#I know everyone else in my building isn’t gonna do anything about it

[knucklestheenchilada]

Went to double check I locked my apartment (on account of the adhd) and someone broke off a key in the building’s front door???? Give me roughly 12 hours to tell you how I’m getting back inside tonight

#I know everyone else in my building isn’t gonna do anything about it #ughhhhhhh I guess I can go through the trash room? to get in #or I can buzz every single apartment until someone opens the door #oh this sucks

[traveler-at-heart]

Secrets

Summary: You try to keep your relationship a secret!

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

It was fun at first.

The thrill of sneaking around, secret glances, hidden touches. It had been quite a ride to get to where you were with Natasha, and knowing how the team could be, you both wanted to keep your relationship to yourselves, at least for a little while.

One of your secret spots were the stairs. With a building so big, it was natural that everyone took the elevator. It was the perfect place to meet the redhead and more often than not, the conversation progressed into an intense make out session that left you breathless.

“Is the elevator broken?” Steve asks as you come back from one of your little escapades. You jump at his presence, your mind still thinking about the feeling of Natasha’s lips on yours.

“Uh… no. It’s working just fine. I like to take the stairs to… exercise”

“That’s a nice idea. Maybe I’ll try it one of these days” he nods.

Cap and his obliviousness, sweet old man. He has no idea you’re all flushed for reasons that have nothing to do with coming up the steps.

Still, you think nothing of it. He was probably trying to be nice when he said it was a good idea. The next day, when you’re lost in Natasha, intoxicated by her supple lips and the way they move against your own, you miss the sound of heavy footsteps and an off key whistle.

“Crap” Natasha is the first to react, breaking apart. You turn to look down, Steve taking the steps two at a time.

Fit bastard.

“Morning!” he says, too happy for your liking.

“Oh, hi, we were just…”

“We?” he echoes, and you look around. No trace of Natasha.

“I mean, me. I was just taking a break. I think I’ll go back to taking the elevator”

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, just a bit agitated. Nothing to worry, Cap”

Steve nods and smiles.

“I told everyone about your great idea. I think people will start using the stairs more”

“Oh, that’s just peachy”

Once again, he is oblivious to your actual feelings. After he’s gone, Natasha jumps from behind the staircase.

“Jesus, how did you manage to do that so quickly”

“Well, you always have to be ready for a quick escape, detka”

Natasha leans forward and pecks your lips, but before she can do anything else, you drag her back to the hallway.

“You heard Cap. Our secret spot is no longer secret”

—

So far, you haven’t found a decent replacement for the stairs, except for a supply closet. And by God, you are not that desperate.

As you cook dinner, Natasha comes up behind you, and you relax against her.

“I’ve missed you” she says against your shoulder, placing small kisses that tickle you.

“I missed you too, love”

A hand goes around your middle and she toys with the hem of your shirt, lips kissing your neck, and that sweet spot behind your earlobe that makes you shiver.

“Nat” you moan, and you don’t know if you want her to stop or keep going.

Yelena answers that for you as she steps inside, eyes widening. You draw blank, because honestly, how can you explain this?

Natasha takes matters into her own hands, literally, as she hugs you and pretends to do the Heimlich maneuver.

“She’s choking” Natasha says and Yelena scrambles around.

“Oh, my God, Y/N, please don’t die”

The redhead pretends to help you, squeezing your middle and you cough.

“I think I’m…”

Unfortunately, the blonde is too freaked out and pushes Natasha away, thinking she’s helping you.

As she presses against your sternum, you are suddenly out of breath and you swear you can feel your ribs cracking.

“Ok, I’m fine, Yelena, thanks” you break free of her hold, sure that your sides will be bruised next morning.

Yelena doesn’t let you cook anymore, so you end up with a dinner of mac and cheese, and Natasha’s sister sitting in the middle while you three watch tv.

“I’m sorry” Natasha says when her sister gets up to grab another soda.

“Just for the record, this isn’t the type of choking I had in mind”

—

“They’re gonna be here any minute” you say against Natasha’s shoulder.

“I know” she bites your neck and you sink further into her lap.

The Quinjet, out of all places is where you find some privacy. The rest of the team will join shortly, as you have a recon mission.

But you can’t keep your hands to yourself and you end up naked, straddling Natasha’s lap as she moves her fingers inside of you.

“God, you look so pretty like this” she says against your chest.

“Nat, more” you plead. It’s too much and too little at the same time. She listens, moving her hand faster and your hips match her pace.

“God. Yes” you collapse in her arms.

“Request to open gate” FRIDAY informs and you curse, because you want more than a second to catch your breath.

Sneaking around is getting old now.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up” Natasha says, helping you up. She looks proud when your legs shake.

“Shut up” you say, which only makes her smile wider.

While the team enters the Quinjet, you go back to the bathroom with Nat as you hurriedly put your suits on.

“Red? Y/N?” Tony calls for you.

“Here” you raise your arm, feeling a bit tense. Maybe you pulled a muscle.

Stark nods your way and starts the Quinjet, while Steve goes over the plan with everyone else. You stay seated, vaguely aware that something feels different but you can’t tell what it is.

“Be careful” Natasha says when you part ways, squeezing your hand.

Your job is to keep an eye on the guards at the south gate and stop them if they are called to attack the intel team.

Which unfortunately does happen, so you run to shoot, kick and punch at every one of them.

There are two guards left, and as you reach for your gun, something incredibly unexpected happens.

Your suit opens right in the front, revealing your red lacy bra.

“What the fuck” you shout, looking down.

The guard in front of you opens his mouth, completely enthranced by your cleavage.

“New strategy?” Tony flies over, knocking him down. He sends the last man standing across the room.

“No! I don’t know what happened!”

You try to cover but the leather is not giving in.

“Ok, well. We’re done here so you can put all that” he gestures to your chest. “Back in the Quinjet”

Rolling your eyes, and with your arms crossed in front of you, you walk back to the jet.

As you lock eyes with Natasha, you finally notice how her own suit is loose on the shoulders.

You switched when you were getting dressed.

“I like this new look” Sam wiggles his eyebrows and Natasha sends a widow bite straight to his ass.

“Oops” she shrugs her shoulders as he glares.

Feeling a little better after that, you go inside and find a t-shirt to cover up.

When you leave the bathroom, everyone is silent.

“Ok, it’s not like you all haven’t seen boobs before. So get over yourselves. Except Steve, he gets a pass” you bark at them.

“I’ve seen boobs before” he tries to say but no one pays attention.

Natasha stays silent and you think she might be upset or reconsidering this whole thing.

You expect the worse as you land and she leads you back to your room.

“Nat…”

The redhead holds her finger up, taking your shirt off and sinking her face in your breasts.

“Really?”

“Mine” she grumbles, her hands squeezing possessively.

Well, at least some good came out of it.

—

The atmosphere is tense.

Clint, Wanda, Peter and you are playing Jenga.

Honestly, you are the one at a disadvantage here. With Clint’s aim and the enhanced individuals, you don’t stand a chance.

The way Natasha looks at you from across the room doesn’t help either.

It’s been a few days since you were together. Fury called her for an urgent mission and you had to resist the urge to sneak into the Quinjet and beg her to fuck you against the console.

And now, she’s back and you can’t wait for the night to wrap up so you can wrap your legs around her while she eats your…

“Gah!” Wanda screeches, knocking over the tower. “My mind, my eyes”

Crap.

“Wanda, a word?” you plead, dragging her out of the living room while Clint and Peter stare.

“You” she slaps your arm. “And you” she glares at Natasha as she approaches, pushing you both to her room.

“Sorry, we are keeping it a secret for now”

“But your thoughts are so loud” she massages her temples, clearly distraught. “I was so focused on the game and still I could hear everything, see everything”

“Sorry” you grimace. “Do you think you could… not tell anyone? For a bit”

“Oh, trust me, I’m very eager to pretend none of this happened”

“Thanks, Wanda” Natasha says and the girl nods.

“It’s nice to see you both happy. Just try to keep your thoughts to yourselves”

“We’ll try”

Wanda nods, walking out. Natasha’s quick to push you against the wall, eyes darkened by lust.

“Wanna tell me what was on your mind?”

“Can you at least wait for me to leave the hallway?!” Wanda screams from outside.

“You have ten seconds, Maximoff”

“Thanks, I hate you”

—

You figure a little distance from everyone will do you good.

So, you get tickets to a Yankees game and spend the day in the city with Natasha.

Even if you are only a half hour away from the Compound, among the sea of people, no one looks at you when you hold her hand, or share a kiss in the middle of your walk.

“This is nice” you smile, bringing her hand to your lips.

The first half of the game is slow, but you enjoy the time eating popcorn and making comments with Natasha about the score.

During the break, several people in the audience are featured in the screens. A girl chugs an entire beer while the crowd goes wild.

“Damn” you laugh, but the next image you see is you, next to Natasha.

The kiss cam.

“No, we’re fine” you wave your arms and the crowd boos. “Ok, not nice!”

“Don’t be such a baby” she smiles, pulling you closer.

“Pretty sure Steve and Bucky are watching the game back home”

“You jump, I jump” she leans forward, allowing you to decide if you wanna do this or not. As your lips meet in a short kiss, everyone starts clapping and cheering you on.

“Are you sure about what we just did?”

“Very. I’m tired of hiding. You make me happy. What’s wrong with that?” Natasha says and you smile against her lips.

“You are so getting lucky tonight”

But before you can kiss her again, both of your phones go crazy with texts from everyone on the team.

Tony: Is this why Wanda asked me for a way to erase her memory?

Sam: Now I know why you electrocuted my ass, Red!

Wanda: DONT COME NEAR ME

“Still think we made the right call?” you roll your eyes as the texts keep coming.

“Absolutely, detka” she says before kissing you softly.

Yeah. It’s gonna be ok.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff fluff

[yawnderu]

no bc i js saw ur “141 w an immortal reader” post and altho it was rlly silly, alternatively it could be so…sad

(this isn’t a req or anything, just me word vomitting) but like imagine the reader has to deal w someone in the task force dying (soap would obv fit here given mwiii) and the reader just has this like. realization that yeah, they’re in the military, and death is normal and everything, but despite one of their teammates dying, they’re still gonna have to go on.

until the end of time. until each one of their loved ones is dead.

SO YEAH IMMORTAL READER IS A VERY SILLY CONCEPT AND I LOVE IT BUT MY MIND IMMEDIATELY WENT TO THE MORE SAD SIDE KF IT 😭 IM SO SRY FOR SUBJECTING U TO THIS

(ily and all ur writing sm tho mwah)

Ahhh absolutely!! Immortal!Reader has a lot of material for angst, unfortunately :(((

Especially if her immortality isn't something that can be passed down to others, she'd have to deal with seeing everyone around her dying, becoming older and older each passing year without being able to do anything about it, that's how humans are.

She spent so long trying to stay alone and not warming up to anyone, only doing her job, yet the 141 knows that everything has cracks— how else does the sunlight get in? They broke down her walls more and more each year until she eventually accepts them in her heart, knowing these are highly trained and skilled men, and the chances of them dying on her are so small.

So small, but not 0. The second she sees Soap's body dropping to the floor, her heart almost stops. A blood curling scream leaves her lips as she rushes to him, not even caring about the bullets entering and leaving her body, nothing can stop her from getting to her best friend. Her Johnny.

She's heartbroken the moment she sees the blood pouring out of his head, knowing she's never getting him back. It's so easy for her walls to build again, guarding her from ever experiencing the same pain again and again. Would likely die of a heartbreak— just to come back to life seconds later, her pain just getting worse by the second.

If it wasn't for Simon having a talk with her, she would have left the 141 just to avoid seeing any of them die again. She's a lot more guarded, more quiet, doesn't laugh at Simon's jokes anymore and only attends team celebrations if she's practically forced to.

It's not fair. Not fair for her friends to die when she's stuck being here forever. The survivor's guilt would be absolutely awful, especially if any other 141 men die.

#stray answers #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost mw2 #call of duty #ghost cod #gaz modern warfare #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap call of duty #cod #mw2 fanfic #mw2 #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #141 task force #task force 141 #cod 141 #tf 141 #141 x reader

[mirkoluvs]

★ MHA CHARACTERS WHEN YOU WON’T TELL THEM WHAT’S WRONG

characters: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki

genre: fluff, kinda comfort !!

izuku midoriya

- i love him so much but he would be unbelievably awkward 💀

- you told him you were fine, but it was clear you were the complete opposite of that

- when he tried asking you the first time, you just brushed it off and brought up something else, practically forcing a topic change

- but by the time classes were over and everyone was back in the dorms, you still looked just as miserable as you did before

- he couldn’t just let you suffer alone, so he mustered up all of his courage and went over to talk to you

“uhm… y/n, can i talk to you?”, midoriya asked, getting your attention. “sure, what’s wrong?”, you asked, following him as he walked to a more private part of the common room. “i don’t mean to be nosy, but are you sure you’re alright? i know you said you were fine earlier, but you don’t really look like it… WAIT, THAT CAME OUT WRONG. i mean, you look great as always! wait, no. i mean, yes! okay, what i’m trying to ask is-“, “izuku, i get what you’re trying to say, relax”, you interrupted him from his rant, causing him to let out a slight chuckle of embarrassment. “okay, i may have lied a little bit. i just got in a bit of trouble with mr. aizawa for not doing my homework on time and it ruined my mood, i promise it’s nothing serious”, you said, reassuring him. as if he had been holding it in all day, he let out a huge sigh of relief, leaning against the wall. “well that’s reassuring. i was thinking it was something really serious… not that what mr. aizawa said isn’t important! if you want, i could help you with your homework after school, kind of like a tutor!”, he suggested, perking up at the idea. you as well liked the sound of that, thinking of the things that could come out of it. “that actually sounds like a really good idea! thanks, izuku. for checking up on me and offering to tutor me”, you smiled at the boy. his face going from normal to a bright shade of red in mere moments, he hastily nodded his head. “no problem!”.

katsuki bakugo

- we all know bakugo’s a perspective person, so he notices when your mood is off

- “oi, what’s wrong with you, moron?”

- instead of making a snarky comment like you always do, you just muttered a “nothing” and pushed by him, walking out of the classroom

- he knew you were lying and it pissed him off, but he didn’t bother since you were already gone

- now, you two usually walk together after school and you still did walk with him, it was just unbearably quiet.

- usually you would find anything to talk about the whole entire walk home, but this time you didn’t even make a peep.

- this REALLY pissed him off, but he didn’t just brush it off this time

grabbing your wrist, bakugo dragged you behind a building, pinning you against a wall, his arms trapping you in, hands laid against the wall right next to your head. “what the hell-?”, “alright, cut the shit. what’s wrong? you’re acting weird and it’s annoying as hell”, he said in an irritated tone. “i already said it’s nothing”, you repeated from earlier. clicking his tongue, he rolled his eyes, clearly seeing through you. “do you think i’m dumb or some shit? i can tell you’re lying. you aren’t leaving until you spit it out”, he told you. it really didn’t look like he was going to budge anytime soon, so you sighed, giving in. “okay, okay! fine. i’m just upset because i got a really bad score during training today and it just put me off because i worked so hard and i still did bad”, you confessed, looking down in embarrassment. the silence was loud until you saw him put his arms down, letting out a sigh. “that’s it? you’re dramatic as hell”, he said, his attitude-filled tone coming back. “wow, thanks”, you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “if you needed help with training, you could’ve just asked. throwing a pity party isn’t gonna fix shit, so actually communicate with me so we can figure it out together”, he finished, his tone softening. it was rare to ever receive actual advice or even help from bakugo, even if he was a little harsh with it. you couldn’t help but snicker at his attitude change, causing him to whip his head around. “WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY?!”, he shouted at you as you continued to burst out in laughter. “i-im sorry! it’s just i’ve never seen you be so nice before, it’s so out of character for you and it’s funny!”, you laughed, trying to catch your breath. “tch, whatever, idiot! you better take my offer or else you aren’t getting any help from me” he told you with annoyance in his tone. “i will, trust me! thank you, katsuki”, you smiled.

shoto todoroki

- this poor man 😭

- he doesn’t really realize realize that you’re hiding something from him, he literally just thinks you hate him

- usually he would be greeted in the mornings by you running up to his desk and talking to him about any life updates, but that didn’t happen today

- instead, you walked right to your seat and didn’t say a word all period and it stayed like that the whole day

- when he tried to talk to you and asked if you were okay, you just responded in small hums, making it seem as if you were uninterested

- after a while, he just flat out asked you

“y/n, do you hate me?”, todoroki asked, causing you to practically choke on the juice you were drinking. “what?! no, why would i hate you?”, you asked, clearing your throat. “well, you haven’t spoken to me all day, so i assumed that was the case. if it is, i will leave you alone if that’s what you would like”, he said, preparing his stuff to move to a different table. “no, wait! shoto, im not mad at you at all, it’s just been a rough day, that’s all”, you reassured him, pulling him back down into the seat by his shirt. “oh”, he stated dumbfounded, sitting back down. he felt like a complete idiot by not noticing that something may be wrong. it was hard for him to figure out other people’s feelings as he had that problem himself. “well, what’s wrong then?”, he asked you, showing full attentiveness. you sighed before continuing to explain how you got in trouble with your parents for “being too careless” when it came to doing hero work and how it put you in a bad mood for the rest of the day. he nodded, taking everything you said into account before coming up with something to say. “well, i think you are amazing when it comes to hero work, you just act quickly, which may be a bit risky sometimes, but heros have to take risk to save people, right?”, he said, trying his best to help you out. you cracked a small smile for the first time all day, appreciating how hard he was trying to make you feel better. “yeah, you’re right. thanks, sho! and sorry about earlier, i shouldn’t have ignored you like that”, you apologized, feeling guilty about how you made him think you hated him. “it’s alright. i was a bit worried, but now that you told me what was actually going on, i feel a lot better. just know you can always tell me when somethings wrong, i’ll listen”.

© mirkoluvs. please do not copy, modify, or repost on other platforms. thank you !!

#mha fanfiction #mha fluff #mha x reader #mha comfort #bakugo comfort #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugo katuski #mha deku #deku x reader #deku comfort #deku fluff #todoroki fluff #todoroki x reader #mha todoroki #todoroki comfort #mha imagines #mha scenarios

[itsabouttimex2]

ooo if your not busy maybe Mei or Azure a gn! Reader who’s a descendant of the lady bone demon but said friend tries to hide that fact from them

(Thank you for sending such an interesting request! I ended up liking this scenario so much that I wrote out a few characters for it!)

Descendant of the Lady Bone Demon: Part One

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Maybe they should’ve seen this coming. Maybe there were a few warning signs they didn’t pick up on. Looking back on it now, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? All those little things should’ve added up a long time ago.

The way the room grew silent and tense when you walked in, no matter how how exuberant it had been prior. How you manage to sneak up on everyone without even trying, as though you had no presence. The wide berth that strangers give you, even though they can’t explain why. That last one had been particularly strange for your friends. They hadn’t understood why people would treat you so coldly, not back then.

They understand now.

Mei Dragon thinks of you as one of her best friends, right alongside MK. Even in childhood were the two of you close, your company providing a brief break from her parents expectations and the crushing weight of living up to her family name. She grows up to think of you as a sibling, really. She’s a ride or die, rise to the challenge, thrill junkie sort of girl. And above all else, she’s fiercely loyal to her friends.

So Mei doesn’t believe a word that LBD has to say. She doesn’t care about destiny, about fate, about these so-called “invisible strings that guide us all through life”.

She lives her life as she pleases, doing what makes her and her friends happy! And she’s not gonna listen to a word that some wannabe world-destroyer has to say about it!

Until the Lady Bone Demon mentions you.

“Y/N bears my very own blood, thin though it has grown. In time, they will follow the very same path I have, to cleanse this world of pain and suffering.”

Now she’s listening. Her control over the Samadhi Fire slips, scorching a ring of death into the earth around her. The heat alone wilts the any flora that was spared outright combustion. “How…” The fire flickers, fizzles.

And then promptly reignites, blazing hotter than ever before. Immediately, the Lady Bone Demon cringes away from Mei’s sweltering power as oppressive heat waves bear down on her. She can only watch in fear and awe as the Samadhi Fire grows hotter and brighter, fueled by rage.

“How DARE you say that about my friend! Y/N would never do anything like that!” A blazing arc of black and red fire slices into the blue crystal formations created by the demon, melting them into sizzling puddles. Her anger builds with each lash of multicolored fire, reducing each and every spiked crystal around her to a mess of glowing goo.

That anger doesn’t fade even after the fight is over, not even after she gets to see the Lady Bone Demon shred apart and drift away. It’s cathartic to watch, but doesn’t make her any less angry about what she heard.

No, that anger only fades once she has you in her arms, hugging you as tightly to herself as possible. You don’t know about your lineage. No one else does either. Just Mei. Which leaves her with the worst dilemma of her life.

Does she tell you? Does she tell anyone?

She doesn’t want to be like Sun Wukong, hiding important information from even the people who would be affected by it the most. She was a victim of that, and it had hurt. She doesn’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing she wants. But she also doesn’t want to cast any doubt on you, doesn’t want anyone to think you might end up a destructive foe that would one day need to be struck down.

The fear of losing you somehow outweighs the fear of you being angry at her for withholding information from you.

So she keeps quiet.

Mei rationalizes her silence on the matter by telling herself that she’ll tell you later. Yes, everything will work out, she’s sure of it! She’ll just… wait. Just a little bit. When everything calms down and everyone starts to move on from this disaster, she’ll speak up. Once everyone is in a better, happier mood, they’ll definitely be more receptive to the bad news, right? So she isn’t doing anything wrong. She isn’t acting like the Monkey King. She’s… just keeping you safe.

And she really hopes you won’t hate her for it.

———————————————————————

Tang has long pondered your place in this little group. It’s not that he doesn’t like having you here, nothing of the sort! Really, he sees you as family, the same way he sees everyone else in this ragtag group of misfits.

But you stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone else has a direct tie to the original pilgrims who once undertook a legendary journey to retrieve sacred texts.

Tang Sanzang for Tang. Zhu Baije for Pigsy. Sha Wujing for Sandy. Ao Lie for Mei. Sun Wukong for MK. Everyone had someone who their skills, appearance, or even personality harkened back to.

Everyone except for you. Tang had made several guesses before, wondering if there was someone you yourself were standing in the place of. But no one truly seems to fit. Rather than distancing himself from you over this disparity, he makes an effort to grow closer. “It must be lonely”, he reasons to himself, “being the odd man out.” He’s struggled with his own insecurities of being useless or weak, so he can relate to you on a personal level. After making that connection between the two of you, he starts to look out for you, trying to help guide you as you grow.

Tang probably sees himself as your father figure, just the way he sees himself as MK’s.

But, since you don’t have the support system that MK has, he tries to take a more involved role in your life. He’ll sit down with you to chat about any troubles or struggles you have, offering you a kind ear and a welcoming shoulder. And if you ever are struggling with something so bad that it breaks you down and leaves you in tears, he happily takes you into his arms and stays with you through the meltdown. If you fall asleep in his embrace after wearing yourself out, he enjoys it all the more.

He cherishes moments like that, actually.

Sure, he’s sympathetic to your feelings of loneliness and isolation. It’s true that he wants you to be happy. Sometimes he hates the world for hurting you the way it has.

But he loves that you trust him enough to break down in front of him, that you trust him to console and protect you in your weakest moments.

Even at a moment like this, where one of the greatest threats to humanity is bearing down on the two of you. For once, he doesn’t hide or cower. Not when your life is on the life. His golden shield encapsulates both of you, a fierce glare painting his face as he holds you close. You breath raggedly against his shoulder, barely able to support yourself. You had been wounded in the fight, nearly passing out after taking several blows for him and the others. Now, he holds you close, standing tall as you lean on him for support. He watches as the Lady Bone Demon throws attack after attack at the two of you, each blast of crystal and bone shattering and fading against his aureate shield.

The ancient demon glares down at him, a sneer curling her face. “You would fight your destiny? The great monk, Tang Sanzang-”

“I don’t care! Even if I am his reincarnation or his descendant… the choices I make are mine and mine alone! And I will always choose to protect my friends!”

“Even Y/N? Even the very one who bears my blood within them? Are you truly willing to risk saving them now, that they might follow my ways later?”

All the little pieces click into place for him. The mystery he had pondered the most was finally solved, and now he had to live with learning the answer.

“That- that doesn’t matter! Y/N is a person all their own, who will make their own decisions! And I trust them to stay by our side and fight for good! I won’t let you corrupt them!”

And he doesn’t. His resplendent barrier holds fast, shining brightly until all that is left of the demon has been scattered to the wind. He holds you gently, mustering the strength to carry you on his when everyone makes the trip back to Pigsy’s noodle shop. Someone like Sandy or Wukong would definitely better suited to the physical labor he was performing, but Tang couldn’t bear to separate himself from you yet.

Nor is he willing to let go once everyone has taken a seat. He props you up against himself, rubbing your back to keep you awake. “The kids eat first,” Pigsy says, carrying three hearty bowls of noodles. MK, then Mei, then you. Once all of you have your noodles, the chef goes back to the kitchen to start on another batch. Tang holds the bowl and the chopsticks, lifting the noodles to your mouth. Occasionally, he tips the bowl to your mouth so you can sip at the nourishing broth. On any other day, he would’ve swiped a few bites for himself while feeding you. Now, you’re all he can think of. He feeds you bite by bite, then guides you to lay your head in his lap once you’ve finished.

“Hey, Tang.” Pigsy peers down at him, another bowl of noodles in his hands. He passes it to Tang. “What was that demon lady saying to ya anyways?”

Tang looks down at you, watching your chest rise and fall, looking more at peace than ever before. He can’t tell you. Not here. Not now. Maybe not ever. But he and Pigsy can both keep secrets, and more than that, you’ll have two targets to split your anger between, keeping Tang from catching the brunt of it if you ever do find out. So he asks:

“Do you think you can keep a secret, Pigsy?”

Red Son

He doesn’t know why he likes you. By all means, you’re just another peasant, another mortal working at the same noodle store that his arch-rival is. But there’s something different about you. Maybe it’s the way you never seem to flinch or cringe or even cower. Maybe it’s the cool head you keep. Maybe it’s the wide-eyed awe you stare at his creations with.

Even after you had been kidnapped.

“I thinks that it was very clever of you,” you softly admit, not fighting against your bonds. “The way you used the tri-toothed 1x2 plates. I don’t see many people use those.”

He shouldn’t be happy to hear you say that. He should scoff and huff and strike down your praise like it’s meaningless drivel. But it’s not. Not to him. He’s been waiting to hear something like that for a long time, actually. Now, if it only it had been from the mouth of his father…

He shakes himself from those thoughts. “Not that a PEASANT like you could ever comprehend just how truly clever my work is! In fact, the legs of this machine are held in place by a truly unique-” “Technic angular wheel,” you finish for him. “It was a smart choice. I bet finding one that could evenly bear the weight of four legs at once wasn’t easy.”

No… no, it hadn’t been. In fact, it had been very hard to source that component. But here you were… acknowledging him. Praising him. Giving weight to his accomplishments by recognizing them. Somewhere deep inside, he’s a little touched to have his efforts commended.

Not that your kindness inspires him to release you. The only thing that frees you is MK and Mei coming in and storming through, knocking him over the head and escaping with you in their clutch.

Still, he doesn’t… hate you, at least. Or maybe, he just hates you less now. It’s a surprisingly good start.

A start that you continue to build off of throughout your repeated interactions, to his surprise. Your praise wasn’t just a one-time thing, wasn’t a way to get him to drop his guard. It had been genuine, entirely sincere. You had truly thought of him as clever, and you still do.

His schemes become less destructive, but more frequent. MK starts sending you out to deal with him, and most of your “skirmishes” end without any true damage. The two of you talk tech, and then he “tactically retreats” from the fight. Eventually, he drops the act, just swinging by the noodle store to talk with you about mechs or vehicles or rare components and where to find them at reasonable prices.

It’s a strange sight for everyone, the two of you amicably chatting. Sometimes someone will try to butt in, usually MK, who tries to keep up with your conversations to no avail. Other times it’ll be Pigsy, making sure that one of his employees isn’t being threatened or endangered. If one of his new mechs has a Journey to the West inspiration, Tang will happily chime in on it.

But most often, it’s only the two of you, happily talking as equals. Not enemies. Not rivals. Just… actual friends, somehow.

Even if it meant fighting to defend them, these are the sorts of moments he doesn’t want to lose. He wants to protect these cherished hours he spends with you, sharing noodles and blueprints in the middle of a crowded but welcoming restaurant.

Even if it meant fighting a foe he had no chance of defeating. All he has to do is buy a little bit of time. Just enough for MK and his ragtag team of idiots and peasants to smash this osseous demon into pieces. He glares up at her, his hair and hands exploding into flame. It’s a mere display, a small threat to keep her occupied. If she focuses on him, then she can’t hurt you.

Not that she’s trying.

“Foolish child. Do you really think I can’t understand the game that you’re trying to play? You would stand in the way of a peaceful world, all in the name of protecting the heir of your enemy?”

He falls to the ground, clutching his head in pain as she taps into his mind to deliver her next words.

“But a meager resistance cannot hope to undo destiny. I will find Y/N, and add their power to my own. That is their destiny, and I will see it fulfilled.”

“You- you won’t! I wont allow it, you… you PEASANT! You can’t hope to beat all of us! The Demon Bull Family, Sun Wukong and his successor, and the Six-Eared Macaque! All of us will stand against you! If we stand together, there is no threat that can overcome us!”

It’s a little funny, almost. Once, he would’ve scoffed and mocked another for saying such a thing. They sound silly on his tongue, cheesy and overblown. It’s something more suited to MK and his band of goons, speeches of friendship and overcoming adversities together. But it’s true.

And her defeat is testament to the strength that loves brings.

He thinks he loves you. You’re what he imagines having a little sibling is like. He wonders if you could love yourself, if you knew the truth of your heritage. Maybe you could. Maybe you’d fall apart and refuse to trust yourself ever again.

He chats idly with MK as you rest your head on his lap. It brings a strange peace to his heart. You look almost happy, in spite of the bruises and cuts. You look happy, which is proof that you didn’t hear a word that the Lady Bone Demon said about your blood ties.

He doesn’t want to rob you of that happiness so quickly, not when you fought and bled for it.

He absentmindedly strokes your head, thinking of how he’d roast anyone who might try to harm so much as a single hair on it. He can’t let anyone hurt you. Not even himself.

So he keeps quiet, and prays that all will turn out well.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere LMK #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere Mei #Mei Dragon #Yandere Tang #Mr. Tang #Yandere Red Son #Red Son #sorry it took so long #I put a lot of effort into this one! #Crystal Heir

[hellobabydoll333]

The Dilemma of ‘Feeling(s)’ & Why You Should Keep the Focus on Yourself

Sometimes I get into the feeling of having and then I’m anxious. I don’t want it to end. I want to know what I should do if/when it ends. So I panic n over-consume- desperate to keep it alive, and then it ends.

We all know that to manifest you just assume. But unfortunately some of us are dealing with circumstances that makes our mind think it’s not that easy. But it is, don’t get me wrong. However, the pressure, the anxiety and the fear is all real. And this is how Law of assumption ties in with mental health and wellness.

I talked about my problem above but luckily I’ve found something that helps and I’m gonna share it with you. If you’ve read my blog, you’ve maybe seen that I live by 3 things:

I am pure consciousness

It is done.

Fuck anything or anyone that says otherwise.

They’re all pretty self explanatory but I shall do a quick dive into all three.

I am Pure Consciousness

I believe I am the creator of my reality and anything can be created at anytime BUT everything I want is already created and I just have to choose what to be aware of just like how I don’t identify with my outer body, but instead, the ‘inner man’ or my soul. I really resonate with this because the soul isn’t something I can see but I know it’s there. So therefore I’m pure consciousness.

It is done

LOA is based off of assumptions as is said in the name. Whatever you assume to be true is true. It’s all about what you assume to be true. If you assume you have all your desires, you do. Which is why we say it is done. Assume it is done and it is so.

Fuck anything/anyone else that says otherwise

As the goddess of my reality, why would I have to care about what anyone else says? I decide, not anyone else. I’m not meant to ever give my power away to anyone or anything ever. I shouldn��t let anyone’s opinions ever affect me or take control of my actions, thoughts or assumptions. It is always me. Why would I let someone influence me into believing that I am anything other than I say I am?

Keep the focus on YOURSELF

After I remind myself of these three principles, I’ll move on. Some people say that obsessing over your desire is fine and is something normal. I agree but if you’re like me obsessing can lead to negativity- thoughts questioning everything and everyone. Sometimes I do dwell in knowing I have everything I want, but when I realize it’s turning into something negative and questioning, I shift my focus. I’m low key a procrastinator (working on it) so I got shit to do always.

The most important thing I’ve been procrastinating is myself. I’ve been looking for ways to better myself and I noticed it’s by learning more about me. Not letting anyone decide who I am. I know that I’m the best version of myself but as I get to know myself more and more I find out how and I find out more and more who this best ver of self is. Who is she? Me.

So something’s I’ve been doing is focusing on participating in more hobbies. And your hobbies don’t need to be destructive, you can do so many things like learn a language- which is fun and educational, you can read- expands your vocabulary, knowledge and is fun. And there are many more. My fav pastimes

And I’ve been focusing on bettering myself, baby steps but I’ve been building a morning, night and other little routines for myself that’ll only do good for myself now and in the long run.

And allat to say

It’s okay if you slip up. We all have our moments however it isn’t the end of the world. During these times make sure you take care of yourself and your mental health and remember that your thoughts not anyone else don’t hold the power- you do. It is done. There’s nothing to stress or worry about. If you ever need someone to talk to (as long as it isn’t trauma dumping) or you have any questions, you can always send me an ask. <3

hellobabydoll333

If you read this already because I accidentally posted it two times… no you didn’t

#angeldust.mp3 #pretty princess syndrome #loass post #dream girl #it girl #law of assumption #self concept #loass angel #loassumption #neville goddard #I am #states #loa #loass posts #loass #loa tumblr #loablr #eiypo #imagination is reality #spirituality #girlblog #hyperfemininity #hyper feminine #hyper femme #hypergamy #shifting #desired reality #reality shifting #mental wellness #mental health

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts and I fixed it up and decided to post it as a little blurb. Enjoy!

No mention of skin color, but the reader is the daughter of Sam Wilson!

Pairing: Peter Parker x samwilsondaughter!fem!reader

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sam said, walking into the Avengers tower, holding the door open for everyone behind him.

“When do you ever think something is a good idea?” Bucky replied.

“All the time, all the time, but this one right here? Is not it.” Said Sam, as he walked further away from the group, and sat atop of a table.

“Well, this a great opportunity for the both of them.” Steve said.

“For what exactly?”

“Maybe they’ll bond over something and get close with one another.” Natasha replied, sitting next to Sam on the table.

“Yeah, and that’s what scares the hell outta me.” He responded and stood up from the table and began to pace.

Sam has always put an overprotective bubble, over (Y/N). Her being both his only daughter and child, he just wants the best for her. And (Y/N) sees that, but he doesn’t know that she’s losing the opportunity to be a teen.

She wants to go out with friends? It was a lovely day, until she caught him watching her and her friends through some bushes, with goggles and full on camouflage.

Yeah, now she only sees those friends during school hours.

Sleepover with the besties? Yeah, just ready for constant check ups and phone calls. He wants to know what you’re doing 24/7.

And suddenly those sleepover invitations get lost in the mail.

Don’t even get him started on dating. Sam will not allow it, until he’s ran an entire background check on the guy.

Now none of the guys at her school talk with her, everyone sees how protective he is of her. It’s sweet, but also completely unnecessary.

The door swung open as Peter ran inside trying to shove something into his backpack. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?” Peter asked, feeling nervous and on the verge of sweating.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Call me, ‘sir.’” Sam said, as Natasha game him a look, but he shrugged it off.

“I called you here, because I wanted you to meet someone. She should be here any moment.”

Not too long later, she walked inside the building and Sam immediately stood next to her. “Peter meet-”

“(Y/N)? Hey! How are you?” Peter says, as (Y/N) got closer to him and hugged him tight.

“Hey! I’ve been good!” They both smiled at each other, as they let go of one another, then they both looked away from each other, feeling embarrassed and flustered.

“Sooo.. you too already know each other?” Steve asked, and Peter was quick to answer.

“Yeah, I mean we,” Sam stared at him giving him a slight death glare. “We don’t actually, I don’t know her. Who are you again?” Peter said stumbling over his words, scratching the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, “Peter and I met in school, he’s a good friend.” I smile at him, as Peter gave me a nervous smile.

“Good, that’s great! How about you two catch up and reminisce about, whatever things teens do these days. We have to have a quick talk with your dad, (Y/N).” Nat told me, I nodded and took Peter somewhere else in the tower.

Once they were out of earshot of everyone else, Peter let (Y/N) know just how nervous and frightened he was.

“He’s gonna kill me isn’t he? Like I know I offended him in some way so like, I might not wake up tomorrow, and-”

“Peter! Relax.. he won’t do anything to you. I promise.” I replied and Peter calmed down almost instantly, and took some deep breaths. “Hopefully..” I murmur to myself, underneath my breath.

“What??” Peter asked, clearly hearing what was said. I laughed running off and he began to chase me around.

#x reader #wattpad #fluff #fluffed up #sam wilson #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #tom holland #black!writer #black!reader #all inclusive #overprotective!sam Wilson

[via-the-cryptid]

one of you, I don’t remember who but if it was you then here you go, mentioned Ellie befriending Ace. it took me a minute to realise that you probably meant the psychic little girl and not the pirate, but… now that I think about it, that’s actually a really good idea.

first off, I’m going to start by saying that I barely remember anything about Ace except hat she was super psychic, scared the Joker shitless once (good for her), and I think ended up dying as a result of her powers overloading her brain. I also remember Batman stayed with her until she died, but past that, nothing! so if my interpretation of her is off, well, that ain’t Via’s problem.

picture this: Ellie, approximately 14 in physical terms, only been alive for like a year or two. it’s post-Portal Incident II: The Reckoning, so her body is stabilized but her powers are going bat-crazy. she’s alone in an unfamiliar city with far too many restless spirits, being chased by actual supervillains, and she’s scared. maybe she ducks into an alley or hides in an abandoned building, and maybe one of those spirits was watching.

it’s been a long time since anything has caught Ace’s attention in the mortal realm. she likes to check in from time to time, see what’s happening as the world moves on without her, but it’s useless to linger over what she can’t affect. in the end, it only ever makes her miserable.

but sometimes, she can’t help but watch. sometimes, like today, she sees another little girl in trouble. she thinks, ‘she’s like me’, and she needs to know that this girl makes it through the night. even if she doesn’t, Ace still has enough power in death to show her a good dream before another ghost is added to Gotham’s countless number of lost souls. she follows the girl into the building, watches as she curls up in the corner, out of sight and barely there.

and then she looks straight at Ace.

“Did you want something?” Ellie asks, and she doesn’t break eye contact with the spirit floating in the doorway, even as her eyes go wide. “If you have unfinished business, I might be able to help, y’know, so long as you’re not trying to cause trouble.”

“You can see me.”

“Sure can. Kinda hard not to, your outfit’s pretty distinct.”

It’s the outfit she died in. Ace doesn’t really want to wear it anymore, not when she’s so far removed from that era of her life, but it isn’t like she knows how to.

“So,” Ellie says, “what’s your deal? Are you just here to watch it are you picking a fight? ‘Cause I’ll warn you, I don’t know how to play poker and everyone else so far has refused to reach me.”

Ace blinks. “I’m not here to fight with you.”

“Okay, cool. Are you… here to fight someone else?”

“No. I was watching you.”

“Well, that’s a bit unsettling.”

“You were alone, and you looked cold. I had to make sure you weren’t going to die in here.”

“Again?” Mutters Ellie, and Ace’s expression snaps from intrigued to guarded in less than a second.

“What does that mean?” She asks, glaring right at Ellie, and the other girl grimaces.

“Did not mean to say that one out loud. Okay, so hi, I’m Ellie, and basically I’m dead—”

“What? No, you’re not. I would be able to tell if you were dead.”

“Half-dead, then. I was a clone OFA guy who was half human and half ghost, ‘cept I was falling apart, so I decided to fix it by doing the same thing he did to become half-ghost, and I ended up standing inside a portal to the Ghost Zone while it was opening. Make sense so far?”

Ace’s jaw is dropping, but she can’t seem to find it in herself to care. “Half-dead.”

“Oh, we’re still stuck on that, then. Basically, if you— actually never mind, I don’t really know how it works. I can turn from ghost to human, if that helps.”

“How?” Ace whispers. “You said you were… falling apart. And a clone. And half-dead.”

“Well, now I’ve got two out of those three, since I fixed the first problem. Do you want to maybe sit down or something? This is gonna be a long story if you want the whole thing.”

Yes, she absolutely does. Ace float across the room and settles in next to Ellie, folding her knees up to copy the other girl’s pose. “My name is Ace.”

“Nice to meet you, Ace. I’m Ellie. Wait, I think I said that already.”

Somewhere on the other side of Crime Alley, unknowing of the two girls hidden away in a long-forgotten corner, Edward Nygma slams his head down on the desk as he once again fails to pinpoint the location of the mysterious white-haired girl.

#dani phantom #danielle phantom #danny phantom #dc comics #ellie phantom #ace batman #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #edward nygma #the riddler #Gotham Ghost AU

[orkbutch]

my b if this comes off weird but you’re a cool butch so i thought maybe you’d have some insightful thoughts about what to say to a baby butch who isn’t confident they’ll ever look like anything more than a baby faced twink.

You're gonna get a kind of delirious ramble for this one sorry bud. idk if you're talking about yourself or someone else you want to support, but ... the idea of a "baby faced twink" butch isn't really rooted in what butches look like imo! Older butches tend to be everyone's icons, and age weathers your face; a lot of the handsome older butches we look up to were "baby faced". They were still cool butches when they were young. When I shave my beard I look babyfaced. If you want a beard, get on the T and see what happens I guess, but that isn't what makes a butch at all. Lots of butches have soft/round faces, small or delicate features, ect. I'm gonna be talking very much from my own view and experience here, but for me my butchness is about attitude. That has to do with how you dress, how you treat people and your own confidence. Dress cool, feel cool. Clothing and presentation is a big part of butch identity because it gives a powerful kick of confidence that underlies a lot of butch attitude. The confidence to wear whatever you want, regardless of how that makes you look in wider society. The confidence to take masculinity and make it your own, and disregard the hang ups men have about their height or strength or how chiseled their features are. Thats man shit. Don't let yourself buy into it too much. I know it feels like everyone else is so you kinda have to, but there's gonna be plenty of people that recognize your butchness without that shit. I think, truly, confidence and trusting yourself are huge parts of being butch. FEELING yourself. Every butch I've seen that people find particularly sexy/admireable are kinda smug. That's butch swagger, an underlying self-assurance, leaning into your own coolness and masculinity. Not to an off putting level, just a little. There are lots of ways to build your confidence! Focus on the responsibilities you have that you handle. Do shit that makes you feel good. Admire parts of your body that you enjoy. I like weight lifting for that - its helpful that it happens to give you muscles eventually, but even just the act of doing it fills me with a cocky confidence that feeds my butch masculinity. It makes me feel masc and hot. Same with cooking a beautiful meal for a date, or putting together a great outfit.

When I'm on my leathers, I feel peak butch. I feel hot, I feel strong, its like armour. I put it on and I become a certain version of myself. I look cool, I feel cool. It genuinely changes how I think. For me, butchness is both my identity and a form of gender play. Its something I can suit up for it, and when I take the suit off im still A Butch, but I'm not Doing Butchness. Doing Butchness is vital for feeling grounded and connected to being butch, though. Even though they're different, they're interconnected and important.

anyway. thats my butch ramble (i had a red bull and am on 0 meds so its very chaotic)

#ask

[mrz-fushiguro-types]

Baby,It’s cold outside.

Hi everyone this is my first story on tumblr ever! I hope you all enjoy it!☃︎︎

Gojoxreader(first person)

Warnings- Smut, slight cursing.

Enjoy! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

It’s cold, you can hear the rough wind knocking against the window, it’s going to be cold all week, the snow could possibly get to 10 inches of snow by the end of the day.

No way in hell was I stepping foot out there, you wouldn’t catch me do it. Anything that required me having to get warm after just wasn’t for me. I hated being cold.

I hum softly at the warm cup of tea in my hands kicking my feet by the fireplace as I sigh calmness filling my heart. But my peace was interrupted by the burst of the front door opening, the cold and cruel wind lashed at my body as Satoru stepped in closing the door quickly with a huff.

Despite it being really ugly outside, that didn’t stop him from going to work, surprisingly I had forgotten that my boyfriend was a workaholic that complained about working.

I pushed my hands back down on the warm couch pushing them under my thighs to warm up, Gojo looks at me and then smiles “my bad, I didn’t expect to see you in the living room, I figured you’d be in bed enjoying your day off?” He said with question on his face as if he was asking why was I in the living room to begin with.

Looking at Satoru’s smile was almost contagious though I was now upset because I was cold I could care less about anything else at the moment, “why not enjoy my day next to the fireplace warming up?” I answered before returning his kind smile “how was work?” I ask lifting off the couch to go greet him.

Gojo starts unbuttoning his jacket shrugging “slow, they let the schools out early because of the snow storm, and we had to stay a little later for a meeting they might put us back on virtual because the storm isn’t going to particularly pass quickly..” he said while I make my way to him picking up his bag placing it on the couch, I lean over grabbing his slippers, but while I did so I notice Gojo had stopped moving, his hand rested on the zipper of his jacket.

He was staring outside as if he’d rather be out there than in here in the warmth, his perfect white eyelashes fluttered softly as he blinked. Satoru turned his head to me looking at my puzzled face.

He smiled down at me leaning down to kiss my cheek which caught me by surprise and caused an instant blush on my part, “Gojo..you can’t just do that abruptly..” I say doing anything but meeting his eyes, to that he just giggles happily, “why not mamas? You are my girlfriend now it’s no need to be embarrassed by something so simple..” he said before softly lifting my chin so I can look into his beautiful blue eyes. “You know what you could be embarrassed about though..~” he muttered leaning down smushing his soft cold lips against mine.

I hum at the action, wrapping my arms around his neck, that just inviting him to wrap his arms around my waist.

He pulls back kissing my nose before I watch his eyes light up in excitement, “I know it’s probably childish to say this but..do you wanna build a snow man?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

I drop my hands “no Anna.” I add returning the grin as I walk back over to the fireplace, “oh come onnn, it’ll be fun! The first snow day as a couple doesn’t intrigue you?” He asked making me roll my eyes “it involves me going out in that snow storm!” I say pointing to the window.

Gojo groans in frustration “you’re gonna like it!” He insists making me cross my arms “and you think that because…?” I ask him tapping my finger on my forearm. “Because you’re spending time with me now go change.” He said demanding, I roll my eyes at his demanded “Hell no!”

I stand in our room as Gojo puts my hat on my head with a satisfied grin, he grabs my scarf tying it around my neck with a nod and the continued satisfactory look.

I grumble under my breath and Gojo perks his head up “cmonnn don’t pout now you just need to put your boots on and then-“ “not only are you forcing me into this but you’re dressing me as well, what else can I do but pout..” I say with a deep sigh.

Gojo nods again rolling his eyes, “if you don’t come out with me you’re gonna regret missing that time with me..” he said with a soft sad smile, as if he knew something I didn’t. He slips on my socks and then my boots.

I tilt my head and as I do he lifts me onto his shoulders with a proud expression on his face, “Gojo! Put me down I can walk!” I say softly hitting his back but he just ignores me and continues walking to the front door.

Once he opens it he walks on the front porch throwing me in the 7 inches of snow my body falling in the cold. Gojo despite me struggling to sit up was cackling while holding his belly as he laughed, I sit up a scowl on my face grabbing a clump of snow with one hand throwing it in his face to stop the laughing and that in fact worked.

Gojo’s expression lit up and he laughed once again running off the porch. It was so hard to infuriate him but it was so easy to get me upset, he took pride in knowing that. Gojo held his laughter all the way until he leaned down to help me up.

But he fell right into my trap, as soon as I got up I dropped a ball of snow into his shirt making him frantically shiver and grab at his shirt causing me to cowardly run away giggling at my get back, “[nammme!] damnit get it! Get it!” He said shaking to get it out of his shirt finally the somewhat melted snow plopped on the ground.

Satoru shot me a glare which only made me laugh more “I bet you didn’t expect that huh?!” I say from across the yard my hand on my chest as I take the cold air into my lungs still giggling. Satoru put on a determined look “no but I do bet you won’t come over here and say it to my face.” He said crossing his arms.

I tilt my head “are you declaring war Gojo?” I ask picking up snow forming it into a ball yet when I lifted up he was already behind me dropping a large snow ball on my head, “damnit! I didn’t even see you move!” I shout while he laughs loudly, snow balls now flying as we get lost in our snowball fight.

Finally Gojo rushes back out with a carrot to finish off this lopsided snowman we were making “got it!” He exclaimed holding it in the air. “Great now I have to mop when we get back in..” I sigh while he Sticks the carrot in the spot it belongs and stands back to capture our “masterpiece” on his phone.

After a bit Gojo huffs looking off into the dimming sky pushing his hair back from his eyes “woo..” he exclaims letting his hair fall before turning to me “the winds picking up [Name] I don’t want you to catch a cold..” he said grabbing my hand, I do nothing but listen my body being completely numb and drenched in water.

We make our way to the porch into the house and the minute we step back into the house all of the snow on our clothes melts into a puddle on the floor where we stood.

Gojo looked over at me as I started to pull off my snow boots, he smiles taking off his mittens and then his boots. Once I pull off my boots I hurry and sit in front of the fireplace letting out soft shutters rubbing my arms to warm up. Satoru walks over and sits down with me pulling me in his chest rubbing my arm, “you’re freezing..” he said while I cuddled close to him trying to get warm as I shuttered “so are you..” I whisper pushing my head under his neck and he left out a soft breath.

“It shouldn’t take us that long to warm up..” he said before he chuckled shaking his head, I lift up to look him in his face but he just stared off into the fire his face red from ear to ear, “Satoru..? What’s the matter..?” I asked, He finally meets my eye before chuckling “I started thinking..about ways to warm us up faster..~”

I blush at his words turning my head to the fire my face heating up before the rest of my body, Gojo snaps pointing at my face, “like that!” He said with a small chuckle, I meet his beautiful blue eyes again shivering as he slides his cold hands underneath my chin lifting my head so I couldn’t look away from him anymore.

He leans down closing the space crashing his lips against mine, I hum feeling his cold lips warm up instantly as I part my lips slowly feeling his warm tongue push up against mine sliding my cold hands down his toned chest letting out soft breaths as I fought his tongue for what seemed like forever.

He pulled me ontop of him holding my hips tightly as I straddled him, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, without looking he unzipped my jacket pulling off of my arms, he then slides his cold hands under my shirt causing me to shiver uncontrollably, he pulled back attacking my neck with continuous soft sucks and kisses making me push my hands up against his chest, “Sa..Satoru please..~” I groan out rolling my hips up onto him receiving soft grunts from him, just from his member pushing up into my inner thigh I could tell how hard he was.

I whine figuring I’d lose my mind at this rate, but he lifts his head staring into my eyes, his pretty blue eyes having a lustful glisten to them as he lifted off my shirt, the fire crackling and popping in the background causing the perfect atmosphere.

He smirks while leaning his head down “your body heat rose..instantly and all we’ve done was kiss and rub on eachother a little..~ what’s got you so eager for my touch mama..?~” he muttered in a teasing tone, looking up and down at my bare stomach and breast, I whine leaning back grinding my hips a bit harder wanting him even more now.

“I could ask you the same question..” I managed to get out but that did me no good, Gojo started to match the pace of my hips sliding his hands down to my inner thighs his eye brows raising a bit when he felt that my juices were already smeared between my thighs, like a kid in the candy store his eyes lit up, “fuck..” he whispered in excitement, pushing his middle finger against my covered clit.

I hiss my hips jerking back a bit, but Satoru grabbed my waist keeping my still, he slid his fingers up and down slowly cause my legs to twitch from the sudden pleasure “please~ don’t tease me..~” I beg using the back of my hand to cover my mouth as I let out a quiet moan.

Gojo hums sliding my soaked panties to the side using both his index and middle finger to tease my throbbing clit once more. I throw my head back sucking in air to fight back the embarrassing noises that would have escaped, but as if he was reading what I was doing Gojo pushed his middle finger into me slowly using his other hand to pin my hand to my side, he then whispered in my ear, “don’t fight it, let it all out [name] I wanna hear how I make you feel..~” before he twisted his wrist pushing his finger up onto my G spot.

I grab his wrist tightly taking a sharp breath, I couldn’t even think straight he knew me, every inch of me. He knew how to make me squirm, how to make me blush, but even better, he knew how to make me feel as if I were floating. Satoru looks me dead in the eye with a demanding gaze “let go..” he said causing me to do exactly as I’m told, but before I could catch my breath he was at it again, abusing my spot with just his fingers.

“Ah! Please!~” I beg wanting to feel something bigger than his fingers, wanting to feel his heat, wanting to be completely dominated by him, the thought alone made my head foggy.

He hums in a thinking tone before saying “I dunno..you’re really squeezing my fingers..you sure you can take all of me?” He questioned “even if I can’t, make me..” I mutter to him trying to catch my breath but as I watched his hand shift to his zipper I saw that my words did something to him, he bit on his lip after he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick through the zipper hole.

I feel my heart began to race once he starts to wrap his hand around his shaft and uses his soaked hand to jerk himself off. “Satoru..please I can’t take it anymore..~” I whine biting my lip as I watch him pleasure himself, he keeps his teeth on his lip as he stares directly at me stroking his shaft, it was as If he’s telling me to hop on, and so I lift my body up using his shoulders for support this makes him stop his movements focusing on his hand placement on my hips as he guides my waist down on his Hardon.

I gasp once I feel him enter me covering my mouth to hold back the scream I was about to let out but he grabs my wrist and pins it behind my back thrusting his hips up without any hesitation, I let my head fall on his shoulder as he keeps his hand on my arm pounding right into my spot without a problem at all, “nghh!~ fuck!” I cry out strands of my hair plastered to my head in sweat.

“Good job mama..~ you’re making so many..Haa~ dirty noises~” he praises in between his own moans. Just hearing him moan alone made me wanna cum all over him, this man did so much to my mind I couldn’t help but nod to his words feeling my entire body burn with anticipation for him and him alone.

He let go of my hand and by my thighs held me up thrusting harshly into my spot over and over, the sounds of our skin clapping together and my juices squirting out after each thrust made my body burn for more. Satoru panted as he thrusted into me his thrusts getting more eager and sloppy “I’m close..~fuck keep squeezing around me just like that..~” he whispered through quiet pants and soft groans.

I feel my clit pulsate as he uses his thumb to rub in circles causes my pussy to throb even more around him but feeling his twitch inside me made me start to bounce more at his pace, the feeling of the knot in my stomach start to loosen. Gojo chuckles burying his face in my neck creating more dark hickeys, I bury my hands in his hair as he thrusts a few more times biting down hard on my lip as I felt the high from me wanting to cum so bad, my head was spinning, my chest heaving.

“I’m cumming..~” he whispered before I felt him pound deeper into my stomach causing me to claw at his arms drool seeping down my mouth and down my chin at the uncontrollable screams of his name, I was close, I was so close but I can’t tell him that, the way he was handling my body made me forget how to speak.

After a few more thrusts he let out a soft sigh thrusting one last time before I felt his warm cum fill me up completely, Satoru laid his head in my chest while I sat there, in a daze, my eyes barely opened my body hitching, tears streaming out of the corners of my eyes, he holds me close us both being a panting sweaty mess, finally after he slowly lifts me off of him, a mixture of both of our cum squirts out of me my head falling limply in his chest, “shit..” he exclaimed holding me close.

Instantly after letting everything out that was inside of me, I pass out in his chest not being able to complete comprehension what just happened to my body.

One thing I do know is that, I’m not cold anymore at all.

#gojo satoru #jjk smut #snow day #anime #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #gojo x y/n #gojo sensei #winter #jujutsu satoru #gorgeous

[ghostwritesthings]

The Strength of A Mothers Love

Summary: Your daughter is taken by fireflies who have one goal in mind, you aren’t letting them. No matter what it takes, as you’re there you run into some other people.

Warnings// canon violence, guns, mentions of blood, knife, implied past trauma??, readers age isn’t mentioned but she’s able to have children, only readers daughter has a specified age which is 3 years old , reader isn’t described but daughter has red hair, readers last name is Woods but first name isn’t specified just Y/N.

I believe that’s all but let me know if I missed anything:)

“You aren’t taking her, you won’t ruin her life like you did mine.”

“Don’t you understand this could change the world.”

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You feel like an outsider looking in when in reality it’s you doing this. You have one goal in mind, save her. You walk through the halls emotionless, disconnected as you gun down everyone that comes along until you switch to your knife, and pick up guns along the way. You have blood splattered on you but you don’t even recognize it’s theirs. You make it to the operating room and silently look through the glass window, what you find isn’t what you were expecting.

“Unhook them.”

Doctor Andersen looks up at me, “Woods.. How’d you get here.”

“1 said unhook them NOW”

“I can’t let you do tha-“

A single gunshot as the nurses scream but I don’t care, all I see is them.

“Unhook the girls, you on the left go to her. You on the right unhook the teenager and I’ll let y’all go.” I sound calmer than I feel. I glance at the man who’s staring at me as if I’m from his imagination and not actually here.

“Cover their arms and step away facing that wall.” They soon do as asked and before they can let out a scream I’ve shot them both, I feel nothing for them. I walk to the man, I put my gun in my waistband and raise my hands slowly,

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m gonna cut your ties and if you don’t hurt me I won’t hurt you got it?”

He simply nods almost unnoticeable but I see it. I kneel and that’s when I notice what he looks at, my bicep. The mark that has haunted me every night since it happened, when the infected took everything from me and left me to survive it alone. I say nothing as I untie him he deserves to see his girl too. We exchange a look as he gets up that says everything it needs to ,a silent thank you for helping me when you didn’t have to.

I walk to the table on the left, my little girl looking so peaceful, unaware of all the violence I committed to protect her.

“Maxine” I say so breathlessly, barely a whisper slipping past my lips. I scoop her up one arm supporting her head where her beautiful red hair falls just a bit in her face, the other underneath her legs to cradle her as I turn to leave. What I don’t see is the man, whose name I still don’t even know, doing the exact same to his girl silent as he feels his relief.

I turn to look and decide to speak up first,

“Everyone in the building is gone, I don’t know where Marlene is though so watch out for her, take this gun it’s fully loaded.”

I wasn’t expecting a response but

“Names Joel, if you want you can come with us… I’ve got a car and somewhere safe you can take her. It’s the least I can do for you.”

“Let’s make it out of here first then we can talk about it.”

We both head to the door in our own little worlds holding our girls, I follow him down to the parking garage where there is in fact a running car. As we begin to walk over to the car she appears.

“You can’t keep them safe forever…”

I begin tuning her out, looking for an out. No one else is arou-

“Y/N, you really think you can protect Maxine for the rest of her life? What happens when you can’t get to her in time..what happens when raiders get a hold on her they don’t hold back because she’s a kid. What happens when she goes through what you did with your mother, who will care for her then?”

Marlene’s gun is pointed straight into the center of my chest, I know she would never pull the trigger, she’s known me since I was a child, knew my mother, she could never kill me.

“I am her mother, I will protect her until the day I fucking die and this isn’t your choice, she’s three fucking years old. You ruined my life the day you found out about my immunity, you never cared for what my mother would’ve wanted for me and I know my mom would’ve done the same for me in this moment. You don’t get to try to turn this shit on me because you want to look for a cure that doesn’t exist.”

She goes to speak again but within seconds my gun has gone off and she’s fallen to the ground. I don’t register it at first, almost like second nature at this point. Joel and I walk towards the car as he sets the teenager into the passenger seat as I put Maxine in the passenger seat to hold her. Marlene lets out a grunt and as Maxine is now set safely in the passenger seat I walk towards her. Joel right behind me following,

“Y/N please don’t..”

“I know you will just come after them and that’s not a chance I’m willing to take.”

She attempts one more plea but my gun goes off to put one last bullet through her head. Joel silently wonders to himself, why does she care so much about a girl she’s never met?

As we ride off in the car all I can do is look down at Maxine for a while, Joel and I sitting in a comfortable quiet processing everything that happened before he speaks up.

“My names Joel that’s Ellie” he says as he checks on her through the rear view mirror.

“I’m Y/N, this is my daughter Maxine.”

“What did Marlene want with your daughter if you don’t mind me askin’”

“I’m immune and she’s my biological daughter, they wanted to open her up and see if my immunity could transfer to my children and since she was born they’ve been after me. I’ve been running for years but they managed to catch up to me and take her.”

He tells me about Ellie and how they met and Marlene tasked him to get her there without telling him how it would happen.

“My brothers got a place in Wyoming, I can get you there and into a home with Maxine. Got runnin water, electricity and plenty of food, you can raise her up without worrying about anything again. It’s completely safe and it’s the least I can do for you for saving me n her.”

Looking over at him for a moment in silence I mull it over a bit. Doesn’t seem bad and he seems honest, raising Max somewhere I can guarantee her safety is the only thing I’ve wanted since the day she was born, I couldn’t protect everyone else but I can protect her.

“I’d like that, you don’t owe me anything that girl is a child, she can’t make a decision like that without knowing everything.”

As we drive I feel that maybe everything will be ok again, I feel a bond forming with the stranger I met in an operating room who’s daughter I saved and maybe this new chapter will be good for Maxine and I.

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Authors note// here’s a really bad fic lol I tried my best I’m still learning so don’t be too hard please? Let me know if anyone wants me to write something for them:)

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #joel miller smut #mom!reader

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Top 5: Favorite Durgetash headcanons

Like my personal headcanons or ones I’ve seen?

Personal headcanons:

1. Durgetash were head over heels in love with each other, even if they expressed love in ways that seemed fucked up to everyone else. They were two incredibly lonely people that just clicked in all the right ways to make each other feel like at least one person out there cared about them, and they did.

2. Enver Gortash is autistic/ADHD and Durge was his favourite person to info dump on. I mean look at him. My wife is autistic and they have very similar mannerism and ways of thinking. (In the logical sense anyway my wife hasn’t killed anyone) Especially with how his parents described how brilliant he was even as a child, I can just imagine child Enver coming off as annoying and needy to everyone around him because he wanted to talk about his inventions and no one cared to listen. Durge, on the other hand, grew up in a temple where they were expected to behave a certain way and was essentially treated as a puppet, even if they could’ve called the shots how they wanted to. I can’t imagine being a child taken into a murder cult and feeling anything but fear, even if you don’t need to be afraid. Durge knew nothing but blood and death for years, and along comes this funky little guy that wants to rant for hours about the kind of metal he wants to build his steel watch out of?? Yeah. They loved that shit.

3. Enver is a pansexual monster fucker that will love your Durge no matter what. This man has been so lonely for so long that I genuinely think he doesn’t care what package the love comes in so long as he isn’t being used anymore. You’re a Dragonborn? Cool he can work with that. A tiefling? Excellent he’s gonna use those horns as handlebars. A cute half-elf that has a surprising appetite for blood? Absolutely and can he join the next blood bath please?? He loves seeing you work

4. Durge did not want to be Bhaal’s scion. I know a lot of people don’t like how the Durge opening makes it seem like they’re trying to “erase” that Durge was evil, but I view it more as perhaps Durge was never willing. Just because you’re fathered by a murder god doesn’t make you a murderer, and amnesia doesn’t really change who a person is, they just forget. Your brain literally just won’t let you recall memories. Now personally, I’m all for if you think your Durge hates everything about being the Chosen, or (like for my Durge) you think they just hated not being in control of themselves or allowed to kill as they please. Both are great mechanics for a well-rounded character, but I really think either way, Durge hated being what their father made them into, and would have jumped the moment they could escape. The prayer of forgiveness? A classic here’s my fake apology abusive parent so I can spare myself more abuse.

5. Enver whored himself out as a young man to get lots of power and money and he hated every second of it. We know it’s canon that he slept around a lot before the present day setting of the game, but I don’t think he ever enjoyed it. Not really. He grew up in the HoH where he was beaten and abused and nearly tortured to death on many occasions. He finally escapes with nothing to his name and once again he’s at the mercy of whoever he can convince to give him food, shelter, money, etc for the price of his body. This man absolutely has two wolves inside of him and one is a god complex and the other is an ego so crippled and fragile it’s a wonder he ever comes out of the house. When he meets Durge, he’s willing to manipulate them however he must to secure their alliance. He’s done it before, he’ll do it again. I think he’s so very surprised when Durge catches feelings back, when they go out of their way to take care of him, compliment him, even if it’s in their own fucked up fashion. I think the real sticking point for him would be when he and Durge are attending some high society to do together and they run into an old fling. Enver being upset and uncomfortable enough that they leave early and he tells Durge everything. The next day, and the following weeks, he finds severed hands, fingers, bloodied jewellery, all placed at his desk or beside his bed and he can’t help but smile. Durge bringing him pieces of their kills like a cat is so endearing to him.

I’ve got so many more but I think those are my favourite.

#durgetash #enver gortash #durge #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 durge #the dark urge

[i-am-church-the-cat]

fresh kill

wc: 1745 summary: "This is your mouse, congratulations." | Or how the boys first meet in my patron deity au

also read on ao3

People at the karting track were leaving quite a berth between them and the two Sargeant brothers. Dalton, almost 17 and more than used to his kind of behavior, doesn’t think anything of it. He came out to Europe to see his brother not people with gods too scared to talk with them. Dalton could tell it was bothering Logan, though. Logan, who was all alone in a foreign continent, who felt distinctly apart from everyone else, and not just because he has a predator god as a patron. 

Most of the other kids are avoiding Logan like the plague. The longer it goes on, the more his brother looks like a kicked puppy. His brother’s a bother at the best of times, but Dalton is still fiercely protective over him. He wants to march around to all the adults and yell at them for ignoring a kid. A kid. Logan’s barely 13!

Before Logan can burst into tears and Dalton can start ripping people to shreds, a boy roughly the same age and size as Logan pops out of nowhere. He still looks wary at approaching the son of a hunter god, but he’s clearly brave enough that it isn’t holding him back. 

“I’m Oscar,” the boy says. There’s something weirdly syrupy in his tone and it takes Dalton a second to place it. Fucking children of sleep, they’re the worst on a race track. They’re a straight up danger if they don’t know how to regulate their energy. Though, if no one’s gonna make a fuss, Dalton isn’t. This is the only kid who’s talked to them all day and Logan’s spirits are finally starting to lift. 

“I’m Logan,” he says, bright and chipper, squeaky and cracking around the edges. “Are you racing today.”

“Yeah,” Oscar says, slowly once again. Dalton’s pretty sure it’s less his personality and more because Logan just asked a ridiculously obvious question. He’s in a race suit and has a yellow, blue, orange helmet under his arm. “You qualified tenth for this race, right?”

Dalton’s honestly surprised Oscar noticed. How long has the kid been building up the courage to come talk to them? Logan’s head flops around on his neck in a facsimile of a nod. 

“Yeah, yeah. You qualified higher, though.”

“Sixth, yeah,” Oscar agrees with a short nod. The difference in demeanor between the two boys is slightly jarring. It’s like being light-headed from elevation at the same time as being buried beneath the earth to sleep. For someone on the outside, like Dalton, it was giving him a headache. Logan and Oscar seemed to not notice at all, attracting more like magnets. 

“I’ll just have to catch up with you, then,” Logan says. He tilts his head and Dalton can recognize the look of interest catching in Logan’s head. Not just for a new friend but for a new target. He sighs internally and hopes this guy doesn’t go running for the hills.

Oscar doesn’t seem to notice Logan’s newfound fascination. He just shrugs. 

“You can try, but I’ll probably be in first before you get to seventh.”

Both Sargeant boys blink, taken aback. Before Logan can respond, a woman who looks a lot like Oscar is calling his name and waving him over. The drowsy boy looks over his shoulder at her before turning back to Logan. 

“See ya, then.”

It’s only when Oscar is walking away that Dalton realize the kid never once addressed him. Kind of rude. Before he can bring up the topic of getting something to eat to his brother, Logan is turning to him with wide eyes. 

Blue-green eyes. Shit. 

“I like him,” Logan tells him, reedy voice going sharp. His brother is bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, like he’s about to take off. “I wanna beat him.”

Dalton sighs for real this time. 

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Logan chases the blue, yellow, orange helmet all the way up to second place. Dalton figures he would have caught the kid if they’d had another couple of turns. But as fast as Logan was when he was hunting, Oscar was somehow just that bit faster. Dalton wondered if the kid had any idea what he was doing. 

From the dazed expression Oscar had when he got out of the kart, he would say no. 

Speaking of dazed expressions, Logan’s eyes don’t leave Oscar’s once during the podium ceremony. He barely manages to get a word out to the announcer. The boy on the step above him doesn’t once glance his way. 

Dalton can see Logan getting more antsy the longer Oscar ignores him. He wonders if he’s seriously going to have to drag his brother back to their car to keep him from jumping this poor kid. But Logan steps off of the podium without argument, making his way to Dalton’s side without once looking at him. He’s holding his second-place trophy in a loose fist as he watches Oscar head back to his family. 

“Quite a race, dude, you almost had him,” Dalton says, forgoing his usual noogie for the mild apprehension that Logan might bite him. “Want me to take that for you?”

Logan finally tears his eyes away from the son of sleep and looks down at his trophy as if seeing it for the first time. He looks at it for a while, then between it and Oscar, then to Dalton. He gets a sinking feeling in his gut before Logan even opens his mouth. 

“I need to give this to him.”

Before Dalton can explain that that would be crazy and that his hormones are all out of wack right now, Logan is taking off at a brisk walk towards Oscar. The older Sargeant curses and takes off after him. With his brother’s luck, Logan’s gonna end up flat on his ass and banned from any more karting events for being fucking weird. 

Logan pulls up short right in front of Oscar. Oscar doesn’t seem to mind the intrusion of his personal space, just raises one bored eyebrow up at Logan’s appearance. 

“Hey, mate, what’s up?”

Logan opens his mouth. Closes it. Does this a few more times before shoving his trophy forward into Oscar’s chest.

“Here.”

Oscar looks down at the trophy that was unceremoniously shoved into his arms and then back up at Logan. There’s only confusion in his expression before a spark of annoyance appears. 

“I don’t want your second-place trophy, mate. If you didn’t notice, I won. I came in first, not you.”

Oscar tries to shove the trophy back into Logan’s arms but the blond makes a sound not unlike a squawking bird and just tries to give it back. They end up in this weird tug-of-war situation, except instead of tugging, they’re both trying really really hard to push it away. 

“No, it’s yours.”

“I didn’t come in second, it’s yours.”

“But I’m giving it to you.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Dalton finally decides to step in for the lack of any other semi-adult figure. He pulls his dejected-looking brother away from Oscar, who’s still fuming at the assumed insult. Logan looks from the trophy in his hands and then up at Dalton. He looks fucking pitiful, the goof. He sighs and decides to at least try and help his little brother. 

“Look, Oscar,” he starts, baring the thoroughly unimpressed look the other 13-year-old gives him. “You know how a cat sometimes bring mice to their owners?”

“I’m not a cat!” Logan sputters indignantly at the same time Oscar says, “Yeah?”

Dalton snags the trophy from Logan’s hands and holds it out to the Australian. “This is your mouse, congratulations.”

Logan looks like he wants to argue the point but Oscar is looking at the two brothers with much more consideration then before. Just when Dalton is sure his brother’s gonna get rejected again, he gently takes the trophy.

“Okay,” Oscar says, tucking the slightly smaller trophy against his side next to the big trophy. “As long as you’re not taking mine.”

Logan’s head flies from side-to-side like a hummingbird wing. Fucking goof.

“Alright, then,” Oscar finally seems to relax. He offers Logan a tentative smile and Dalton can feel his brother practically droop against his side. Oh, thank god, somehow this kid’s mojo got Logan’s hyperfocus to take a fucking break. That would have taken Dalton forever.

“I have to go now. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya,” Logan says, but Oscar is already gone. For a kid so lethargic, he sure does move fast. The Sargeant boys watch him walk away, one with little hearts flying around his head and one utterly done with this shit.

“Well,” Dalton looks down at his little brother. “I’m never letting you off your leash again.”

Logan turns right around and bites him. The fucking brat.  

--

New day, new race, same track and same opponents. Dalton is sitting on a fold-out chair watching Logan’s mechanic walk him through different parts of his kart. His little brother is nodding along, entirely focused on the car, until the smell of rain at nighttime come through. Then he’s a fucking lost cause.

Oscar is standing at the entrance to their tent, looking at Logan almost as intensely as the blond is looking to him. His little brother bounds over without a second thought in his empty little head.

“Hey! What’s up?” Logan sounds so excited. Dalton’s honestly embarrassed for him.

“I had a dream about you,” Oscar says without preamble. Dalton chokes on the Coke he was drinking but neither boy seems to care that he’s in the throes of a cheap death. 

A sleep god gave their kid a dream about Logan? About his little brother? This can’t be real life. 

Logan, without a clue in the world of the implications of that statement, just says, “Cool, was it a good one?”

Oscar seems to think about it for a second before nodding. 

“Yeah. Yeah, it was a pretty good one.”

That statement must have been some kind of secret code the two made up the second Dalton wasn’t there, because Logan just nods and doesn’t react at all when Oscar grabs his wrist and starts pulling Logan out of the tent. Logan starts yammering away in his usual hyperactivity, and Oscar just nods along as he leads the blond to gods know where. 

And Dalton is left sitting in the kart tent. What the fuck is his life?

#patron deity au #fic: fresh kill #my fic #my writing #also posted on ao3 #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #logan sargeant #oscar piastri #loscar #dalton sargeant #hey guys the plot bunnies got me again

[sky-neverending]

Falling (doesn’t feel so bad when i know you’ve fallen this way too): Part 1

so i’ve decided i’m gonna start posting parts of my michie oneshot until i finish it and post the whole thing on ao3 so uhh here’s part one!!

They say the old Waylon place is haunted. And it is, in a way. For nothing ever truly dies there, the Waylon’s made sure of that.

But there’s someplace else in that tragedy-ridden town that holds the very same spells and incantations that the Waylon’s placed on their home, a building used as a backup in case anything ever went wrong.

Hatchetfield High.

So when Richie Lipschitz died in that school, on that fateful day, his spirit never really moved on. He stayed dormant in those halls for a week, and then two, and then almost three. Watching. Waiting. Holding out for Maxwell Jågerman to show his face at the sight where he took an innocent boy's life.

And it happened.

The doors to the gym cluttered upon, catching Richie’s attention. It was night, school was closed. Someone had broken in.

“Are you sure about this?” he heard a familiar voice say, squeaky and filled with worry. “Who knows what kind of door we’re gonna open.”

“We have too, Pete,” a girl responded, again her voice a familiar tone. “For Ruth, and Richie, and everyone…” His head perked up at his own name, and he walked toward them, feet light on the floor. “Grace, summon these bastards.”

He stepped through the door, looking into the darkness as Steph, Pete, and Grace knelt in the middle of the gym with a large black book in hand. They began chanting, and a chill ran through Richies undead spine as something in the air shifted.

“Stop!” He leapt forward, calling to them. “Stop, stop what you're doing!”

Everyone turned to look at him. “Richie?” Pete whispered, like he was afraid of what he was seeing. “Richie, how are you here? You- you're dead!”

“Max is dead too, and somehow he is haunting us, so who knows what the fuck is going on anymore?” Steph threw her hands in the air. “Sorry, Richie, for not being happy about your sudden appearance. But we are freaking the fuck out!”

Suddenly, Grace stood. She took the book she was holding with her, flipping through the pages as she talked. “This makes so much sense!”

“Sorry, what?” Steph walked toward her. “Care to clue the rest of us in?”

Grace rolled her eyes. “The Waylons, they put evil magic on their house, right? So it makes sense that they might have put the same spell on another place they founded.”

“Like the school!” Pete said, catching on. “That’s why Richie is here, he’s in the same situation as Max!”

“Then why isn’t he trying to kill us?” Steph asked, yanking the book from Grace’s hands. “Because, if you don’t remember, we currently have a very angry, very undead jock plotting our demise!”

“Shut the hell up!” Richie yelled, stalking toward her angrily. “Everyone, just shut up! I have no clue what the fuck you guys are talking about anymore, but I don’t like the look of that book. Give it to me.”

“No!” Steph said, turning away from him. “We need to do this!”

“For fucks sake, Steph, you aren’t the main character in a poorly written anime,” Richie grumbled, reaching for the book. His hand skated over his skin, and she screeched at the contact, dropping the leather bound pages on the floor.

Richie caught them mid-air, right as Steph stopped screaming. “Why can you touch me? Why are you so cold? What the FUCK is going on?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s just how ghosts work, Stephanie Lauter,” said Richie, pronouncing each syllable of her last name separately. “Now, I'm going to keep this book because I, frankly, am frightened of what you are going to do with it.”

#sky writes #falling part one #part one #npmd #npmd spoilers #starkid npmd #npmd au #richie lipschitz #steph lauter #pete spankoffski #grace chasity #nerdy prudes must die #michie #michie fanfic #stay tuned for part 2

[jessequinones]

Writing Advice: Slow burn vs. dragging it out (relationship edition)

I’m currently reading Dragonfire: Fallen Star and I need to get this off my chest, it’s about the difference between a slow burn and dragging something out, namely in the way of creating a relationship.

In the first book, Blaze meets Risha and it’s obvious she’s the love interest and that’s fine. She doesn’t have much of a personality besides being moral support for Blaze but it’s whatever. At the end of the book, the author does something differently and doesn’t pair them together despite it being obvious.

That caught my attention, if it didn’t happen in the first book after the final battle and Risha almost died, maybe Blaze would get with someone else in book two? No ... he doesn't. It takes until the end of book two for both of them to admit they love each other and Blaze is confused because he never had a concept of “love” and didn’t realise he was in “love” or that Risha loved him. (I know asexuality is a thing however I can’t comment if Blaze is asexual or aromantic because I’m not either of those things. As far as I’m aware, Blaze isn’t.)

So let’s talk about a slow burn vs. dragging out a relationship.

A slow-burn love story is kind of the focus of the story. Most of the time you see them in either slice-of-life stories, romance, or even erotic storytelling, but the main focus of the story is primarily the relationship between two or more characters. You know it’s gonna happen, everyone around them knows it’s gonna happen, and the build-up of their relationships feels natural, and if written well, you’re waiting for that “I love you, let’s kiss as a couple” moment just like how everyone else in the story is waiting for it.

Now that’s not to say a slow-burn relationship is only found in those stories, as it’s a common trope with a lot of storytelling. Two characters are in love but don’t have time to do anything about it until the story is over where they can relax and admit their feelings for one another. (Insert nearly any story here).

The point is, if it’s obvious, and we know it’s gonna happen if it doesn’t happen at the end where we thought it would...then it becomes a love story which feels like it’s dragging on.

Case in point, Dragonfire book one and two. While I was caught off guard about book one’s ending where Blaze didn’t get with Risha, book two started off with the most obvious “I’m in love but don’t realise it” kind of writing there is and it doesn’t stop until near the end. This relationship was already established and written in book one, why does it have to carry over to the next book? Mind you these books are over 400 pages long, I basically, read an 800-page romance where they don’t get together until page 800. That’s not a slow burn, that’s dragging it out.

Slow burn vs. dragging it out comes down to how the reader feels about said relationship. I’ll use myself as the main example because I like slow burns. I giggle when I see them because I think it’s cute when two people are in love, don’t realise it, and they blush every time they see each other. I’m a sucker for romance so I’d like to see my slow burns every once in a while.

Slow burn for romance, slice of life, and even erotica are kind of the point of their stories. Two characters are in love, they spend a lot of time together and in the end, they get together. So I don’t need to explain much about them because it’s kind of the whole point you read them some of the time.

Slow Burns for nearly every other story is written in a way where two characters are in love, they don’t know it, but as the story progresses, they think about each other, maybe even flirt a little, and they sacrifice their lives for each other. (Typical romance in more adventure pack stories.) At the end of the final climax of the story (normally after a love interests nearly die) and the world is saved, they kiss at the end and everyone cheers. While the romance isn’t the main point of the story, it’s still a very obvious way to write one and a lot of readers expect something at the end after it was built up from the beginning. Even if the relationship isn’t written well, some readers might give it a pass if they know what’s gonna happen at the end.

Now what about a slow burn for multiple stories? At what point does it drag?

Slow burns for multiple stories can work, but you need to change the relationship a little. First of all, having the main character “not realise” they're in love isn’t a good way to avoid putting them together unless said character is aromantic or asexual. (Like I said, I’m not either of them and have no idea how to write a character who's like that, so if that’s what you’re going for I suggest asking other writers who are either of those things.)

The relationship needs to grow and others need to comment about it. The characters could be unsure if the other will like them or they could both be aware they like each other but have neither want to make it official because what if it causes their friendship to break? Just do something which indicates they’re trying, but have a good reason not to make it official. 

Sometimes you can make fake love triangles. (Fake love triangles are love triangles which are put in place to further the relationship between two characters). Fake love triangles normally don’t last long, but last just enough for the slow burn to do its magic. Which is mostly by making one of the love interests either jealous or sad because they “missed their moment” even though the character they're crushing on is very obviously not gonna stick with their current partner.

Real-life relationships don’t just happen overnight, sometimes they can take years so there’s nothing wrong if you want to write a slow-burn relationship, the problem comes from the audience's patience and this is something which will vary from person.

From my own experience and how I feel when reading these types of relationships. If it was obvious, that they were supposed to get together at the end of one book but didn’t, that could either surprise me as I might've felt I read the entire relationship wrong or get annoyed because we’re doing this entire song and dance all over again in book two.

While I can’t give an example for every time I felt like this while reading stories, I’ll try to explain why I felt like some relationships were dragging on because as I stated before, this ultimately comes down to audience patience.

Enough time has passed: Most of the time between books one and two, there’s a time jump. Book one of Dragonfire and book two have a four-season time jump (so most likely a year) during this entire year, neither Blaze nor Risha get together? What were they doing this entire time?

I don’t know about other readers but I’d like to imagine what characters do when the story is over and if there’s a seconded book with a time jump, I'd try to imagine what they were doing in said time jump. Both of these characters were crushing on each other for the entirety of book one and yet neither made a move during the gap? Why? It also doesn’t explain why they never tried to make a move on each other during the gap in book two as well.

If you want to create a slow burn for several stories and you know there’s gonna be a time jump in between some of the stories, you need to explain why your characters, who now have some time to relax, don’t get together. Sometimes it can be as simple as “we already tried and it didn’t work out”, it happens. Sometimes people need to try a relationship a few times before getting it right. If this is the case, it’s more believable that while they still like each other, they don’t want to try again because what if it doesn’t work out a second time? What if they get into a fight and ruin their friendship?

You can also have one of the characters already in another relationship with someone else. This is leaning more on the love triangle side of things instead of creating a fake one, but how this one works is that one of the characters took a bit too long to say “I love you” so, the other character moved on during the time jump and now the character which took a bit too long to say “I love you” is upset about their actions. The reason why I say this isn’t really a fake love triangle trope is because if this love triangle is established at the beginning of the second book, then it’s gonna play a more prominent role throughout the story.

Maybe you could create a Romeo and Juliet kind of slow burn where the main characters know they love each other but they can’t make it official because of reasons. While this is on the line of creating an established relationship, there’s a difference between them kissing in secret compared to kissing in public and it’s the public kiss the readers are waiting for. You can also do this same exact love story but have it where one of the characters keeps refusing to progress because if others find out, then a war will break out or something.

The point is, that you need to acknowledge why they haven’t gotten together instead of the “I didn’t know I was in love” trope.

Another reason why I feel a slow burn turns into a dragging-on love story is when there are no other options. I know we all hate love triangles but they do serve a purpose. If two characters love each other, and there’s no other character that ever gets brought up as a potential love triangle then I ask, why haven’t they just tied the knot if neither of them have any options?

It should’ve happened already: This one is an easy explanation. If a reader feels like the relationship should’ve already been confirmed and it’s not...that feels like the relationship is dragging on. This kind of feeling will vary from reader to reader so if this is what someone says, it’s best to ask them to clarify.

The writer put too much emphasis on the relationship: If you want a relationship to take place over several stories, or even just one, but you want it to be a slow burn, while not creating a romance, slice of life, etc. If you bring up the fact two characters are in love over and over, to the point it feels like the relationship is getting more attention than the actual story, readers might want those characters to tie the knot just so the story can move forward.

Every single one of these examples is based on a reader's feelings about the relationship you're creating so it changes for everyone and everyone will have a different spot in your story they can tell you where it felt like the relationship is dragging on. For me, it was in chapter two of book two, I already felt like it was dragging on as soon as I realised this was gonna be the same thing as in book one.

Beta readers are your friend and if you’re gonna have this come across in multiple stories, then make sure to find beta readers who’ve read each story and ask them how the relationship felt for them. If someone tells you it feels like it’s dragging a bit. You don’t have to change the relationship entirely, but make sure you get multiple opinions because each reader will view your relationship differently.

Despite love being a very common experience everyone has felt, it’s also one of the most difficult ones to write. Just make sure to get different opinions and see what the majority of your readers feel like.

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Rena Rouge: Secret Keeper - Ch 2: Alya

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

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Chapter 2: Alya

Alya waited by her phone for Marinette to call, chewing the inside of her cheek. She shouldn’t have chewed Chat Noir out like that. She knew he could be sensitive and it definitely was not his fault that Marientte was ridiculous about secret identities.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. Alya glanced down. 

Marinette:

I’m going to be akumatized. 

The words blurred as Alya read them. Damn that stupid cat! What did he say?! 

Alya:

Where are you? 

Marinette:

In my room. 

Alya transformed immediately and took off towards Marinette’s balcony. She dropped through the skylight barely slowing down. Marinette was curled in the fetal position at the foot of her bed, sobbing brokenly.

Marinette had never looked so small. 

Gone was the clever and confident superhero everyone looked up to and relied upon. No one else ever got to see the Ladybug that overthought and doubted herself, the girl who was so nervous she couldn’t complete an intelligible sentence in front of her crush, the girl who took responsibility for everyone in their class and their city, the girl who felt so much and so deeply when she saw others were hurting.

Alya dropped to the bed, not bothering to detransform. Her arms wrapped around Marinette. Alya wished she could do something, anything at all to ease Marientte’s wracking sobs. 

Alya’s filled with rage at Chat Noir all over again for putting her best friend in this state. What the hell had he said?

“What did he do?” Rena growled. 

Marinette shook her head. “N-not his fault.”

Alya was gonna blame him anyway. “What happened?” she asked more softly. 

“He quit. He said that our not being able to communicate with him made him a liability.”

Alya cringed internally because she actually agreed with him. She hadn’t thought he would be willing to make that sacrifice. And then she immediately wants to kick herself. If anyone had shown over and over again that they were willing to make sacrifices for Ladybug it was Chat Noir. 

“I’m so sorry.”

Marinette cried harder. 

A black butterfly phased through the wall. 

“Akuma!” Alya shouted. 

Marinette tensed underneath her arms. Alya wouldn’t let her be akumatized. She would take the butterfly if it came down to it. 

But the kwamis immediately swarmed it. And a second later, the akuma was just gone. 

Tension bled out of her shoulders. She continued to hold Marinette like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

Because she was the most precious thing in the world. 

“It’s gone,” Alya whispered. “The Kwamis did something. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” 

Marinette shook her head violently. “I’m not okay.” 

Alya rubbed her back, but didn’t argue. 

“I can’t do this without him,” she cried. 

Alya bit her tongue, wanting to argue. Marinette could do anything . 

“And I don’t even know how long he’s been feeling this way. I think it’s been building for a long time,” Marinette whispered. “And I didn’t know.” It was impossible to miss the self reproach in her voice.

Alya rubbed her side and back soothingly. 

Marinette twisted in her arms to face her. “How could I not have known, Alya?” 

“Marinette, why didn’t you just tell him? I totally love that you have trusted me, but why did you never trust Chat?”

“I want to! I almost did! But it would be a selfish decision. He and I cannot know each other until Hawkmoth is defeated.”

“But why?” Alya asked. “What’s the difference between him and me? It seems so arbitrary.” 

“Yeah—” Marinette broke off as she dissolved into another round of quaking sobs. 

Alya cradled her head, and rocked her. “There’s more to this than you just following the rules, isn’t there?” 

Marinette nodded tearfully. “There… was another timeline. He knew who I was. We were in love. Or that’s what he said, anyway. But… he was akumatized. Chat Blanc destroyed the world. He said that it was our love that caused it to end. Bunnyx said he couldn’t know who the other was. Not yet.” 

“Not yet?” Alya questioned. “Maybe it’s okay now?”

Marinette scowled. “I don’t have some metric! The only thing I know is that he can’t be akumatized! So I have to wait until the risk of akumatization is over!” 

Alya pursed her lips, uncertain what to say.

“I almost let him tell me anyway. Even knowing that it could cost us everything. How selfish is that?” 

“Shhh. It’s not selfish,” Alya insisted.

Marinette kept going as if she hadn’t spoken. “I’ve hurt him so badly. He’s never going to forgive me! I don’t know how to do this without him, but I didn’t know how to convince him to stay. And now it doesn’t matter because I don’t know who he is, which means I can’t find him! And I’m never going to see him ag—”

Marinette crumpled into tears all over again. And Alya hugged her tighter, but her mind was already awhirl. Marinette had seen the end of the world? Had denied herself love to prevent that ending? 

It wasn’t fair. 

Alya needed to do something. She needed to fix it. 

“You’ll see him again,” Alya promised.

“How?”

“His kwami knows who he is right?”

“They all do! But they can’t tell anyone!”

Alya looked over at Tikki who nodded in confirmation. 

“Can they give hints?”

Tikki shook her head. 

“It doesn’t matter, Alya! I can’t know who he is either!” 

“But what if you weren’t the one to know?” 

Marinette froze and pulled away. “What?”

Alya met her gaze, stroking the sides of her face. “What if I knew Chat’s identity? It keeps you from knowing each other but helps us coordinate. We could include him in the planning! I could help support him like I do for you!” 

Marinette nodded. “I… I can’t know all the details. But yes, anything, please! But you have to never slip, Alya. You can’t tell me who he is. You can’t hint! You may have to lie to me to protect him!”

“I understand.” Alya said, smiling. This could work. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve already lied to Nino you know… to protect you.”

Marinette slumped. “I’m sorry.” 

Alya shook her head. “No, it’s okay. It’s part of being a superhero, and I know Nino would be okay with it if I could tell him the reasons, and I knew it had to happen to protect you because you protect the whole city. I understand the stakes! And I’m telling you, I can do this.” 

Marinette crashed into her abdomen, her arms circling around Alya’s waist.

“You are the bestest best friend in the whole world!”

Alya laughed. “I don’t know if I would go that far.” 

“I would,” Marinette mumbled. “So how are you going to find him?”

Alya opened her mouth.

“No wait! Don’t tell me! I shouldn’t know! But do you need any help?” 

“Can I talk to Chat’s kwami? Without you?” 

Marinette dashed to the miracle box, and immediately pulled out an octogonal box. She shoved it into Alya’s awaiting hands. “His name is Plagg. He’s quite the squirrelly one. He loves cheese. I’ll get out of your hair, and be back in like an hour?” 

“Marinette?” Alya interjected. Places a hand on her friend’s flying limbs to calm her until Marinette stilled. “I need you to know I don’t know how long this will take. Even if I can figure him out easily, I still have to convince him to come back. I need you to be patient. Can you do that?”

“I’d do anything for Chat,” she whispered. 

“Okay! Then scat! I’ll see what I can figure out here.” 

Marinette darted from the room, Tikki bobbing after her. 

Alya let her transformation fall, wanting Trixx there with her.

“What do you think?” Alya asked her kwami. “Does destruction suit me?” 

“Absolutely not!” 

Alya laughed as she slipped the ring onto her middle finger. It flashed into a silver ring studded with blue sea glass all the way around. It looked like a ring her mother used to wear. Alya loved it. 

“So it’s not enough that you replaced my kitten on the team, but you’re to replace him as my holder as well?” Plagg deadpanned, floating in front of her with his little arms crossed.

“I have no intention of replacing Chat Noir. I only put the ring on so I could talk to you.”

“About?” 

“I’m hoping that you’ll help me figure out who he is so that I can convince him to rejoin the team.” 

“I can’t tell you who he is.”

“Not directly maybe.” 

“Look, blogger girl—“

“Blogger girl? You know who I am! That’s a hint already!” 

“Is it?! You’re the idiot who gets way too close to Akuma battles on the regular.” 

Alya frowned. “Do you not want to go back to him?” 

Plagg sagged in the air. “He’s one of the best holders I’ve ever had. Maybe the best. But he won’t take the ring back, so there’s no point in you bringing out all his hurt feelings. Because you can’t do anything to soothe them.” 

“Maybe not. But perhaps Ladybug can?” 

“As long as she maintains the Guardian’s secret identity at all costs with him and not with you, he’s a lost cause.” 

“I take it you don’t know about the alternate timeline?” 

Plagg groaned. “I hate alternate timelines!” 

“Do you think there’s a chance an akumatized Chat that destroys the world won’t happen this time if they learn each other’s identities?” 

Plagg went silent. Alya raised an eyebrow. 

“I really hate alternate timelines, but here’s the thing, blogger girl, they’re called alternate for a reason .” 

Alya threw her hands up. “Look! I’d be willing to risk it, but Ladybug is not.” 

“I get it,” he grumbled, flying to her hand. “So are you going to tell my kitten this?” 

“Maybe not that they were together? Or that he was the one akumatized? I don’t know. What do you think?” 

“It would be better coming from pigtails.”

“But we have to convince him first .”

“Yeah,” he drawled. “All right. I’m in.” 

“So how am I going to figure out who he is?” 

“Oh that’s the easy part.” 

“It is?” 

“Hey Kaalki!” The horse kwami popped up from Marinette’s desk. “Open up a portal to my kid’s room!” Then he turned to Alya. “You should transform. This is going to be a rough ride. You’ll want all the protection you can get.” 

…

Rena Rouge had been through portals before. More than once. 

This was nothing like that. Rena felt like she had been thrown into a tornado, then sucked through a sieve, and then swallowed by a dragon only to be thrown up ten seconds later. 

She crashed face first onto a grand piano, struggling to regain her breath. 

“Rena! Are you okay?” 

She shook her head to clear it. “I… I think so?” She said, accepting his offered hand, only then turning to look at his incredibly familiar face. “Adrien?” 

His eyebrows rose into his hairline. “Were you expecting someone else?” 

“You’re Chat Noir?” 

His shoulders slumped with a resigned sigh. “How did you find me?” 

“Kaalki knows where you live.”

“Figures,” he bit out. She had never heard him sound so bitter.

She held out the ring to him. 

He didn’t take it. 

“How’s Plagg?” he asked. 

“Umm… I have no idea. We only talked about you.” 

He glared at her.

Right, time to get to the point. “Chat, Ladybug needs you to come back.” 

“Then why are you here?” He ran his hands through his hair. “If I’m so important to her, why did she send you ?”

“Because she’s still convinced you can’t know each other’s identities.”

He threw his hands up in frustration. “I don’t understand what’s so different that you can know and I can’t! I know she says she trusts me, but her actions say something different. And I’m not sure what I did that she found so unworthy of trust—“

“It was nothing you did!” Alya interjected. 

“—but I didn’t take myself off the team because I think I have the right to know. It’s putting us all - her and me and you - in danger when we’re not on the same page!”

“I agree completely!” she yelled. 

“Does she know you’re here?” he asked. 

“She knows I’m trying to find you. She does not know that I’ve succeeded, and I don’t plan on telling her that until you agree to come back. She wants to know, Adrien. And she wants you to know who she is, too! I promise you, she does!”

“She has a funny way of showing it,” he grumbled. 

“She spent the last few hours bawling her eyes out about how much she’s hurt you and that you’ll never ever forgive her and that you’re right not to. And that it doesn’t matter because she’s never going to see you again, and she’s not certain she can even be Ladybug without you.”

He sighed and dropped his head. “I’m sorry, Rena. I can’t come back. I’m a danger to her and to the whole team because we can’t communicate.” 

“I agree completely,” she said. “Which is why I’m here! Will you let me explain?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, his voice the calmest it had been since she had arrived. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take my frustration out on you. What did you come here to tell me?” 

“Ladybug trusts you more than anyone. More than me.” 

“ But—“

“More than anyone!” she insisted. “Apparently she did trust you. You both knew each other’s identities at some point.”

“I don’t remember that.” 

“I know you don’t. She doesn’t really either. But she saw what it led to. Bunnyx… you know who Bunnyx is right?”

He nodded. 

“Bunnyx came and got her and took her to a future where the world had been destroyed. Bunnyx told her the inciting event was you two learning each other’s identities.” 

“Why did she never tell me this?” 

Alya laughed. “Honestly? She’s bad at difficult conversations. She avoids them like the plague.”

He winced.

“She didn’t plan to tell me her identity either, you know. She just had a mental breakdown and I happened to be there. I imagine being a full time superhero when no one knows, wears you down.” 

He snorted. “Understatement.”

“When she was spiraling, I convinced her that we could find some kind of loophole. Show you that she does trust you. She’s only trying to protect you, Paris, and apparently the future. I figured I could know both your identities, and act as a go between. That way you’ll always be in the know.” 

“That only works if I know who you are, too.”

“I’ll drop the transformation as soon as you agree, Kitty Cat.” 

He stared at her for awhile. “I will want to talk to Ladybug about all this.”

“Obviously.”

“Okay then.” He put the ring back on. 

“Will you stop renouncing me every time you have a bad day?!” Plagg screeched. 

“I’ve only renounced you twice,” Adrien said, sounding almost petulant. Alya grinned. She never knew Adrien had it in him. It was almost refreshing to see him in less than perfect form. 

Though if he was Chat Noir, she supposed she had seen it before. 

“Twice too many! And there was a third time you threatened to do so.” 

“You’ve given up the ring before?” Alya asked softly. How many times had he been hurting that deeply, and she had never noticed. 

He winced. “I don’t really want to talk about it. Are you going to drop your transformation or not?” 

“Trixx, let’s rest.” 

His eyes blew open. “Alya?” 

She smiled. “Hi, Adrien. I swear I didn’t know you were hurting this much. I’m sorry I’ve been so blind as your friend.” 

“It’s fine,” he shrugged it off. “I never told you anything was going on.” He frowned. “Wait! If you’re Rena. That means Carapace is…” 

She waved him forward. She wasn’t sure what she was allowed to say, but if he figured it out himself, it wasn’t her fault. 

“Carapace is Nino,” he concluded. “Isn’t it weird that practically all the holders are in our class?” 

“The same class where literally everyone except you has been akumatized?” She countered, proud of herself for delivering that line with a straight face. 

She felt slightly guilty that was already misleading him, but wasn’t that what she signed up for? To keep both Ladybug and Chat Noir on the same page while misdirecting them from each other? 

Which was going to be way harder than she thought because they were together like, all of the time. They saw each other every single day almost! They sat like half a meter apart in class! How the hell had they not already figured each other out?

Plagg laughed. “Welcome to my world, kit,” he said. 

She sighed. She definitely had her work cut out for her.

…

She didn’t bother going through the front door. Instead, she came in through Nino’s window, collapsed into his arms on his bed, released her transformation, and buried her face into his shoulder and neck. 

He pulled the earbuds out of he ears. “Hey,” he greeted softly. “You okay?” 

She mumbled something incomprehensible into his shoulder. 

He rubbed her shoulder. “That bad, huh? Want to talk about it?”

She wanted to tell him everything. “Our friends are a full time job,” she landed on. “They’re going to be the end of my sanity.” 

He laughed. “Tell me about it. What happened now?” 

She sighed. What could she say? “They’re terrible at talking.” 

Nino laughed again. “What can I do to make you feel better?” 

“Kiss me.”

He was only too happy to oblige. 

…

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