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brighteststar707 · 5 months

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Hi-ho! I'm sending you a virtual blog anniversary cake to celebrate what an amazing human you are 🎂 No, actually, take two: 🎂🎂 A cake for every year. Happy two years! Seeing your posts on my dash and talking with you always puts a smile on my face, and I'm sure I'm not alone in this, hehe. Thank you for being here, Faye! That's all I gotta say 🤭

And for the event I'd like to throw you a fun little wildcard that is Unknown + admiring them from afar ! 👀 Lots of interesting ways to take this combination, so I hope you have fun with this promt <3

Miaaa thank you for the cakes 🎂🎂, I will treasure them <3 And thank you for your lovely message, I have come back to it in my inbox whenever I needed a pick-me-up, you're so kind. Thank you for being here, I'm so grateful to have gotten to know you!

Also, a final thank you for this request, it was a fun change from the romantic things I've been writing lately hehe

I hope you enjoy <333

Admiring Them From Afar

✦ Unknown x fem!MC

✦ Words: 1424

✦ Warning: stalking

The first time he sees her, she’s little more than a blurry silhouette on a CCTV feed. The shop she's in clearly hasn’t updated their cameras in a while and now Unknown is paying the price for it. If he had the time, he’d disable them completely so that these could be replaced.

He wasn't sure what to expect from seeing her in real time for the first time. He has been preparing for this for a long time, charting out her schedule and average movements throughout the day. It took him a lot of time to pick her out of a pool of other potential candidates and even longer to catch her on camera. The surveillance room is a mess of discarded food trays and uncapped painkiller bottles. He is folded into his chair in the only way that doesn't make his back ache for now. He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

When the door swings open to reveal her, a strange bubble of anticipation rises in his chest. He instinctively hunches closer to the screen (despite his dry eyes) to try and get a better look at her.

He had memorised her features through the pictures she shared on social media (how foolish of her) so it wasn’t hard for him to fill in the blurry gaps in the footage for himself. Even if he couldn’t see her face, he could almost see the smile she was probably giving the cashier as she paid for her products. That look of naive happiness was one the Saviour had claimed would make her a very good candidate for their mission. He wasn’t sure if he agreed at first, but of course, he has come to agree with the Saviour wholeheartedly.

There was something unsettling about that smile. How easily it came to her, the way she seemed to light up from within. It made Unknown almost uncomfortable to look at her pictures for too long. He'd get hot and start wondering strange things like whether she'd smile at him like that when he finally brought her back to Mint Eye with him. Would salvation take that easy happiness from her?

For the next few days, he follows her around through camera footage. It’s a lot more intensive research than was expected of him, but something compels him to stay at the screen. He leans in closer every time she appears, hunched over the desk so as to not miss a single moment. If this mission is going to be a success, he needs to know everything there is to know about her.

And he is learning every day. He knows the way she walks, swinging whatever she’s holding lightly with each step. He knows that when she’s asked to wait, she bounces a little impatiently on her heels. She tilts her head to the side when she’s asked a question and her shoulders always creep up a little when she’s talking to servers and cashiers.

He knows that she has friends, but none close enough to join her on most of her trips throughout the day, and certainly no partners. Besides needing her to be as unattached as possible for the mission, the fact that nobody else is with her as often as he is satisfies him for reasons he doesn't like to dig into.

The more he learns, the less he enjoys following her around through the cameras. He wants more, more than the grainy footage can provide him.

His back aches from all the time he spends stuck behind his desk. His eyes hurt and it has all become too repetitive for him. He is sick of listening for a voice he cannot hear and expressions he has to make up for himself.

On the few occasions he stepped away to rest, she haunted him there, a figure he knows by heart with a face that never comes into focus.

He one day impulsively decides to phone her, just to fill in another blank he has grown to hate. He doesn’t have a script planned, he doesn’t even really expect her to pick up.

But she does (really, he couldn't have picked a better candidate).

Her voice is bright and lively, he can hear the bustle of people around her. He can see, through the feed, her fiddling with the end of her hair.

“Hello?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat. He suddenly gets hot and has to stand up from his desk to start pacing to get rid of this strange, nervous energy.

He doesn’t know what to say.

He wants to tell her that the person behind her in line is standing too close and she should say something. He wants to tell her that she should get a thicker coat because the weather is turning and there is rain forecasted. He wants to tell her to point her face at the light so he can see her face properly for once.

He doesn’t say any of these things. His breath catches in his throat and he hangs up in a panic. She stares down at her phone screen for a few seconds before moving on from the whole incident.

It puts him in a bad mood for the next week. He can hear the curiosity in her voice every time he watches her interact with someone else. He can’t leave the screens unattended for even a second. Something might happen.

Eventually, he gets leave from the Saviour to leave Magenta in the name of their mission. She is feeling more generous than usual thanks to the extensive information he has gathered for her.

He spends a lot of time planning what to bring with him. Where to wait. He needs to watch her from close by without raising suspicion.

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The wig he has pulled on itches terribly, it takes all his strength to not rip it off in the middle of this café. The server keeps eyeing him to see if he wants to order something else, but his coffee is still only half-finished. He has already been sitting there for half an hour. She’s running late.

Trust her to break her schedule the day he doesn’t have access to his screens. He has been debating giving up and leaving but something is keeping him glued there.

He hasn’t been around this many people in a very long time. He has been listening to their conversations, lively like he hasn’t ever heard before. They detail lives he couldn’t even begin to imagine. Classes and friend groups and failed dates.

The outside world is strange.

Then, the little bell on the door chimes again and there she is. In the flesh, coat pulled around herself tightly, hat pulled down over her ears. He could recognise her anywhere. He has to fight the instinct to jump up from his chair and go right up to her.

He can hear her voice from here. She orders a coffee (the same one he got) and takes her time picking a pastry from the case. She smiles at the waitress and bounces a little as she waits to pick up her order. He knows he's staring, but he doesn't care if anyone notices.

For the first time, he can see the details he had been missing before. The way the light hits her hair and makes it shine and the pink apples of her cheeks from the cold. And her expression. Eyes unfocused like she has drifted off into a dream while she waits for her order. Fingers idly tapping against her hip, smiling somewhat serenely.

Still completely unaware of Unknown and how far he has come for her.

When her order's ready, she quickly springs back to life and smiles at her server (better than any picture could capture) before collecting her things and turning to leave the shop again. Unknown has to force himself to sit for another second before leaving after her. He's lucky he knows her route home by heart, or he might have lost her.

He is pleased with himself, this little outing of his has made up his mind. He simply cannot allow her to be the one to deal with the liars of the RFA. There is something about her that is too valuable to be wasted on such task. The Saviour will see it too, he knows she will.

He quickens his pace, keeping her just in his line of sight. He will not be returning back without her tonight.

#blogiversary 2 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger unknown #mystic messenger saeran choi #mysme saeran #mysme unknown #my writing #mysme

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cloud-somersault · 2 months

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Hey, how are you doing? I hope you’re alright. 💕 I’ve been reading your status updates on Constellations and the Epilogue, and I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re amazing. Your writing is incredible and I love it. Your stories are so well thought out and the characters are ✨on point✨, and the plot is complex and detailed and aaahhh! It has me hooked! 🤩

And I understand how it hurts when you put so much effort and love into a story, only to post it and not see others be anywhere near as excited or invested as you are. I know how discouraging it can be. And it may be a little silly, but I do want to apologize for not commenting lately—life took some difficult turns for me healthwise around the end of last year and I haven’t been able to catch up! I’m still on Chapter 4 of Constellations! 😭 BUT Chapter 5 is open on my phone, and I am READY to read it as soon as I have the time (and mental energy, but that’s a whole ‘nother issue 😩). Don’t worry that your writing isn’t enough, or be discouraged if some readers don’t catch hints while others are figuring it all out seemingly too easily. Everybody reads and comprehends stuff differently, and it’s not a sign that your writing is bad if they don’t catch it! Honestly, I’m pretty bad at catching hints the first time I read a story unless they’re pretty darn obvious. I don’t usually notice subtle hints until the second, or third, or even seventh read-through, haha! (on the bright side, rereading stories and rewatching TV shows is always fun!) 😅

I guess what I really wanted to say is… don’t give up hope. Don’t lose your love and enthusiasm for your works, or feel like they aren’t worth writing because others don’t seem interested in them. At the heart of it all… at the end of the day… write because you love to. Because it makes you happy. And know that it doesn’t have to be “perfect”—the main goal should be that you enjoy it. That’s something I’m trying to teach myself, too. 💕

Thank you for taking the time to write this message and send it. I appreciate you're very kind words 💕I'm doing okay, I just had to take a step back for a bit from socials and stuff. I'm gonna keep that up for a while.

Please don't apologize for not commenting or taking your time reading. Your health always comes first, and I'm sorry if I came off as childish or needy, that wasn't my intention. Two things just happened that set me off and the timing of it was incredibly poor 😓

Please take your time reading; none of it is going anywhere, and don't feel obligated to leave comments either. i'm realizing that, even if chapters are short or long, finding the time to finish things is difficult, and everyone lives different lives. And I'm sorry about all the spoilers on this blog, I'll tag that better from now on.

But I really do think I got confused or disjointed in my perceptions; everyone here knows so much because i've been asked questions and given answers and people have interacted, so people following me here have more context than the average ao3 user. But I've kinda been expecting everyone to be on the same page, which will never be true.

I'm also the same way where it takes me a while to pick up on hints. I actually changed my writing style to prevent this. I got tired of reading books in college where you had to dive into every little thing. the hints and clues weren't obvious to me. I decided then that, when I wrote, I wanted things to be bold, obvious, but beautiful. I didn't want to make readers feel like they're missing something. I wanted them to trust that every answer, every clue would be answered in time. I made that promise to myself a decade ago, and being reminded of how different people interpret things just...made me remember.

I take writing really seriously, probably too seriously, but I've been doing it for so long and I love doing it. I want to be good at it. When it feels like I've gone back on that promise to myself, I get frustrated. I think of ways I could've fixed things. But I also remember that those books and those writing styles just weren't for me. I wasn't the target audience.

Sorry to go off on a tangent, but I wanted to explain why I got upset. I still love Constellations and I'm posting it on ao3 out of convenience, really. It's easier to reference and search there in one "Entire Work" than to have 5 documents open. The fact that others can see and read and have fun is a bonus. But I'm committed to telling this story, and I'm gonna finish with a bang.

Thank you, I won't forget why I'm doing this and that my thoughts/feelings come first! 😤I hope your health concerns are taken care of soon. Take it easy, and thanks again! 💕

#ask #this is very kind i'm sorry i worried people i was just REAL upset/mad #but i'm better now. i just needed to take a minute and refocus and remind myself of a few things #we're still chugging along #but seriously thank you for sending this. i'm really glad you like constellations! that means a lot to me #but seriously--health comes first. and DON'T FEEL PRESSURED TO COMMENT!!! 😤#okay love you bye~ 💕

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wraenata · 9 months

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You seem to put a lot of energy into being considerate of others. I'm thankful for it but like, how? I hope you're taking care of yourself.

Hi anon! Thank you very much, I really appreciate this.

I really like being considerate of others, in fact it makes me happy. When I see someone having a down day, I just want them to know that someone saw, and wants things to get better for them. Because that's how I really feel. I love all of you in my phone and I want you to be ok. And I like leaving nice tags for people on their art, because I know how much joy that can bring.

But, ugh, yeah. I'm not going to lie, it takes a lot of energy.

I think I'll put the rest under the cut...

Ever since the months started getting warmer this year I've been having more trouble keeping up with my dash (I'm someone who needs to scroll through the whole thing). Before the wedding I was in and covid about a month ago, I was able to just barely keep up with my dash and also scrolling the rise tag. Because I didn't want to miss anything! I also was able to scroll through ao3 to see what new fics were posted and bookmark ones I wanted to read! I...haven't been able to do that anymore...and I hate it.

I'm so far behind on reading fanfics that I absolutely enjoy because I just don't have the energy for reading anything longer than 1k at a time right now. And I can't start any new ones until I catch up on the old ones. There are so many writing posts I came across on my dash that are stuck in draft jail until I have time and energy to read them. And quite a few art posts that I came across when I just didn't have time.

I try hard to keep up with my dash at work but I only have so much (extremely generous) time to do that. I'm often speed running tags when I don't have a lot of time or energy. And sometimes I can't express just how much I love your art because of that low time or energy. And I hate putting posts in drafts cause it piles up and gives me anxiety. And when I come home its just, dash, all night.

I am eternally grateful for @/teainthesnow, she keeps all the tmnt tagged posts coming onto my dash so I can still see them (if you see this tea I am so appreciative of all the work you do for the fandom, you are an amazing person and I love you/platonic).

I've already unfollowed a few blogs, and I agonized over it, for like weeks, before doing it. But it hasn't been enough. If you noticed I unfollowed you in the past 2 months, please know that it was nothing personal and I hated that I had to do it. I miss seeing your posts and how your day is going. We are mutuals in my heart forever.

In fact I wish I could follow so many more blogs but I have had to stop myself for a while now. And it really fucking sucks. I've tried filtering a bunch of tags to make it easier too but it's not enough.

The fact of the matter is, I need to unfollow more blogs. And I hate to do it. I know I need to do it. I've known for a while now. I don't have the energy to keep up with it anymore, not after getting covid. I'm just so tired. All the time.

If you see that I unfollow you at some point, again, I love you and we are mutuals in my heart forever. All of my followers are my mutuals. My askbox and messages are always open. You can always tag me in posts (and oh my I'm just remembering all the of tag games I haven't had time to do) I just can't keep up with this anymore. I want to get back to reading fanfic and making the mountains of fanart I want to do for people.

I just, I love you all. But I'm so so tired. I really hope if anything comes out of this long ramble, its that I love you all. The rise fandom has given me so much and I want to return that love.

I'm sorry for the late response anon, and I'm sorry for turning your lovely ask into a bit of a vent. I've tried to put this off for as long as I could, but I just can't do it anymore.

I love you all though <3

#wren askbox #wren screams at 4 am #vent post #sorta #thank you anon for your care I really appreciated it <3

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good-girl-gen · 2 months

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frozen

(diary entry written 2024-03-15)

This'll be a long one because Miss Amber and I had the chance to talk multiple times! I want to focus on one particular interaction, but there are a few things worth mentioning otherwise.

We played a group game together a couple nights in a row and it had been long enough since we'd talked that I started to doubt the trigger she implanted in me in the last call would still work. The memory of it was becoming weaker, and when I looked it up out of curiosity two weeks seemed to be a good ballpark figure for an unreinforced one.

Then immediately before we were supposed to hop on call with a couple other people, she called me "to show me something," (sigh, I'm dumb) and tested it. It worked. She bailed to join the call with the larger group, leaving me stubbornly waiting to be released and sending her irritated/pouty messages until she relented and we got on with playing.

*Of course* that wasn't the end of it and she kept messing with me the rest of the evening. She most notably quieted me in front of a mutual friend of ours (who is aware of our dynamic). Fun night overall and not even close to the meanest thing I'll be writing about.

A few days later we had intended to try a couple other hypnosis things, but we ended up just chatting because... well, it was late before we were able to start and I had fallen asleep, honestly. I woke up in time to catch her a bit, and I'm glad I did because the call was lovely.

Since Miss Amber learned the trigger still worked I spent a lot of the time as a silent pet, sitting at her command and nodding or shaking my head at her prompting. She was talkative in my stead, and... sometimes she just had this look of... I don't know how to put it. I got this sense of complete untouchable confidence from her that made me feel extremely comfortable to be submissive, I think. I was just flatly pleased that she was the one in charge, adoring - she even asked me at some point whether I wanted my words back and *I shook my head no*.

I'll be driving out to meet with Miss Amber soon, and that call was the first time we'd spoken privately since setting a date. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous but that interaction really helped relieve it for me. She said some very kind things about me and although I don't think I can bring myself to repeat them she had me agreeing at the time.

The call the night after was the one where we got into more hypnosis experimentation. I was very quickly nude and kneeling for her; I don't know what it was but I felt it particularly that time, just... more naked than naked, somehow. Very aware of my body. Not in a negative way, just feeling sensitive.

She then gave me *exactly one sentence* to beg to see her body too, and allowed me some time to think about what I was going to say. I expressed my earnest desire to worship her as well as I could and Miss Amber was happy with it. 🥰

Eventually she had me get comfortable to induce me into hypnosis. I'd made some improvements to my environment from lessons learned the previous time, not to get too into the weeds - but it did feel just that little bit smoother. She walked me through a visualization of being clutched in her hands like a doll, held against her body and carried slowly down a spiral staircase until I was gone.

(As an aside, I was wearing my heart monitor at the time and I can point out on the history when this happened because my heart rate dropped notably below my normal resting rate! Science.)

This time the goal was to implement a trigger that would freeze my body below the neck, something we'd worked out the desired mechanics for earlier in what is among the most surreal conversations I've had in my life. It was a similar prompting to the previous one with the voice, to manifest the ability of autonomy as a physical thing that she could take from me. This one I imagined as being jammed into the base of my skull and wriggled out like a loose brick.

It worked pretty well too, and for the trigger she assigned a gesture rather than a voice command, something she told me this makes her feel more divine and I'm more than happy to oblige. (The release is of course vocal for safety and logistics.) She toyed with me just a bit before moving on, but checked in that I wasn't too anxious about it - the initial feeling of helplessness was a little extreme, although I had some familiarity already from the voice trigger. The body sensation was similar too. I thought it might feel like an outside force, but it didn't: there was a wire snipped somewhere between my brain and my body.

We moved into an attempt at memory manipulation around this point as well, but long story short it wasn't initially effective. I have more thoughts on it that I may write out separately to avoid bogging this down.

After that I had been taken a bit out of the play mindset. Miss Amber quickly had me back to kneeling, locked me there (mildly uncomfortably), took my voice, gave it back for fifteen seconds to beg to cum that evening and counted down the whole time. So. That fixed it.

I was in a surprised panic and didn't beg well. This earned me a dressing-down that left me cringing, bad girl, bad pet, bad puppy... she had me repeat that I was a bad girl, something I desperately did not want to do, but the tone she commanded with left me completely compliant. It was the only thing I was allowed to say. This is also not the meanest thing I'll be writing about.

It gets fuzzy here for me. At some point I was allowed to change position from kneeling and I saw redness beginning to develop from the hard floor. I sincerely can't remember much immediately prior to it, but later I was allowed to move again to the couch (... leaving behind a wet spot on the blanket I was kneeling on...) so I could touch myself and this part *is* the meanest thing I'll be writing about.

Unsurprisingly she gave the freeze gesture while I had my hand between my legs. Honestly, if she hadn't I would've suspected she'd been replaced by a bodysnatcher.

What surprised me was when she cut off my whining by also taking my voice and then proceeded to leave me like that for nearly ten minutes. And I wasn't *just* left there: she openly ignored me and fooled around on her phone, only giving me the occasional glance and telling me that I was allowed to finish *if I could*.

Fucking of course I couldn't! Frustration and desperation alternated and built precipitously. I watched her, watched the clock, gasped and panted to the point I parched myself while trying to either move or speak. But what was my will next to hers? Nothing.

Eventually she rolled her eyes (help) and allowed me to speak again and I don't even remember entirely what I said but I do remember it flooded out like reservoir water past a broken dam and no shame or self-consciousness could stay the flow even a little and FUCK I needed to cum SO FUCKING BADLY AND - well. I hardly had to touch myself more when she gave me permission.

Afterwards I was stiff, sore from holding (being held in?) a few awkward or difficult positions. It persisted the day after as a pleasant little reminder. I can't believe I'll be seeing her in less than a week.

#bd/sm diary entry #bd/sm wlw #wlw nsft #bd/sm sapphic #hypnok1nk #bd/sm blog #sapphic nsft

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yesimwriting · 2 years

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I'm a little late with my review, but I made it 😌 In Part 3, we see a glimpse of Wells being weird with that comment of 'What happened to all those little girl dresses?' 🤢 Also, the fact that Gloria and Y/n live with Wells? I thought Gloria and Y/n lived together, but Y/n being forced to live with Wells kind of explains more why she's uncomfortable. She lives with him; therefore, she is being forced to be around him. I'm just surprised too that Gloria moved in with this guy even though I think they've only been dating a few months? 😬 If that's the case, Gloria and him move fast and I feel like maybeee this is hinting the relationship was rushed.

It's stated that Gloria and Y/n used to live in Texas...so how did Gloria even meet this guy? Maybe online? But why would she be so willing to just pack up and force her daughter to leave everything behind? It's safe to assume they both grew up in Texas, so to date a guy for a few months and move in with him is a huge leap.... Maybe love makes you do crazy things? 🤡 It's stated in ch 1 that Y/n has only known Wells for a few months, so maybe the reason Gloria was so comfortable moving was cause her and Wells had been dating a while, but maybe Y/n never met him until a few months ago? Thats definitely a possibility.

Idk something just doesn't feel right with that relationship 🤣 I love how medically accurate chapter 3 was. I literally had to do concussion research and reread ch 3 just to catch all the symptoms since I missed them all lol the tiredness, the headache, the way Y/n was falling asleep in Billy's car, the way Y/n got moody with Stu and Billy in the car...all of those showed that something was wrong. Billy and Stu picking Y/n up was cute and all, but we all know they secretly want Y/n fully dependent on them. Cute how they both quickly knew something was wrong in the car tho 🥺

The Stu vs Y/n staredown was unexpected. Y/n shouldn't have snapped, but Stu shouldn't have been condescending. The fact that he had the audacity to be like "You couldn't even last a couple hours in the hospital" just shows his lack of empathy for what Y/n went through and he's trying to show her that she 'needs' him.... don't make me laugh bro, she doesn't need NO MAN 😭🙄 'DOn'T COME CrYinG tO ME' Nah bro, I'll go cry to my mom instead 🙃

Not me leaving 4 paragraphs long review 🤪 Idc if this chapter was a filler, I loved it ❤

anon i love u so dearly :) i saw the start of your message while i was in class and got so so excited!! thank you so much this, i was feeling so unsure about part 3 bc of how messy my life has been!!

Yes the Gloria and Wells situation is weird!! That's part of the reason Y/n is so bothered by it, but let's just say Gloria's smart! They're there for a reason and it'll get revealed soon! but yeah, Gloria's def the type to date a guy for awhile before he lets them meet Y/n.

Also thank you for noting the medical accuracy 😭 my dad is a neurologist so i've been told quite a bit about head injuries!! i also did a bit of googling to confirm everything lol

i'm glad you liked the car moment!! i wanted something a little cute and domestic, especially bc they are definitely trying to make Y/n dependent on them so that she can't leave, plus it's not like they can make a real move on her, dating Sidney and Tatum is important for their plan and they know that Y/n isn't the type to (knowingly) be a side piece...but that's going to be shown a little more clearly in the next part :)

Also I feel like both Billy and Stu are so good a perceiving people, especially the one person they consider worthy of their genuine care, that they just instantly knew something was up. They can read Y/n better than she can read herself at this point.

also yeah both Stu and Y/n were being problematic that morning! Y/n's attitude was a combination of a lot of things. She was stressed and concussions can lead to mood swings so that was the main reason, but let's just say that Billy and Stu knew what they were doing when they were being a little touchy with their girlfriends. And, even though she doesn't fully realize it, it kind of worked. She was a tiny bit jealous and she's never really felt jealous over a guy before (especially the boyfriends of her best friends) and that, paired with some subconscious guilt and her concussion led to a bit of a tantrum. She wasn't the center of Stu and Billy's attention for one minute and she immediately chose violence😭 she's so real for that lowkey.

And on Stu's side, at first the fact that she was uncomfortable was kind of good for his ego. Like aw, she's jealous, she cares🥺, but then when she saw that she was actually unwell, he felt a tiny bit bad. Not guilty, just a tiny bit worried that something was going on with her head injury. So when he finally decided to ease up, and Y/n's reaction was to not only reject him but then to straight up not listen to him?? Stu was not having it, and it bothered him so much he low key forgot to act 'normal' and exposed his lack of empathy for a second.

also you’re actually so funny 😭 humble him!! he wishes he could go cry to his mom 🙄

thank you so much for the review!! it really made my day :)

#final girl fic #scream imagine #scream 1996 #sream x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #stu macher x reader #stu macher #ghostface #poly! ghostface #poly!ghostface x reader

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purplesurveys · 6 months

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When was the last time you had blood drawn? I want to say 2020 when I had that very very very very horrible fever that went on for too long that I ultimately just got taken to a hospital for a blood sample and see what the hell was wrong with me.

Does it bother you to have blood drawn or not so much? It bothered me in the past and it will most definitely bother me over and over again in this lifetime, lol. I'm horrified by needles and the idea of any sharp thing poking through my skin.

What show do you miss coming on television? I don't like watching shows as they are ongoing because I don't enjoy the suspense and cliffhangers much. That's why most of my favorites are already-concluded series.

What color is your toothbrush? It's white with blue accents.

Who would you say is your best friend at the moment? Angela.

How long have you two been best friends? 2005.

What would you say is one word to describe your personality? Uptight.

Do you have mood swings? They were much worse when I was younger, but while I still have them now they happen a lot less frequently and the dips and highs are not as bad. Like, the worst that could happen is me going silent and losing my appetite because I got a work message or something.

When was the last time you cried? A few days ago.

Are you an impatient person? This is again one of the things I used to be bad with but I've softened up over the last few years.

Do you ever wish on 11:11 or do you think it’s a sham? If I catch it then I would as just some kind of innocent/playful gesture I do for myself; but I don't actively wait for 11:11.

Are you the kind of person who has headaches a lot? Yes, usually by the end of the day because I spent 8 hours straight looking into a screen and often on max brightness too.

What color are your nails painted right now, if any? I never have my nails painted because I know I'd spend more time chipping it off.

Do you like dressing up for Halloween and other festivities? It's fun when there are plans for Halloween but, like, I also don't get FOMO when I'm not invited to any Halloween parties. That said the last time I dressed up for it was a year ago – I had to miss out on all the stuff this year because I got Covid.

Has your cell phone ever rung in class? It might have had, but very rarely. I always made sure it was on silent but I'm sure there were days where I simply forgot.

Do you sometimes think you aren’t as fortunate as others? Not a day. Especially in the context of where I live I'm very aware of my privilege.

Do you think any of your friends are whores? No.

Have you ever tried opening your eyes under water? I don't try, it's just something I've always done; the only time I don't is if I'm swimming at the beach because that shit stings.

How much do you text on your phone, on average? I wanna say it's an average of like 40-50 a week since I often have to text certain contacts for work-related reasons.

Do you think you have a good relationship with your parents? It's healthy, but I wouldn't call them confidantes or best friends.

Would you rather have a cat or a dog? Dog.

Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? Yes, but just once.

Are you better at grammar or math? Grammar.

Are you a paranoid person? A little bit, yeah. I'm a habitual overthinker.

Look out the nearest window. What do you see? The sky, a few trees, a couple of houses.

Has someone betrayed you lately? It certainly felt that way, lol. My sister and I made plans to watch Seventeen together but then we weren't able to secure tickets during the sale, and then she suddenly sprung on me that she wasn't willing to try getting tickets from resellers anymore. I've been feeling pretty pissed with how fast she was willing to flake on me.

What would you say is your favorite type of flower? Peonies.

Is there anyone who constantly compliments you? Not really.

Are you good at expressing your feelings? Yes I'm generally very honest when it comes to what I'm feeling.

Is there anything you wish you could be doing right now? Not so much 'what I'm doing,' but I wish I can be in the middle of a long break and not have to worry about going to work soon.

What color are your bed sheets? Blue.

What are you asking for, for Christmas this year? I would love to get a bunch of reed diffusers and a phone stand for my car this year, hahaha.

When was the last time you went out to eat? We had lunch outside today.

Do you normally fall asleep fast or slow? Fast, because I tend to turn in by watching stuff until I feel to sleepy to continue.

Does the majority of your wardrobe consist of jeans or sweatpants? Jeans. I have like one pair of sweatpants and even that I got as a freebie from work; it's not something I get a lot of.

How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Twice - start and end of the day.

Do you have a hint of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? I definitely have a few tendencies. Like going up and down the stairs five times in a row to make sure all the lights downstairs are turned off and all the doors are locked, before going to bed.

Who do you text the most? Work contacts.

What exactly was the last text you sent? It was thanking a media for joining us for our event yesterday.

Do you ever feel like just laying down and giving up? Usually on the weekdays if I'm having a difficult time at work.

Have you ever lied about your age? LOL once when I was 17 and wanted to try a drink. Then they asked for my ID and couldn't keep up the lie so I ultimately did not get said drink. I don't really have reasons to lie about my age at this point.

Lied about your name? Yeah but it's always just for innocent situations, like wanting to be called a different name for my Starbucks order.

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bloodybrowneyedgeek · 9 months

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The sun feels the same as he always does, I just got back to Georgia, it’s 2pm on a Monday in mid July and I’m home for the summer, back in my old town, equipped with new friends and old bed sheets, I settle into my freshly tidied room; my leave of absence has brought my parents to use it for storage. Looking around, “August 2022” still written on my whiteboard calendar, the last time I was here.

Packed into the car, it’s Tuesday, in between bags and thousands of questions- my parents and I start the drive to Florida. Strawberry picking. Yearly family tradition. I hope they’re juicy, I need something truly tender in my life. With the view going from oak trees to palm, I check my phone, a few new messages from my girlfriend, it’s hot, I’m bothered, I'll respond later.

Early Wednesday morning we get to our families summer home, my little cousins have seemingly been waiting for hours, I guess they’ve missed me, I’ve missed them too. I head up to my older cousins room. We've been best friends since we were little, and right now we have a lot to catch up on.

Late Wednesday evening is when we have dinner and it’s around 9pm when the last plate is washed and the final remnants of sweet strawberry juice are scrubbed from my arms. I met my older cousin's best friend this afternoon, he joined in on the strawberry picking. I like his hair, reminds me of a guy I used to know.

The next morning I respond to my girlfriend's influx of messages, constant updates on her day. My cousin's best friend doesn’t talk a lot, I enjoy the quiet.

Friday night, I get to act my age, i’m freshly seventeen, coming out of my shell and ready for summer to really begin, I tag along with my older cousin to a party

The music’s loud, Florida rap from people I've never heard of but my cousin's best friend seems to know every word so I watch his lips, trying to learn. I'm offered a drink, I take it , and then I take two more. The house is crowded and my stomach’s turning, I know the air is fresher outside so I take a step out.

My phone rings in my pocket, and I know who it is because we haven’t talked all day, and the vibration feels different with guilt. I would answer but right now my cousins best friend is in front of me, asking if I’d wanna go down to the river, together, just him and I

I hesitate but my answer is yes. We get there. Stepping over empty snail shells, we pick smooth stones and have a skipping competition, he wins. I blame it on the booze but we’re both woozy.

He scoots closer, takes my hand, admiring my nails and my ring. my phones going off again. my palms are sweaty and suddenly i’m nauseatingly hot, he knows why, he doesn’t care. By now it’s late, almost pitch black except for the moonlight, the stray dogs are out, I hear their howling. I jump a little when the sound gets closer and he takes the opportunity to comfort me, it’s a normal thing in their neighborhood. They've got a “puppy problem”.

We talk a little more and he scoots closer, my palms get sweatier. He smells like strawberries. we kiss. and suddenly I’m falling- metaphorically, landing at the bottom of a pit with bloody scraped knees, that are caked with red dirt. I get up, slip out of my flats and walk through the grass onto the sidewalk. The grounds real hot for it to be so late. At some point we end up back at his. The sun is up and his bedroom walls are painted bright orange.

#poetry #writing #summers end

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jeonqkooks · 9 months

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to my dearest beloved ♡ just like that, the tailend of summer is upon us. has the blistering heat been treating you alright? hopefully you kept yourself hydrated and fed to ward out fatigue. what have you been up to these days? has work been smooth? have you seen any movies or shows as of late? i certainly hope you've had time for yourself amidst the chaos of life, here and there.

i've taken the time to look through your blog to catch up the last little while, and remembered that you used to have a tag for me! i filtered through it and felt myself grow guilty since you left me posts and messages there that i hadn't seen -- i'm sorry for leaving you speaking into the void; for not answering your calls. i know it's not enough to respond now but for what it's worth, i'm eternally grateful you think of me and leave me behind notes for me to open up whenever i happen to swing by. i'll try to make up for a pixel of what you provide to me in these letters of mine ♡

you told me in a previous reply that you'll be going home in november! is that still the plan? how are you feeling about that? are you excited, nervous, a little bit of both? hopefully all goes smoothly by that time and you are greeted with love by your family. will you be staying long, for the visit? hopefully you also enjoy all the homecooked meals and mini adventures i'm sure you'll get up to. i've only ever gone to vn once in my life, when i was a tiny kid -- i don't remember much now. (other than the vendors selling bánh canh for breakfast and me burning my left calf on a motorcycle exhaust ;-; i still have the scar!)

as for about me the last little while, life has been dizzying but in a good way. (1) i've recently gotten promoted at work (*´︶`*) ! which is crazy to me, because i've only been working at my clinic for just over a year... i had maybe 48 hours of full-on freakouts about the matter, feeling the suckerpunch of imposter syndrome and anxiety, but it was ultimately my circle of those closest to me that encouraged me to take the position ;u; it's going to be a huge, HUGE professional shift for me but it will open more doors than i could imagine. i'll be biting my fist probably the first 3 months into this but! slow and steady!!! (2) truly entering the era of seeing friends getting engaged and going to wedding ceremonies, left and right. it's making me excitedly nervous of hoping one of my closest friends will pop the news one day too! (i will bawl my eyes out, rip me and my makeup.) my love and i have gotten to the point in our relationship where we freely say to each other things like do you think we could have that at our wedding too? and okay but a good portion of our budget should go to the food, duh HAHA many people are asking us when is our turn, as we're hitting 6.5 years in august, but we're obviously not ready yet -- and that's okay~ we got the roles down though, of who would organize/take care of what, since he knows how much planning helps me feel safe and secure (TヮT) (3) i'm optimistic of how my strained relationships with certain family members will pan out, since i've been actively going to therapy to help heal my inner child from feelings of abandonment and pressure of being the eldest girl. it's oddly taboo to talk about actually receiving therapy, despite it being encouraged all the time in modern day today; i always get a pitiful look whenever i tell someone in passing that therapy has actually been helping me the last two months. it makes me a little sad knowing judgment still circulates for mental health but i suppose it's more of a mental game for me to get over.

goodness, my letters are out of control in terms of length. i'm sorry for breaking your screen and possibly your brain, jen love. take your time with this -- and maybe you wish not to respond at all and that's okay with me too. just know that i'm thinking of you, wholeheartedly, and am sitting down with a cup of tea beside you for a chat.

i miss you, eternally. thương thương~

with all my love,

cee ♡

can you imagine the way i soared when i came back from making dinner to see this in my inbox.. every time you swing by i swear it makes my whole day :')

the weather has been so weird here lately. just last week i was feeling like a lobster being boiled alive lol and now it's so cold that everyone's busting out their sweaters and hoodies again. work is okay, altho i'm getting restless and i'm already on the hunt for the next thing 😰 one of my closest friends here (who's also my roommate) is moving away in a few days so i've also been thinking about moving to another country

i'm so behind on all of my shows bc i'm getting into TXT 😂 tho i did go and see Barbie yesterday and that was the first time i ever cried in a movie theater lol

i do mean it when i say that i miss you on tumblr a lot and whenever certain things happen, i just think "I WISH I COULD TELL CEE" 😂 i'll leave all my notes to you under your tag from now on hehehhee. but ofc please never feel guilty about not seeing them. i know my blog isn't the most organized space and chaos ensues here every day hahahaha, but more importantly i know you've got a lot of things going on and i'm just grateful that you're here in any capacity at all <3

the plan is still to go home in november! i bought my plane ticket back in may :D i'll only be there for about 3 weeks, which is kinda short considering i haven't been back since early 2020, but oh well. i had to coordinate with my sister so we could both be there at the same time (she moved to canada so now geographically she's even closer to you than i am 😂). from now on i'd like it if i could go back every year but we shall see how things turn out! i've been so excited about it ever since i got the ticket (tho i can't say i'm looking forward to the 16hr long flight) and i've had to start putting myself on a diet in preparation for three whole weeks of nonstop eating once i'm back home lol. believe it not, i have never had bánh canh in my 23 years on this earth 😂 am i failing my people 😂

congratulations on your promotion!! your friends have probably talked your ears off about this but you're so smart and hardworking and you deserve this so so much <33 i'm glad to hear that you've started therapy too. i know it's not a very widely accepted concept in our culture but it's a huge step, and i'm proud of you for taking it <3 every time you mention your beloved i just go :')) bc you two are so wholesome it's like maybe!jk coming to life 😂 happy 6.5-year anniversary to you in advance <3

you could send me a whole thesis-length letter and i'd still ask for more 😂 thank you for popping in and letting my july end on a happy note. love you and miss you always, thương thương ♡

#cee 💌#answered

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wlwmarvelenthusiast · 3 years

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Turn Your Luck

Summary: After a day filled with bad luck and a series of unfortunate events, Natasha manages to turn your day around

Pairing: Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: None

Words: 6,167

When you woke up in the morning and smacked your big toe off your bed frame, you didn't even think twice of it. It sent a jolt all throughout your foot, but after a few swear words, you were already feeling a little better. You didn't bother making the bed you'd just stood up out of. All your life you'd reasoned that it wouldn't be 24 hours before you just messed it up again. You grabbed a towel and moved into the bathroom. The hot shower made you forget all about the sore toe you'd been sporting only a moment earlier.

You were feeling great when you stepped out of the shower. The warm water had always instilled comfort into your very bones even this early in the morning. You wiped some of the condensation off the mirror to brush your teeth. The tube of toothpaste was completely empty, and the drawer where you usually kept the new ones was also barren. You rolled your eyes at your own irresponsibility, before brushing your teeth without any toothpaste and then using some mouthwash to try and compensate for it. You stepped out of the bathroom.

You got dressed in your favourite white shirt and black pants before making your way into the kitchen. You tossed your phone onto the counter as you passed it on the way to the small kitchen table. You were after the fruit bowl, which was already needing a refill. There were still a few apples left, though, and you were expecting to have one for breakfast. You were mistaken. You pulled the empire apple out of the blue bowl to find the bottom had grown immensely soft and was clearly not in any condition to be eaten. You were disappointed but tossed it into the compost bin and moved on.

Humming a soft tune as you moved, you popped a pod into the single-serve coffee maker and pressed start. You were moving toward the fridge in no time when a strange noise caught your attention. You whirled to face the coffee maker. Instead of the steady stream of coffee you usually got, it was spraying the hot liquid like it was a shaken pop can. You jumped behind the small island, using it as a shield. Thankfully, you'd managed to keep your white shirt safe from the wrath of the coffee. When it stopped, you finally dared step back into the kitchen. The dark liquid was dripping down every nearby surface. You huffed, running some paper towel across the biggest surfaces quickly.

You gave up on the coffee. It seemed you weren't going to get it anyway. You glared at the machine as if it had intentionally smitten you. Instead, you reached into the fridge instead and poured a glass of orange juice for yourself. You sipped it before setting it back onto the countertop. When your phone buzzed and indicated an incoming message, you reached for it. Your elbow hit your glass and it fell onto its side. The orange liquid spilled off the counter and into your white shirt. You gave the mess the middle finger, tossing a dishtowel on it to soak it up, with the intention of actually cleaning it after work. You already had to clean the coffee up anyway.

Any attempt at breakfast was abandoned. After the three kitchen incidents combined, you were convinced you'd be better off heading to some drive-thru on the way to work. Now in a new blue shirt, you grabbed your bag and headed out your front door. You unlocked your car, slid into the driver's seat, and hit the ignition. The car sputtered for a few seconds, before refusing to start. You tried again, and then again, before groaning, taking out your frustration on the steering wheel in front of you. You stood up and stepped back out of the vehicle, slamming the door behind you with much more force than necessary.

Then, it was off to the bus stop. You headed down the sidewalk to the nearest one, pulling out your phone as you walked so you could check your app to find out when the next bus was coming. When you saw big red letters informing you that the bus was halted until further notice, though, you had to refrain from throwing your phone hard into the concrete. You supposed you should have had a little sympathy for those in the accident that had halted your bus, but you couldn't find it in yourself right then. Your morning was not going well.

It was a good thing you hadn't smashed your phone against the sidewalk. It was the only thing you could use to get you to work now. You switched apps and ordered an Uber to come to pick you up. When the driver arrived, you climbed into the back seat and gave him the address of your place of work. He nodded and pressed his foot down on the gas. Your eyes had been glued on your phone, but your gaze flickered at the driver's movement. He was adjusting the mirror and you were absolutely sure he'd angled it to face you a little better. You could have puked when you realized the creep was checking you out. You didn't say anything, at this point just wanting to get to work and be done with it.

You practically sprinted into the building when you arrived. Security didn't seem to mind your rush, having seen your face every day for over three years anyway. You hopped up the stairs two at a time, faster than the elevator would have been able to carry you anyway. When you reached the meeting room door you took a few seconds to catch your breath, not wanting to seem too flustered in your professional environment. When you finally pushed the door open, everyone was rising to their feet. Their eyes all darted up to glance at you. You smiled sheepishly.

"You're late."

"I know, I'm sorry." That was honest. You might have been frustrated, but you hadn't wanted to inconvenience any of your coworkers as well. "I've really had a rough morning."

Your boss nodded. "We've all had those days. I'll send you an email and give you a summary."

You thanked him and left the meeting room with everyone else. You trudged into your office, throwing your bag to the floor, and refraining from slamming the door behind you. You collapsed into your office chair and closed your eyes for a brief moment. But you didn't have time for that. The paperwork on your desk needed your attention. You gave it. The hours you spent on all the files, emails, and documents were the smoothest thing that had happened all day, even if it was mind-numbingly boring and felt absolutely endless. It might have been smooth sailing, but it didn't brighten your spirits at all.

When your phone rang, you reached out blindly until you felt your hand come in contact with it. You shuffled it until it was upright in your hand. You were so completely absorbed in the document that was displayed on your computer screen that you didn't even bother to look at your phone as you fumbled to slide the answer bar. Only when the incessant ringing had finally ceased did you know you'd successfully answered the call. You hesitated before you slowly raised the phone to your ear, eyes still scanning the lines in front of you.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Hun."

Immediately you regretted not checking the caller ID before answering the phone. You could have kicked yourself. In fact, the move was so ridiculously and incredibly stupid that you could have beaten yourself to a pulp. The voice on the other end of the line was familiar, completely unwelcome, and not a surprise after having the day that you were having. You turned away from the screen, resting your elbow on the desk and massaging the migraine that was beginning to form in your forehead. You sighed heavily, sure she heard it.

"Hi," you stated. "What?"

"Hun-"

"Please stop calling me that, I already asked you."

You had asked her that. Multiple times. You'd broken up months ago after she'd broken your heart. Catching her in bed with someone else had left you shattered and unsure if you could trust anyone. You'd been okay for a couple months now after some comfort and reassurance from your best friend, who you were having dinner with tonight. You glanced at the time. Your attention was unfortunately brought back to the girl on the phone, though, when she sighed your name as if she were the one who was hurt. She had no right to be hurt.

"I just-"

"I'm working," you finally said bluntly. "Is it urgent?"

"No. No, I'm sorry. I... I can call you tomorrow."

You wanted to snap and tell her not to bother, but you didn't. You just nodded despite her not being able to see it, said goodbye, and hung up. Once more you were faced with the urge to smash the stupid phone. Once more you fought it, instead shoving it into a drawer so you could ignore it and work on the mountains of paperwork you had to get through before your six o'clock reservations. You got back to it. Soon enough, the information was able to push your ex far from your mind. You didn't want to think about her anyway.

It felt like it had been eons since you'd arrived at work, and yet, according to the clock in the corner of your screen, you still had over an hour until your reservation. You might have slammed your head down onto the desk in front of you had two things not stopped you. The first was the migraine that was still throbbing in your head, and the second was the ringing of your office phone. Even though you knew she couldn't call you on here, you checked the caller ID before you picked up this time. It was the front desk.

"Hey, Tamara. What's up?

"There's someone here for you. She said you're going to miss your reservations."

"Reservations? It's only 4:45."

Tamara hesitated. "Daylight savings. It's 5:45."

You had entirely forgotten about that and even if you hadn't, you would have expected the computer would auto-update something like that. But you had forgotten, and the computer hadn't jumped forward, and now you were going to be late, and you still hadn't turned in the file that you'd promised to turn in today. You groaned in frustration, but transferred the file to a flash drive, shoved it into your bag, and left your office. Clearly, everyone else had remembered the time change, as the office was empty.

You cursed all of your coworkers in your head. You made for the elevator. When you stepped on and hit the button to bring you down to the lobby, you actually crossed your fingers. With your luck, all of the cables on the elevator would snap and you'd plummet all the way to the parking garage and die in a fiery explosion. Thankfully, your little gesture of luck seemed to work, for the doors slid open safe and sound in the lobby. As you stepped out, though, your bag hit the door, and the company ID snapped off and slipped in that tiny little crack between the elevator and the floor and out of sight. You cursed loudly.

You didn't dare shine your flashlight down the crack to try and see how far it'd gone; either your phone would have gone down after it out the doors would have slammed shut on either side of your skull. Neither of those things were a chance you were willing to take. You abandoned your ID and continued to the front desk, letting Tamara know what had happened. She nodded in understanding before pointing out your best friend, who had come to collect you after you'd let her know this morning that you'd taken an Uber to work. You approached her and tapped her shoulder.

"Hey," she said brightly.

"Hey, Nat."

Natasha Romanoff was the best thing to happen to you all day. She was your very best friend. Too, maybe you wanted her to be a little more. She was the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid eyes on, the red waves on her head only accentuating her emerald green irises, which sparkled when she smiled at you. That was only her physical beauty. Though she was, to most everyone that knew her, a tough, scary Avenger, you knew it was a façade. Natasha was the kindest, most generous, selfless, and caring person you'd ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"Tamara tells me you forgot about daylight saving time started last night."

"Shut up," you grumbled.

"Irritable because you lost an hour of sleep?"

"Nat," you said, already feeling bad for snapping at her. You rubbed your head. "I'm not having the greatest of days."

That was how your friendship with Nat was. You both understood that not every day was a good day. She tried to convince you not to compare, but you especially understood that. Natasha had been through hell on Earth when she was a child and you wished with every fibre of your heart that you could bear some of that for her. But you couldn't, and you were sure that if you could have, she wouldn't let you. So instead, you understood the bad days, and in turn, she did too. When you stated that today was one of those days, she turned to you with concern sparkling in those beautiful eyes.

"You okay?" She asked.

Your heart fluttered when her hand took yours.

It was a friendly gesture, of course, but you couldn't help but wish it otherwise. You wanted to hold her hand and have it not be just as a friend. You wanted to be able to intertwine your fingers with hers and squeeze her hand tight and feel that constant touch against her. You didn't want it to be friendly, you wanted it to be more. You wanted it to be so much more. You wanted to call her yours and for her to call you hers. But she was just a friend, and it was far better than nothing.

You hadn't always believed that someone could fall in love without some sort of a romantic relationship leading up to it. Now you realized it didn't need to be romantic. You and Natasha were close. You were closer than you'd ever been with anyone before. Because of that relationship, you knew you loved her. You were head over heels in love with her at this point, and you'd realized that a little while ago when you caught yourself fondly admiring her as she drummed her fingers against the table, deep in thought. It was a habit that had once had the ability to drive you up the wall.

"Hello?" She tried again. Her hand squeezed yours.

Your stomach flipped. "Yeah. I'm alright. Just waiting for my bad luck to run out."

"What happened?"

"What didn't happen?" You scoffed. "My fruit is all spoiled, my coffee maker broke, I spilled orange juice on my favourite white shirt, my car won't start, my bus wasn't running this morning, my Uber driver was a creep, I missed my meeting, I almost missed our reservations, I lost my ID badge and... she-who-must-not-be-named called."

Natasha's eyes darkened, her hand gripped yours tighter, and her gaze moved to meet yours. You took a chance and swiped your thumb over the back of her hand to try and get her to ease the tension out of her muscles. It seemed to work, as she relaxed a little. Her shoulders moved back down, the crease in her eyebrow lessened, she loosened her grip on your hand and exhaled carefully. She nodded in thanks, green eyes once against soft and gentle as she searched your eyes. You knew she was looking for any hint of you being upset. You weren't, though. You were with her.

Natasha hated your ex-girlfriend about a hundred times more than you did. She'd begged you to let her sneak over to her house at night and slash her tires and egg her house. You'd given that a firm no, not wanting Nat to get in any sort of trouble. It was Natasha's idea to never speak her name again, and to burn a bunch of photos and clothes that were left behind at your house. She'd gone so far as to have the bench you'd once carved your names into removed from the park and replaced with a brand new one... on Tony's Starks card, of course.

"What did she want?"

"Dunno. I told her I was busy," you actually laughed a little for the first time that day. "It wasn't exactly a lie. I was swamped today."

"Hey, if Fury is overworking you, I'll kick his ass."

Imagining Natasha kicking Nicholas Fury's ass was utterly amusing. You had no doubt she could, but Fury was a force. She'd kick his ass and the next day half of S.H.I.E.L.D. would be at her doorstep to retaliate. But he was a good boss. It wasn't his fault you'd procrastinated your own work for days. That was on you, and you knew it. So, you shook your head no, he wasn't overworking you. She seemed satisfied by that, but the topic of your ex wasn't dropped yet.

"Next time she calls you can direct her straight to me."

"Tasha, you won't answer."

"Damn right I won't."

You laughed again. It brought a smile to her face too.

With that, you continued on down the street without another word of she-who-must-not-be-named. You had almost reached the restaurant where Natasha had left the reservations when you stepped on something that most definitely was not concrete. If Natasha hadn't had your hand, your leg sliding out from underneath you would have left you on your ass. She held tight to your hand, her other arm catching you around the waist. You had to force yourself from blushing red as a tomato.

You glanced down at what you'd stepped in and could have punched someone. The white paint that was being used on the storefront had spilled onto the sidewalk and of course, you'd stepped in it in your new, black shoes. You scraped the bottom of it off on the sidewalk, grumbling all the while. Natasha had let go of your hand when you'd tugged it away from her to wipe the excess paint on the side of your shoe onto the post of the 'no parking' sign next to you. It was still ruined, but at least you'd gotten enough off that you wouldn't stain the restaurant's floor.

"You weren't kidding with the bad luck, huh?"

You shook your head no. You motioned onward, though. She got the hint, and you closed the distance between you and the restaurant. You shifted your bag on your shoulder as you stepped in, hoping they wouldn't notice the wet paint you were tracking onto their floors. If you managed in and out without them seeing, you'd be alright. It was New York City. You were sure people had walked in with worse things on the underside of their shoes.

You watched Natasha closely as she gave her name for the reservation. You hated how the host eyed her even more than you hated how your Uber driver had eyed you this morning. You didn't want anyone to eye her like that. You wanted to be the only one allowed to look at her like that. You knew you weren't, though. You ripped your gaze away from where it had been travelling along her jawline just in time for the host to arrive and lead you to your table. You sat across from her, keeping your eyes down and you collected your thoughts.

"What are you having?"

When you looked up, her eyes were trained on you. Her eyes were your absolute favourite part of her. They always shone so brightly, and so clearly expressed whatever she was feeling. They sparkled like they could see into your very soul and were so deep you could get lost in them for hours. Even the colour was perfect. They were that amazing shade of green that had very quickly become your favourite colour. You often found you'd been staring into them for a little longer than what might be considered normal. Now was one of those times. You looked back down at the menu.

"I'm not sure. Definitely a drink," you hummed. "Though I might get poisoned."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't think your luck is so bad that your assassin will choose to poison you today."

No, because she would protect you from anything. She always had. You might have been a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and perfectly capable of protecting yourself, but she was always stepping in front of you to defend you. You couldn't say you minded. You liked having her at your back. Some people had a physical location where they felt safe. You didn't. Natasha Romanoff was your safe place. When you were with her, you felt like nothing in the world could touch you. She wouldn't let anything hurt you, and you wouldn't let anything hurt her.

Soon enough the waitress was stepping up to your table and taking your order. You gave yours first, opting for a simple fettuccine alfredo. Natasha gave hers, unaware of the way you watched her lips moving as she talked. When the waitress left and she looked back to you, your eyes were cast toward the window, watching a young couple pass by, huddled close together in the cool March evening. When she called for your attention and you gave it immediately, looking over to her. She sipped her wine as you did.

"You said your car wouldn't start?" She said.

"Yeah. It keeps sputtering on and on."

"I'll drive you home and take a look at it tonight. I know a thing or two about cars."

It was a good thing she did, because you knew absolutely nothing about what was going on under the hood of the car. All you could think was that maybe the battery had died on you, but that wasn't possible. If you'd left the lights on, you would have been able to see it through the window in your bedroom the night previous, and you hadn't. There was no other reason the battery could have been drained. You'd driven the car yesterday from your house to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York location. You might not have known what the hell was wrong, but Natasha would figure it out in seconds. The thought of her bent over to study the underside of the hood made you shiver.

The image was pushed from your mind when the waitress returned with your food. She placed your pasta down in front of you and you thanked her politely. She set Natasha's down as well. The redhead smiled widely and after double-checking that everything was alright, the server left the two of you to your dinner. Natasha glanced up at you, a very amused smile playing on her lips. You knew exactly what it was about, too. You'd gotten the wrong order and said absolutely nothing of it. Honestly, you didn't really care. At this point in the day, you just wanted to eat.

"You could've said something," Natasha teased.

"It's nothing. I'm hungry and this is just as good."

"We can still say something."

"It's fine," you assured.

"Let's stop and buy you a couple hundred good luck charms on the way back to your place."

You laughed aloud.

Dinner was good, despite having gotten the wrong order. You suspected that was due to Natasha's presence. The two of you had been exchanging stores of the craziest missions you'd ever gone on. Of course, she was winning. She was an Avenger. Your missions as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent were anything but boring, but they didn't compare to the alien invasion last year that Natasha had been at the heart of. You'd been helping from the edges of the city, evacuating civilians and the like, but you suspected she'd killed hundred more of the Chitauri than you did: one.

Before long you'd both finished, and the empty plates were cleared away. The server returned to you with the bill. You made sure your card was out before Natasha could even think about trying to pay. They collected your card, and you gave Natasha a very smug little smirk. She only rolled her eyes and thanked you softly. You thought all was said and done when the server returned. You prepared to leave but she shook her head, signalling you to stop what you were doing. She reached out, handing you your card back. You took it.

"I'm afraid the transaction isn't going through."

It seemed that your bad luck had struck again. You were fully confident that there was enough money in your account. There had been last night when you'd checked it, anyway. Either you'd had the misfortune of your card deciding to kick the bucket while you tried to buy dinner for Natasha, or even worse, someone had gotten into your bank account and cleared it out. That thought made your heart drop into your stomach as you reached for your phone, hardly noticing Natasha pulling out her own credit card this time.

You prayed for one tiny bit of luck today. Your prayers went unanswered. You logged into your online banking to find that someone had managed to get your credit card number and had been online shopping all day. Your card had long hit its limit and you were already dreading the phone call you were about to have with the bank. You huffed as you set your phone down roughly on the tabletop. Natasha glanced over at you as the server took her card this time. She raised an eyebrow. You were sure smoke was billowing from your ears.

"Luck isn't turning yet?"

You didn't answer that. "Thanks for dinner, Natasha."

She laughed. When the server returned her card and wished you both a good evening, she took your hand and dragged you back out the doors onto the noisy streets of New York. She was leading you back to S.H.I.E.L.D., where you knew she must have left her bike. When you got there, she scanned her ID and brought you both down into the parking garage. She brought you right to the motorbike and lifted the helmet off from where it was hanging on the handlebars. She reached out and set it on your head, doing it up underneath your chin. Her fingers brushed your skin as she worked at the straps.

"Normally I would never condone riding without a helmet, but I only have one. This head," she said, rapping her knuckles twice against the helmet on your head. "Is much more important than mine."

"Is not," you laughed. "There's hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but there's only six Avengers."

"And there's only one you," she insisted. "The helmet stays on that pretty little head of yours, and that's final."

That compliment seemed to awaken the butterflies in your stomach. They were still present when you both climbed onto the bike. They fluttered even more when Natasha told you to put your arms around her and hold tight. You could have stayed like this forever if she'd asked you to. You almost wanted her to ask you to, because you loved the ways your arms fit perfectly around her waist. Facing forward, she wasn't able to see the smile that was growing on your lips. Maybe all that bad luck was to make up for this.

Reluctantly, you took your arms off from around her when she pulled into your driveway. She put the kickstand down and took the helmet once you'd pulled it off and handed it back to her. You straightened out your hair a little bit in the reflection of your car window. Wordlessly, Natasha had moved to the hood of your car and tapped on the red paint to get your attention. You unlocked the car and popped the hood for her. She unhooked the latch and lifted it up, studying the inside carefully. That scene you'd been picturing earlier was coming true before your eyes.

"Start the car for me?"

You nodded. You dropped your bag on the doorstep, digging through the pockets until your hand had closed around your car keys. You withdrew them by tugging on the dinosaur keychain that Natasha had once given you after winning it at the arcade, where you'd spent hours at all the different games. You slid into the front seat, turning on the car when Natasha gave you the thumbs up. The car sputtered loudly. Then it made a sound you might have mistaken for a gunshot. The backfire nearly made you jump out of your seat. You quickly got out.

"You alright, Nat?"

"I'm good," she nodded. She moved away from the car. "It's probably just your spark plugs. When's the last time you had them replaced?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Hell if I know. I drop it off for a tune-up and expect them to tune it up."

Natasha laughed. "I'll grab some tomorrow and replace them for you."

You nodded. You watched as she reached up and grabbed the hood of the car, closing it again. She rubbed her hands against her pants. You clicked a button on your car keys, locking the doors. The lights flashed to indicate that it was indeed secured. You fiddled with the keys in your hand to get the house key out, opening your mouth to invite Natasha in as well, but found you couldn't find the golden key. You growled at nothing and dug through every pocket in your bag to see if it had fallen off in there, but there was no trace of it.

"My house key is missing."

Natasha actually laughed at this. "Did you walk under a ladder this morning? Spill the salt? Break a mirror?"

You glared at her. "Can you help me get in through a window?"

She nodded. You both moved around to one of the windows that you'd left open last night, after telling her you weren't sure you had locked it when you shut it this morning. Indeed, she found that once you'd removed the screen, she was able to slide the window open. You linked your fingers together to make a spot for Natasha to use for leverage. You boosted her through the open window and then moved back to the front door just as you heard the deadbolt slide out of place.

"My hero," you grinned as she opened the door. "I owe you a drink. Come on."

"I still have to drive home."

"Stay the night," you offered. "If you don't, I could very well just get murdered tonight."

Natasha laughed. "Well, I'd better stay and make sure you're okay, then."

You smacked her gently. She knew her way around your small bungalow well, having visited what could have easily been a million times. She made herself at home on the couch, tossing her leather jacket beside her. You moved into the kitchen, only paying half a glance at the towels you'd thrown over the two spilled beverages. You poured the both of you a drink and then brought them into the living room, kicking back on the couch beside her. You grabbed the remote, clicking the TV on. The screen lit up the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the beautiful face beside you that had been illuminated. You turned back to the screen.

"I can put Netflix on," you said, pressing a button. "What do you want to watch?"

"Can I test your luck?"

"What?" You responded, turning your full attention to her.

She didn't offer an explanation. You felt her hand touch your thigh. Your breath hitched and the remote almost fell to the floor. You managed to set it down on the table as your cheeks began to burn red. She left her hand there for a few seconds before it slid away, letting you take a moment to remember how to breathe. Her hand moved away and wrapped around her glass. You knew how obvious you were being when you watched her touch the rim to her lips and the slight movements in her neck as she swallowed the alcohol. You needed a drink too, but you were frozen.

"I just mean... I could either turn your luck around or just maintain the bad luck."

You still didn't know what she meant. She was setting her glass down on the coffee table. Her eyes searched yours and you were once again tossed into the sea of green that you were so obsessed with. When she leaned forward and connected your lips, though, you lost sight of emerald green. Her eyes had shut and only a second later, yours had fluttered shut as well. You put a hand on the back of her neck to hold her closer and moved your lips with hers. You wondered briefly if you were dreaming. You didn't have long with your thoughts. Your mind was so overcome with whatever was happening right now.

Natasha pulled back. Her hand had, at some point, moved back onto your thigh, and was resting there gently. Your hand moved to cover it. She flipped hers over so that her fingers could intertwine with yours and for the first time, it didn't feel like it was just in a friendly manner. It felt so much more than that, just liked you'd wanted it to. Your eyes moved from there up to her face. She had been studying you intently. You'd never seen Natasha Romanoff look nervous. Not until that very moment. You chuckled a little, nervousness in your chest as well, and let your eyes fall.

"You definitely turned it," was all you said.

"Yeah?"

"By a long shot. I mean, I think this amount of good luck was enough to actually balance out the bad luck."

You didn't know Natasha could giggle, but she did. The sound made a smile immediately spread over your face. You reached out and took her hands in your own. You leaned forward and kissed her again, infatuated with the feeling of her soft lips pressed against yours so rough and yet somehow so soft. One of your hands pulled out of hers so it could thread through the red waves on her head. You'd wanted to do that for so long. She only pulled back when you'd both lost your breath. Your forehead rested against hers and you could smell the whiskey on her breath.

"Do you know how long I've wanted that?" You breathed.

"I'd guessed it, but I thought it was just my imagination because I wanted the same thing."

You laughed. She put her hands on your shoulders, pushing your back down against the couch and then putting her knees on either side of your waist. Her lips were on yours again, a little hotter this time. You didn't complain. You just let her lean down over you and kiss you and run her hand down your side. You only raised a hand to her chest and pushed her away when you once more felt the need for oxygen burning inside your chest. She didn't move far, face inches from yours, studying you this time from above. You blushed under her gaze.

"I... I've felt really strongly about you for a while," you said, hand moving so you could trace your fingertips across her cheek. "You know what I mean?"

"Are you trying to tell me you love me without saying you love me?" She asked, the teasing back in her voice again. "Because you're not going to scare me off. You can say it if you want."

"I love you, Natasha."

"I love you, too."

You couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't funny in any way, but maybe it was the relief trying to find a way out of your body. The sound seemed to make Natasha's eyes, sparkle. Your heart softened and the laughter fell from your lips and you didn't move a muscle. Her face was so beautiful looking down at you like it was. You felt so right having her touch you like this and touching her the way you were. Her hands were holding her torso up above yours and yours were touching her face so gently. It wasn't like a friend touched a friend anymore.

"Thanks for turning my luck."

"Are you kidding me? I'm the lucky one."

"I think we're both really fucking lucky, Natasha. Thank you."

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kaz11283 · 3 years

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Of Course I'm Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"One time, one dam-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mr-nobodys-stuff · 3 years

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Uraraka Is Here

"Oh come on! Is that all you got?" The villain yells.

"Not in the slightest," you smirked. A plan already forming.

"Well then show me!" He throws a spear of water at you.

You miss it by spinning in the direction of an alley. One of the buildings had collapsed and is now leaning on the next. Miraculously, this made for a perfect opening for you to just slip through.

"Yeah, I've got a plan. It's my favorite actually! Called running away," you mumble to yourself. Tiny cuts and soaked clothes are not ideal things in this particular situation.

This villain, calls himself Hydrant, started chasing you after people on the train pointed out the fact you went to U.A. And now, thanks to them, this idiot is trying to see what he can get out of you. Which is much considering you work better in the search and rescue department over the offensive or defensive parts.

You slide into a small store and rush through. It consisted of four tiny stores all connected with archways in a strip.

Your phone buzzed from a message. Catching your breath, you decide to check it real quick.

"Yo y/n, where are you? Class just started," Kaminari said in the group chat. Hero training must've come first today. Ever since the school had been compromised, everything's been changing. Including the order of classes.

"Got a little caught up. I'll be a bit late," you texted.

"'A little' differs from person to person," Todoroki chimes in.

"Are you ok?" Uraraka says.

"I'm actually being chased by someone," you glance outside to see that water had started to flood the street. People rushed out of their cars and off the streets and into buildings.

Your phone buzzed a few times, but Hydrant starts around the corner with a killing smirk.

"Everyone stay inside! The walls should hold the weight! If they start to crack, go up!!" You push your way through to the other end of the strip of stores. "Make sure all the doors stay shut!"

"Yes ma'am!" The employees nod, happy that SOMEONE had given somewhat good orders.

You hurried out through the roof and started making your way towards the ocean. "Hey Tap Water!!! I'm over here!!" You throw a pebble at him.

"There you are you twerp!!" He calls all his water upwards and throws it at you. Before the water could reach you, you felt something wrap around your waist and take you up.

"Gotcha!"

"Huh?" Uraraka came into view once she stopped going up and stopped. "Uraraka, you came for me?"

"Of course I did! You never answered my question so I thought you were in trouble!" She smiles.

"Well you were right!" You smiled back.

A large gust of wind pushed you guys away. A strand of tape grabbed hold of the two of you and pulled you back to the ground.

"Don't worry Young y/n! The villain's all taken care of!" All Might huffs.

"Thanks guys," you smiled, a tiny flush coming to your cheeks. Uraraka, All Might, Sero, Midoriya, and Tokoyami hadn't hesitated after hearing you were in a tough spot.

"I had thought it was weird when you didn't show up for class," Tokoyami said.

"Yeah! When Uraraka saw that you were in trouble, she didn't hesitate to wait for the rest of us," Sero grinned.

"That was a very nice response, Uravity," All Might chuckled.

"Oh it was nothing really! I just wanted to get here immediately so there was as little damage as possible! That's it! I swear!" She flails and her face goes red.

"I don't know if rushing to someone's aid without thought is exactly a 'nice resp-" Tokoyami mumbles to himself.

"We should all head back to class now! We are cutting into your precious training of course," All Might says.

"Yes sir!" You all nod and follow him to school.

Uraraka held onto you and floated the two of you back to class. 'Just in case you were more injured than you thought' she'd worried.

Of course, you were perfectly fine...

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

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You took a shaky breath in as you stopped midway of putting a clean sheet on the bed Mikasa would be sleeping in. The room still had some of her old stuff in it, it's just no one ever came in here after she left. You looked around at all the items she left behind. Smiling fondly at an old picture of you two, you noticed a small figure crossed out in the background. Glancing at the rest of the photos on the shelf, you noticed that every photo had something crossed out.

After looking at each picture, you came to the conclusion the figure was Jean. She must have only taken the photos without him and did this to the rest. You frowned and walked back to the bed. Carefully, you climbed onto it and propped a few pillows up to support you as you leaned back.

For the first time in two years, you got a good look around the room. On the side of the room with the door, there was a large glass window overlooking the balcony above the living room. You always found it strange that she chose a room like that when she usually kept those blinds shut. Her bed was in the middle of the room with a tv mounted on the wall across from it. On the other side of her bed, there were a couple of bean bags below the bay window that looked out on the driveway.

You sighed and took out your phone, pulling up old texts with Mikasa. The last time you texted her was three months ago when you got too drunk at one of Reiner's ragers.

mikasa

mikasas pleasdse

come home

i miss you

i miss you so much

we all miss you so much

come home to me.

She didn't respond to that and you wouldn't know if she even looked at it. She turned her read receipts off for everyone after the first week of trying to contact her. The only time she had ever contacted anyone was two weeks after she left the house.

Don't look for me. Don't contact me.

You got a lot of your friends asking if you got the same message. She sent the same thing to everyone who tried to get in contact with her. You still didn't know where she was or what she was doing. The only thing you knew was that she was coming home the next day. You sighed. Suddenly, you didn't feel like cleaning anything else. You briskly walked out of her room and dialed the number of your best friend.

"Hey, Y/n! What's going on?" Sasha's cheery voice rang through the line.

"Hey hey, Sasha. I'm doing great. At least, I think I am. Do you wanna go somewhere? You can pick me up? Or I can pick you up if you like."

"I'll come to pick you up, honey bunny, don't you worry." You heard her struggling with her keys on the other side of the line and snorted at the noise.

"Need some help, Sash?" You grinned while skipping steps.

"Fine, thanks." She grumbled. "I'll be there in fifteen! You stay put!" She briskly hung up.

Sasha had been your best friend ever since Eren's nineteenth birthday party. She caught you and Eren coming back inside just as she was about to leave, with half the pantry in her arms. She asked for your number to make plans to hang out and chat sometime. You happily obliged, which was probably the happiest thing you had done that night.

You tossed your phone onto your bed as you walked into your room. Your room was on the first floor. You got first pick since you were the one who inherited the house. The house was big and beautiful. It was also on a lake. Perfect for the parties Eren and Jean loved to host. Perfect escape from paparazzi.

Your room had big glass doors that opened to the balcony that wrapped around the back of the house. You had a great view of the lake. The room was painted white. There was a black marble fireplace in one wall with a small wardrobe you used for storing memorable items to the band. You didn't need to use it for clothes since you had a walk-in closet in the big bathroom you partly shared with your bandmates. Jean liked to use the large bathtub.

You collapsed onto the bed and stared into the vanity mirror next to it. It was then when you realized you were still in your pajamas. "Oh shit." Your eyes widened as you hurriedly stumbled over to the closet, falling over once.

You grabbed a pair of baggy sweats and a big t-shirt. With duck socks, of course. The outfit didn't look much different than your pajamas but Sasha would probably be wearing something similar.

You threw your hair into the easiest hairstyle you could muster. You grabbed your boots and hopped up and down while trying to put them on while also leaving the room. "Jesus." You muttered.

Your phone vibrated, signaling that Sasha was here. "I'm heading out with Sasha! You're on your lonesome!" You called out to wherever Armin was in the house.

"Okay! Don't be back too late!" He shouted back.

You laughed aloud as you realized how much he sounded like a dad. You opened the front door and ran to Sasha's car. "Let me in!" You knocked on the passenger window as she reached around to find the button that unlocks the door. Once it was unlocked, you swung open the door and hopped inside.

"Nice outfit," was the first thing she said to you. You glanced at her outfit and scoffed. Your predictions were correct, she was wearing something similar.

"Gee, thanks." You gave a lopsided smile and rolled your eyes.

"Where to, honey bunny?" Sasha said, giving a mock salute while her other hand rested firmly on the steering wheel. You giggled and thought about it. You called her on such a whim that you forgot to even plan anything.

"Uh how about Brain Freezes? I could really use a catch-up with Connie right about now." You suggested.

"That sounds like a great idea! Turns out you do have a brain up there." Sasha snickered.

"Oh good one, because you're the real genius here, clearly."

After a lot of lighthearted banter, you arrived at Connie's workplace. Sasha aggressively grabbed the door handle and slammed it open, causing the bell to fall off its perch and land on your face. "Oops." You grimaced and bent down to pick up the bell. You rang it in front of her face.

"Sasha! Y/n! My two favorite customers!" Connie jumped up and down on the other side of the counter. "How can I assist you ladies today?"

"I'll have the usual." You gave a half-hearted smile, head still impaired from the bell. Sasha had quite the habit of accidentally hurting you.

Sasha snatched the bell from your grasp and started ringing it. She announced her very long order that you could barely keep up with, but Connie was used to this kind of thing, especially with her.

You noticed one of his coworkers scowling at Sasha. You didn't like Floch, to say the least. He was always inviting himself to your parties but he was rude to all of your friends at the same time. He noticed your gaze and smirked.

He strutted over to where you stood, pretending to become very interested in toppings. "How are you, Y/n? It's been a while huh?" He leaned over your shoulder in a way that workers shouldn't with their customers. You made a hasty effort to slip away from his presence.

"It really hasn't. I came here last week. I come here every week and you say that every time." You usually tried to be nice to Floch, but today you didn't feel like being nice.

"Well, even a day without you feels like an eternity." He flirted horridly. You stared blankly at him until he awkwardly cleared his throat and traded spots with Connie at the register.

Connie took off his apron and handed you and Sasha your orders. "Sorry about him. That guy really can't take a hint even if it's right in front of his face." He shot Floch a venomous glare. "Luckily, you guys got here right as my shift ended! Wanna get out of here?" His previous anger seemed to dissipate in an instant.

"Yeah, I do! Where should we go?" Sasha beamed with her spoon still in her mouth.

"Can we just drive around? I've got something I wanna tell you guys." You played with your spoon in the ice cream, averting eye contact.

"Sure thing, Y/n. Let's go." Sasha and Connie said in unison.

Sasha let you drive her car since she was preoccupied with her mountain of ice cream. Connie didn't have a car, he failed his driver's test every time he took it. You'd think he'd learn most of the material by now. "Hey, Y/n?" He asked from the backseat.

"Yeah?" You nodded to him.

"Are you gonna finish that?" He said, referring to your cup of ice cream in the front cupholder. You sighed.

"Go ahead." He thanked you over and over as he leaned over and snatched it.

"So, Y/n? What was it you wanted to tell us?" Sasha wiped her hands on her pants and set the empty container in an extra cupholder.

You gripped the steering wheel harder then relaxed. You took a shaky breath in. "Mikasa is coming home tomorrow."

Connie started choking on your ice cream. "I know, I had the same reaction." You quipped.

"Mikasa..is...WHAT?" Connie managed between coughs.

"After all this time? It's been two years. Tomorrow? That's so sudden! Are you even ready to see her?" Sasha's mouth was gaping open. You leaned over and shut it for her.

"Yes, tomorrow. I still have to get the house ready. I couldn't even make it through her old room without calling you. Jean told us this morning. I don't think we should be worried about me being ready to see her. I think we should be more concerned about her and Jean." You informed. "But, then again, she told Jean about her return first. Plus he's picking her up tomorrow at the airport. So based on that, I think they're on better terms."

"You don't think they'll get back together, do you?" Connie said, his eyebrows furrowing.

You snorted. "Of course not. You know Jean is with Marco now, and he seems pretty happy with him. They've been together for two years now, probably longer if I'm being honest."

"Then what do you have to worry about?" Sasha asked, confused.

"Are you joking? I mean, what if she has found someone? What then? What if she quits the band forever? What if we argue? She dropped off the map two years ago. Completely. She stopped responding to me, to all of us. For two years I thought she lost her interest in everything and went to live a new life, with people better than me. And now she's coming back, out of the blue! It's too much." You stressed.

Connie and Sasha made quick eye contact. "Y/n, I think you're reading too far into it. I doubt anyone could lose interest in you. You're too cool! Let's look on the bright side, she's ready to come home and you finally get to see her again," Sasha said in an attempt to lift your spirits. You smiled graciously. You really were lucky to have a friend like her. "Right, Connie?" She gestured to Connie who looked very deep in thought.

"Didn't you and Mikasa go out in high school?" You almost crashed the car from the shock of the question.

"Briefly, yes. But we weren't 'going out' so to speak. We just, like, made out a couple of times." You could feel your face grow hot at the subject. You thought you were over your crush on Mikasa, but after hearing that she was coming home, the familiar feeling was coming back.

"You're going red, Y/n. I think it was more to you than just a make-out." Connie grinned while Sasha wiggled her eyebrows.

"You're totally in love with Mikasa!" Sasha sang.

"Shut up, you two. I don't wanna get into the details right now." You couldn't even try to hide your heated face since you were the one driving the vehicle.

"Not right now? So maybe somewhere down the line, you will?" Sasha raised her eyebrows and broke out into another infectious grin.

"Whatever, Sash. Enough about Mikasa and me. I really wanna hear about you and Niccolo." You gave her a similar grin while she slowly turned red.

"Nice one, Y/n!" Connie cheered.

"You idiots should just shut it!"

posted: 8/24/21

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

#mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #mikasa ackerman #band au #modern au

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I've Got A Coupon (18+)

Part 6

Taehyung: Visit to the Toy Store

Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1340

Valentine’s Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl…

Erotic movie night

Massage with a happy ending

lap dance

Voyeur, look but don’t touch!

Naked Chef, dining al fresco

Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

Series Masterlist

4:20 pm.

Tae: I swear if you're a minute late I'm going to be so mad.

Y/N: Listen bitch, I'm ahead of schedule and outside your door. Why aren't you answering?

Tae: I'm already IN the car, motors running, LETS GO!!

"Impatient much?" he was already pulling away before you'd had a chance to do up your seatbelt.

"Y/N I don't think you know how excited I am"

"Ah, I think I do. You sent me like 10 messages yesterday."

"I needed a plan! We have such a limited time to try so many things."

Walking into the store he was like a kid in a candy shop. "So what are we after Tae? Are we looking for you or for me?"

"I think we should just buy a bunch of stuff and see what we like best."

He held up a large rabbit vibrator and smiled, "You should get this for when you miss me."

You linked your arm through his and whispered, "I already have one. It's nice and all but you're bigger."

His bashful boxy smile took over his face with pride. "So if the cock parts covered what about your clit? I read some good reviews about suckers?" He grabbed a pretty rose gold one from the shelf.

"I've never used one but I'm down for it." He threw it in the basket.

"What about you? There's Stokers...prostate massagers...a cock cage?"

"Yes. Put them in the cart."

"It's a good thing you're rich."

His face suddenly lit up. "What do you think about those?" he pointed.

Following his finger you looked towards the bondage section. "For real?"

He pulled down a pretty little black whip and tapped it into his palm, "Yes?" he cocked a brow mischievously.

"Then hell yes."

Going your separate ways you each went around picking things for the other.

You stood at the lube table when you felt him behind you. His fingers made their way under your skirt pushing your panties aside.

"From the feel of things down here you wont need any of that. Hold still."

You felt a push at your opening, he was sliding something inside you. "Tae, you can't just," it began to vibrate.

"I can't just what? Because I think I can, and just did."

It stopped. Turning to look at him he held up a little remote so you could see it. "Sorry, I'm on a time limit and there's pleasure to be had."

Finally making your way to the checkout the cashier eyed you both up and down. "Looks like a fun party."

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Just a typical Sunday afternoon."

Almost at the end, bags full, he threw the last empty box on the counter.

"Oh, sorry sir this box is empty."

He glanced at you and winked. "Sometimes she just can't wait, it's embarrassing honestly."

You looked at the cashier and shrugged, "He just doesn't understand how horribly inadequate he is."

Grabbing his credit card she rolled her eyes.

Laughing all the way to the car you were enjoying how relaxed Taehyung was. "You know, despite being a cocky shit you're pretty cute."

“Don’t forget sexy.” The vibrator came to life inside you, and agian at every red light on the way home. "I want you all worked up for me by the time we get back. Consider this foreplay."

When you got back to his room you'd managed to clock in at 52 minutes. "We've got an hour and a half."

You tore your clothes off and dumped the bags all over the bed. "What do you want me to use?"

He picked up the sucker, "This one. I've seen videos of girls squirting really hard with them. What do you want to use on me?"

"I want that Prostate massager in your ass when you fuck me."

"Excellent choice! Close your eyes and pick a lube."

You ran a stream of lube up the massager. "Spread em"

He bent over so you could insert the toy. His lack of questions and resistance clued you in to the fact that he was no stranger to ass play. "How's that, does it feel good?"

His cock was twitching, answering yes, and it was too irresistible to keep your mouth off for another second.

Gripping his enormous length you wrapped your lips around him. He was so hard, an hour's worth of excitement built up like a pressure cooker ready to blow. He moaned, "So good."

"You'd better not cum yet."

"I don't know how long I can hold out. You'd better give me that pussy."

On your hands and knees you backed yourself towards him. He slowly pulled out the vibrating egg and tossed it beside the bed. Lubing up the rim of the Satisfier he passed it to you. "Put it on your clit for me."

Pressing the button it came to life, little pulses of vibration surrounding your bud. "Oh fuck," you cried out.

"Baby your pussy is already clenching you should see it. This is so hot." He lined himself up and slowly pushed into you with a moan.

The sucker was too powerful, you kept taking it away when you got to close, edging yourself with it over and over.

"Don't you want to cum?"

"No, I want more."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

He reached around your neck and buckled the leather collar. "Is that okay? It's not too tight?"

He hooked the leash on, "God you look so pretty like this. Can I take some pictures?"

You could see the flash from the camera going off. He'd pause fucking you to take shots when his dick was stuffing you just right. Wrapping the leash around his hand he tugged gently pulling your head back instructing you to look at the lens. "I want your little pussy to squirt for me, can you do that?" I want pictures of it so I can masturbate with that stroker later."

Grabbing the tiny riding crop he flicked it across your ass cheek. Just a sting, enough to heighten all the other sensations. "Do you think you can take a plug?"

All you could muster was a small "please." You hadn't reached your climax but the pleasure and stimulation were overwhelming your senses.

His finger ran around the ring of muscle, "Medium I think." The cold metal made you recoil. His large hand grabbed your hip, fingers digging in holding you firm as he pushed it slowly into you. "

You're such a good little girl, taking it all."

He was having fun caressing your ass cheek and praising you then whipping you with the crop all while dragging his excruciatingly large cock in and out.

"I'm so close."

He yanked the leash. "I need you to put the sucker back on your clit. Behave for me, put it on high and don't take it off until this bed is soaked."

You did as you were told. Whimpers lingered in the air as the Satisfier sucked the orgasm from your clit. Taehyung cried out as you clenched around him milking him for his load. Unable to hold it in any longer you signaled him with constant cries of "yes, yes," that he should have his camera ready. As the flashes went off a steady spray of liquid covered his bed.

You both collapsed in a fit of giggles. "Wow."

"Yeah." you struggled to catch your breath.

"Come over here, the beds not wet on this part." Holding you against him for a few minutes you almost fell asleep.

Jarred back to reality the alarm on your phone went off. "That sucks," he frowned. "I can't believe we didn't even get to use half the toys we bought."

You pulled your clothes back on. "After what we just did, I'm pretty sure I'll be back." You gave him a big kiss and smiled, "Really soon."

Part 7: Jungkook - Dirty Movie

#taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyung #tae #bts #studio sessions

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