#He used to have a hood in the series but they got rid of it but I still like to draw him with it

[redstarwriting]

bestie | hobie’s version

black cat!fem! reader becoming besties with Hobie

request?: yes LMAO

request: continuation of my original fic “bestie”

requested by: literally everyone omg

word count: 2.8k

genre: platonic and chaotic

warnings:  language, stealing, monarchy slander, mentions of homelessness, knives, a sword

a/n: ok y’all, i thought of a way to continue this post as a series. maybe i’ll make a ‘bestie’ masterlist? 

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The friendship between you and Hobie formed fast. So fast. Faster than Miguel expected, even. You and Hobie literally became best friends immediately. He fucked with your attitude, which you knew already, but when he learned what you do? Best friends. “So, let me get this right, mate, you’re a global superstar—”

“Yep.”

“But you steal from the rich—”

“Mhm.”

“And you give to the poor—”

“Right.”

“Like some kinda famous Robin Hood?”

“Precisely,” you nod and he raises an eyebrow at you. The two of you are chilling in your penthouse apartment in a building that you own. He’s mindlessly strumming on his guitar, looking out at Nueva York from your balcony/rooftop, and questioning you. He thinks you’re cool, but he can’t help but be weary of sitting in such an expensive place. “Love the sentiment, really do, but ain’t bein’ a superstar… counteractive to all ‘at?” you shrug. “The majority of my money goes back to charities. I keep some of it, obviously, but I prefer giving back.” You lean back against a chair. “Besides. I grew up with nothing and basically no one. Feels kinda nice having a place like this.” “I guess, but donthca think buyin’ the ‘ole buildin’ was a bit overkill?” “No, actually. I pay for everything in this building and let homeless kids and teens in need, like me at that age, live in the rest of it free of charge,” you explain, taking a sip of your water. He stops strumming his guitar. “‘Scuse me?” you look over at him to see him staring at you with a look of disbelief in his eyes. You chuckle. “Don’t look so shocked. I like giving back, that’s the least I could do. Besides, I have a soft spot for kids being on the streets like that. No child deserves to suffer like that,” you explain and he shakes his head. As someone who was homeless as a child and well into his teenage years, hearing you say that actually makes him respect you loads more. “You should talk to some of the rich assholes in my world. Talk some sense into ‘em,” he mumbles, and you shake your head. “Rich people are inherently assholes.”

“You’re rich.”

“And I’m inherently an asshole. Self-awareness is key, Hobart,” you say and he rolls his eyes. “Not like ‘em assholes, though. They parade ‘round their wealth, pretendin’ the citizens in the city ain’t dyin’, starvin’… always stickin’ the pigs on us like we ain’t worth nothin’,” he mumbles, and you frown. “They’re lucky they have someone like you to stand up to them,” you say, and he nods. “Bloody right. ’s what I do. But there’s always a new person who gets in the way after I take down the first one,” he sighs, beginning to pick at the strings of his guitar again. You hum in agreeance. “Heard you bashed Norman Osborn’s head in with that guitar.”

“I did. It was bloody brilliant. But ‘en, after ‘im, these new Nazis showed up. Don’t even get me started on the new fuckin’ PM now,” he groans, and you shake your head. “Governments are ass. And I come from a non-monarchy. Can’t even imagine what yours is like,” you mumble and he frowns. “After I got rid of Norman, the new Prime Minister stepped in. Got rid a’ one evil and gave another one a open invitation.”

“At least you got rid of one of them. You’ll get the other one in time.”

“As much as I want ‘at to be true, I got the crown to worry ‘bout. Spewin’ all their rubbish to everyone, distractin’ ‘em all from the real issues goin’ on with their fancy jewels and blood money,” he stopped playing again, using his hands to show his disgust to you. “Jewels, you say? Money?” you smirk, and he rolls his eyes. “Is ‘at all ya got from ‘at, ya bloody klepto,” he asks, and you shrug. “Not all. Large portion. What do you say we fuck with them?” you suggest, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “And ‘ow d’you reckon we do ‘at?”

“Well, I, for one, am partial to the jewels and money you mentioned,” you grin at him, and he cocks his head to the side. “You wanna steal the crown jewels? Mate, I ‘ate to break it to ya but it’s not just one jewel. Or money. It’s a collection of shit.”

“And? You act like I’m a beginner at this shit,” you say, snorting and finishing your water. He smirks. “Serious?”

“Would I ever joke about making rich assholes panic?” you grin, taking your sweatshirt off to reveal your catsuit. You slip on your gloves and wink at him. “Let’s go, mate,” you imitate his accent and he jumps up, opening the portal to his world. “You got a plan?” he asks as the two of you enter, and you shrug. “Not necessarily, but they won’t even know I’m there.”

“Cocky, ain’t we?” Hobie teases and you giggle, shrugging. “I’m good at what I do.” “The jewels are protected. And on display. Dunno ‘ow you plan to get ‘em, but I’m excited to see it ‘appen,” he says as you step foot in his flat. You grin. “I have my ways. I say we hit it when it’s like 2am. Which luckily for us is in… right now, actually.”

“Ain’t this late gonna be expected?”

“Yes. I love a challenge,” you smirk and he shakes his head. “You’re mental.”

“But you like it.”

“Love it. No one ever actually wants to do shit like this with me,” he says and you shake your head. “Can’t imagine why. This is about to be so fun,” you smirk, and he nods, giving you a fist bump. “So just ‘ow are wee expectin’ this to go down? Am I meant to come inside with ya?,” he asks and you shrug. “Didn’t expect you to, honestly. Figured you’d be distracting the cops so I can get in there anyways,” you explain and he nods. “I can do ‘at. If I’m lurkin’ round the guards’ll ‘ave a fit.”

“Your accent gets thicker when you’re home, how is that even possible?” you say your thoughts out loud, and he rolls his eyes. “What is it with all of you and my accent. ’s just the way I talk,” he grumbles, and you laugh. “Because you get so annoyed by it. At least that’s why I do it,” you say, and he shakes his head. “No wonder Miguel ‘ates you.”

“Hey! He doesn’t hate me! He just strongly disapproves of all of my life choices and urges me not to speak to him most of the time,” you feign offense, and Hobie holds his hands up in surrender. “Now, where are these jewels held?” you ask looking out at the city through his window. He looks out, pulling his mask on. “Tower of New London. They moved the most important pieces overseas so the new Queen could ‘ave a second coronation over ‘ere. ‘ave ‘em on display for the public to see. Make money off it,” he explains and you scoff. “That’s fucking stupid. Are you sure they’re real?”

“Oh, yeah. No doubt. Like I said, they love flauntin’ their wealth,” he says, and you grimace. “Gross. Can’t wait to take them,” you say with a smirk. “Need a lift, love?” he asks, holding his arm out for you to grab onto him. “Would love one, mate, thanks for offering.” You wrap your arms around his neck, and he grips onto you. He jumps out of his window, webbing to the New Tower of London which looks a bit out of place in the cityscape belonging to New London, but you can see why they hold the jewels here. “It’s like a small castle,” you mumble, and Hobie nods. “Fuckin’ annoyin’ ‘ow everythin’ ‘as to be so over the top,” he says as the two of you land in an alleyway across the street, hidden in the shadows. You scope out the place. “You weren’t kidding. Guards are everywhere,” you mumble and he nods. You point to a part of the castle that isn’t well-lit, a wall on the side of one of the watch towers. “We can climb that,” you say, and he nods. “Time to go make the wankers freak,” he says, and the two of you sneak over. The two of you scale the wall of the walkway surrounding the main part of the tower undetected, making your way to the wall you pointed out earlier. You use your claws to climb up while Hobie uses his spider powers.

You hoist yourself up onto one of the platforms, ducking down and hiding behind a wall to figure out what your next move is. Hobie was right beside you. “I think… this might be where we part,” you whisper, and he nods. “Don’t die, yeah? Lotta paperwork I don’t feel like doin’,” he says before swinging away to distract the guards. You scoff. You watch as guards run off in the direction he was spotted in and make your move. You run to the wall of the next building, climbing it and hiding from the guards on the top of the roof. You quickly sneak to the other side of the roof, only to see that the middle of the castle is connected to nothing. “So that’s why they call it a fucking tower,” you mumble, scaling down the side of the wall and into the grassy lawn.

You assess the situation. You know there are guards in those watchtowers, but that would probably be the easiest and most efficient way for you to get in. You just need them to be distracted enough for you to run across the lawn and over to one of them. As if on cue, you hear Hobie play a chord. Loudly. You smile to yourself. Perfect.

You sprint across the lawn, being sure to stay as shrouded by shadow as you can, and luckily for you multiple guards are on edge and running to wear the guitar noise came from. You hear them calling Hobie some… choice words and chuckle. He’ll be so happy to know they hate him so much. You quickly start to scale up the watchtower, looking out just in case a guard might see you.

You were in the clear.

You reach the top, quietly peering into the tower, and see a guard looking out of the opposite window. You climb through the window you’re in front of, not making a sound, before sneaking past the guard. You quietly hurry down the stairs, and peer through a large archway. You search for cameras, pulling out your small throwing knives to break them if needed. You spot two, hitting them with deadly correct aim. You scoff, sneaking out and making your way to some large double doors. They’re locked, of course, so you use your claws. You pick the lock, quietly pushing it open and slipping through. Sure enough, your intuition was right, and now you’re in the room with probably billions or trillions of dollars. You glance around to see if there are any guards inside the room. None. Strange. “Come to mama,” you mumble, taking out a vial of chalk dust and blowing it. Yep. Lasers. That’s fine.

You start crawling, flipping, and sliding your way through the lasers, collecting a few gemstones, a staff, an all-gold orb with a crown on it, a giant fucking diamond, and finally, a purple crown endowed with gold and jewels. You collect them one by one, placing them in a bag you have laying where the lasers start. You shake your head. Relying on lasers is never a good idea for people trying to protect their things. For you? Amazing. You sneak back out, closing the door and glancing around. You hear the faint noise of screams and an electric guitar. Hobie’s still got them distracted. Good.

You run up the way you came. This was almost too easy, but then again, you are skilled at what you do. Too bad your dumbass forgot there was a guard up here. “Oi!”

“Oh! Hi, there. If you don’t mind, I’ll just be on my way,” you say, slinking towards a window. Unluckily for you, he pulls out a sword. Though he does have a gun, so… guess it could be worse? “I’m like, totally not telling you that I’d prefer the bullets… but why a sword when you have that?” you say as he takes a swipe at you and you dodge it. He doesn’t respond, and you frown. “I heard you speak earlier, bro. I know you can,” you backflip away from him, tossing the jewels to the side and getting ready to fight. “Seems a little… redundant, you know? Like why even carry a gun if you’re not gonna use it.”

“Pipe down, cow,” he growls as you continue dodging his attacks. “Well, now, that just wasn’t very nice. Clearly, no one has ever raised you to treat women with respect,” you say, using your claws to catch the sword in your hands. His eyes widen as you yank the sword away from him. You kick him in the side of the head, disorienting him before swiping his legs out from underneath him. He falls down, hard, and you stick a loose part of his uniform with his sword into the bricks below him. “Would love to stick around and chat, but I have some jewels to sell.” You wave, picking up your bag and leaping out of the window, using your claws to slide down the wall. You sprint across the lawn, being careful to stay in the shadows, and make your way back out to the wall you and Hobie climbed earlier. You lay low, hoping that Hobie can deduct you’re done and give you a quick getaway, but it’s never that easy. You slide down the wall again, hearing the commotion of the guards starting to race around and search the perimeter, so you stay hidden. You make your way back across the street and into the alley that you and Hobie were in earlier. You send him a quick message on your watch before climbing up one of the buildings.

You watch as across the street chaos ensues. And you smirk to yourself knowing that you have the riches of a family that never deserved them. You hear a familiar voice screaming, “What?! Ya didn’t like the show! I played jus’ for you bloody lot, ’n ‘is is ‘ow ‘m repaid?!”

You shake your head as Hobie lands next to you, pulling you behind the door that leads into the building the two of you are on top of. “We should definitely run,” you say, waving the bag towards him and he nods. “Right,” he says, pulling you into him and webbing away again. You lose the guards, and he quickly ducks into his flat. You roll into the room whereas he lands perfectly, and there’s a silence that falls between the two of you. You turn your head to look at him and give him a big smile. “Think I can return any of this shit to the original owners?”

“What ‘ave you got?” he asks, dumping out the bag. He pulls his mask off, genuine shock on his face. “You got it all?!”

“I told you. I’m good at what I do,” you say, picking up the giant diamond. You gasp. “No fucking way. This is—”

“The Koh-I-Noor,” Hobie laughs, picking up the crown and inspecting it. “Bloody tosser wore this on ‘er ‘ead the other day. Now it’s in my ‘ands,” he smiles, tossing it to the side with no regard for caring for it. You hear the heavy gold thump on the ground and shake your head. “How much you think all this’ll go for?”

“Mate, this shit is priceless. I can’t wait to see the look on Pavitr’s face when we show ‘im you got the Kah-I-Noor,” Hobie shakes his head, and you grin. “Well, let’s get it back to my place, yeah? I can display it and the best part is these assholes here will never find any of it.”

“Lead the way, love.”

You enter through a portal into your home, typing a code into a painting that opens like a door. You allow Hobie to see your treasure room. He’s honestly kind of stunned. You have so many priceless artifacts in here. It’s impressive. “Mate. You are cool as fuck. Jus’ thought ya should know ‘at,” he mumbles, picking up an emerald the size of his head. You chuckle. “I know, Hobie. Now, let’s get this diamond to Pav, shall we?”

As soon as Miguel got the notification that there was disrupt in Hobie’s universe due to someone stealing the Crown Jewels, he had to take a walk.

He was stressed.

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[consistencynevermether]

Astarion x Rouge! Tav

A/N: I am, as the professionals would say, back on my bullshit. anyways here's another in my series of Astarion x a certain class 

part 1 (Paladin Tav version)- https://www.tumblr.com/consistencynevermether/730256251991310336/astarion-x-gn-paladin-reader-hcs-an-this-man?source=share

Bastard x bastard 

You two are absolute little SHITS together let me tell y’all that 

Your love language? CRIME. 

No but seriously imagine this- one of you had this plain steel ring, nothing special or anything just collecting dust at the bottom of your bags. Honestly, you don’t even remember which one of you it originally belonged to

When you first met, one of you had stolen the ring from the other to prove they were “superior with their hands” to the other. Eventually, it became a game between the two of you, every few days stealing this little trinket from each other. And bragging until the other stole it back. It didn’t matter whether either of you wore it on your fingers, around your necks, or even hiding it in folds of clothing. Neither could hold onto it for more than a week before the other snatched it up 

The most memorable little moment with this ring- once you had both gone on a late night walk, hand in hand. The moon's soft glow bathing you both in silver, it was like a scene out of a romance novel, especially when you leaned in to press your lips against his

And then- 

While he was distracted you slipped it off his finger and booked it. Immediately running as fast as you could, not daring to look back, laughing as you sped off with your prize

Unfortunately for you, Astarion happens to be a vampire spawn. Vampire spawn are quite physically inclined, and Astarion is pretty fit

What I’m saying is you made it a good 30 feet before getting tackled to the ground and had the ring wrestled out of your hand 

Honestly, though, you were laughing so hard you didn’t even mind losing the game, you were just happy that for a second your master plan had worked. 

Astarion complained about how his outfit got all dusty because of you, but you had heard him laughing right along with you when he had tackled you to the ground

Astarion won’t admit this, but that ring means more to him than any bejeweled precious jewelry ever could, because it connects him to you

Both of you claim to have the best set of knives and take every opportunity to show off to each other with your skills. Once you actually picked a lock with a smaller blade and you could swear it caused Astarion to be a little flustered. 

Sharing clothes? Sharing clothes. Listen, I'm just saying, will you let your vampire boyfriend burn up in the sun or will you lend him that nice new cloak you just got? Yea, that’s what I thought now it’s joint property. Dw tho it all evens out when you steal one of his nightshirts (it’s the comfiest thing ever, and not just because it always faintly smells like him) 

You guys definitely do couples' heists together. Sneaking, pickpocketing, lockpicking, running from the law, it's all in a day's work for the most shifty couple in Faerun. One of you might distract a lord while the other snuck into his vault to retrieve some valuable magical item. 

Ok but in all seriousness, y’all must be the most ethereal couple around. Imagine seeing two people glide over the rooftops of Baldur's gate, each jump almost like steps to a dance they both know by heart. Flitting around each other like ribbons in the breeze, one with soft silver hair and the other face obscured by their pitch-black cloak, hood pulled up and rippling in the night air. They dance across rooftops, swift as shadows, graceful as spirits, never touching, and yet somehow the rare onlooker knows they are meant to be a pair.

Some bard has definitely written a song about that last bullet point I promise you. 

You two probably had a million cons just waiting to be used. I imagine during your time together trying to get rid of the tadpole, you would both talk late into the night, bouncing ideas off each other, throwing out ideas of different tricks you could pull on the unsuspecting. Some genuinely clever, most just absurd attempts at making the other person laugh.  

If you ever actually got the chance to you it though? Oh ho HO. let me tell you how this went down. Your party had gotten into a situation, attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible. But by a bout of bad luck, someone had started harassing Karlach and at the same time, Lazel had started yelling at a guard, hand on her sword, inches away from striking. The party needed some sort of distraction, and luckily you both had just the thing. 

Astarion had grabbed the nearest glass of wine and splashed it on you, then putting on his best offended face he anguished, “How could you cheat on me?!?! And with my own BROTHER!?!?” That sentence made everyone's head snap up, including the guards as you both laid the theatrics on thick. You kept this act up with Astarion for a good 10 minutes, with fake tears and dramatics from both of you. At one point on the spot, you made up that he had slept with your mother and it was revenge, and the crowd was extremely invested, people taking sides, guards trying to calm down the chaos. But hey you're fake out worked, Karlach and Lazel were able to sneak away quietly and you had both given the distraction of a lifetime. Shadowheart disapproves.

Occasionally the two of you will talk in Thieves cant to each other when you don’t want the party to overhear certain conversations. Originally you were both probably talking about important things like strategies and debating about how to go about getting rid of the tadpole. But now you kind of both just use it to piss off Lazel a little. 

Ultimately you two really understand each other on a deep level, you really are 2 people with one mind. And together there's a world of adventure out there for you both, and infinite fun magical items for you both too “acquire”.

#astarion fic #astarion romance #astarion x mc #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x you #baldurs gate 3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x y/n #astarion x rouge

[sugolara]

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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The water sloshed around her as she tried to get out of the river and away from the rotters behind her. Her hands lifted the duffel bag that contained little food so as to not get it wet from the river. 

She huffed and tried to steadily calm her breath as the rotters behind growled and moaned, their dead hands reaching out for her. 

When she made it to land, she took a quick pause to regain her stamina before continuing running. She didn’t know how long she’s been running but after she tripped over a tree stump she let herself stay low. 

She rolled over to her back, her e/c eyes glancing at the night sky. She huffed out a sigh and ran a hand over her face. She grimaced when her clothes stuck to her and dirt picked up on her clothes.

She then ran her hand over her hair as she thought about what happened a while ago. 

She remembered Shoto and Katsuki switching places so the blonde could take a break while Izuku was already asleep and herself was beginning to drift off to slumber. 

She then remembered she was woken up harshly by Izuku who had a terrified face. She looked around and noticed that the van was swarmed by rotters. The dead pounded and snarled as they tried to get inside the van. 

“What the hell happened!?” F/n asked. 

“I don’t know, the van broke down and a horde was passing by.” Shoto said as he watched the rotters snarl at him. 

Katsuki groaned as he pulled Shoto to the back of the van. He then grabbed the duffel bags and began throwing one to each person. 

“Here’s the plan.” He let out a shaky sigh before speaking, “I’m gonna break the front window and distract them while you three open the back door and push forward. Don’t stop, don’t look back and run until you’re safe. Do you hear me?”

“Kacchan, we can’t just leave you!” Izuku exclaimed. “I’ll stay beh-”

“Just shut up and listen, Deku!” Katsuki said as he glared at him, “You're going to run like hell before you let these damn sons of bitches eat you! Do you understand!? We don’t have time for this shit!”

“No, Kacch-!” Izuku whipped his head to Shoto when he shoved a gun in his hand. 

The dual-haired male stared at Izuku with uncertainty in his eyes, “We’ll see him again, Izuku. Katsuki’s going to stay on the roof of the car until morning and we’ll stay nearby until sunrise. When the sun rises we get rid of the dead.”

The car shook when Izuku nodded and looked at the blonde, “Fine. But can you not be stubborn and yell out for us when you need help?”

Katsuki nodded as he shoved Izuku to F/n. He then looked at F/n as she nodded at him. “Stay safe.”

With that, Katsuki turned back to the driver's seat as he kicked the window open and steadily got on the hood of the van. He fought back his anxiety as the dead tried grabbing onto him as he made his way to the top.

When Katsuki was no longer in view and the dead began to swarm the front of the car, F/n and Shoto opened the back, killing a couple of rotters. As F/n and Izuku got out of the van and began to put distance between the van, Shoto stared at them, a sincere smile before he closed the van's door leaving him inside the van. 

He then made his way to the driver's seat before pulling out an M16 and getting rid of the dead in front of the car. He then pulled out another M16 and passed it to Katsuki. On top, Katsuki scoffed as he shook his head with a grin before getting rid of every rotter. 

The sound of gunshots alerted every dead nearby and the gunshot made F/n and Izuku turn around. The presence of a missing Shoto made them think of the worst. Before F/n could begin to run forward, Izuku held her hand as he pleadingly stared at her, “We have to go back!” 

“No!” F/n yelled and pulled Izuku forward, “You heard Katsuki. We don’t turn around, we don't look back!” 

“How can you say that!?” Izuku argued, “He’s our friend and Shoto was left behind! We can’t leave them!” 

“Then we’ll wait until morning just like Shoto said!” F/n yelled as she tried to push Izuku forward but his stubbornness annoyed F/n. She turned around but her heart dropped when she saw a rotter just a few centimeters away from the male. 

Without thinking, she shoved Izuku out of the way as the rotters came at her. She struggled before Izuku shot it. But the shot caused the rotters near the van to discrete and follow after the noise. 

The sound of snarls caused the pair to be alert. Izuku picked up his bag and grabbed F/n before running once again. They dodged every rotter that tried to grab them but because they were so busy trying to run, they hadn’t realized they got separated. 

A few dozen rotters were now after F/n as she ran and it wasn’t until she fell into the river where she realized that Izuku wasn’t behind her. Thinking of the worst, she closed her eyes and pushed forward.

She let out a sigh as the stars twinkled at her. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. Once again, just like she imagined, she was alone. 

Her hands gripped her face but hearing a twig snap nearby, she rose to her feet and began to move forward. The feeling of being alone brought her back to old memories when she had to leave her family behind. 

Somewhere on the other side of the forest, Izuku gripped his wound as he leaned on a tree catching his breath. He moved the collar of his shirt and frowned when he saw blood leaking through.

His bullet wound had reopened when he bumped into a tree. Sitting down, he took off the bloody gauze and opened the duffel bag that had medical supplies. Grabbing rubbing alcohol, he bit his lips when he poured it onto his wound. 

He then picked up a gauze and placed it over the wound while the other hand grabbed medical tape and attached it to the gauze. He was glad he watched F/n when she cleaned his wound otherwise, it would have gone infected and the fever would have killed him. 

He let his head rest against the tree and let out a sigh. He was angry that his gun had run out of ammo. If it hadn't he would have gone back to find Katsuki, Shoto, or F/n. 

He glared at the sky when tears brimmed his eyes. He pulled his knees up to his chest and lowered his head as the waterworks began. 

He just found his friends and now he lost them. He hoped they were okay, otherwise, he didn’t know what to do.

a/n: trying to finish this series so i can start the spin-off

#katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x you #katsuki x you #midoriya x y/n #shoto x y/n

[m4xedout]

One fin wonder 4

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maybe for one fin wonder for whatever reason gets like jumpscared by one of mk and kicks him in the dick

i think about that when i’m sad

ANON

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Welcome to one fin wonder! Enjoy :)

Series pairings: steven grant x teen!reader, marc spector x teen!reader, jake lockley x teen!reader, layla el faouly x teen!reader (all platonic, reader is 14)

Content warning: blood, guts, panic attack, reader is a sour little shit about everything, mentions of parents absence and or death

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..."y/n?"

The voice called out to you

You back up into the wall, small tears shedding down your skin and dripping onto the floor

You hold your hands to your mouth and silently cry seeing the dismembered body on the floor, the man in the white suit and glowing eyes slowly walking towards you, hands up in defense not to frighten you even more

"No no..no its okay i'm-"

"THIS IS NOT FUCKING OKAY" you shout at the man

You wobbled onto the floor, vision going black

The last thing you remember is the man rushing towards you to catch you after your fall

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Your eyes open slowly, and they focus on the man in front of you

"Hey..are you okay?"

You suddenly went into a panic, lifting your foot up and kicking him in the-

"I jus- ARHGH!-"

The man falls into the floor beside you and you back up into the wall

He walked you to your room and placed you onto your bed while you were passed out

And he got rid of the body.

He thought the man hurt a child.

He didn't know he just broke in

Now he feels bad, the man in the mirror reminds him of their job and who they are.

He still isn't used to this.

While the man lays next to you groaning in pain you ask one question.

"Who are you."

No response.

You kick your foot onto his back

"WHO ARE YOU." You day in a louder voice.

"Mmhm.." the man mumbled

"What?" You said confused..

"Moon...knight"the man responded in a British accent, familiar to someone you know..

You were to in shock to call him out on it.

"Holy shit moonknights in my home...what's with the suit?" You ask holding back a giggle.

"The what.." the man murmurs

"I thought you'd be wearing something...cooler, for the 'fist of vengeance'" you air quoted, the man scoffed

"Well why don't youu...lock your windows?" He snapped at you

You gasp in offense

"Well from up this high i didn't think anyone could get in besides fuckin super man!" You snapped back and saw the man's expression change from under the mask

"..what do you want" you ask him

"Well I am the 'fist of-" "no not that!" You whisper shout the man

"..I protect the people of the night.." he said in a low voice.

"..well I don't need protection " as soon as it came out of you mouth he raised your cut up to your face.

"..oh"

"Yeah oh." The man said harshly

" Hey! S'not like you ever came up when I was a kid..I thought super heros didn't exist." You said under you breath but he slightly caught it.

"What was that" the man looked at you, with concern his eyes

You didn't have a 'good' childhood, but you lived through it.

Your mother was a drug addict, as your father was never around.

You always just assumed it was because of you

Well you didn't assume..your mother made it very clear you practically ruined their lives by just being alive.

You were the reason she did all that shit

You were the reason dad was never there

It was all your fault.

.

.

"I said...you never came up when I was a kid...if you have the balls to come up now you're obviously just picking and choosing. " you said with a harsh tone in your voice.

"Wha-" "no! You need to get the fuck out of my flat, and never EVER come near me again."

You began to push the man out

The suit changed

It was more intense

The tie was left with a Cresent around his chest

He had a hood and a cape now.

The glow in his eyes wasn't the same anymore.

Whoever the fuck you were just talking to.

Wasn't the real moonknight.

This was worse.

You're fucking dead.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Tbc..

@80pairsofcrocs @jasminemohmed

#moonknight x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #Layla el faouly x teen! Reader

[tiashe]

Long good-bye, my honey - Requiem 21. Grand Finale [Summary]

Here it is folks, we’ve reached the very end. I hope you enjoy reading my last summary for this series.

LGBMH came out of nowhere after almost five years of radio silence. I can’t express how grateful I am to have gotten to experience it. Sincere thanks to everyone here who supported the series as well as my little translation/summary project. And of course, thank you Amemiya and Ichihara for letting us go on this lovely journey. I had a truly great time.

Volume 3 will come out on February 25!

<- Requiem 20

The hooded figure tells Rose that she has won their bet. Rose realizes that the strength she felt in her heart whenever she got to spend time with her sister or with the shadows had come from this person. The hooded figure says not many people manage to find “him” within themselves, and even less are able to actually use part of “his” power. Rose is the first human who has ever met “him.” Rose asks if he changed his appearance (into “Strauss”) just for his bet with Rose, and he says it was all a performance. Vansheld realizes that that’s why he couldn’t be harmed. 

When the figure creates individuals, a part of him exists in each of their souls. That’s why the hearts of every human are reflected into the Abyss. But there are lots of people in the world who were supposed to be exterminated back in the previous world, Elysion. Because of that, the Abyss got filled with impurities. The hooded figure turned into Strauss to try to get rid of the people who wouldn’t change. Releasing the Monolith would have allowed him to do that. But Rose was able to make peace with her sister’s death, which she couldn’t do back in Elysion. This, in turn, led the hearts of people to the right path. The sheer strength of people’s feelings was able to purify Strauss. Rose says it was Rise who changed the Abyss and the feelings of people, and she was only able to survive through that tornado of despair thanks to Vansheld. She didn’t purify the hooded figure all on her own. The figure said the feelings of people only changed because they learned that Rose had been sacrificing herself for them in that tower. They felt Rose’s warmth in their hearts.

The hooded figure snaps his fingers and Rose turns into Lumière. Vansheld walks up to her. They hold each other’s cheeks and hug. The hooded figure is proud to see that his creation was able to save even someone he tried to get rid of and fill the world with joy, surpassing his own self. Rose realizes that Vansheld was trying to figure out if Rose was Lumière when he first met her in the Grand Finale station. Rose and Vansheld hold hands and look into each other’s eyes. The figure decides that as long as people like “them” exist, humanity will keep changing. Even he can’t help but embrace their hope. He tells Rose that he’s excited to keep seeing the beauty of the world through her eyes.

Rose hears the chirp of a bird and realizes that her ticket is here. Her body starts to disappear. Vansheld says it’s time for her to go back to Earth. With her ticket back, she will be able to complete her life. Rose asks if she will be able to see Vansheld when she ends up at the Grand Finale station again. Vansheld says he can’t return to the station, so this is farewell. His body starts to disappear as well. He explains that he received a fatal wound before coming to the Abyss. He wanted to see Rose so much that he extended his life by 24 hours, but time is now up. As they disappear, they hold hands and share a kiss. Vansheld thanks Rose, saying he had no idea he could love someone this much until he met her. He will always, always be wishing for her happiness.

We have a timeskip of, I kid you not, 75 years. A man begs for forgiveness as Delacroix drags him on the ground. Delacroix says he’s looking forward to making him pay for all his bad deeds in hell. Nocturne gives him a warm smile. They are both back in perfect shape.

Two men have bumped into each other and are now fighting in the middle of a road. Hooded figures walk past them and tap them on their shoulders. They suddenly start apologizing to each other. The figures’ faces are shown– they are the five Hollow Reapers, yes, Lucia included.

A woman reads a small girl a book about Rose and Rise. After receiving her ticket, Rose safely returned to the world. She appeared in front of the suffering folk, radiating a bright light. At that moment, Rise woke up in her coffin, smiling. Surprised, the folk were filled with happiness. Since Rose was able to stand up against her fate all on her own, God allowed her to have Rise by her side again. The people were ashamed to have locked Rose in a tower for their own happiness and swore to improve their country on their own from now on. The twins visited a bunch of their people and built relationships with them. They are still living happily together. As the lady finishes her story, we see the tower, now a ruin covered in roses and the small artifacts that Rose made with her little purified pearls.

In a page laid out in the exact same way as the beginning of the first chapter, Rose (looking like Lumière) wakes up in a train, again talking to her sister in her head. She asks how she is doing. She herself has finally reached the outside world. She will now be going on a journey to a land far away, just like her sister. She is holding hands with Vansheld, who is sitting next to her, looking out the window. He turns to her and gives her a warm smile. He’s in his child form. Rose is surprised to see that he was reincarnated as an angel again. Vansheld explains that Uriel has been looking after the Great Finale station in his place, so he can just do whatever he wants now. He has a ticket just like Rose that allows him to go to any world he would like. Rose asks where he’s going, and he says he’ll go to whichever world Rose would like to see. He’s disappointed to be back in his child form, saying Rose probably finds him cute now. Rose says that she had no idea she could love someone this much until she met him. Vansheld blushes and freaks out. He screams, surprised that she remembers that. At that time he really thought he was saying farewell for good, so he accidentally ended up being sincere. The other passengers in the train shush him. Now calmer but still blushing, Vansheld says he’ll get as big as Rose and tells her to wait. Rose says she will. Now that she has remembered all of her lives, she sees the limited time one has on earth as precious, something that gives people the chance to become whoever they would like. Her one wish is to be born again as a human, in a life where she can live with “him.”

#long goodbye my honey #long good-bye my honey #lgbmh #amemiya yuki #ichihara yukino #07-ghost #07 ghost #battle rabbits #feels like yesterday when it all started!

[the-firebird69]

So they're getting their asses kicked and they're putting stuff out that's blast furnace talking smack about things that they're promoting they're bothering each other and they like doing it the bothering us is damned annoying we can't stand them and we decide to do something so we are now currently doing things what we're up to us we're destroying them and the crap in the way and there's a lot of them and we've been doing it but now we're putting some effort into it it's it's way overboard the stuff they're doing is so dumb it takes so long to get anything accomplished and they're coming to works of what we're trying to do and we just can't have it.

-but that said the pseudo empire is on the route to go after them and they are making a nonsensical noises and farting burping and all that all over town to say they don't care or if that's their return to action and a whole bunch of where Vietnam vets and where pigs and that's what they're saying and what they mean is they're going to take it out and start shooting people and mostly they get ignored

This morning we're not going to ignore them it's because they're bothering our son and it's bothering me what they're doing is bothering me to get rid of them but we're going to do that not because of them it's because they're ready to do so and we've said it before and it seems like other people are having to say it in the pissed off and you know they have some stance and it's true but the attack last night there's tons of blood huge numbers of bugs went up there giant numbers but more luck were killed they were preaching the other bunkers it was 30% on top of the 20% and everything inside is devastated and disgusting Mass it's becoming an ecological disaster but it's pretty much localized only about 700 ft underground and it won't take the time at all those other things happening but we have to put up with this stupid s*** them saying this dumb crap and it wasn't happening much and it's like a threat and they just have to do it and it was horrible we said we can't stand you either you're just sitting there annoying people to f*** you up. Just a damn shame we don't have patience for it they told you a million times what do you think we're going to do same with this idiot that idiot's almost gone it is ridiculous where deadly enemy you guys come running up to us and say go ahead make my day do whatever you like and then you start pestering us to do it it's disgustingly stupid Trump and Stan Ken and Justin and Michael too is the worst you people are so dumb you want us to handle your hands back everyday and you don't notice it she just keep doing it. There's a lot of stuff going on and you people are very dumb and yeah BG keeps correcting his vision he's the one with a glasses and stuff and you're stupid and keep on haring our son it doesn't matter if he does it or not he says clueless f*** too he backed completely off and it's in there blabbing the stuff it's very true and he's a stupid a****** to our son that guy's got to go.

-we're going around and we're going to pick up people but today we have a program that's going on here it's going to be effective and the pseudo empire does too but boy they slow and lazy and they're getting wiped out and those bunkers fall they have a series of bunkers around the world that will be attacked and the match save the aquifer will refill with bugs in the hood everybody else.. at this point they're tired of the effects took a long time for them to become ripe. Some of them haven't changed like Trump he's an idiot other people are ready to stop growing and shrinking real fast and still retaining their injuries.

-we're moving out here and we're going to do some work I'm going to take care of some business there's a lot of you that need attitude adjustment we're going ahead and doing it in a few moments the pseudo empire is going to come in too and beat the s*** out of you and I noticed too that you're trying to become the sheriff over there and there's a lot of stuff they have to do but they're doing it real quick you can't stand you you're so dumb and it's going to be over soon in just a few minutes they are going to be upon you and you're on trial today several of you. Well you're trying to go somewhere because you're on trial elsewhere.

-we have a program but really you and your assholes are building up for another attack on their bases and they were forced down here and there's a whole bunch of them taking you down and they are taking it down in town and they're going to prevent you from attacking today that's what's going on

Thor Freya

Olympus

[alicepooryorick]

hey there! you recently reblogged one of my posts with a question about roy’s character (the op is fishfission-dc, this acc is my main.) i just wanted to let you know that the account you asked (elioherondale) is someone who goes around tumblr harassing anyone that draws or writes jason and roy together, with the characterization of the New 52 (2011-2016ish) run of their comics. (and I do say in the original tags that it’s specifically about this run!) So if you get a hateful or strange answer from them I just wanted to warn you :)

But if you wanted my answer to your question about how Roy is characterized differently, you can read this monstrous essay below.

In the older comics he’s more of a serious “asshole” who’s a ride or die for his teammates and daughter. (The new Green Arrow is a little more like this Roy, I know you said you’ve been into that recently :) ) He had an era in like the 80’s or smth where the writers gave him alcohol and heroin addictions, where Oliver was super unsupportive for a while, it was a whole thing. But Lian and his teammates and eventually Oliver helped him back to being a standup guy and the comics just stopped mentioning the addictions. When the DC universe was jumbled with the New 52 2011, he was a member of the Outlaws in Red Hood and the Outlaws and then when Kori left the series Red Hood / Arsenal followed just him and Jason. These series made him more goofy, the funny man to Jason’s callousness. But Roy would still kick it into gear and be serious as hell when needed, and he was competent, intelligent, all that jazz that’s true to his character. He just makes jokes now and actually tells his friends that he loves them.

this era also brings back the concept of Roy being an addict, which writers tries to shove under the rug for a while after the edgy 80’s arc that created it. Elioherondale and his jayroy harassment goons like to say that the New 52 comics “regressed Roy to being an addict” or that his friendship with Jason did it, but that’s not true!! In the New 52 he’s not actively using, he’s been clean for a long time, it just addresses the fact that heavy addictions aren’t something you can just get over and forget about. You struggle with them for the rest of your life. It’s a super serious topic and I think this contributed to why they made Roy more lighthearted and silly outwardly, because they focused so heavily on this inner struggle he has, and had a lot of serious moments around it.

the characterization in the New 52 comics also implies to change Jason’s and Roy’s ages to be more similar, making them “best friends” and “partners” whereas in the old comics Roy would’ve been probably 6ish years older than Jason, and would have met him at least 18 years old when Jason was 13. There is also so much romantic implication and just general good friendship and loyalty and all that good stuff in this era, even if the writing might suck at times (often).

so anyway, I love the characterization in this goofy little New 52 comic era of Roy and Jason but it makes Roy have a funny disaster personality and reintroduces the idea that someone with a heavy addiction can’t just get rid of that. so sorry this was so long, I just wanted to give you a more objective take on the question!!

The squeal of joy I let out when you said this was along message. Thank you so much for taking the time to give me such a thought out response!

Also thanks for the warning, I just got a notification that they rb'd my question. It felt like this kinda situation but i also wondered if this was a Barbara Gordon situation, as I am a batfan. So it's not inconceivable that Roy got a similar n52 treatment as Barbara did.

I own like... one issue of the n52 redhood // Arsenal run. #9 I believe. I love Jason and Duela's relationship in the book.

But again, thank you for this message it was so fun reading through that, the new green arrow run is my first time reading a green arrow run and it's easily one of my top 5 along with Wonder Woman.

Hope you have a great day bestie!

[desolationcleo]

some life series martyn design headcanons i've had for a while now

(this originated when i noticed his ears aren't visible in his shadow alliance skin with the hood down, when they are normally, combined with how i generally call attention to jimmy and martyn's ears when drawing them to reflect their listener affiliation, and also some of it is taken from actual cape status. also when i tell you i lost it upon realizing cherri was on the same wavelength as me about having him grow his hair out over the course of a death game)

So, back in Evo, he had short hair, and sometime after first encountering the Listeners but before the dragon fight, he and Jimmy got matching pairs of crawler earrings with pale almost white gems hanging from them. He's also got that cape, with the fire looking design at the bottom.

In Third Life, he still has the earrings, though Jimmy has now lost his, given that it's pretty hard to wear earrings when you now have little canary wings where you'd expect your ears to be as a manifestation of your curse. Martyn's not quite sure where he got these earrings and doesn't know Jimmy used to have a matching pair.

Midway through Third Life, he starts growing out his hair a little. This coincides with him first making contact with the Watchers. Upon going yellow, he takes off his cape to show off the symbol on the back of his coat.

At the start of Last Life, he gets his cape back, but his hair length remains the same as it was at the end of 3l. Over the course of the season, his hair keeps getting longer.

Aside note, Ren begins braiding his hair with a ribbon woven in after devoting himself to Lizzie. This will be relevant later. Now, back to Martyn.

For those not in the know, crawler earrings, despite their appearance, only actually require one piercing. This means they're no harder to accidentally lose than any other earring. During the chase scene with Jimmy for his life back, he loses an earring and doesn't notice. This also results in him matching with Cleo, who also only wears one earring, foreshadowing their being linked in their next lives.

He gets rid of his cape again, this time so the moon kanji on his robe can be visible. After first putting on the Shadow Alliance robe, he now has a permanent shadow over his eyes.

By the time his friends start dying, his hair has grown long enough that his ears are no longer visible. This includes his remaining earring.

After he turns red, he now has scars from his death, and his hair is singed from the lava. It remains this way until his final death.

At the start of Double Life, his hair is still long though no longer visibly burnt, he doesn't have a shadow over his eyes 24/7 anymore, he doesn't get his cape or his earring back, his hopes of escape are dashed, and Mumbo is gone entirely and presumed permadead. He does what one does when bad things happen and cuts his hair. With a wooden sword. And no access to a reflective surface. Predictably, this leaves it rather uneven to say the least.

When he goes to the Nether, he makes a new pair of earrings, and incorporates glowstone. As a result, when he leaves the place, he has glowstone dust all over him for the rest of the episode. He also no longer matches with Cleo. (and yes, he did roll up to her covered in glowstone and with a laughable haircut)

Eventually he does fix his hair. That or it fixes itself when he goes yellow (a death which also leaves a scar).

In Limited Life, he once again has a cape, but as he dies over and over, it's more or less shredded by the end. He also starts growing his hair again and braids it this time, this combined with the streaks in his hair (which are unnaturally dark) makes him resemble Ren in season 2. Right before the final battle, said braid comes undone shortly before he does.

[americancowgirl19]

You Have Me

Summary: Kate finds out truths about you that you weren’t quite ready to share

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Hawkeye Series, adoptive reader, fluff, angst, violence, dad and child bonding moments

Reader: Gender Neutral Mutant Reader

Pairings: Gender Neutral Reader x Kate Bishop

Word Count: 2,149

A/n: I don’t plan on doing anything else with this two-part series but that might change once more Hawkeye episodes come out... @distinguishedtacostrawberry​

Masterlist - Part One (Hero)

"Kate! Kate, slow down," You shout, jogging to catch up with your girlfriend. When you reach her your hand grips her arm. Her head falls into your chest the instant she faces you.

"He's dead," She whispers, more in shock than grief. She didn't like the old man but the last thing she expected was to find Armand laying on the carpet with his back covered in blood.

"I know, sweetheart," You whisper back, one arm wrapping around her shoulders while the other hand knocks her hood off to comfortingly stroke the back of her head. "I'm sorry you had to see that," You whisper, kissing the top of her head.

"Who killed him? Why did they kill him? What's going on?" Kate asks hurriedly. You lean back and tilt her head up from your chest.

"I don't know but we'll figure it out," You promise her. Her lips turn upward just slightly.

"You'll help me?" She asks, her eyes wide with hope.

"When have I ever let you do anything alone?" You ask, sending her a smirk. You kiss her forehead and gently lift the hood back onto her head. "But we're done for tonight," You decide. "We need to get home and get rid of that outfit of yours. It'll bring nothing but trouble,"

"I kinda like it," She mutters.

"I know you do," you say, rubbing her back. "But you need your own get up. This outfit has too many enemies,"

"Fine," She agrees begrudgingly. You laugh and lead her down the alley. The two of you don't get far before a set of headlights come on. The two of you instantly tense as men from the auction jump out of the van. "We should go," Kate says, gripping your hand.

She pulls you down a road but the two of you are cut off by more men from the gang.

"We missed you, Ronin," One of them says. You and Kate shift so that you stand back-to-back.

"We got you now, bro," Another one states. "Why you makin' it so tough on us, bro?"

Kate strikes first which encourages you to engage the man in front of you as well. He dodges your punch and tries to send an uppercut into your stomach only for it to end with his hand completely shattered. He screams and falls to the ground where you grab his hand and slam it into your knee.

"Who's next?" You ask, smirking under the scarf around your head. Two men rush you while another two go to Kate.

One of the men had picked up a tire iron and swings it at your head. Instead of ducking you block it with your forearm. The two gang members feel their hearts stop as the tire iron simply wraps around your arm leaving you unharmed.

"My turn," You smirk, kicking one in the chest with enough force to send him flying into the van behind him causing the front fender to cave inwards. The other man doesn't give you a chance. He turns and fleas the scene.

When you spin around to look at Kate you notice she has three large men around her. She's fighting them but it's clear she's struggling. With the exhaustion from the fight earlier that night and all the running around you know she doesn't have the stamina to continue.

"Run!" You shout at her while racing to help her. She doesn't hesitate to do as told. She finds an open car and slips in. Before closing the door, she turns her head to look at you. "Close the door! I'm fine!" You shout. For a second you thought she wasn't going to listen to you but one of the men almost jumped in the car with her. She closes and locks the doors before quickly trying to come up with a plan to help you.

Knowing that Kate is safe you turn your attention toward the remaining three. You decide to take the big guy on first hoping that his defeat would discourage the other two. You barely lay a finger on the man before someone jumps from high above and aids you.

Together the two of you eliminate the threat within seconds. Your head turns toward the newcomer but he's ignoring you.

"I thought I told you I had this handled," you tell him.

"It isn't yours to handle," He responds. He yanks the door open and forces Kate out of the car. Anger surges through you. He tries to force her into the alley but you don't let them get that far.

"Let her go!" You snap, easily ripping him off of Kate. Once free, she inches behind you. "You're not supposed to be here," you tell him. "I told you, I have this handled,"

"Who's wearing the suit?" He asks, crossing his arms. "You know how dangerous it is to be around that,"

"Look, I know you're deaf now and all but I've told you this a million times and I even texted it to you. I. Have. This. Handled," you say slowly. "Why don't you go back to Lila, Coop, and Nate?" You suggest.

"Uh, Y/n?" Kate asks, quietly.

"Who is it?" Clint asks once again. You sigh rolling your eyes before turning toward Kate. She looks from Clint to you and back to Clint. When her eyes return to you it isn't hard to see the excitement and curiosity in them. Once you give her a small nod, she instantly takes the hood and mask off revealing her wide smile.

"You're Hawkeye!" she exclaims. She looks at you. "He's Hawkeye," She whispers. You just hum and look back at him.

"Kate meet Clint... Dad meet my girlfriend Kate,"

"Dad?!"

"Girlfriend?!"

***

"So, girlfriend?" Clint asks.

"I was going to ask her to come home with me this Christmas," you tell him quietly. Kate lingers slightly behind the two of you sensing the two of you needed a moment.

"Why did you never mention her?" He asks.

"I'm a private person," You answer vaguely, Clint stares at you until you give in. With a sigh you begin to explain. "It's just... I wanted to keep her to myself... She's my first girlfriend and mom would have freaked. So, would have Lila. Between the two of them nagging and breathing down my neck I would have been forced to bring her over before I was ready... I just wanted her to myself before I shared her with the family," You explained.

"They mean well," he says softly. You give him a small smile.

"Yeah, well, they can be intense when they want something," You mutter and he scoffs before nodding in agreement.

"So, where'd you find the suit?" He asks.

"Rich person auction," You answer. He glances at you. "Kate comes from money," You explain. He nods slowly.

"And that doesn't have anything to do with your hesitancy to bring her around?" He asks, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm not ashamed of my family," you tell him. "I haven't kept the fact that I grew up on a small farm in the middle of nowhere to myself. She knows almost everything about me,"

"Just not the Hawkeye, Avengers and superhero/mutant stuff," Clint summarized.

"Exactly," You mutter. "I love her... I really do and she's super stoked to meet you so don't be a dick,"

"I'm not a dick," Clint grumbles. "And watch your language,"

"You can be short with people. She's idolized you since she was a kid so this is a big thing for her. I know you don't like people fawning over you but let her have this. For me," You beg quietly. He sighs before turning to look at Kate, who seems all too eager for some attention.

"Where'd you learn to fight?" He asks. She lights up and practically skips to his side. Her childlike excitement brings a smile to your face.

***

(I'm skipping the fire scene and the supermarket scene and going straight to the second apartment after Clint leaves so it's just you and her and the dog)

“So... Hawkeye’s your dad,” Kate brings up awkwardly as you clean the cut on her head.

“Yeah,” You whisper. Your eyes flicker to hers before returning to the cut. “He and Laura, his wife, were trying to have children. They were having a tough time in the beginning. Clint was never really home because of his job. So, when Laura found me on the streets it was like I was the perfect solution for them. I’d keep Laura company, they’d have a kid, and I’d have a home,” you tell her. “Been with them ever since,”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks. You lower your hands and focus on grabbing the bandage.

“Because I know how obsessed you are with him,” you tell her. “I mean you’ve looked up to him since you were a kid. He’s why you got into archery and always tried to be better at everything. You wanted to be just like him... I was afraid that once you knew I was his kid then you would just care about him and getting to know him... I want... I wanted you to love me for me before you knew about him,”

“I wouldn’t have used you to get to him,” she says softly.

“I know you wouldn’t have,” You assure her. “But he would have been a big part of our relationship and I didn’t want that. Besides, when we met, he wasn’t in the best place mentally. Neither of us were really but you helped me and he had Laura,” you tell her with a kind smile.

“When were you going to tell me?” She asks.

“Well, before the bell tower/clock incident I was going to ask if you would come home with me... Meet the fam and stuff,” you tell her. “Then you destroyed a historical monument and then got on your moms shit list and I just decided to wait,” you say and she blushes embarrassingly. “It would have been soon,” You promise her.

“I’d love to meet your family,” Kate tells you.

“Well, of course you do now,” You teasingly roll your eyes.

“Not because of Clint,” She lightly punches your arm. You move to soften the blow not wanting her to hurt herself. “Not entirely that is,” She mutters. You chuckle. “So, are you an Avenger too?” She asks.

“Part-time,” you say, shrugging. She lights up once again. “Laura had found me because my biological family abandoned me in the middle of nowhere. They realized I was a... a mutant and they couldn’t stand the thought of their son being a freak,”

“A mutant?” Kate asks. “What can you do?” She asks eagerly, shifting to the edge of her seat. You can’t help but to smile at her.

“I’m indestructible,” you tell her. “I can’t bruise or get cut or break bones,” you further explain.

“Wow...” She whispers, looking down your arms and to your hands. She grabs them gently. “Is that why you’re always so... cautious?” She asks and you nod.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” You mutter. She smiles giddily before gasping.

“So, you did get shot!” She shouts. You look away sheepishly.

“.... Yeah,” You mutter.

“Did it just bounce off or something?” She asks and you nod. “And it doesn’t hurt?” She asks and you shake your head. “Wow... That’s so cool!” She says.

“It’ll make our crime fighting duo more powerful,” you tell her.

“You still want to do it?” She asks.

“Let’s just start with what’s going on with Armand before we decide to take on all of New York,” you say and she nods eagerly. You then grab her chin and make sure she’s focused on you. “If this gets to be too much or it’s something you find you don’t want to do you tell me, alright?” You ask her.

“I promise,” She whispers, nodding. Your hand releases her chin but cups her cheek.

“It’s going to be hard and dangerous and scary,” you tell her.

“And I’ll have you,” she says as if that small statement was the answer to everything. As if you would help make things easier, safer, and less scary. One look in her eyes and you knew she had complete trust in you. It both thrilled and scared you. You loved having someone trust you so much but you feared you’d let her down. You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t allow yourself to let her down.

“You have me,” You nod.

Kate smiles and slips from her chair to straddle your lap. You lean back against the backrest, your hands resting on her hips. Her soft hands caress your cheeks. You close your eyes enjoying the gentle touch.

“I love you,” Kate whispers.

“I love you too, baby,” You whispers welcoming the kiss she places on your lips.

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[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and jack - using tanks to battle

requested: yes/no

this is part 11 to the great adventures series

it was now 5 am you had been on facetime with ranboo since he started streaming at 10 pm neither of you was going to sleep anytime soon

“isn’t it like 5 am for you”

“trying to get rid of me then”

“no no no soon enough I’m going to be stuck with you pretty much 24/7”

“heh? aren’t you staying with tubbo when you come to the UK?”

you watched his face turn red thinking that he had said something that he wasn’t supposed to tell you it was only when he looked up to see you with your head tilted he realised you weren’t aware of what was going to happen in the following weeks

“I will tackle you in the middle of the airport if you don’t tell me what you tubbo and lani mean when you all make comments about me constantly being around yous”

“I cannot wait to see you try”

“I'm blocking you”

hours passed and it was now time for you to get ready to go meet the others you left your phone on your bed whilst you went to get ready by the time you returned ranboo had fallen asleep

“goodnight boo not long now till you’re in the UK, you’re asleep I’m talking to myself goodnight”

since your parents had to go to work they offered to drop you off on the way, the journey to meet the others was pretty uneventful you just spent the time talking about how streaming was going and future plans. that was until your parents mentioned ranboo was flying over soon

“your friend is flying over soon right?”

“ranboo oh yeah yeah he gets here on 26th as far as I’m aware i’m going to tackle him in the middle of the airport”

“great great you’re going with tubbo to meet him, do you know how long you’re going to be out”

“..no why? shouldn’t be too long”

“don’t worry about it darling we’re here now oh look here comes tubbo”

as soon as the car stopped you laughed as you noticed in the corner of your eye tubbo running towards the car you said your goodbyes as you got out of the car and was instantly pulled away by tubbo

“oh oh okay tubbo I think I can walk on my own bud”

tubbo completely ignored every word you had just said and continued leading the way to the others where you were met by Tommy shouting about tanks and jack pretending not to know Tommy.

the four of you went to get ready, a simple enough task or so you thought as when you looked up you noticed Tommy was putting the outfit on the wrong way around

“Are you sure it’s safe for Tommy to drive a tank..”

“help me then”

“no”

a few minutes later the four of you were now equipped with your rather baggy army uniform safe to say if it started to rain you'd have to deal with getting wet as if you put the hood up it would cover your eyes taking away your eyesight which is unsurprisingly important since you were about to drive a tank for the first time. as soon as you all thought you were ready to go to the tanks tubbo announced that although it’s a bad time he needs to go to the toilet

“he’s fucking waddling”

“y/n be nice to your best friend”

you stood laughing to yourself as Tommy was arguing with Jack about how he’s your best friend, not tubbo.

“believe it or not I’m their best friend”

“elaborate on that”

“no”

“i’d argue ranboos their best friend”

halfway through their ‘argument’ tubbo came back and rested his head on your shoulder making you jump

“you're so tiny”

“I beg your pardon tubso”

the worker came over taking you all to the tank you would be driving putting Tommy and jacks argument on hold, for the time being, you were honestly so excited to drive a tank but you were also nervous as you weren’t exactly a great driver

“y/n doesn’t have a license can I get out the tank when it’s their turn”

“you crashed your parents' car fuck off”

before you all got in you were informed that the tank wasn’t designed to take you on adventures so you were probably going to get injured

“great cant wait in you go Tommy”

Tommy got in first followed by you then tubbo and jack

“draw me like one of your beautiful tank girls”

“I failed GCSE art”

“HOW”

“that my friend is a story for another night”

now this tank wasn’t designed so three of you could look out from the top of the tank so you did what every sensible person would do in a tank…you sat on the floor next to tubbo whilst he annoyed jack by touching his face

“y/n you okay down there”

“having the time of my life”

you could hear Tommy revving the tank and from then you could just tell you were going to leave the tank covered in bruises. you sat talking to tubbo and jack who were talking louder than usual just so you could join in the conversation. not seeing what was happening made the tank ride interesting, to say the least. one minute you were messing with tubbos shoelaces the next minute you heard three boys yelling that there was a cow in the middle of the road. it was now tubbos turn to drive and rather than letting you stay with the others he dragged you with him

“you’re driving next may as well stay with me”

“Please don’t crash I will get injured”

“to be fair y/n I didn’t plan on it”

you sat near tubbo watching him drive the tank occasionally yelling words of encouragement at him for your own entertainment and totally not to your surprise he was actually doing a decent job, he didn’t crash, the tank was going quicker and the ride wasn’t as bumpy then tubbo stalled, you could hear Tommy and jack yelling at tubbo to do more killing. you laughed as tubbo would look at the worker then at you not knowing what to do

“Are you ready to drive y/n”

“I guess so”

you and tubbo swapped places and you began to drive like your good friend tubbo you were decent at driving as you managed to pick up some speed along with many comments from jack and Tommy about how bumpy the ride was alongside tubbo yelling at you that you were going to be responsible for the bruises on his arms and legs

“tubbo stop being dramatic it’s not my fault the road is bumpy”

“Y/N I'M NOT”

“Okay then you’re responsible for the bruises on my arms and legs because you decided to stall”

It was now jacks turn you sat next to tubbo where you and Tommy argued that you didn’t like how Minecraft split the caves and cliffs update into two parts

“IT SAID CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE AND IT DIDN'T ADD CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE”

“you're such a tory y/n agrees with me”

“NO I DON'T I WANTED TO EXPLORE PRETTY CAVES NOT GET CHUCKED OFF OF A CLIFF BY A GOAT”

the three of you continued arguing your points before jack interrupted you all

“we’re talking about the new Minecraft update…because it was you we weren’t really paying attention”

“I DROVE BETTER THAN ALL THREE OF YOU”

“but no you didn’t”

“YOU'RE A PRICK MANIFOLD”

before Jack could answer Tommy began ranting about the update again before being once again interrupted by jack telling him you were about to shoot things and then go up against a tank that was miles better than the one you were all in, the one thing they didn’t know is you would be going with the boss against them just so you could actually have a role in the mini battle rather than just sitting there. you stood shaking your head as Tommy and tubbo made jokes about the balls you were all given

“say it”

“I like balls”

“jack they’re talking about balls…again”

Tommy was first to shoot whilst you and tubbo stood telling jack that the two of you would be the reason you win the battle against the boss, jack went up next and you both were telling Tommy that you weren’t scared of the boss after the last bit of practice you all went back to reception with the worker where he announced the roles you were all going to have

“so my aimer loader and driver”

“Are we allowed to ram tanks”

“no”

jack was the first to realise you hadn’t received a role for the fight against the boss and spoke up about it making tubbo and Tommy realise you did in fact not receive a role

“wait what about y/n they didn’t receive a role”

the worker just nodded at the four of you confusing the hell out of the others while you stood looking around the room to avoid laughing, you didn’t want the others to know so said you’d be back later you just needed to go to the bathroom. rather than going to the bathroom you went off to meet the boss before the others and decided what role you were going to have.

after discussing what role you were going to have the pair of you went back to meet the worker to let him know you have a plan

“LOOK ITS THE BOSS”

“…and y/n”

“oh now we’re losing”

the worker went up to their table to create a plan, once you watched the worker walk away you made your way over to the table they moved to where Tommy was having a ‘date’ with a mannequin

“Woah am I interrupting something”

“I'm on a date y/n”

“y/n you really had to leave me with tubbo and Tommy”

you whispered that you were sorry so Tommy and tubbo couldn’t hear then turned your attention back towards Tommy’s date which wasn’t going very well as Tommy accidentally pulled the wig off of one of the mannequins only to find out that his ‘date’ was also wearing a wig.

it was now time for the battle clearly best friends think alike as you and tubbo both had the role of driver. you and the boss made a strong team and you surprisingly got along well with each other which made teamwork easy making you more of a challenge for Tommy’s team

“yooo this is amazing”

“you’re doing great y/n”

as soon as the boss made the final shot you cheered

“do you think we won then y/n”

“I'm not sure they did put up a good fight”

“come on let’s head back so you can be with your friends again”

the pair of you made it back after thanking him you ran to tubbo, who for some reason was on the floor, and tackled him into a hug before sitting next to him

“AH FUCK”

“HI TUBSO WHY ARE YOU IN THE MUD”

“BECAUSE WE WON”

“mhm sure”

“What role did you have y/n”

“driver”

“NO WAY ME TOO”

your celebration was short-lived as Tommy decided to chuck mud at the pair of you yelling catch when it was far too late to react, you both looked at each other nodded at chucked mud back at him and jack

“ayo we hit him”

after playing in the mud with tubbo for a while jack called you both over to hear the scores and find out who won

“Why do you both have smiley faces on your face”

“y/n used mud to draw a smiley face on my cheek so I got revenge”

in the end, Tommy's team got 10 and began celebrating that they had won

“the boss and y/n got 11”

“LETS GOOOOO”

after bragging about your win you and tubbo ran off throwing mud at each other and Tommy whilst Tommy and jack bickered about who made them lose a few moments later you and tubbo looked up to see Tommy running past you both

“I don't think he's taking the news well”

you all made your way back to the car park Tommy and jack left together tubbo stayed with you waiting for your parents to pick you up on their way back home.

“you could just stay the night at mine..we could stream for a little while I’m sure you’ve left something that you can wear for the night and tomorrow and to be fair you stay at mine all the time”

“yeah I probably do I’ll call them on the way back to yours”

“come on let’s go home”

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[quillsanddaydreams]

❝Guilt and regret can eat a person alive. The words that died at your throat affected you far more than you would have wanted them to. How does that, in turn, impact your mission?❞

PART 05 OF ARRANGED | SERIES MASTERLIST

PAIRING: George Weasley x fem!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I spent the last two days rewriting/perfect-ing this chapter. At one point I actually decided to add a more bitter ending but lucky for, I think, I deleted it. I really hope you enjoy, do tell me how you liked it- my asks are always open, anonymously or not.

WARNING(S): mentions of food and drink, anxiety, blood, injuries, talk of death, mention of nausea

WORD COUNT: 2,215

Sebastian picked you up by the shoulder making you hiss. He was trying, you knew that— but the pain was too much. Your head was swirling, guilt was eating your lungs. Whispering ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again, you worked on concentrating to move where he was heading.

“Stop apologising ah. Fuck—” he grunted, moving his arm to grab you by the waist helping you walk. “We’ll be there in a moment. Don’t worry, we’re safe. Ready yourself for apparating, yeah?”

You could only coerce a tight nod. Sebastian grabbed you tighter by the waist as the world zoomed. It felt nauseating. A familiar lodge soon appeared, you sensed Sebastian sag seeing Stace was already waiting by the door. She rushed up to the two of you, helping you in. Assisting you to a room, they laid you down on the bed, removing your shirt drenched in sweat and blood. Your world was spinning, you could hardly make out much except hisses and whispers from the people in the room.

Stace swore audibly and started to work on your wounds. Slowly and steadily the sting on your chest became less apparent and the one in your brain started to ring faster.

“For godric’s sake (Y/n)— I fucking care about you! I like you. I thought it was obvious. Hell— everyone knows. Fred knows, mum and dad do too and so does my rest of my family probably. So no, I do not want to get rid of you. Do you?”

You gasped loudly at a rather severe cut, the healer uttered a string of apologies. Hot tears fell down your cheeks; your mind reminded you of the events of the mission. Your last conversation with George had left you unsure— distracted. The words that died in your throat were stabbing you, all you had wanted to do was go back and make things right between the two of you. Mind not being in the mission, you let lose something you hadn’t in a while. Control. One careless mistake rolled into a bigger one and you inevitably greeted creatures you hadn’t met in a long time. Dementors.

You had well known all your faults, especially the ones that others could exploit. Always living by caring and loving a few people you could count on your hands, you thought you had minimised the pain that came with it. It was true after all, the lesser the people you cherish, the lesser weaknesses you have. But the black hooded creatures had the ability to bring out the worst of memories as well as the holes one desperately tries to hide. Perhaps even from oneself.

When you saw George as one of them, it threw you off, stumped you. And the dementors didn’t waste a second to use that against you. You had screamed defenseless, suspended mid air horrified; watching Weasley being tortured by Muliciber all over again. Only this time, it took a more awful turn. If it weren’t for Sebastian casting a powerful patronus at the very moment… Opening your eyes, you watched Stace tend to him now— face red, body with countless injuries.

“I’m sorry,” you started frantically. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have—”

“No,” he said, his voice firm; leaving no room for argument. “It was an accident, a common one. Don’t blame yourself for it— in fact we got what we wanted and everyone was safe, alive. You took the worst of it”

“But—”

“No buts. I thought we had already discussed this.”

He got up, drinking a glass of water Stace brought. You suddenly felt a rush of gratitude for the man, vision teary, he had always been there for you. Closing your eyes, you filtered out the conversation between the two people. Your energy levels were low, you couldn’t help but recount every single thing the dementors showed you. How your mum died… how you never had a choice over how you grew up… how Voldermort threatened your dad, a sinister smile on his face… your friends, all helpless… how George hated you once… how he would again if…

“Hey,” Sebastian shook you, looking over you gently. “Come on, we need to get you back to your apartment, as dire as it sounds right now. You’ll be safer there.”

Bobbing your head, you got up— Stace helped you, whispering, “careful!”. She walked you out, telling you to take care and handing you extra salve to administer to yourself later. Holding your hand for a second, she gazed at you softly and took a step back. You knew she hated it, seeing you bloody and damaged after each mission— you had heard her chiding you all too often.

The surroundings before you whirled again as Sebastian apparted. Steading yourself, you reached an all too familiar door, your heart drumming against your chest. You were dreading George’s concerned eyes when he saw you… you felt like you had failed him yet again. And there were things you wanted to make right, you knew your words stung him worse than he let on.

Knocking twice, the two of you waited. George opened up rather swiftly— you reckoned he had been waiting for you. His expression changed from confusion, to a certain panic. You avoided his eyes. He said nothing, helping you inside sharply, settling you on the couch as smoothly as he could.

Sebastian briefly explained to him your condition, sharing all the details he was allowed to. You clenched your eyes shut, not having the strength to face Weasley anymore. How were you even to tell him everything you felt? The top of your head was heavy, it was like something spread through your body viciously, drowning you.

Hearing Sebastian take his leave and the pop indicated he left, you let out a noiseless sigh. It took a while before you heard George move again. You could feel him watching you, assessing the injuries. Flinching a little as you felt the weight near you shift, you dug your nails into the palm of your hand— finally facing your husband.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey...”

The two of you fell silent, you supposed George had something to say but bit back his words waiting for you instead. Your throat was knit tight. Looking down at your hands, you gathered your thoughts, riding out the hollow from what had transpired. All your instincts told you to run away, hide yourself away from all this mess you were in; but you had to— wanted to, do what you always did. Face the situation.

“Should I get you something to eat?” George hesitated. You shook your head, food was the last thing on your mind.

“No,” you said slowly. “We need to talk.”

Something crossed George’s eyes as he sat back straighter against the cushion, glancing at you, concerned.

“You’ve just come back, we can—”

“No, let me get this out, please,” you nipped at your lips as he gave in. “I don’t wanna get rid of you.”

You uttered it out in a hurry, there were a lot of things you wanted to tell him, but the answer to his question stuck out more than the rest. The pause hung in the air, George held back patiently.

“I don’t wanna get rid of you, it’s— it’s quite the opposite actually. I have started caring about you, perhaps far more than I had expected and it scares me. It scares me because I have taken up on responsibilities that might not end up well for me at all,” you sniffed, tears itching your eyes as you took him in. “Everyday proves a greater risk to me and my life, and I don’t want you to suffer at my expense.”

“No wait—”

“—no let me finish,” you said, putting a finger to his lips, tears freely running down your face. “I do care about my life, I really do. But I have to face the reality even if it is horrendous. I like you, George. In fact it’s more than just likeness. There, I said it. And it kills me more than all of these,” you pointed towards the injuries on your body. “To see you in pain. That’s what happened today, George. I saw you and it just shook me up, as much as I want to be with you—”

“What’s stopping you?”

“Everything. Everything George, you need to stay strong— and with me you won’t be.”

“Well it’s too late for that.” George moved to cup your face. You found yourself leaning in despite what your head told you. You needed it. You needed his comfort. Taking a deep breath, you began again.

“It’s not George, time away might—”

“I don’t want to! Why… why is that so hard for you to understand?” he pleaded, taking a hand into his. You rocked your head.

“Because it is going to be tough, George. I’ll constantly go on dangerous missions I can’t promise my safety on. And I know you’re already at risk because of our marriage, the least I could do is keep you safe from other things. I—”

“How is it any different from now?” he prompted. You started to speak but he continued. “I care about you, and you saying all of this won’t change that now. I know you’re worried about me, but can’t you see? I feel the same about you.”

He exhaled deeply, looking at you.

“I know it’s going to be tough but I can handle it. I promise,” he said before winking at you, giving you a wide smirk. “Besides, I already deal with you. And boy, there’s a lot going on.”

You couldn’t help the snort that broke out. Holding his hand tighter, you fixed your gaze on his face, his brown eyes shining from the orange-red flames. He looked beautiful like that, despite all that he had gone through— his face didn’t have bitterness. Not anymore.

“Okay,” you whispered, giving in after a while. You couldn’t resist, not when you wanted the same, not when George looked at you like that. “What do you want to do then?”

“Well, it’s time to make your mum’s magic recipe of course!” he said with a grin, getting up, helping you as you did the same. You raised an eyebrow. “Think we both need it.”

The two of you walked into the kitchen as he searched for the pan. You found yourself smiling at his antics. Dramatically pouring out milk, you knew what he was doing. He was trying to cheer you up. And it made your heart race.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing? I mean, I’m still young and wouldn’t like to die from something so trivial,” you said pointedly, crossing your arms, deciding to play his game. George narrowed his eyes on you, feigning hurt.

“I once saw my wife make it. She knew I didn’t like sleeping potions and made this for me randomly one day,” he said mimicking your voice. You let out an ‘ah’ in response. “What did she say now? Oh— some honey to match your sweetness and vanilla to make your taste buds click. She looked absolutely adorable while saying that, but I couldn't tell her that though.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because that would have fed her ego, that’s not the best way to go about it now, is it?”

You couldn’t help it. Seeing his relaxed expression, the joy, after everything that just happened… Moving closer to him, you pressed your lips against his. George was surprised at first, but soon grabbed you by your waist pulling you towards him, a hand tracing your back, reaching your neck holding you in place. You tugged at his hair, they were surprisingly soft against your fingers, making him release a soft groan. Drawing back for a moment, you stared at his blown eyes knowing yours must look the same. He kissed you again, even harder this time, moving his mouth against yours sucking at your bottom lip. You melted against him, hardly having time to breathe.

The sound of milk fizzing made the two of you break apart, George rushed to close the stove off, you put a hand to the wall to steady yourself. The world around you felt fuzzy, in a good way for the first time that day, you observed George as he made quick work of the mess the spill created. When he turned to you, he was smiling.

“I knew the potion worked magic, but damn I wasn’t expecting such great results and so quick!” he joked, making you let out a giggle. “Well Mrs. Weasley—”

“Mrs. Weasley, huh?” you teased, making a faint blush rise on his face, enjoying how he struggled with words.

“If you prefer your name—”

“Nope,” you clicked your tongue, watching him squint at your smug expression. “Just wanted to see your face.”

“You, ma’am, are a pain in the ass.”

“Oh I love it when you call me ma’am!”

“Okay. Now you’re gonna get it,” he said, making you widen your eyes and sprint out of the kitchen. George chased after you, laughing loudly. You fell on the couch as he hovered over you, a light expression on his face.

You knew you were in for a long ride.

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Pairing: Sub!Goshiki x DomFem! Chubby!Reader Part 1 Summary: You met your good friend Goshiki at work one day, having similar interests in books. When you start developing feelings for him, things get difficult. Especially when he asks a special favor. Content: Body image issues

A/N: Thank you for following along! We’re now on our fourth week of stories! Both virginity loss stories are three parts. The second part will release on Wednesday and the third part on Friday. Be sure to check out @millenialfanfictionaddiction​s story Oikawa’s Oasis! You can reach it through the Please Me Series Masterlist. Feedback is appreciated!

This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be like this at all. It wasn’t like you had your whole life planned out, in fact, it was quite the opposite. You didn’t know what you were doing half the time and you had reached a point in your life where you were kind of okay with that. While there were good things you tried to bring into your life, there was an even longer list of bad things you tried to keep out.

After hitting your late twenties, you decided it was important to take care of yourself. Getting rid of toxic friendships and focusing on your mental and physical health became your priority. You were doing a great job, as much as the rolls on your stomach and all over chubby look you had attested against it.

One of the other things you decided to finally pursue was your dream of being a romance novelist. You quit your nine-to-five day job that you hated and started working at your favorite bookstore in town while your nights were spent writing. The support you had from your friends at the bookstore was way more than you could ever have imagined. Even your boss loved hearing about your story ideas.

“You look tired.” Your boss, Dylan, joked as you walked into the breakroom, ready to start your shift.

“I was up late last night writing.” You hung up your jacket in your locker. “I could really use some… cof…fee.”

Your eyes lit up as you saw the full cup of coffee in your boss’s hand, extended to you. It was from your favorite shop down the street.

“How did you know I wanted coffee? Are you even real?” You took the cup and gulped down half of it.

“You forget, I’m your beta reader.” He laughed. “When you’re up writing, I’m up reading. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Thank you!” You held the cup up to him, then took another big gulp.

“You get another tattoo?” He asked, eyeing your arm as you closed your locker. You looked down at your arm and smiled.

“Yep. Trying to finish up this sleeve.”

“I have a question.” He leaned back in his chair, his hands resting in his lap. “Why don’t you ever write with characters that look like you?”

“People like me don’t get to have romances like those in the books.” You shrugged and headed out to the floor.

The morning mid-shift was always your favorite. As much as you hated getting up early, the bookstore was at its quietest then and you could relax with your coworkers. You spotted your favorite co-worker manning the help desk and focusing on something on the other side of the bookstore.

“What are you looking at?”

“Shh…” They put their fingers to their lips. “I don’t want him to know I see him.”

“See who? What are you talking about?” You whispered, trying not to expose yourselves even though you still didn’t know what you were looking at.

“That guy.” They pointed and your eyes followed the direction of their finger to see a tall figure in the magazine section, his hood up, mask on and wearing sunglasses. You could see black bangs peeking out under the hood.

“So why don’t you want him to know you see him?”

“In case he’s stealing.” They whisper-yelled and you laughed.

“I’ll just go talk to him.” You stood up straight and made your way over. He looked a little less shady up close because you could see that he was lost in his reading and didn’t even really notice you being there.

When you first walked up, you saw him reading one of the car magazines from the shelf, but now that you were closer, you could see he had a book inside the magazine and was reading the book.

“You know, normally people put the magazine in the book, not the other way around.” You leaned closer to him and he jumped back, shrieking as he dropped the magazine and the book. He backed away from you and if he didn’t have his entire face covered with a mask and sunglasses, you could only imagine his eyes wide and his mouth open.

The magazine was all bent on the ground and you leaned over to pick it up along with the book. You could only imagine what he was reading that he had it hidden in a car magazine. Putting the magazine back on the shelf, you looked at the cover of the book. Romance?

“Were you reading this?” You held the book up to him with a smile.

“No.” He shook his head back and forth anxiously.

“Then why is it here?”

“It fell.”

“From where?” You questioned.

“Alright fine, I was reading it.”

He dropped his head low and you gasped sarcastically, your hand to your chest. “No! Really? I would never have guessed.”

“Very funny.” You laughed, looking back down at the book.

“So why are you hiding then? Or did you not notice there’s only like two other people shopping.” You gestured to the rest of the store. “Or maybe you couldn’t see well with those incredibly dark sunglasses.”

“That’s not it.” He pulled off the sunglasses and mask, dropping the hood to his sweatshirt as he looked around the store nervously. “I just don’t want anyone to know I’m reading it.”

“What’s wrong with it?” You looked at the book. It was one of your favorites. “This is a great book.”

His eyes widened as he quickly looked back to you. “You like romance novels?”

“I love them. I’m trying to write one actually. This one has given me a lot of inspiration for my current story.”

“That’s so cool.” He smiled, looking really amazed, you weren’t sure by what though.

“So, let me get this straight.” You narrowed your eyes skeptically. “You come in here to secretly read these romance novels because you don’t want people to know you’re reading them?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you just buy it and read it at home?”

“I have a roommate and I don’t want him to know.”

“You could go to the library.”

“They don’t have the ones I like and they don’t release as quickly as you guys do.”

“How long have you been doing this?” His mouth opened and he turned away, looking nervous by the question so you changed the subject. “Never mind. Honestly, as long as you’re not stealing or planning to steal, you can read however you’d like.”

You stepped back, adjusting the unorganized magazines, and turned to walk back to your station.

“Well, wait.” He went to grab your arm, but thought better and pulled back as you turned around. “You said you write.”

“Yes.” You nodded at him.

“Can I read your stuff?”

“Why would I let you read my work?” You laughed slightly uncomfortably. It was a weird question. He doesn’t know anything about you or your writing. You could actually suck at it. “I don’t even know you.”

“Goshiki.” He put his hand out with a smile and you shook it, telling him your name. “So we’re friends now?”

You started laughing. You couldn’t believe this guy. Friends? You met less than two minutes ago because he was being a creep in your store.

“You don’t have to laugh.” He grumbled.

“Why do you want to read my work so badly? You don’t know me. It could very well suck.”

“I just don’t have anyone to talk to about this stuff. I’ve been reading these books for years. I tried to avoid them in high school because I knew I would get made fun of, but I’ve never met anyone in person that likes them too. Not since you.”

The look on his face made you feel so guilty. Why did you have to have such a big heart? The guy just wants to talk about romance novels. He also had a point. You barely knew anyone that liked romance novels and you worked at a book store. Honestly, you could use a second opinion. Dylan had no idea what he was talking about half the time.

“Fine.” You sighed and he started smiling.

“Really?”

“Yes, but I’m not letting you read it without me watching. The last thing I need is you to steal my ideas.”

“That’s perfect.” He pulled out his phone. “There’s a coffee shop just down the street I like. We can meet there. Can I have your number?”

“Are you talking about Milstead?” You took his phone and typed your information, handing him your phone.

“Yeah, you know it?”

“Know it? I love it. I practically keep them in business.”

That’s where your friendship with the weird guy in the bookstore started. You weren’t so stuck in middle school that you would call him your best friend, but he was definitely your best friend. You had even caught him calling you his best friend to your coworkers and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t have you smiling.

You had never gotten along with someone so immediately the way you did with Goshiki. You had an endless list of similar interests, from favorite books to your favorite coffee shop. You even had the same oddball order from the café. Though, you were both pretty sure that he accidentally got your order once and liked it so much he continued ordering it.

It didn’t take long for you both to start hanging out nearly every day and he started coming into the bookstore to talk to you rather than actually reading the novels he loved. After a couple weeks you trusted him enough to email him your work and it was only a month into your friendship before he was going over to your apartment to hang out regularly.

“Don’t you think it’s weird how close you’ve gotten?” Dylan asked as he helped stock the shelves. He had been wondering how your writing was going and if you were going to finish the latest chapter you had been working on. When you told him Goshiki was coming over to your place later so it wouldn’t get done, he worried.

“I don’t think it’s weird. Is it?” You didn’t feel uncomfortable. Honestly, Goshiki didn’t give off any of the red flags you were so used to seeing in people. He was genuinely a nice person who loved the same things as you.

“I don’t know. You just so happen to love all the same things?” He paused his stocking and looked at you. “Are you sure he doesn’t just have feelings for you and maybe he’s pretending to like the same things as you?”

“Stop trying to put me in my romance novel.” You laughed. “Guys don’t do that for me.”

Later that night you were in your kitchen waiting for Goshiki to get there. You had done something so stupid, something so completely thoughtless that you knew would ruin your mood yet you couldn’t resist the torture apparently. You weighed yourself. The level of fluctuating your weight did was honestly unbelievable. You always had good days when it was down, but days like today when it was up, you couldn’t help but let it sour your mood.

There was a knock at the door before it opened up and Goshiki walked in. You hadn’t given him a key or anything, but it was only a matter of time before you both hit that step.

“I brought Oreos.” He smiled, setting the container on the counter, pulling it open and eating one. He grabbed a second one and split it open, handing you the side without the cream. “Here.”

“You can have my side.” You tried to smile.

“But you always eat my half that doesn’t have cream.”

“It’s fine.” You shook your head. “I shouldn’t be eating it.”

“Shouldn’t be eating it? Are you sick?” He pulled another Oreo from the container and ate it in one bite. He was honestly so lucky he could eat whatever he wanted.

“No just watching my weight. I sort of fell back into some old habits.”

“What’s wrong with your weight? You look great.”

“Let’s get started on the story.” You tried to change the subject.

“Did you finish the chapter?” Goshiki’s eyes were wide and he spit the dryness of the cookies from his mouth out of excitement. You laughed as he quickly covered his mouth. “Sorry.”

“Maybe.” You smiled coyly, grabbing his hand and he grabbed the Oreo container. “Come on.”

Moving to the couch, you sat on the end, Goshiki plopping next to you, and you put your laptop in his lap. There was a tiny bit of anxiety building in your stomach as you sat there watching him read and you were pretty sure part of it was what Dylan had said earlier. Was it possible that Goshiki had feelings for you? You watched as he put another Oreo in his mouth, his eyes glued to screen of your computer, scanning back and forth as he read. You weren’t even sure if he was blinking, the glow of the monitor shining onto his eyes. There was no way someone could be that into you to fake that look of concentration.

You smiled to yourself and kept watching him read. This chapter had a pretty steamy scene in it but you’d known Goshiki long enough and seen him read enough of your work to know that it didn’t matter what he was reading, his expression never changed. His eyes were always wide with interest, mouth closed in a pout.

He put another Oreo in and you watched him as he chewed, his jaw working. You could see the sharp, jagged edges of the cookie through his cheek until it eventually became a smooth, round bump and he swallowed it, reaching for another.

Propping your head up on your hand on the back of the couch, you continued watching him. He was definitely good-looking. You had noticed how good-looking he was the first day you saw him in the magazine section, hiding his romance novel. Not wanting to interrupt him, you tried not to laugh, but definitely couldn’t hold back the smile as you thought about the memory. Would it be so bad if he did have feelings for you? You had dated some really terrible guys in the past. Goshiki wouldn’t even be close to the list those guys were on.

He licked his lips, wiping Oreo crumbs from his mouth and you licked your own lips, swallowing hard as you watched him. You liked the same food, the same coffee, the same books, you had so many hobbies that overlapped and you could honestly spend hours with him without getting bored. You started to think that maybe you were feeling anxious not because of what Dylan thought of Goshiki, but maybe what you were feeling about him. Was it maybe you that had feelings for Goshiki?

“Wow, that was such a good—” He turned to look at you but noticed something in your face, an expression he wasn’t sure of. “Everything okay?”

You had made a lot of questionable decisions in your life, some of them you regretted, some led you to the most amazing times. This last year especially was a time of making really great decisions, cleaning out the bad and bringing in the good. You weren’t sure which direction this decision was going to take you, but you leaned into Goshiki anyway. His eyes went a little wide as your lips barely touched. You wanted to give him time to pull away if he wanted, but he didn’t and that made you push yourself the last inch until your lips met his.

Soft, plush, velvety lips pressed against yours and for an instant you were taken out of the moment, your head swirling with a mix of feelings, amazing feelings that you weren’t even sure you could separate but it didn’t matter because the cocktail they created in your head made you feel drunk, stupidly drunk as you kissed him. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you pulled back.

“Oh my—I’m sorry—I don’t—"

“No, it… it feels good.” He brought his hands up to your cheeks and pushed his lips against yours again, this time without any hesitation. You never knew the feeling of his nose touching yours or the little puffs of his breath against your face, or just how warm, calloused, and big his hands would feel against your cheek. Suddenly you were feeling them all at once and you pulled him closer, your tongue licking over his lips until he opened his mouth.

He dropped his hand to your waist, rubbing at the fleshiness of your body and you couldn’t stop the heavy beating of your heart. The awkwardness you had briefly worried about didn’t exist, it was only bliss. It was the best kind of overwhelming and you wanted more of him.

Pushing the laptop to the other side of him, you lifted yourself up until you could climb over him, straddling his lap. His hands immediately went to your plump hips, cradling them, but again you wanted more and you scooted yourself closer.

“Uh—I…” He gasped, sitting back from you.

“Is this too fast?”

“I’ve just never—I mean, I don’t know how—I’ve never—reading it is totally different.”

“Are you okay?” He kind of looked like he was shutting down. He was saying a lot, but none of it was complete and made no sense to you.

His eyes widened as he whispered quietly to himself. “Holy shit, my dick’s hard.”

“Goshi—”

“I have to go.” He started standing up with you in his lap and you quickly moved out of the way so he could get up. “I’m sorry. I just… I have to go.”

He didn’t even turn around to look at you as he moved hurriedly to the front door of your apartment. You heard the door quickly open and close and you couldn’t even let yourself feel bad. You were just confused.

It was possible you misread the situation, but he seemed really into it. Maybe he changed his mind partway through. You didn’t want to think about you being the problem, but it was hard to ignore. He felt your weight. You sat on his lap and he held you and maybe he finally realized that you didn’t ‘look great’ like he always told you.

You sighed, sitting back on the couch and running your fingers through your hair. You had done so much this last year to better yourself. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be like this at all. Great decisions would lead to great opportunities and you were trying to bring good things into your life. Falling for your best friend was not on that list, yet here you were.

Shit.

.....

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[valpur]

This is where I introduce myself.

It’s been half a decade since I last set foot on Tumblr. I missed this place.

Hi, everyone! I’m Valpur. I’m a biologist, I have an unhealthy obsession for fungi and amphibians, I grow my own veggies and, yes, I write. I write a lot.  And by a lot, I mean that I work as a translator of romance stuff. Like, they actually pay me to read and translate novels. It’s mindblowing. As you probably read in my headliner, English is not my first language. I’m byelingual. I’m gradually unlearning Italian while struggling to keep my English at least acceptable. So! What am I writing? I have several on-going projects. Some are finished, other still in progress. What can you expect to find? Again, as per the aforementioned headliner, action and adventure. Lots of. And romance, because I’m a big softie. Also, tons of angst - gotta sweat that happy ending. No matter how dire the circumstances, rest assured: in the end, there’s always going to be hope. Cross my heart. (No really, I’m squishy, I can’t live with depressing endings. Let the future be bright, at least in fiction) Genres? Lots of them. You’ll find fantasy, sci-fi, but also good ol’ historical romance. With a twist.

I’ll post one chapter/month of every finished work on Wattpad and here on Tumblr so you can read them for free. If you want to read much more stuff in advance, you can support me on Patreon. I’ll probably cry if you do it, you’re warned.

Here’s a list of what’s brewing!

*The Big Kids - finished works*

Atlantis - The second fall

[Mythological dark fantasy. CW: graphic violence, major character death, gaslighting] 110k words.

What Ariadnh wanted: food and a place to sleep. What she got: an invitation from a dark cult set on restoring Atlantis and its greatness; a lazy horse; anxiety. Murdering people was alright. Kind of. As long as it kept a roof over her head and her newfound family close. Accidentally evoking a dead god with a penchant for drama? Problematic. But saving the world is where Ariadnh draws the line.

H00D

[Sci-fi, a Cyberpunk retelling of Robin Hood. CW: drug use, violence] 77k

Steal from the rich, give to the poor, hack your way into big pharma databases to incriminate the corporation responsible for the murder of your family and the deaths of thousands of babies.

That’s just another Thursday in Rob Hood’s life.

*Getting there - works in progress* The swallow of Guadeloupe [Queer historical romance. Translation in progress. CW: violence, abuse, but nothing too graphic] 78k It took Mac a long time and a longer journey to track down the man who ruined their lives. Alas, their success comes with a price: a not-so-upstanding trio of guards insists on lending an unnecessary hand. Among them, a stick up everyone’s ass, a walking disaster waiting to happen, and a man too good for such a cruel world. Ultimately, the ruin of Mac’s plans of revenge. Take the swashbuckler’s genre and make it queerer. Also, swords! Plumed hats! And bad drinks.

The Wildflowers Series [Historical romance, Old Wild West. Series of four books. First in progress. CW: graphic violence] 

She’s nosy, has a thing for crime novels, and desperate to get rid of the Sheriff’s unwanted attentions. He’s a homesick outlaw with little hope for his future, a passion for chickens and the voice of an angel. They definitely shouldn’t be together. And yet.

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[badassbuchanan]

Call for Assistance

Request: Hi hi! Idk if you write for Seb or not but if you do, maybe could you do a fic where reader is his assistant and sometimes that means assisting him with ~those~ needs 👉👈🥺

Warnings: smut; oral (male receiving), dirty talk, semi-public.

Word Count: 2246

a/n: I’m sorry the ending is so cheesy lmao - requests and taglist are open!

“There you are.” I smiled brightly as I walked into Sebastian’s private dressing room, throwing my Gucci purse on to the velvet armchair in the corner of the room.

Tonight he was a special guest on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon, it was one of the only talk shows he didn’t mind doing. Tonight’s appearance was part of the publicity schedule for new The Falcon and The Winter Soldier series, but unfortunately, Mackie wasn’t able to attend.

I knew how nervous Seb got doing these interviews without his colleague beside him, which is why I wasn’t surprised when I was beckoned to his dressing room before he was set to go on.

Seb turned from where he was preping himself in the reflection of the mirror, a smile of relief appearing on his face when he saw me.

He was sporting a simple crisp white shirt, buttoned up with a navy tie around his neck. A black, open suit jacket and matching pants hugged his body nicely, complimenting his skin tone. His hair was slicked back and I could tell he hadn’t shaved today just by the slightest bit of stubble growing through his face.

“You feeling okay?” I asked innocently, walking over to stand in front of him as I patted down his chest to get rid of any dust which may have settled there.

His whole week was a full of press interviews and I knew exactly how much he’d be dreading it. He worked himself up and overthought everything, and he got real touchy when he was nervous.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around my waist softly, head dropping as he whined into my neck. I chuckled lightly, unable to hide the smile which covered my face as I ran a hand through his hair lightly. “It’s just part of the job, you know that. and you love your job.”

“Why do you have to be right all the time?” He mumbled against my skin, a smile curling on his lips in amusement. Seb leaned his head back against the wall behind him, peering down at me with a cheeky smile.

He looked fucking hot. Too hot.

“Because one of us has to be.” I raised an eyebrow and smiled up at him in admiration, my chest pressed against his as I played with the back of his hair, careful not to mess it up.

I could smell his aftershave and it was intoxicating. “C’mere.” He gestured me closer with his head, causing me to move my face closer to his. “Help me relax.”

Seb took my lips with his, kissing me softly as he pulled my hips forward to rub against him.

I nodded as I kissed him back softly, tilting my head to give him more access. I part my lips slightly, letting my tongue gently run over his bottom lip.

Seb let out a grunt that vibrated from his throat, taking the lead as he glides his tongue teasingly into my mouth.

I let my other hand glide up touch his chest over the steamed shirt, feeling the definition of body. I sighed in satisfaction, deliberately palming over his nipples as my hand moved across the material of the shirt.

Sebastian moaned into my mouth, his kisses passionate and needy. It soon became too much, my clit twitching when I felt his hard cock pressing against my body.

I leaned my head back, my eyes dropping to the space where our crotches are rubbing together. I noticed his big cock straining against the material of his pants, desperate for attention.

“You like it when I touch your nipples, hm?” I asked sweetly, my hand roaming further down his chest to his toned stomach.

“Yeah.” Seb let out in a desperate grunt, his hips bucking to mine as I leaned in again, this time leaving gentle kisses down his neck.

I let out a little whine, causing vibrations to erupt against the skin of his neck. “Seb.” I nipped at his sensitive skin, feeling him buck his hips again as I moved my hand to the waistband of his pants.

Seb’s hands moved up to my waist, over my back and around to my tummy, just under my boobs as he gripped on the black lacy material of my top. “Off.” He whined with a pout.

“I can’t, bub.” I sighed sadly, pouting back as I used the pet name to soften him up. I skilfully unbuttoned his pants before lowering my hand inside, feeling my way into his underwear as I looked up into his gorgeous eyes. “It’s a bodysuit.”

Sebastian whined again out of frustration, unable to get what he wanted before he came up with the perfect solution. He tugged on the material each side of the low cut ‘v’ shape between my cleavage, adjusting it so that it rest under either side of my boobs, my tits now on full display for him.

“That’s better.” Seb smiled proudly, satisfied with himself as he cupped my tits in his hands, massaging them as my nipples harden under his touch.

My fingers wrapped around his cock as I kissed the base of his neck, pumping him slowly whilst collecting precum from his tip. Seb was big, but he looked even bigger with my tiny hand wrapped around him.

I leaned back with a smile, watching him play with my chest as his eyes focused on my tits. He tugged harshly on my pebbled nipples with his rough fingers. I bit my lip, fucking his cock with my hand as I felt myself getting wet.

I moved my lips millimeters away from his, our breaths meeting as we pant against each other. “M‘not gunna last, darling.” Seb whimpered out, his eyes looked up to gaze into mine.

“S’okay,” I squeak out reassuringly, lust taking over as my palm feels every vein on his cock. “You feel so good in my hand.”

“I wanna cum in your mouth.” Seb admitted in a mumble, his hands tugging on my sides to pull me down. I knew he was getting desperate from the way he was starting to talk dirty.

I kept my hand wrapped around him inside his pants as I got down on my knees in front of him. I shuffled close to him, Seb helped push his trousers down, out of the way, so that his cock could spring up freely.

I licked my lips, wasting no time guiding his tip towards my mouth with my hand. I kissed his leaking tip, swirling my tongue around it as Seb gasped loudly at the feeling of my hot mouth on him.

I hummed around his tip, still pumping his shaft with my hand as his hands moved to the back of my hair, guiding me further down on him.

Seb’s eyes closed tightly, a hiss escaping his clenched jaw as I replaced my hand with my mouth, taking him all in.

I moaned around his length, trying not to choke as I breath shallowly. My hands rested on his thick thighs, saliva escaping the corner of my mouth as I wait for him to take control.

But he doesn’t, he’s too fucked out, too close to even move. I could tell by the way his chest was rising and falling so uneven, trying his best to keep it together. Sweat was building on his forehead and above his parted lips, his eyes only opening when I started to bob my head up and down his length.

I flattened my tongue, relaxing my throat so I could fuck his cock with my mouth. I looked up at Seb, eyes so hooded he almost looked drunk, his hands dropping from my head weakly as his head dropped back against the wall behind him.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, he didn’t want to cum. It felt too good. He loved the way my lips felt so soft moving up and down his length. My mouth so warm and welcoming for him.

It sent me crazy seeing him like this, desperate to make him cum, to please him. I swallowed around his length, keeping him deep inside as my tongue flicked rapidly against the underside of his shaft.

My fingers traced ever so slightly over his balls, immediately causing him to cum with one final moan, spilling his load into my mouth. I pulled my head back, opening my mouth wide as he shot every single drop of his cum inside.

I watched his cock twitch, his eyes now glued on my mouth as I swallowed all of him.

Seb tried to calm himself down as I stood back up, tucking my boobs back into my top before helping him re-do his pants back up, his cock safely inside.

“You relaxed now?” I asked softly, looking up into his blown out eyes as he admired me with a nod.

“So relaxed.” Seb leaned in to mumble against my lips, making me smile against him as my arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’m glad to hear it, mister.” I replied sweetly, pecking his lips over and over.

“Mr Stan.” A voice called from beyond the door, startling us both with how loud they knocked.

“Mmh, maybe I’m still a little stressed.” Seb mumbled between kisses, making me giggle at the audacity he had to ignore whoever was knocking.

“Sebastian!” I used his full name to notify him of the seriousness of the situation, leaning my head back as I smile up at him in adoration.

“You’re on, Mr Stan.” The person decided to call out again anyway, hoping that someone inside would be paying attention.

“Guess it’s showtime.” He pouted slightly, stealing another kiss before he let go of me. “Thanks for coming to see me.”

“Thanks for coming.” I respond with an innocent smile, my cheeky comment catching Seb’s attention as his head swings around with a smirk.

“Just you wait till I’m done with this interview.” He shook his head, chuckling in amusement at my remark as he opens the door, taking one last glance back at me, which was when I noticed it. My heart sunk.

“Oh wait, Seb-“ I called out but it was too late. He’d gone. I didn’t get to tell him. Oh well. No one would notice right? Not a single one of the national viewers would notice the lipstick on his lips and neck, right?

———————- LIVE ON THE AIR ————————

“So Sebastian, we’ve talked about the new show, the friendships and behind the scenes mayhem, the travelling, even the amount of lube needed to get into your costume.” Jimmy cracked the joke as he started speaking, crossing his arms as he lent back in his chair.

“That’s right.” Seb nodded shyly, speaking unnecessarily to amuse himself with a little smirk as he became more comfortable in the interview.

“But one thing I think everyone is dying to know,” Jimmy continued, building suspense as he swivelled in his chair towards the audience, gesturing for them to nod in encouragement.

“Okay.” Seb dragged the word out slowly, anticipating what it could be as he sat up a little straighter in the armchair. He chuckled nervously, tugging on his jacket to straighten it.

“Is how exactly those lipstick marks on your neck got to be there.” Jimmy said in a wonderfully sarcastic tone, eyebrows raised as the audience cheered loudly.

Seb suddenly stopped all of his movements, trying to keep a straight face as the crowd kept on cheering. He stared at Jimmy, who was now giggling like a little school girl.

Seb caved after a couple of seconds, laughing loudly as he leaned forward to cover his face with embarrassment of being called out.

“And Sebastian,” Jimmy continued as Seb regained his posture, sucking in his cheeks and sitting up straight as he tried to get rid of his guilty smile, faking a frown of concentration.

“Yeah?” Seb answered shyly, letting out a nervous cough as his face twitched back into a smile momentarily.

“I couldn’t help but notice that Y/N is here with you tonight.” Jimmy’s words make my heart drop as a spotlight points me out in the audience.

My eyes go wide, but I can’t help but laugh as everyone cheers loudly. I cover my mouth, watching Seb able to do nothing but clap for me from the stage.

“So.” Jimmy dragged out the word in a high pitched voice. “am I right in suggesting that Y/N might’ve visited your dressing room before the show?”

Seb smirked, rubbing his hand over his mouth, his silence hid nothing considering the fact that his face completely gave it away. There was no point in him denying it.

I covered my face with my hands, utterly shocked that we had been called out on national television.

“Yeah.” Seb let out in a shaky breath, a beaming smile on his face as he chuckled from embarrassment too, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

The audience clapped, screeched and cheered at his answer, making me want to disappear in my chair.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jimmy called out as the audience continued cheering us on. “Mr Sebastian Stan and Miss Y/N Y/L/N.”

And just like that, the cat was out of the bag. The many rumours confirmed. The many fans who shipped us would be tweeting, we’d probably be trending in an hour. I guess I’d just have to convince his publicist that we did it as a stunt.

I promised myself that after that, I was never going to attempt any kind of sexual activity in a public place again. But I knew that was a lie.

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[the-firebird69]

This is the Chrysler ME 412 that are son and daughter designed she put in a bunch of components and he did too and we did too and we wrapped it all together but really he carried most of it and got it going got him to do it he can't get them to do anything for himself in any way whatsoever at all these people have like almost tried to shut them off all the time they're still doing it and he says they're dead and we know it too we have to kill them they're complete abhorrent losers whose Max are right on their tail blabbing squawking saying tons of stupid s*** blaming our son for other people's actions. I swear we have to get rid of practically all of these Macs foreigners understand and they're kind of related and they have similar genes and they look at it that way these Macs are a bunch of assholes we have to start the slaughtering all of them and let's look at it this way someone said all of these Macs might be personally Spencer and they act like it too almost every single one has this idiotic personality trait I did this I did it all I wear the ring I say the words and will and Bill did the research and I'm submitting mine cuz this is insanity we don't have any deals with these people at all none of them do anything that they're saying except for some little girl who has evil designs for his son sort of like a crush and she doesn't want to fulfill it and she didn't want to before and he doesn't either and it's kind of interesting cuz her friends and people suck real bad and they don't want to do anything and people want to force them to cuz they don't and they see things similar it's really weird Jason used to and he went to crap so I got to tell you we have to we have to learn something about these people when enough is enough and it's now we're going to start doing his programs and I'm going to order it done and if you say no you better have some backup not like no and you can slap it off I want to know why you got to hire your people I need people hired and you're not doing it.

One thing we want to do and his son and daughter-in-law want to say it and they're approving and here we go

Thor Freya

We're going to drop these off at the dealerships and see what they do and see if they have any questions we are Chrysler and they are not no their dealerships if they want to retain their dealership license they'll sell the car as we send over to them like 300 series and all of the minivans and we're going to make a new El Camino type thing and this car the me 412 supercar like chrysler. And I want it out there and I want people to see it and where it changed the design a little and soften the edges cuz that's in style it still has the monicor Chrysler Hood. It looks very good and he wants to put it in Vegas and a classy way not that we're going to hand it out or gamble it away it's going to be sales and they put them under glass now and they put them indoors and he's wondering if they would want it in the sphere and it's kind of a weird message some people think it's cool and a lot of people don't who will they're going to send the dealers the information and we are going to go out there with the information and we know what he's saying he comes in a sales package it's going to have brochures pamphlets spec sheets a special area I'm going to set it all up and it's going to have pictures in the window it actually kind of masks that it's in there and people have done that in the past with Lamborghinis and stuff I got to tell you it's going to be a class act what do you say it is all true and it's going to be up on the platform so you can't just drive off and they'll have a test model for people to drive and you have to have proof that you can purchase it and some kind of collateral if you test drive it for damage not that it would cover it we're going to go ahead and do this and the dealers are going to accept it cuz we're going to go there and we're going to put the room in and everything if they don't we're going to remove their dealership license it'll be a fight but that's what we're going to do we're going to go to other places too where they sell this kind of car supercar places his famous ones in Las Vegas real famous

Looking forward to this assignment because they say they don't want it and then they're going to say they do and it's going to be nice he wants to it's starting to add campaign and they did it before with a different car when it had power so he wants to say Chrysler centering a new era of performance and something like will show you our wings and the car will zoom off and you can't really see what it is and then the big Chrysler symbols floating like a flying wing and it would go flat and you can see it's a Chrysler symbol off into the sunset you see it disappear a lot of people like that kind of thing. Doesn't tell you what kind of car it is or what it can do it's a slow intro he wants to do it too he also wants to show the car and they have a race where it's not stock and slightly modified it's really just the tires and you show it running around driving around and saying most people haven't seen this for 60 something years and won't believe it when they figure it out and have them place at least hopefully in the race would be a real race he says and show clips of it changing the tires and pulling the decals off and driving through the winter circle as it as a personal car and say Chrysler entering a new era of performance and people actually like it used to make up slogans they're all over the world tons of people like it have a Coke and a smile and these people keep saying it to him and then stop doing it when they find out he knows what Coke is he knows what the smile is and he did the thing on purpose. I have had the idea too

I was thinking of a guy with silver wings it looks like led Zeppelin it's very heavy he says very heavy and he comes in and he flies in and it's a Chrysler wings then all sudden he transforms into and a nice expensive suit and tie with dress shoes pricey and he goes to the maitre d and ask for his car and you have to fly into the courtyard I guess into the restaurant and they pull up with a Chrysler supercar so that's pretty intense.. it seems a little angel and jump in front of me and the wind from her landing with distracts me and she get the keys I think I'm going to go with that one

Savage

You better believe it I got help too from above

Oppress

I have a commercial idea but we put it up there already and we have to publish this is a good idea

Hera

Zues

We like their ideas we like the approach and we have to do something and we have to ram it down their throats we're afraid to but that's what we're trying to do it's kind of late we have to get going on it and start making these vehicles again and take the stupid huge fuses out and things like that put an EMP stuff and we're going to do it this is a great idea the new design is real hot it's real fast it looks really good and it's nice and there's a whole bunch of supercar venues that might want it posted and we're going to request that they call Chrysler and request it and request the car and we hear they might be calling today

Olympus

[nights-legacy]

From My Past Life - Shigaraki Tomura

Help and Hide Series. Shigaraki Edition

Bakugo Ed. Kirishima Ed. Denki Ed. Todoroki Ed. Deku Ed. Shinso Ed. Iida Ed. Aizawa Ed. Tamaki Ed. Hawks Ed. Dabi Ed.

+ You are a villain with a tattoo quirk. You can touch someone and infuse “tattoo ink” into the body and control them until the ink wears away or they are rid of the ink by you. The more ink you infuse, the more time the person is under your control. After doing a small little job and walking away with no one the wiser, you attract the attention of an old classmate. Ignoring them, you hurry away. You spot a familiar black hoodie in the crowd and get help from them.

Glass and plastic shattered on the pavement. Yells and curses joined the rest of the noise. People were standing back and off to the sides, curious of what was going on. I swung my hand from side to side, directing the ‘crazy man’ on where and what to destroy next. Sirens blared as they got closer. Cop cars skidded to a stop on the street.

“Freeze and put your hands up!” They screamed. I chuckled and made him stop. The cops advanced on the man. I held him steady just until the cops were a few feet from him. I snapped my fingers to release him. He blinked awake.

“Wha-what’s going on?” He asked right before he was grabbed. I laughed as I watched from my spot against the building. I saw the man I had infected grow confused when the cops and heroes surrounded him and it was majorly amusing. I had made him trash a small hero office across the street just in time for said hero to return from lunch.

“Just too easy.” I said out loud. I grew bored as he was pushed into the cop car. I pushed off the wall lazily and walked down the street. I popped the gum in my mouth and stuck my hands in my pocket. I pick pocketed along the way and counted the cash as I came to a crosswalk.

“L/N?” I froze as someone called my name. Maybe someone else has my name here, yeah there definitely calling to someone… “Y/N L/N?” Well there goes that idea. I peeked off to my right where I heard the voice. I saw someone waving and I glance at them before turning away.

“Who…” The blue hair was familiar. I did another glance when they called again. “Oh shit.” I finally recognized them. It was a girl from my past life. She was a part of the friend group I used to have in high school. As soon as we graduated, I dropped off the radar. I was tired of the world I was living in. It wasn’t long after that I found the LOV. Well they found me. I had been assaulted and they found me in the alley where it happened. Ink slowly disappearing from the unconscious bodies in front of me.

“Is that really you?” They were close now. As soon as the cross walk opened, I moved quickly. I weaved through people and sped walk onto the sidewalk. “Hey, why are running?”

“Because I don’t want to talk to you dipshit.” I mumbled. I looked over my shoulder discreetly every now and again. They were still following me. I shook my head in annoyance and yanked my hood up. I tapped a person and they jerked and gasped as my quirk took control. “Distract the girl with blue hair.”

“Yes ma’am.” They stepped in between us. I popped around a corner and watched. She did everything she could to get away but the person counteracted everything. I darted to leave and snapped to release when I thought I was home free.

I sighed and relaxed as I walked again. I ran my fingers through my hair and flinched when a baby next to me screamed. I rolled my eyes and walked on. I couldn’t stand the sound of babies, among many things. I pulled out my phone and saw missed calls from Toga and Shiggy. I was about to call them back when I heard my name again.

“For fucks sake.” I looked behind me to see them again. They saw I was looking and waved eagerly. “Damn, relentless little bitch.” I groaned turned, nearly bolting down the sidewalk. I bumped into a few people. I was trying to think of a way to get away. I suddenly saw a familiar black hoodie out of the corner of my eye. “Yes!” I banked to the left and ran straight for him. I latched onto the arm of his hoodie.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” His raspy voice came out angrily.

“Relax Shiggy, it’s me.” I sassed while dragging him into an alley. He stopped fighting my pull and followed me. I stopped, my back facing the wall. I ripped off my hoodie and threw it off to the side leaving me in a flowy crop top.

“What are you doing?” I waved him off and shook my hair out. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into me. I wrapped my leg around his waist and pulled his face really close to mine. His hands landed on the wall next to my shoulders, finger on each hand held out.

“Just bear with me, okay?” I whispered. He didn’t say anything but his breathing was wavering and hard.

I wrapped my arms loosely around his shoulders and look out of the alley. I saw her turning and looking around frantically. She even looked in the alley at us but looked on. She finally walked away, slumped.

“Okay, they’re gone. You can…” As soon as I turned completely towards him, his lips pressed against mine hard. I made a sound of surprise. He pulled back within a few seconds. I stared at him in shook.

“You can’t just pull me in like that and expect me not to kiss you.” He smirked before leaning forward again. I met him this time, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck. I felt his hands move as the kiss became more heated. One ended up on my thigh as the other landed on the bare skin of my waist.

“Ep, you’re hands are cold.” I giggled against his lips. He smiled and pulled away a bit.

“Then you better warm them up.” He said before diving in again. We stood there and made out until his phone rang out annoyingly. He pulled away and groaned. He took a step back and let my leg fall. I shook the daze out of my head and pushed my hair back. I paused as soon as it hit me what I just did.

“Shit.” I said under my breath. I just made out with my boss. I looked at him as he talked on the phone. I smiled after a minute, touching my fingertips to my lips. He hung up and looked at me. I pulled my hand away and looked anywhere but him before smiling innocently.

“What? Can’t handle it?”

“Nope. That’s not it.” I said sheepishly. He smirked before reaching out and wrapping a hand loosely around my neck.

“Care to share? Huh, little miss Ink.” I shook my head teasingly. His red eyes glared for a second before he let go. “Fine have it your way. I will get it out of you one way or another.”

“You can try.” I said before pecking his lips quickly. I walked over to grab my hoodie and threw it on. I turned back towards him. He crooked a finger for me to come to him. I walked over and he grabbed my chin. “Sooo, why did you call me earlier?”

“You went to long without checking in. Was starting to think you got caught.” He said while looking over my face. “Apparently not.” He let go of my chin. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“Yes sir.” He gave me a glare.

“Don’t call me that.” He scratched his neck. “Come on let’s get back to the bar.” We walked in silence back to the hideout. I was about to walk in when he pulled me back. “Why did you pull me into the alley?”

“Oh, a person I knew in high school was trying to follow me and talk to me. I had been trying to lose her for blocks but she was determined. So I pulled you in to help me hide.” I confessed. He nodded while looking down the street.

“Alright. Now come ‘hide’ in my room later. There are a few things we need to talk about.” He said simply before walking into the bar without me. I just stood in shock until I was hit in the back of the head. I glared at Dabi.

“Why are you just standing there?”

“None of your business, burnt bacon bits.” I sneered before walking inside, on pins and needles.

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