.

Usually, you'd wait. He'd come to you when he was ready.

Today, your patience was a little thin.

"Other things?" You questioned, holding his gaze.

He said your name, carefully neutral, but his eyes gave him away- as always.

Fearless was nervous.

"No, no, you said it," You responded firmly, lips just barely tilting up into a smile. "I want to know what you meant."

Leo shook his head, looking away from you and being the very picture of exasperation.

"Don made it clear that you're a critical part of our group dynamic-"

As much as the mental image of Donatello giving him hell on your behalf was hilarious, there was something else going on, too. You really needed him to get to the point before that dangerous spark of hope in your chest caught fire.

"Leonardo."

"You're important to me!" He blurted, whirling back to face you before quickly softening his tone. "You're important to me."

"And that was that painful to admit?"

"No. Yes. I-" He groaned, running a hand down his face, and you bit back a laugh. "I-" He sighed, bright blue eyes finding the floor, before finally, quietly, "I don't mean as a friend."

You could feel your heart bouncing off your ribs, going about mach 3. "Like an advisor, then," You quip breathlessly.

He snorts. "Yeah. Like an advisor."

"Anything, uh, else?"

He studies you, not moving. "That... depends."

"On?"

"Like I said, you're important," He says carefully. "I don't want to ruin that. Especially not after... last night."

"I think you're going to need to work pretty hard to ruin this."

"I hear I've got-" He did little air quotes- "'A talent for being a fucking asshole,' so it might not take as much work as you think."

You couldn't help it- you snorted. "Was that a Donatello verbatim?"

"No comment."

"Well," You said with a smile, "Why don't we see what happens, huh?"

"Because-"

"Leonardo," You interrupt. "If you don't tell me, I might start to draw conclusions of my own."

"Blackmail. Classy."

"Evasion," You counter quickly with a snarky nod of your head, "Real brave."

He sighs, squinting at the ceiling for a beat. "This really isn't how I pictured doing this."

"Such is life."

Leo smiles, a weak little thing, before he brings his eyes back to yours and takes a deep breath. He says your name, soft enough to send your heart into acrobatics. "I have feelings for you. Deep, deep feelings, that seem to get deeper every time I talk to you, and I'm starting to feel like I'm going to drown in them, and I can't even bring myself to be upset about it."

Well, shit.

How the fuck do I respond to that? You wonder, staring at his sky blue eyes.

Increasingly nervous sky blue eyes.

Fuck it.

"Same," You breath simply. You nod once, twice, wetting your lips. "Yeah. I'm- the only thing you ruined was my chance of being coherent."

Leo's face slowly split into a grin, and a small chuckle escaped him. "I can live with that."

"You're going to have to. Damn," You mutter, smiling broadly. "Yeah, same. I- I have feelings for you, too. Deep as hell."

"Would you let me take you out on a date?"

You cocked a brow playfully, grin never faltering. "Are you telling me you already have a plan, mister?"

"I will very soon. This... was not how I expected my evening to go," He admitted sheepishly, taking a slow step towards you. "But I'll figure it out."

"I never doubted you," You said fondly, matching his step and meeting him in the middle. "Yes, Leo, I'd love to go out with you."

He smiled again- beamed, really, the kind of smile that dazzles you and threatens to melt you right down to the floor- and the little space between you was enough to make your head spin.

As though he read your mind and took it as a challenge, Leo leaned down slightly, eyes darting to your mouth before returning to your eyes.

"You sure you didn't plan all this out?" You muttered, tilting your head up in invitation.

"No plan," He said softly, bringing one hand to rest tentatively on your hip. "Sorry."

You hummed, reaching up to play with one tail of his mask. "The great Leonardo, master of both plans and improv. Impressive."

"Y'know, some people say the key to good improv is a good partner."

You giggled, you honest to god giggled, and you found you couldn't even bring yourself to be upset about it.

Funny how that happened.

He cleared his throat gently, gaze holding your own, nerves visible again. It was adorable, really. "I... just to be clear, may I kiss you?"

"At this point, I'll be a little offended it you don't."

Leo chuckled again, and he was close enough that you could feel it through his chest and the air against your skin, and despite all of your quips and want you found yourself frozen, waiting.

Luckily, he didn't leave you waiting long.

His lips met yours.

Your eyes slid shut and your grip on his mask tightened and you melted, gently pressing yourself into his space as his second hand found your hip.

It was sweet, and soft, and tentative. It was a little clumsy. His neck was so tense that you worried briefly that he might strain something.

And it was perfect.

When he pulled back a few moments later, it wasn't far. Only enough to meet your eyes, smile shyly, and bring a hand up to brush against your cheek.

"I have a plan," He said quietly, warm voice barely enough to bring your mind out of the warm-fuzzy cloud he'd put it in.

"Yeah?"

"After all of this Dragons stuff is out of the way, I'd like to do a movie night. I'll bring snacks, and we watch the one you mentioned the other day about the murder. Just us."

You pressed your lips back to his for a moment. "I'd like that."

Before he could respond, his radio buzzed, making both of you jump.

The disgust on his face was enough to make you laugh.

"Yeah?" He sighed, answering.

"I've got a hit on the truck," Donatello's distorted voice said. "If we hurry, we can make it to the warehouse I suspect it went to and be back by sunrise."

Leonardo hesitated, gaze flickering from the radio to you and back.

You stepped in. "The sooner this is over, the sooner you can get back to me safely and we can have movie night."

It earned you a conflicted look- somewhere between gratitude and remorse. You decided to focus on the former.

"Alright, Don, I'll be right down. Get the others ready to roll."

"Will do."

Leo sighed, hand falling from the radio. "I'll text you when I get home."

"Please." You stepped back reluctantly. "Be safe, yeah?"

"We'll play it smart," He assured you. "Get some rest."

"Sure," You said noncommittally. He raised a brow, but said nothing as he slid your window open. "And Leo?"

"Yes?"

"Thank Don for me."

He laughed, and disappeared into the night.

A week later, you were leaning into his shoulder on your couch. Unbeknownst to you, his attention was wholly on the feeling of your cheek on his skin instead of the movie.

He hoped he'd have other chances to focus on the plot. More chances to offer useful commentary on suspects and motives.

For now, he couldn't bring himself to be upset when he had no clue who the killer was.

"What a movie, right?" You asked happily as the credits rolled.

"I loved every second."

#leonardo #imagines #leonardo x reader #2014 #bayverse x reader #tmnt 2014 x reader #tmnt imagine #*writing

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Serpent tongue

Masterlist Genre: Angst with a happy ending. Characters: Sebastian Krueger, Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn belongs to @vasyandii, Olga 'Zhar" Samoilova TWs: strong language, description of military operation, canon typical violence AN: this is set somwhere arond the begining of Nak and Kruegers interactions, so they are a bit silly around each other. But I promise, they will be in love soon-ish.

“phai bo non maew, si kad kaem.*” Words roll down Phayvanh`s tongue and echoe in the empty, dark hall.

Even if there are any other soldiers around at this late hour - they'll know better than to bother her. Because she's deep inside her thoughts - she's humming and mumbling the words, obscure to their ears. Her very own cantrips to keep others away, her mnemonic spells to help her with the routine. So what if it's just a lullaby? As long as it helps her shut her brain off and run the preparations mechanically…

“phai bo aem, kai noi tod taa.*” On this verse she always checks the flashlights before attaching them to her vest.

Click. The strobe flashlight works perfectly.

“phai bo aem…”

Click. The spare flashlight Illuminates Krueger's face in the semi-darkness.

Phayvanh doesn't flinch nor shriek from the suddenness of him appearing just a few meters behind. She turns off the light and watches Sebastian face.

Pathetic fucker had his own share of humiliation today, much to Nak's enjoyment. Oh, how cocky he was all the way to Zhar's office. Only to get dismissed at the very beginning of a debrief. “I'm not coming, but the baby is?” - Krueger's outburst was so loud, it seemed like the whole base would hear that: “What is that she can, and I don't?!”. Zhar didn't even raise her gaze from the documents, she was checking before the meeting start. But when she answered, Nak had to bite her cheeks to not grin victoriously. “The list would be long, Sebastian, but it would start with the fact, that Nak can obviously read the list of soldiers, I called for this debriefing. The list that contained her, and didn't contain you. Now stand up.” That was the first time she looked up since they gathered around her desk. “And leave my office. I have soldiers to prepare for the mission.”

And just like that the notorious ‘golden boy’, ‘Zhars favorite’, ‘the faceless Chimera’ was shown his place. So it was only natural for him to come mock Phayvanh later, when the audience is not that big.

“Serpent tongue!” His idiotic smile doesn't bode well.

“Going straight for racism this time, moron?” Nak feels almost disappointed about how plain Krueger's attack is. Even calling her little baby hit harder than this bullshit.

“No, I… Wait-wait!” He jumps closer to the table, where she prepares her tactical vest to not get lost from her gaze. “I meant it in a good way! Like these Lao letters, they look like little snakes! I looked it up and there is that one like a confused snake, another one like a happy snake, a bunch of letters with a snake that looks at its own tail. They are lovely.”

Since when this idiot has an interest for Lao alphabet?

“What you're gonna say, I'm seeing shit? C`mon, admit it, your letters are beautiful, but it's easy to memorize them when you think of them as little snakes. Serpent tongue.” He looks so proud, as if he just solved one of Landaus problems, not invented some nonsense.

“Gonna say, that a confused snake, watching his own tail, has more brainpower than you.” Phayvanh goes back to preparation routine, trying to ignore Krueger, who seems to not be in a hurry to leave her alone.

They spend a few long minutes in silence, which is a good thing for Nak. She's not ready for questions like ‘why don't you sleep before the important mission?’, ‘is it really just a preparation, or are nervously fidgeting your own equipment?’, ‘are you afraid to turn out worse than me?’. Krueger takes a step to the desk and start helping her arrange all the essentials. She tolerates it, but everything has its limits. Phayvanhs patience cracks when Sebastian reaches out to one of her push daggers. Her hand is quicker, her smooth movements are more precise, and the blade freezes only in mere centimeters away from a vein pulsing on Kruegers neck. A bold hint, but quite a clear one.

“I just wanted to help.” He raises hands in a surrendering gesture. “Olga likely threw a ton of timings, plans, routes and whatsoever at you. The first time with her is overwhelming, I know. There must be a few ‘tiers’ of action plans for each of you, right?”

Nak doesn't lower her dagger, but nods. There were, indeed, different plans for each step of her part in the mission. She didn't quite catch, why would she need a plan B, С and so on. She either does her job or dies trying - that was always how it went.

“Listen, if anything goes south - just don't hesitate and go straight to the plan B, ok? Forget commander's bullshit about top-tier goals and minimum goals. She always gets what she needs in the end and that is her ‘least satisfied’ plan. Always. So you worry about yourself, ok? Not the goal or plan A.”

Phayvanh doesn't believe her ears. So the golden boy doesn't always hit the top goal? That spoiled brat that dares calling her a baby, turns into a loser, once he's given freedom to operate on any level besides perfect? Oh, he didn't actually hear the real Serpents tongue. The one that pushes her to the limits, demands no less than perfection, accepts no excuses. Krueger wouldn't last a week with that voice ringing in his ears.

“There are either perfect results or no results.” Nak is kind enough to tell this in English, so Krueger understands one of the basis principles, that the Serpent once taught her.

***

The mission under Zhars command feels different from what is going on, when Nikolai is around. With him It's always about what you do in the end. But with his second in command, it's about how you do it.

Naks route is planned to the last meter, her timing has limits of steel - not only can't she fall behind - she will ruin everything, should she appear at her next point too soon. She gets a good reminder, when the street, she is supposed to enter 10 minutes later is being turned into a bloodbath with a drone squadron just before her eyes. Phayvanh hides around the corner of a building and swears while checking her watch.

“Perfect result or no result.” A too familiar voice sounds in her head. But she ignores it.

It works for some time. Nak follows the path of fire, the path paved by other Chimeras and brings death to her objectives. Plan A works so well - they are never prepared to meet her.

It almost feels too easy, until it doesn't. One of them turns out too massive, too full of life, too stubborn. One second Phayvanh has him in her hands, the other she's drowning in a muddy puddle with his hands pushing her deeper. She knows, this is not the end of her: Nak had a fair share of similar situations, both on the field and at the training. It takes just a little patience and dexterity to turn the fight upside down. After all, it's him trying to balance in a sloppy mud. She tries to wiggle her way out of his clasp… and fails. Her body freezes struck by a terrifying flashback.

“Perfect result or no result!” Nagas voice. She was here already. Face pushed deep in filthy water, subtle teenage body struggling to break free from old man's grip.

He was shouting at her. Every time she dared to deliver anything but the perfect result - there was a punishment to come. And there were screams. Not her - Naga made sure, she couldn't even breathe. He was the one screaming.

“Perfect result or no result!”

She hates this voice for keeping her awake before the mission, for destroying her every time anyone refers to her as a child, for drowning her mind in terror. The reals Serpents tongue is made of pain, humiliation and endless requirements, that she doesn't fulfill. Not of ‘funny snaky letters’, Sebastian was babbling about.

Nak gathers all her strength, every part of her body feels like a coiled spring waiting to set loose. And she snaps. The poor fucker believed, he had her. Well his mistake. Because now Phayvanh is on top, and she doesn't even need a knife to end his pathetic life.

Strangling him with her bare hands, she shouts “shut up” on and on. As if the voice taunting her doesn't echo just in her mind. It feels like forever before he stops struggling. But when she lets go of him - a barely audible breath leaves his chest.

It drives her mad. After all she's done - he has an audacity to live on? So she hits face. Hard. And then again. And again.

She snaps out of it only, when a familiar voice appears behind her. “Nak? You're hurt?” Phayvanh turns back and meets Zhars gaze.

“Komandir? Ya seichas… Ya. Ya s nim razberus`!*” For some reason Nak answered in Russian despite Olga rarely using it.

“He's long gone, soldier.” Zhar glances at the guy lying on the ground under Nak and Phayvanh follows her gaze.

Her enemy has no recognizable face anymore, the puddle of mud, he's buried in turns red. His body gave up a long time ago, but Nak was too blinded by painful memories to recognize it.

An unsettling thought appears in Naks head. How long has she spent here over the dead body? She checks her watches and frowns. Too long. She's supposed to be elsewhere a long time ago.

“Go, Nak. Skip your next point, you're on route B now.” Zhar doesn't raise her voice - she never does. But this time Phayvanh wishes she would.

“Perfect result or no result.”

That only means one thing - she failed. And she deserves to be screamed at. She desperately tries to fight the numbness off, but can't even make herself get up.

Better shout at her. She's used to it.

Olga touches her shoulder and Nak flinches. She remembers only Zhars eyes moving closer and a few words in a low voice.

“Get up and go. Now.”

She stands up and doesn't go away - she flies as far as she can. Phayvanh runs as fast as she can, as if that can help her escape the guilt building up. Her body accomplishes the plan B automatically. Point after point, objective after objective.

She is restless on their way back, she barely reacts to her squadmates questions and commentaries. Even at the Chimera base, Nak can't seem to slow down and keeps herself occupied until late night.

***

“phai bo non maew, si kad kaem.*” Words roll down Phayvanh`s tongue and echo in the empty, dark hall. A wet mop draws intricate wet patterns on the floor.

It was nobody's order - Phayvanh just couldn't calm down. So she rearranged all her stuff. Twice. And then she tidied up their armory room. And another one. And then she mopped.

It's a good thing, Nikolai's base is so huge - lots to do in the middle of the night, while others sleep.

“phai bo aem, kai noi tod taa.*” On this verse she usually enters ladies locker room, when she mops.

Click. The light turns on, illuminating the seemingly clean floor. Well, an extra cleaning never hurt nobody…

“Potushi svet, ya tebya umolyaiu.*” Olgas voice. Only it sounds husky and tired, as if she was crying or coughing for a long time.

Nak turns and sees her, sitting on the floor. The ever so serious, busy, on-her-way-somewhere-else commander curled up against a wall like a lost child. Zhars face is red, closed eyes swollen, cheeks wet.

Phayvanh rushes on her knees, pushing the mop away and proceeds straight to inspecting Olgas body, searching for a wound. But her commander only smiles.

“Phay, it's only the tear gas.”

“But… It's been-”

“You live to my age - you'll wonder, how could your body come back to normal so fast back when you were 20. Now please turn out that light.”

Nak does as she told and comes back to sit before Olga. She doesn't care if by doing so she'll provoke her executive to get angry at her.

“I'm not leaving you here, commander. Let's get you to the medbay.” She takes Zhars hand and tries to pull her, but Olga doesn't move.

“I am fine. Just need to sit here for a bit, let my eyes rest.” Zhar stretches her back and reaches out into the void before her, blindlessly searching for Nak. “Stay with me for a bit, ok?”

“I don't understand.” Phayvanh moves closer and catches Olgas hand, letting her know, shes not leaving. “What are you doing here? You have your office.”

“And you have your room, soldier.” Smile never leaves Zhars face. “Yet here we are.”

They sit next to each other in silence for some time. Naks eyes get used to a dim emergency exit light that barely illuminates a small part of the locker room. And then Olga speaks again, as if there was no pause.

“I come here for them.” She points at an old dusty mirror, taken from the wall long before Nak joined the Chimera. One can barely recognize their reflection in the mirror - it is too dirty. “If you find just the right angle and look long enough - you will see your legs, your chest and arms, but not your face. When you sit right - yours hidden in the shadow. I like to imagine - I'm seeing everything, that's wrong with me in these moments. Everybody, who wronged me. And then we talk.”

Nak tries to catch a glimpse of any reflection in the mirror, but barely sees anything. So she leans closer and cranes his neck.

“See a familiar face?” Zhars hand rests on Phayvanhs back. Usually Nak would avoid any informal physical contact, but this time it feels right, to let Olga know, she isn't alone.

“...nope, I see nobody, ma`am.”

“Nobody punished you for aiming anywhere but the ideal?” Now that's a sucker punch. A deserved one, as Naks confusion was painfully obvious to her commander today. But it still hits hard. So she nods.

“I'll do better next-”

“No. After what they have done to you - this is what you're telling them?”

“Commander, I'm telling that you.”

“Fuck me, Phay. I'm a hired soldier, just like you. One word from Nikolai and I won’t be here tomorrow. Krueger will throw a tantrum, but…” Zhar chuckles. “Talk to them. This isn't about me.”

Naks looks in the darkening void of the mirror and sighs. She doesnt even know, where to start, to not sound immature and lose her job right away.

“Let me put the other way: think of what the would tell you right now.”

That Nak knows for sure. Even if Naga is nowhere around - she always knows what exactly would he say.

“Hed ask me if im going to cry.”

“We can cry, Phay. Ive been doing it for past few hours. Well, because of dry eyes, but that still counts.”

“Oh, I won't cry. Not for him. Never.” Nak can't take her eyes of the mirror. The view is somehow mesmerizing: she sees her body, but her face remains in the shadow.

For a split second she thinks, if she should speak in Lao. Nobody in Chimera talks it. She is safe to say whatever, she wants. But then she thinks, that this is exactly what Naga would want: her keeping her pain all to herself. So that his serpent tongue can torture her soul unbothered.

She takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

“Well maybe I should be thanking you. You prepared me for all this shit at a young age. Comrades selling me lies, people betraying me, friends seeing me as just a kid. The next time id pour some love out - ill never get back a single drop of it. You prepared me for that. And for always being not enough. You did it out of the best intentions, I know. You prepared me for the worst in my life. By being it.”

The silence, that falls on her after that, is deafening. But for some reason, Nak feels better for the first time since she came back to senses on the battlefield.

Then she feels hands, someones hands hugging her shoulders. There are no words left for this room or this mirror today. But this wordlessness is a happy thing.

*phai bo non maew, si kad kaem. - (Lao phonetic) If you don't sleep, ghost cats will bite your cheeks.

*phai bo aem, kai noi tod taa - (Lao phonetic) If you don't shut your eyes, tiny chicks will peck them.

*Komandir? Ya seichas… Ya. Ya s nim razberus`! - (Russian phonetic) Commander? I'm going to… I. I'm going to deal with him!

*Potushi svet, ya tebya umolyaiu. - (Russian phonetic) turn off the light, I beg you.

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You got me back on my butt stuff bullshit. If ever you're inspired to write our tol boy König reviving any type of butt luvvin..... But only if you feel like it!

you know i'm here for all the butt stuff

könig is a person who will try anything at least once.

it's not to prove anything. he just likes trying new things.

approaching the subject wasn't easy.

you were ready for a final, resounding no.

but that isn't what you got.

he tilted his head and shrugged, "okay".

of course, you weren't going to jump right into pegging.

you started with your fingers.

you took your time, telling him to tell you to stop if it was too much for him.

he never told you to stop.

when you found his spot, he cried out something in German and you stopped.

"why are you stopping?" he asked. so you continued.

you wanted to see what would happen if you stroked him at the same time.

you had never seen him like that before--whiny and needy in the best way.

when you took him into your mouth, he arched up off the bed and cried your name.

you kept rubbing against his spot as you blew him making sure to keep a steady pace. you didn't want him finishing too fast.

"i won't last much longer," he warned.

but you didn’t pull off him nor did you take your finger from his ass.

if anything, it made you get a little more intense.

you wanted to hear him lose control. you wanted him to cum harder than he ever had before.

and he did.

his cum covered your hand, his stomach, chest. some even reached his neck.

he could only look at you afterwards in a lust-filled daze.

"i would like to do that again," he said as he caught his breath.

[Masterlist]

#könig #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #headcanon #would i toss his salad? probably

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Widowmaker and kiriko with a persistent ex pls? You don't have to I just to see them kick ass and be gay. Arvil lavigne hours

Pushy Exes W/Widow & Kiriko

A/N: It's funny you mention that bc I've been dealing with one for the last month and she struck my last nerve. I'd be more than happy to write this.

Widowmaker

who le actual fuck would wanna fuck with widow (obviously me ftw)

You and Amelie were lounging in her flat when your phone goes off with an unfamiliar number.

Amelie quirks a curious eyebrow as you pick it up. Curiosity turns to concern as she sees your face drop. It's your ex.

They start to ask how you are and you're shaking, you don't want to see them, after what they've done to you, you don't want to feel that pain again.

They start to beg you to return to them and that they never stopped loving you. That's bullshit and you know it, considering they used you.

Amelie takes the phone from you and hangs it up.

She pulls you into her arms and holds you as you cry into her shoulder

She is silent but makes sure you know that she's hear for you, and she won't let anyone harm you like that again.

A knock sounds at the door

Amelie has you stay on the couch, and she goes to answer the door.

Once again, it's your ex, but Amelie wasn't who they were expecting

You turn in time to see your ex being lifted by the collar and Amelie spitting curses at them through clenched teeth.

She drops them to the ground like a wet blanket and lets them have it until they have the strength to get up and limp away.

Amelie returns to the sofa and envelopes you in her arms

if anyone dares try that with you again, I'll put a bullet through their thick skull. I'll protect you for as long as I live.

Kiriko

You and Kiriko were at a night club with some friends, and you two were hitting it out on the dance floor.

She'd noticed you look a little tired and went to go grab some water bottles to make sure the two of you stayed hydrated

The crowd around you on the floor seemed to grow busier making it harder to move.

A hand grabs your wrist harshly and yanks you into them

It's your ex, and you can smell their shitty laundry detergent with the proximity

You try to yank away and pull you back to them "Don't be like that sweetheart, I just want to dance with you baby"

You weren't their baby; you weren't their property period.

They start to lean down closer to you before a force blurs its way in between you and your ex. That blur manifests as Kiriko with a cold-water bottle that she proceeds to dump down your ex's shirt.

Your ex doesn't miss a beat and sizes up Kiriko "Hey what are you doing with my girl-"

Kiriko decks them across the jaw. Hard. You notice her eyes are glowing vibrant blue and the markings on her face are making a stronger appearance.

Her fists are clenched and shaking with rage "You've done enough harm I think it's about time you've left" she flashes a kunai as warning and your ex-leaves through the back cradling their jaw.

She decides it's been too much of a night to stay at the club and she drives you both to her flat on her motorcycle. You press into her back and breathe her in and ground yourself with the feel of her worn leather motor jacket.

Kiriko sits you down on her futon and wraps a blanket around the two of you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close.

that's enough out of them, it's just you and me tonight, no one will lay a finger on you while I'm here.

A/N: Honestly, I needed that.

REQUESTS: CLOSED

#overwatch x reader #overwatch imagine #overwatch2 #overwatch #kiriko x reader #kiriko kamori #kiriko overwatch #kiriko #widowmaker x reader #widowmaker #amelie lacroix

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