#all three clowns turn to look at me. 'draw them with their eyes open you coward' NO

[courtingchaos]

An Excuse in the Form of Pie

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: A little Thanksgiving ditty for you, just a few days late. This is in my Rent universe but you can just read it on its own if you’d prefer. Takes place like a year into them dating.

Warnings: Sex

NSFW 18+ No Minors

Oh they shouldn’t have trusted either of you two to do shit asked of you. All Wayne had to do was huff at the cardboard box that he was unloading onto your mom’s counter and Eddie was at the front door with your hand in his.

“What’d you forget?” He asked it too enthusiastically, earning a hard side eye from Wayne.

“The buttermilk pie.”

“We can go grab it.” Eddie already had the door open with you nodding along behind him.

“It’s not a two person job.” Wayne’s gaze never falters off his nephew or you, just a raise of his eyebrows while you two practically jitter out of your skin.

“What if my hands get cold? We can share the load, right Samwise?” Eddie has mischief all over his face when he glances at you over his shoulder. It’s in the dimples on his cheeks and the crinkles around his eyes. Those shine with giddiness that he’s been trying to tamp down all morning.

Wayne relents wordlessly, a toss of his hands upwards and another huff. “Nothing wise about either of you.” Muttered as he turns to help your mom with the unwrapping of casseroles.

Your aunts came in two days ago and he hasn’t had a moment alone with you since, all of it spent at your place in your mom’s living room listening to three middle aged women gossip. It was fun for the first day but when he realized you were essentially being held hostage and he couldn’t get even a quick feel up in the hallway without someone calling for you. A trailer not much bigger than his own and it was swarming with people and you kept getting lost in the throws.

“How long before they send out a search party?” Eddie asks while stomping up his front steps and unlocking the door, everything done in a rush like he’s running from your extended family.

“Well bud, I think Wayne already knows.” Your laugh follows him into the dark trailer before he yanks you in with him.

“Bud?!”

“Yeah, my buddy that I sleep with.”

“Is that all I am to you?” He pulls you against his chest in the midst of giggles and a tangle of feet trying to rid themselves of shoes. “Just a warm buddy you can take advantage of?” He asks like he isn’t the one manhandling you down the short hallway to his room. Your protests fall on deaf ears though as he nods along all aloof like and blindly slaps around behind his back for his doorknob.

“Seriously Eddie we gotta be quick, I don’t want Wayne marching over.”

“Hey.” He pulls away to point at you. “You don’t get to make fun of me when it’s over in under a minute, capiche?”

You laugh into his mouth while trying to kiss him and also trying to pull at his belt. His hands immediately find their way under your blouse, a lavender colored satin thing your mother forced you into that morning. He’d made a comment about you looking like one of those sad porcelain clowns and you’d thrown a serving spoon at him.

Now though you can’t get enough of his teasing mouth. His teeth that nip and pull away to draw you closer to his bed, his tongue that sneaks out to lick at the corner of your lips.

“Eddie c’mon.” You whine when he dips his head to kiss under your jaw, his hands still skirting the edges of your bra under your shirt. “Get me out of this stupid thing.”

He’s already plucking at the covered buttons before you finish your sentence. “Say no more.” Undone, just like your bra apparently, his little magic trick he’s perfected in the almost year you two have been together. He tugs you with him to sit on the edge of the bed and with you barely in his lap, the phone trills from the kitchen.

“There’s that ten minute warning.” Your hands slow down on the zipper of his ‘nice’ jeans, coming to terms with the fact you weren’t going to get anything you wanted this week.

“Well fuck their ten minutes.” His hands are rough on the wool of your skirt where he pushes it up your thighs, fingers sneaking under the silky lining to find the crease of your hips. “It’s not like we’re eating pie first.”

“You might be.” Your laugh is soft between you. Breath pushed out from the tickling movement of his fingers along sensitive skin. He gets a grip on you though and rolls you onto your back, your legs kicking around until he settles between your knees.

“Unfortunately no.” His fingers hook on your underwear to pull them down quickly. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to sneaking away later for a slice.” He vaguely pushes his jeans aside, finishing the job you left undone. The phone stops finally and Eddie grins down at you looking flushed and disheveled and wanting. He wants to get you out of your holiday finest and keep you in his sheets while the sky is still grey with rain. He doesn’t want to make this quick just because he’s missed you for a few days but the ache in his boxers does make a persuasive argument.

“What are you smiling at?” You ask him, trying to reach out to pull him closer. He gets the idea and drops down on his elbows to crowd into your space, nose running down along your cheek to plant a kiss on your earlobe.

“You. I miss you.”

“I know. The aunts will be gone by Saturday and you can have me all to yourself till Monday.” You run fingers through his tangled hair and he sighs, taking the moment for longer than he should. This was supposed to be a quickie after all.

“I’m gonna hold you to that-“

The phone rings again and he could swear it sounds more insistent than it did two minutes ago. “Fuck me.”

“I’m trying.” Your giggling does him in. He sits up with a rough yank of your hips to meet his and he works himself out of his boxers. Doesn’t give you more than a second to realize before he rocks his hips forward and makes you gasp through your smile.

The shriek of the phone echos through the empty trailer and it sets his teeth on edge, anger a whisper on the back of his thoughts “I swear to god I’m gonna graduate this year.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Yup.” He grabs your leg to sloppily kiss your knee and keep your hips open for him. “I’m gonna get the fuck out there so we can get the fuck out of here.” His other hand sneaks between your legs to find your own ache, thumb rubbing circles over that bundle of nerves. The leg in his hold jumps and he laughs through his nose at the way you squirm against his onslaught. “Have our own fucking Thanksgiving.” His hips pound a rhythm against yours. “And I’m unplugging the fucking phone.”

Your laughter turns to moaning that you don’t have to keep hidden and Eddie’s eyes roll in his head. These are the daydreams he gets lost in during biology, ideas of you two living on your own anywhere but here. A place where you don’t have to keep quiet due to thin walls and family ever present. Eighty five is gonna be his fucking year if it’s the last thing he does.

When one call ends and immediately picks up into another loud ring, Eddie drops his head and focuses on you. “Come on baby, they’re gonna send out the sheriff soon.”

“I don’t-fuck I don’t care!” You give him a show with your head thrown back and your hands pawing at your own chest, one of your nipples pinched between your orange painted fingers. His hips snap in an uneven rhythm while he tries to hold off until you break, always trying to make you break first. Eyes screwed shut, back arching off the bed suddenly, he feels you clench around him and he buries himself deep to ride out the feeling with you. His movements stutter and he mumbles his love at you, babbling about next year in your own shared place. In your own shared bed.

There’s no room for basking in the afterglow and when Eddie finally lifts his head you’ve already rehooked your bra and started buttoning your shirt back up quietly. “I’m sorry this was…well, this.” You look around you sadly and spot your underwear on his crowded floor.

“Don’t be, I got to steal you away for a bit.” He’s redoing his belt but leans down to kiss your forehead. “And maybe later we can sneak out back and have some quality neckin’ time.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and the phone rings again and he turns unceremoniously out of his room without another word.

He tears the phone of the cradle and immediately hears Wayne, exasperated on the other end, asking where in the blue hell you two are. “Hello!” Eddie twirls the wire around his finger, his irritation clear through the line. “No we didn’t get lost, I was looking for something in my room.”

A moments fucking peace, he thinks to himself.

“Yeah, I see it. No I’m literally staring at it right now. Yep, she’s picking it up and we’re walking out the door.” You’re strolling into the living room and picking up your shoes and his, waving them at him. “Yes Wayne, I know. I’m sorry. Uh huh. Well…oh.” You’re watching him as his face softens and he smiles. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“What’s up?” Your hair is stuck up around your head and after he hangs up he reaches out to smooth a hand over the flyaways.

“He said he was stalling for us.” A blush creeps into the tips of his ears at the thought of that. A sweet gesture but still something he wished he could have kept to himself.

“Well that’s sweet of him. Told you he knew what was up.” You hand him his shoes that he drops and shoves his toes into while you grab the homemade pie out of the fridge. “You ready?”

“I was serious, by the way.” He doesn’t look at you while he locks the door and makes his intentions clear.

“About what?”

“The getting us out of here.”

You wait at the bottom of the steps, looking up at him warmly with the glass pie dish tucked up against your chest. “I know.”

He has a hard time meeting your eyes sometimes when he tries to talk about the future. “I mean, if that’s anything you’d want anyways.” He keeps his gaze unfocused while you both start back off to your trailer and your full family.

“Getting out of the trailer park?”

“Yeah.”

“Getting out of Hawkins?”

“That too.”

“Getting away with you?”

“That’s the part I wasn’t sure about.”

You find his hand swinging between you to grab it tight, lacing your fingers together. “Eddie, I’d love nothing more.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Fic #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader #My Work #My Fic

[indecisivemuch]

Time wasn't in our favor - Part 1

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Female!Reader

Summary: "Ooh, I can give you a mini tour of my New York city!" - What if...your soulmate is from another universe but you didn't know? Soulmate AU. Set during NWH, fluff.

Note: This will stray from NWH's main events since I needed to make it longer cause in the movie, they were only there for probably a few hours. Also, I just took 2 random elements as part of the cure, don't hold me responsible for that. Based on 'See you later' (ten years) by Jenna Raine.

Word count: 5k

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

"Damn, was I gone for years? Since when could you do magic?" Y/N jested as she walked through the portal that apparently Ned had conjured up. Her two friends smiled as they spotted the familiar glimmer in her eyes.

"Oh, you missed a lot," MJ commented, smiling sweetly at Y/N. "We all miss you a lot," she admitted. Ned nodded eagerly at this.

"Awe, MJ, I miss you guys too. It's boring not getting into trouble," Y/N half-hearted joke.

"Anyways, where am I? and where's Peter?" Y/N asked, observing the cozy living room she was in.

"You're at my grandma's house, and see...we don't know where he is, but since we managed to portal you here, we figure let's try to portal Peter here too,"

"I am so not used to this magic and portal talk," Y/N sighed. "But alright, let's do this."

Circling his fingers again, Ned muttered, "Find Peter Parker." The portal flickered but didn't open. With more determination, the boy repeated, "Find Peter Parker!"

This time, he successfully opened the portal. The three teens looked at the alley way presented in front of them. Stood afar was Peter Parker in his Spiderman suit.

"Peter! It's us! Come!" MJ yelled, watching as the boy confusingly turned around and looked at the portal. Y/N, however, wasn't convinced about the person despite her vast distance from the boy in spandex.

Even from afar, she could tell he was too tall.

"Strange question. Are you sure that's Peter and not someone clowning us?" Y/N muttered.

"Of course that's Peter, I doubt that there is another Peter Parker who is Spiderman," MJ responded before gesturing for Peter to come into the living room. The boy did as told, jogging towards the portal. Y/N watched as he grew taller and taller until MJ and Ned both scrunched their face in the same confused state Y/N was in.

That was the moment he took his mask off.

"Who the hell are you?" MJ accusingly pointed out, crossing her arms.

"I'm Peter Parker," the unbelievably attractive stranger repli-

wait, what - unbelievably attractive? Y/N snap out of it.

"That's not possible," MJ left no room for discussions.

"I'm Spiderman - in my world, but then yesterday I was...I-I was just here...String theory, multi-dimensional reality, and matter of displacement - all real?" Peter asked, looking at the portal with dorky amazement. The sight somehow made Y/N feel giggly.

And so she did - a chuckle left her mouth, drawing the stranger’s attention. As his gaze landed on her, Peter's lips parted a bit. Their eyes locked and something about this first moment seemed like it won't be the last. Those chocolate brown eyes, how could something hold such softness yet the same amount of pain? An overbearing feeling tingled every inch of Y/N's body as she froze in her spot.

His eyes were seemingly whispering to her, “have we met?” Something about him just pulled Y/N in.

"Yeah," MJ grunted skeptically.

"I knew it," he broke the eye contact, looking at MJ, while Y/N averted her gaze to her foot.

"Prove it," MJ quickly filled the silence.

"Prove what?"

"That you're Peter Parker."

"I don't carry an ID with me. It kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing," Peter spoke up. What surprised him, though, was how his eyes automatically trailed to the quiet one of the three teens. It was as if his body begged for a response from her. If he didn't know any better, he would say his mind was trying to impress her.

Just as a piece of Peter started reminding him of Gwen, it evaporated as he watched Y/N’s lips twitch into an amused smirk.

Taking advantage of his distracted state, MJ threw bread at him.

"Why did you do that?" Peter asked.

"I was trying to see if you have the tingle thing."

"I have the tingle thing, just not for bread- can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply distrusting person and I respect it." he launched to the ceiling, hoping the girl would believe him. His eyes once again crawled back to Y/N. Peter grinned internally when he saw her eyebrows lift in silent approval.

"Crawl around," Peter looked back at MJ again upon hearing her demand.

"Crawl around?"

"Guys, let's not even start. We need to find the real Peter," Y/N interrupted, deciding to stop the quarrel that was wasting precious time.

"Ouch," the boy muttered, grinning at Y/N when they made eye contact again. She only shook her head lightly in a joking manner.

"Ned, do the magic thing again," Y/N said, standing back to let the boy get his focus.

"Find Peter Parker!" repeating the message three times, Ned managed to open a portal. However, instead of appearing in front of the teens, it opened from behind them.

"Great, it's just some random guy," Ned muttered.

"Hello," the middle age man greeted.

"You're Peter." Y/N stated, piecing the situation together.

"Yeah...Peter Parker. I've seen you three..." he looked at the previous Peter. "Wait...he's not your friend." Before the other three knew it, the two Peters started shooting webs at each other, grinning as if finding the situation amusing.

"Wait, so you're Spider man too?" Ned asked

"Yeah, and this might sound kinda weird, but I've been trying to find your friend ever since I got here...I just have this sense that he needs my help," " the oldest Peter replied.

"He does, but we don't know where he is and honestly...right now we're all he really has left." MJ spoke up.

"Is there someplace that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a place where he would go to-"

"Get away from everything?" the tallest Peter interrupted, a mutual understanding look flashed across both Spider-mans' faces.

"For me, it was the top of the Chrysler building,"

"Empire state. Better view..." the Peter who arrived first responded, eyes landing on Y/N, who was standing near him.

"Yes...yeah, I think I know exactly where that would be."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After convincing Peter to give the other two Spiderman a chance, the whole group snuck into a lab from Midtown High School. Y/N felt the tears threatening to spill again after being told about all the events that she has missed while being grounded at home. It was heartbreaking to hear how Aunt May had passed away. She was like Y/N's second mother.

"I'm so sorry Peter..." Y/N trailed off, sniffling slightly as she saw the evident pain in Peter's eyes.

"It's okay, we just need to create a cure for all of them, the last thing I wanted was for her to die in vain," Peter muttered.

"She definitely didn't die in vain. We can do this, Peter," Y/N said, hoping her words would ease the boy. It somewhat worked, as determination made its way on the boy's face.

"Right, so what should I help with? You guys all seem to know what you're doing."

"We all know you became smarter than me-"

"My life's achievement," Y/N jested, grinning as smiles grew around the room at her comment. But her gaze stuck on the tallest Peter, her heart ached over how gorgeous his smile was.

"So finding a cure would be a lot faster and frankly...I miss you a lot," Peter continued. His sentimental words made Y/N smile, feeling appreciated.

"Alright, let's do this," Peter 1, or this universe's Peter, spoke up, determined to dive back into work.

"I don't know who to help," Y/N whispered to MJ, who immediately smirked at the question.

"How about the one you were staring at?"

"I wasn't staring at him."

"So we know which Peter we're talking about huh?"

"I deducted and also, let's not talk about this because they all have super hearings," Y/N immediately spotted all of Peter's mouths quirking up from the corner, which caused her to roll her eyes playfully.

"Well, just help Peter 3, maybe get to know him and who knows," MJ suggested.

"Yeah yeah, alrighty," Y/N sarcastically concluded, but approaching Peter 3 nevertheless, pulling a chair with her.

"Hi," she plopped down, greeting the stranger who managed to colour her intrigued.

"Hello," Peter 3 greeted. He deliberately met eyes with her, knowing fully well that despite her words to MJ, they definitely held eye contact for longer than normal. Much to his enjoyment, a part of him felt immense guilt for even glancing at another girl who wasn't Gwen.

"Do you need help?" Y/N asked, holding that eye contact deliberately as well.

"Yeah, I just can't remember this one thing that I added back then, maybe you can figure it out?" Peter 3 gave her the note that he had written down. Y/N looked down on the paper.

"I don't think there's a Y/N in my world - at least, I didn't know her," Peter started, clearly trying to start a conversation.

"Well, there's a Peter in my world and he's really sweet. If other versions of himself are the same, I think they should grow on me just the same," Y/N grinned, skimming through the paper. As Peter was about to reply, Y/N spoke again.

"Four..." grabbing the pencil in his hand. Their hands grazed at this, distracting the boy.

"Hm?"

"It's supposed to be four, rather than three drops here to balance up with other chemicals. Also, I think you're missing either Pralidoxime or Sodium bicarbona-"

"That's it! Sodium bicarbonate - thank you so much," he jumped out of his seat for a second, giving her the most beautiful smile she had ever seen again for the second time.

"You're welcome..." Y/N trailed off again, watching as the boy eagerly worked on his cure. She couldn't get rid of the smile he just gave her, or the face of pure joy. It was cute how he jumped up like a little kid on Christmas day.

It was quick, but she noticed his glance at her covered wrist. Y/N looked down at it and gave a dry chuckle, "Do you guys have soulmates in your Universe?"

"Yeah, we do."

"Well, I just...gave up on it in a way. It feels weird for me to fall for somebody just because they're my soulmate. I want it to happen naturally. And if the concept is true then maybe when I fall for somebody, they would happen to also be my soulmate," Y/N explained, even though she realized she didn't have to. Somehow she felt the need to justify herself to the boy.

"Hey. No, no, no, no. Look at me. I'm here." Y/N glanced at Peter and MJ. The two were clearly sharing an intimate moment. Despite being around the couple all the time, Y/N couldn't help but feel sour at the scene.

"I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna get through this. We're gonna get through it together." MJ concluded. "Okay?" MJ asked, to which Peter nodded.

She glanced down at the covered tattoo again and sighed quietly. Deciding it wasn't worth it to be gloomy, she looked back at Peter 3 again. However, she spotted the look of wanting and guilt on his face.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Gwen...she was my soulmate, and losing her broke me. I never thought I could feel such pain. Especially being Spiderman, I was prone to injuries. This was unhealable," Peter 3 gulped, his voice breaking.

Y/N had seen people who she loved sad before. She would try to cheer them up. However, seeing this Peter in pain made her want to rip the world apart for causing such a feeling for the boy. The sight brought searing displeasure to her. It was heartbreaking for Y/N to know what he had been through. It made her want to do anything for him to never feel such emotions again. She wanted to bring the pain, sorrow, guilt and bitterness away.

"I'm so sorry..."Y/N muttered, though her mind was more overwhelmed by this unfamiliar feeling of protectiveness.

Peter 3 couldn't look at Y/N this time. His head reminding that this would be disloyalty.

"I'm sure she would be proud of you for everything..." Y/N muttered, trying to comfort the boy.

Just then, the substance Peter was whisking turned a slight shade of green, indicating that it was done.

"Looks like we're finished," Peter half grinned at the cure.

"You finished? That's good then, we're also almost done," Peter 1 spoke up, peering at the cure with intrigued eyes, clearly impressed.

"Gosh, I'm so hungry," Ned muttered. MJ muttered something along the same line, letting out a sigh in the process.

"I can get us all something, yeah?" Y/N asked, though her voice came through as a stern motherly statement. The girl grabbed her jacket, and jogging to the door.

"Wait, I'll come with," Y/N looked at Peter 3, who ran after her.

"Ooh, I can give you a mini tour of my New York city!" Y/N said.

"Also, you do realize people might see your Spidey suit under that lab coat, right?" Y/N questioned, hand holding the door knob.

"Wait, you can borrow some of my clothes," Peter 1 suggested, nudging Ned to open a portal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sight was one of a kind - Peter 3 in Peter 1's clothing. They were a few sizes smaller, so the view caused the girl to giggle when she initially saw it. To be entirely real, she had not stopped giggling since then.

"I'm so sorry, it's just...you're a lot taller," the girl gasped between giggles, watching as Peter 3 rolled his eyes playfully.

"Never would I imagine myself getting bullied because of my height," the boy commented.

"Well, there's a first for everything, isn't there?" as the words left her mouth, the two arrived at their destination.

"Welcome to Richard’s, only the best sandwich shop in New York City!" Y/N dramatically introduced.

"Wait - this is your favorite spot?" Peter 3 asked. He opened the door and gestured for her to walk in first, to which Y/N obliged.

"Yeah, I can literally go here every day."

"This is my favorite spot as well!"

"No way! The Peter here keeps insisting Delmar is the best, but I beg to differ. Nothing can top Richard’s," the girl was glad to know that another version of Peter agreed with her.

"Y/N! It's been quite some time, how are you?" the shop owner asked, the sympathetic smile on his face clearly indicating his awareness of Y/N's situation.

"I've been better," the girl replied honestly.

"Anyways, what do you want to order?" she asked Peter, watching as he peered at the menu that was exactly the same as his universe.

"I'll have a meatball sandwich, but without pickles, please, and extra cheese," the boy ordered, watching as Richard chuckled at this.

"Oh, are you ordering a 'Y/N's'?"

"A 'Y/N's'?" Peter peered at the girl, who still wore an amazed look on her face.

"Yeah, she's been ordering that for like three years already, we decided to name it after her."

Peter looked down at the girl, "You're telling me that's your favorite?" As a response, Y/N nodded slowly, copying the smile growing on the boy's face.

"No way, this is unbelievable. I always order that!" Peter chuckled.

"Well, make that two 'Y/N's sandwiches', two ham and egg, and two grilled chicken. Thank you!" Y/N paid for the purchase, quickly rushing Peter to one of the tables.

"My Richard’s didn't name it after me though, the decency," he huffed, grinning as Y/N laughed at this.

"Ah, but I personally think 'Y/N's sandwich' sounds better than 'Peter's sandwich' though," the girl teased, immediately giggling when Peter's mouth dropped in a feigned offended look.

"Damn, I never knew you were so mean."

"I bet the me in your universe is even feistier."

"Yeah...I think it would have been fun to know you in my world..." Peter trailed off, a faraway look on his face when he looked at the girl. He imagined the things they would have done together if he had known her. He thought of how good friends they would have been, especially with how well they were clicking now.

"I'm sure she would have bossed you around, and I would be sure damn proud," Y/N beamed, standing up when she saw Richard finishing up her order and putting it on the counter. Peter stood up as well, waiting for the girl to return with the food.

He often found himself in moments like these lately: what could have been and what ifs.

How have I not met her before? - Peter wondered.

"Well, let's head back now. I'm sure the others are dying of starvation," Y/N over-exaggerated, dramatically pretending to faint, which abrupted a laugh from Peter.

"Besides, we can't deprive them of such good sandwiches," the girl muttered, skipping a few steps ahead before slowing down to walk beside Peter again. The boy quickly laced his fingers between hers and the plastic bag, trying to untangle it from her hand.

"It's fine, I can carry it," the girl responded, but the bag slipped out of her hand and into his, nevertheless. "Hey! It's fine. I insist," the boy spoke up, watching as a look of appreciation beamed on her face.

The two walked across a field of green grass, and a small chuckle emitted from Y/N.

"Ooh, dandelions," she pointed. Indeed, there were plenty of dandelions on the small field they were walking past. Deciding to take a break from saving the world, Y/N walked towards it and casually plucked one from the field, showing Peter the little plant in her hand. It was surprising how Y/N could see the dandelions despite how dark it was.

"Wanna make a wish?" Y/N asked.

"I think you should make it though, you're the one who found it," Peter 3 replied, switching the bag to his other hand.

Silence engulfed them for a second as Y/N looked at the dandelion intently. The boy could not help but admire her at that moment: how cute she looked while in deep thinking.

Y/N glanced back up at him, "I think you might need it more than I do."

Doing what she did previously, Peter 3 stared at her for a bit in silence, mirroring the intense look. Y/N was under the street light, making her illuminate like an angel gracing her presence on Earth.

"Okay...I'll make a wish," Y/N grinned at the reply, watching as the boy took a step closing to her and into the same light she was standing under. He peered down at her. The height difference caused for her to look up at him. Peter closed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows, clearly taking this silly thing very seriously. Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't take her eyes off the boy. It was too soon to say, but she could see herself falling for him. Yet once again, her heart ached, knowing that he once had a soulmate, who he did love a lot and lost. She also knew she was falling for 'impossibility' because, in the end, he would have to leave.

Y/N snapped out of her trance as Peter blew on the dandelion, setting free the little mini dandelion flying.

"Now let's hope it comes true," something about the way he gazed into her eyes seemed so genuine and meaningful, yet Y/N couldn't understand why.

Suddenly, the wind gushed. The black bandana that was once wrapped around Y/N wrist somehow flung open and flew with the wind, causing the girl to gasp and attempt to chase after it. Just seconds after, however, she realized that her item was gone for good, Y/N sighed in disappointment.

Peter, who was behind her, peered at her tattoo.

"A spider, huh?"

"Yeah, he's probably an arachnologist or something," Y/N sighed.

"It's kind of a big coincident though, you being friends with Spiderman and then having a spider tattoo for a soulmate."

"Well, Peter's soulmate is MJ so...here we are," Peter had sensed bitterness in her words.

The boy pushed the guilt away as he stepped closer to her. His fingers delicately touched the tattoo, as if scared that if he held her wrist a little too hard, he would break her. Y/N shivered at this. Partially because this was the first time somebody else touched her soul mark. While, the other reason was unknown to her. Something about his touch affected her in a way nobody had done before.

Sparks.

"...Were you in love with him?" Peter asked quietly, watching as her shoulders tensed. Silence, once again, took over the conversation. Unlike before, it wasn't lighthearted. The atmosphere was tense and strained.

"I was in love with the idea of who I thought he was."

Peter was finally able to put the pieces together and understood the reason why Y/N disliked the concept so much.

"Anyway, uhm - what about you? What is your tattoo?" Y/N tried to divert the subject to Peter instead, wishing to keep the memories of her heartbreak forever buried. She pulled her wrist from his hands.

"I got a spider web," Peter informed, following Y/N as she started walking out of the field. The two headed back to the lab again.

"It faded to gray when she died," Peter muttered.

"You know 60% of our conversation is so gloomy," Y/N tried to break the tension. "Maybe we should talk about something else! What do you like? What's your hobby?"

"Skating and photography."

"No way! I love photography. Never tried skating though, pretty sure I would fall flat on my face," the girl grimaced at the thought, which caused Peter to laugh.

"Wait! Oh. My. Gosh! Do you have this ice cream store in your universe?? Please say you do, or else you're missing out so much," Y/N rambled upon spotting her favorite ice cream truck.

"We actually don't," Peter replied, staring at the subject of the conversation.

"I can't believe you've never had the chance to try this before. Clearly, my New York is superior. You know what? My treat - even though the others are waiting. It'll just take five minutes," the girl rambled again, dragging the boy with her.

What she didn't notice though, was the look of sheer admiration on Peter's face as she held his wrist, pulling him to the truck.

"What flavour do you want?" Y/N asked, already having a flavour for herself in mind.

"How about you choose?" Peter answered, though this choice was intentional. The boy was testing something.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, Sam, can I have two cups of cookies and cream? Thank you."

"No way," Peter immediately chuckled at her order.

"What?"

"That's my favourite ice cream flavour."

"It's mine as well..." the girl trailed off, disbelieving the amount of similarities between the two of them.

"Here you go, Y/N," Sam, the ice cream truck's owner gave them the ice cream as Y/N paid.

For a second, the moment was too nostalgic for Peter. It reminded him of the night he had ice cream with Gwen. Except this time, it was in another universe. Strangely enough, the moment felt different and...right.

"Talking about photography, what's your type? Like portrait? Or wildlife...?" Y/N asked, munching on the ice cream eagerly.

"Definitely portrait, especially natural moments and interactions between peopl-" Peter halted, his eyes lighting up.

"This is...amazing," he gestured to the ice cream. Y/N lit up at this.

"I KNOW! And yes, I love to capture interactions as well. There's something so pure and beautiful about it..." she trailed off, noticing how Peter was staring at her.

"What?"

"No no. Nothing, carry on."

"As I was saying, I love photography. Photos in general, since I rely heavily on them to recall lovely moments, because they never seem to fade...unlike my memory."

Peter laughed in amusement at the girl's words. The moment caused for the girl to halt for a second. If only she had her camera at that second, because the sight was heavenly for her.

"Surely your memory is not that bad," Peter tried to defend her.

"Don't ask me what I had for dinner last night, cause I genuinely can't remember," Peter laughed again at this. Y/N bit her lips as warmth spread through her heart. The desire to have a camera at that moment grew larger than before.

"If I'm not wrong, there's a photo booth around here," Peter spoke up, snapping the girl out of her trace. It was as if he had read her mind.

Peter picked up his pace. Y/N quickly matched his speed.

"Nice, it's also here in your universe," Peter breathed out, looking at the familiar sight.

Peter dug through the tiny jacket that belonged to Peter 1. He let out a chuckle and showed her the coins.

"Wow, stealing money, huh?" Y/N teased as Peter lifted the curtain for her to walk in.

"How could I be stealing from myself? Peter replied cheekily, grinning as the girl rolled her eyes.

"Ready?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Which one do you like more?" Peter 3 asked, each hand holding a set of photos that they took from the booth.

"This one, but they're both cute," Y/N looked at each photo individually. She giggled at the one they did Spiderman's hand pose.

"Say...have you ever been to the top of the Empire State Building?" Peter asked, catching Y/N off-guard.

"No...why?" the girl asked, feeling unease if this was a suggestion as to where she thought this was going.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YOU HAVE TO WARN ME NEXT TIME," Y/N whisper-yelled as her foot settled down on top of the Empire State Building.

"I think I almost had a heart attack," Y/N muttered to herself, trying to get her heartbeat back to normal.

Clearly, someday I'll have a heart attack because of Peter - no matter which version from which universe. - The girl grumbled at this thought.

"And also people might see you and think that there's a second Spiderman or something. Then they might come after you. I don't want you going through what Peter 1 is going through. It's horrible," Peter simply stared at her. His eyes softened as he realized that she cared.

"Also I don't get how you do that everyday, just swinging in the air," Y/N finally looked at the boy, partially trying to break the soft moment with a joke. Unlike before, she did catch the deep gaze he was giving her.

"Peter?"

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"...Yeah," for once he was being honest with the question.

The boy approached her, hands smoothing down her hair that was in multiple directions due to the wind while swinging up here.

"Thanks," the girl smiled at him. Her eyes were then averted to the scenery behind him.

"Woah. This is wicked cool!" she ran to the edge, staring at the view doe-eyed.

"In my universe, this would be the place I'd go to every time everything gets too much," Y/N let the word sunk in, remembering him briefly mentioning this before.

"Thank you for sharing this to me, Peter."

The two stared at each other. Both had the same thoughts in their minds. Just being with one another had healed their wounds, even if it was temporary.

"I completely forgot, we need to head back," Y/N reminded, watching as Peter's face dropped at her words.

"Right, can't let the others starve, can we?" Peter quoted. As a reaction, Y/N gave him a wide smile, but she didn't reply yet. A part of her wanted to embrace this good moment. It had been a while since she had this much fun. It was almost as if Peter had become the light in this little darkness of hers.

"Let's go, Spidey."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As much as Y/N disliked the idea, it was the fastest way back to the lab. So here she was, screaming again at the top of her lungs as Peter had his hand wrapped around her, while she clung onto him like a koala, swinging through Queens.

"Yeah no, we're never doing that again," Y/N muttered as she unwrapped herself from the tall boy. She couldn't fathom how MJ managed it, being the more frequent passenger to the swings.

As they were about to start walking, a kid skated right at the two, almost knocking over Y/N. Luckily, Peter had his spider senses, which automatically made the boy wrap his hand around Y/N's waist and pull her towards him to prevent the accident from happening.

There it was again. Those damn sparks that made Y/N's heart flutter.

Peter gulped at the familiar feeling.

"Guess a superhero never stops working, huh?" the girl jested, soon realizing his hand was still around her.

"I guess not..." he trailed off, seemingly looking down at her lips before flicking his eyes back on hers again. It was too quick that Y/N thought her eyes were lying to her.

There was no way he did that. - her mind tried to replay the moment while keeping itself calm.

"Do you see now why I don't like skateboards? They're out for me!" Y/N joked.

"Oh come on, they're not that bad. Some people are just reckless."

"Yeah yeah, I can't risk breaking any body parts anyway."

"I promise it's not that bad, Y/N. How about I teach you?"

The words left his mouth before Peter had thought it through. Both of them froze at his words. His eyes flickered elsewhere.

"Right..." he trailed off.

She's never dreamt of anybody like him. If she thought that Peter 1 was the one she clicked with the fastest, then Peter 3 was out of this world. They complimented each other so well. So a part of her easily understood how he had forgotten about the fact they were from different worlds. Y/N thought of how similar they are with stars to the night sky. From the perspective of others, the two seemed close. From their perspectives, they were light years away.

"Hey, under different circumstances, I would absolutely let you teach me, Peter," Y/N tugged on his arm, making him look at her.

"Now, stop being sad, we've done enough of those already, Parker. Let's go."

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Thank you for reading Part 1!

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

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[voidcat]

— for a moment, i parry

characters: gojo satoru, you

wc - genre: 4.2k & kind of slice of life + fluff, angst if you squint, gojo being the bane of your existence and all. — part 2

notes: sorcerer mc (a part of the inumaki family, any questions you have regarding their technique i can answer in detail), suggestive content at times (decided not to write it but gojo is nasty as always), gojo is one year senior of mc, implied discrimination in jujutsu world, this fic takes place a little before Shibuya Arc

a/n: I had planned this fic so long ago but it took me longer and more difficult than I imagined to write it all out. Hence some bits may feel toned out or… lacking. Again, if you have any questions I’d be more than happy to answer them and even answer to the best of my ability what else I originally planned to write and so on.

i. the night slips right out of your hands

The gentle breeze of Tokyo brushes over you as you wait by the gate. No matter how many years has passed, jujutsu high still feels as familiar as well– mostly from the never changing looks of the place no matter the heavy damage it has faced over the years, you suppose.

Glancing down at your phone, you tap your foot as you wait.

And soon the familiar gray head makes its appearance, along with three extra heads following him.

You opt to ignore the curious gazes and the bickering which turns into whispering, then bickering again, then elbowing one another as you and Toge share a hug, a ‘kelp’ leaving his mouth in greeting.

Eyes closing in an instant as you ruffle his hair, you can hear the other kids blinking at you, why they have decided to follow Toge is a mystery to you.

Yuuji, Nobara and Fushiguro watch Inumaki and the mysterious person as they exchange nods back and forth, Inumaki occasionally replying in his usual fashion. More often than not, ‘salmon’ can be heard, along with a few grunts and a noise that can only be in agreement with your silent statement.

Appearing content with his replies, you nod with eyes closed then make a set of motions with your hands. Another nod from Toge, as the kids stare.

“It seemed like sign language.” the boy with black hair speaks, face scrunched up as if he is trying to decode what it meant.

Seeing the looks on their faces, the person lets out a sigh, and brings their hands to their face; from the middle of the lips, index fingers trace outwards, like a too wide smile, then up to the eyes, drawing vertical lines above and under the eyes.

The pink haired boy’s frown only deepens, to which the person just makes a motion with their hand as if honking something around their nose, brows shot upwards, as if saying “how about now?” and open your hand to the side as if presenting something.

“Here you are!” the voice of one excited Gojo fills the air, appearing on the empty spot your hand seemed to present.

“Oh, and look who is here.” despite the words, he doesn’t sound surprised one bit.

“Clown!” the girl yells in a sudden, slamming a fist against her palm, “that’s what they were trying to explain.” 

The others nod in thoughtful hums and agreement as you and Toge seem rather pleasant they seemed to catch on.

“Wait…” the pink one seems deep in thought, “this doesn’t explain who they are though.”

Curious gazes now all diverted towards Gojo, he flashes his usual smile, slightly tilting his body to your direction and placing a hand on your shoulder– only for you to step away at the last second, avoiding him with crossed arms.

“This one here, is my dear kouhai, a relative of Inumaki Toge’s and my date for the night.” At the last claim you roll your eyes with a huff.

“Is that why they don’t talk then?” “But I don’t see the signature signs of snake eyes and fangs,” “Is their technique something similar to Inumaki’s?” the questions fill the air in an instant, to all of which, you nod, then unclasp one hand to make a ‘so-so’ motion, your expressions and body language making it a tad easier to understand you.

After yours, Gojo introduces each of the students. Nobara Kugisaki, the girl to pick up on your jab at Gojo first, Fushiguro Megumi, the infamous Zen’in kid you’ve heard of before and Itadori Yuuji, who seems most confused out of the lot of them.

As Gojo keeps talking, Toge signals that he’ll leave for now, offering a small wave at you.

Gojo makes a physical display of affection, similar to the one he attempted with you, with Fushiguro, mentioning how he was the one to raise him. For what it’s worth, he seems to have survived thus far, you can only assume he has the patience of iron.

The kids however, feel rather conflicted at how your face turns when you hear Gojo is your teacher this year– your expression that can only be interpreted as ‘pity’ and ‘offering condolences’ only dampening their moods.

Leaning towards them in a swift motion, you give them a lookover, and a pat on the shoulder, as if offering your support for the tough times they’ll have to endure.

And pull back as swiftly as you leaned in as your hand makes contact with Yuuji’s shoulder, though your motions resembling more of a cat jerking back, eyes wide open, feeling threatened.

It is only then Nobara takes notice of the cat by your feet, the animal in a state mirroring you.

Yuuji can only blink and look at all directions in confusion, only for his movements to come to a halt when he hears your fingers snap in front of Megumi, then hand pointing at Yuuji, in a motion that seems to say ‘elaborate’.

So you could tell something is different with Yuuji.

Gojo stands awfully quiet as Megumi summarizes the situation for you blunt, and a little reluctantly.

From start to end your face takes all type of reactions, specifically displeased ones when Gojo’s name is in the passing, then a concerned frown at the mention of Sukuna’s finger and it unravels from there.

As Megumi concludes that Yuuji is Sukuna’s vessel, and that he has died and returned, and that his revival was kept a secret for a while, you gape.

Then stare.

At Yuuji, then at Gojo, then gaze returning to Yuuji and back at Gojo, eyes darting back and forth as your mouth opens, only to close, whimpers of sounds barely leaving your lips, your index hanging in the air.

Maybe you’d enjoy watching tennis matches, Gojo cannot help but muse.

“I-” the sound leaves your mouth, then tilting your head down slightly, you close your eyes in slow motion as if swallowing something heavy.

“If you could excuse me for a moment. I’m afraid I need to find words that will not result in requiring …damage control.” each word leaves your mouth one by one and rather heavy.

And with it, you turn and walk away, muttering something about a swift wind, and disappear faster than a regular walking pace should get you.

Four sets of eyes on where they last coil spot you, it is Yuuji’s voice that cuts through the silence first.

“So they could talk this whole time?!” he exclaims loudly, even more confused than before.

Gojo’s demeanor about the whole exchange doesn’t seem to help one bit and Megumi decides it’s for the best to ignore the blunt sounds of hitting and a sudden yell in the distance reaching his ears.

With a chuckle, Gojo spares his students the confusion.

“Yes and no. Though their technique is something similar to Toge’s, their limitation of their speech is to further utilize their use of it. Something they’ve been working on ever since we were students. Actually you witnessed them use it just now–”

“You mean as they made their escape from you?” Nobara cuts in, one hand resting on her hip.

“Well, yes,” Gojo answers, his voice annoyed at Nobara’s words. 

“They even spoke only in quotes of songs, literature and the likes for a while, but that also had the risk of activating their technique, though not as effective as when their words are original.” an emphasis on the last word, they can hear the hints of something different in his voice, though unsure what.

As they walk, Gojo explains, that yes, it is still embedding words with cursed energy, but no, not as quick as Toge’s and its drawbacks not exactly like his either.

Lines of black scrabbled on white, the kids are met with a notepad right before their faces, it seems you’ve returned and caught up with them already.

‘It’s effectiveness depends on my mood and if the quote I’ve picked matches it or not.’ it reads on the page.

Following their eyes reaching the end of the sentence, you pull the notepad back and write something else as Gojo’s voice fills the air in the background, no one exactly paying attention to his blabber.

‘I’m here for an assignment. Only agreed to this idiot’s offer because the event happens to be the next day.’ it reads on the paper now.

“That, and you owe me a favor.” Gojo chimes in from the side with a sheepish expression, souring your face. Whatever it is he seems to be implying, you do not seem the least happy about it, nor exactly agree with his claim, but it’s too late for it already.

Drawing the notepad to you again, and scribbling on it again, you continue to ignore Gojo.

‘And I do not trust those dinosaurs when it comes to shaping our world, or my cousin’s educational life.’ 

“Aw, who knew you still had a heart?” he coos, his hands over his cheeks, only for his gesture to be followed by a punch, which is met with his infinity in an instant.

Of course he has it on at all times. So you do the next most logical thing and bring out your phone, searching through your messages.

“So how about a little observation class for today?” he says to the kids, then turns to you, “What d’you say?”

At least he has the decency to ask, even if just for display.

The kids however seem interested at the idea– or maybe they just want to get away from him for a day, you cannot blame them for it exactly.

Closing and pocketing your phone, you eye him from the side, let out an exasperated sigh and shrug and close your eyes. ‘Why not?’ your body language reads.

Eyes locked on where the morgue should be, you spot the approaching form of Shoko, quickly making your way to her.

“So we will see you the- Hey!” you can hear Gojo yell from beyond you, realizing you have already left his side.

“Don’t drink too much.” he then retorts, making you roll your eyes and flip him off without even turning as you keep walking.

Before he can get another word, a sudden guttural voice from below draws his, and the kids attention, the same cat from earlier, apparently not a stray who just took a liking to you as far as they can tell from how it vomits on Gojo’s shoe.

His whiny “I just got this pair!” is the last thing you hear as you leave the school grounds with Shoko, a giggle leaving your lips at the pout you’re sure he has on his face already.

–

The location is a renowned theater, more so in the jujutsu world, though it’s more preferred for its policy of holding more traditional plays, shows and the likes.

Since their arrival, the kids watch your every step.

Deciding to be useful for once, you assume, Gojo takes it over himself to create the curtain.

Looking over the area, you walk through the entrance, pass the hall and enter the main venue.

The stage awaits, empty and an eerie air to it, vacant seats, few stage lights lit and lifeless.

Following where your finger points, they spot a balcony area overlooking the stage.

One gesture at the balcony and another at them, the kids and Gojo take their hint and head up, watching as you look around the space, grabbing a few items they can make out to be props of sorts.

Taping your foot here and placing something down there… you go around making what they can hope to be investigation, observation or provokation. 

Whatever you were doing seems to have worked as they can feel a form of concentrated cursed energy from the distance, by the back of the stage.

The manifested curse seems to be glaring at you.

The curse starts out quick, without waiting for a moment of breath, yet you don’t seem unfazed by it.

Dodging its long distance attacks like they’re flies you're swatting,  and giving it a lookover, the attacks themselves do not seem all that powerful.

Your way of dodging catches the attention of the kids easily, looking more elegant than it should be, flowing so effortlessly, as if you are a part of the stage, performing a one-man musical.

Dashing to the side, your hand reaches out to something, bringing it over to your head.

And in an instant, music starts playing. Yuuji takes notice of the items you've placed earlier to be speakers of some sort.

Your hand above tilts off the hat you’re holding there, a greeting.

With each sound of the piano, you follow along to the rhythm, getting further away from the curse as if waiting to meet a certain requirement.

Few centimeters away from the edge of the stage, the cursed energy radiating from it accelerates and in a flash, there are duplicates spread.

With the tune rising, your feet follow in cue– dodging next and right, still looking effortless as before yet with music added to the background, it truly looks like a show.

“Isn’t it exhausting to move at such a speed and sing?” Megumi voices what the others think, your moving mouth not escaping anyone’s attention.

Gojo merely chuckles.

“Ah, that? It’s something they’ve been doing since we were students. Long enough their body has gotten adjusted to the required energy and movement style.”

“So they have an increased amount of stamina…” one of them murmurs.

“Yep!” He confirms joyfully, “Their stamina built over time should’ve gotten only better. Wonder if I could get a chance to test it out myself.”

He is only met with disgusted expressions of Kugisaki and Megumi, and yours, as Yuuji can see, his attention still focused on you.

Your mouth stops moving, only a smile residing in its place, as does the lyrics, the sound of the saxophone is loud and clear as you draw near.

Hat tossed to the side a while ago, now something else in your hand, your lips move again, your singing loud enough to fill the scene.

“Kept walking on the wide side…” Long strides for each pair of words, what once seemed like fighting, now you make it clear you were on the defensive as a ruse all along.

Swinging what you were holding, you hit the nearest duplicate with cursed energy, sending it and the cane flying.

Then in a swift motion you turn to the other, hand reached out in half a fist, index and middle finger sticking out, your forearm shoots back in an instant, fingers pointing at the ceiling as if you’ve fired a gun.

The duplicate right by the line of your hand collapses to the ground.

They barely catch something about a ‘James Bond’ from what you were saying.

Your speed only accelerates as does the fight, the momentum adjusting to you, one by one the duplicates go down, their every attempt at drawing near you only become a part of your movements.

The saxophone and the edgy sounding singing in the song returns.

Raising your hand in the air, the other in front of your torso as if holding onto the end of something, you seem to be swinging something in the air– now tossed at one duplicate before you and with a powerful yank, you tug it.

The duplicate unable to resist the tug enhanced with cursed energy vanishes.

Surely, it was a coincidence you seemed to sing something like ‘sometimes in a buffalo style’.

As the vanished one comes your direction, you dart forwards toward the next one, hands easily grabbing onto its shoulders and propping yourself up.

Legs wrapped around its head, in one twist of your body, the snap echoes through the entire stage.

Back on your feet, taking out the last one, the curse stares at you from its position in fear.

Chest heaving with each breath you take and let out, an expression they have never seen on you painted all over your features, you murmur along the last bit and hold.

The trumpet and saxophone descend like thunder in a sudden, paving the way, preparing the stage for the main act.

“It is wonderful my life,” you quickly move forward with quick arm gestures, “Please could you kiss my name?” halting for a second with your hand reaching forward, asking for a dance. 

Maybe it is the sudden shift of melody, or how quickly you’ve changed the tone of the fight, from the very start holding the ropes in your hands yet you sound different.

Voice filling the space sweetly and radiating off every surface, it sounds dreamy.

The curse does its best to stumble and try to scatter away, but to no avail, unable to escape from your grasping hands holding its, pulling it for a dance and starting to move in circles.

“Turn off light!” your voice rings loud with emphasis, and the lights go shut on command.

It was such a sweet time. 

Could you pray for me, my friend? 

It’s starting over time..

Darkness ahead but they can hear you singing, your feet moving with grace on the stage, the curse tries as it may to yelp, on the side they can hear Gojo snicker in amusement.

Taking over the night, Taking over blue time! If you heard that screaming shout in your mind! 

Is the sound of joy sourced from the song or from your singing, the kids cannot tell– all they do is to stand there and listen stunned, try squinting their eyes just to catch a glimpse of you in action.

Taking over shine, Taking over shooting star.

It ends in a blur, just as it has begun.

Just as they hear you sing the word ‘music’, the lights are back on in a flash, few stage lights pointed directly on where you are.

You stand in a bow, one hand in the air, other folded over your stomach, feet crossed, bowing for the audience, collecting the applause.

The curse that has been intervening with plays and going after actors for the past few weeks already exorcised, not a residue of its cursed energy left behind.

The song ends and all that remains is the sound of Gojo’s clapping hands as you straighten and walk off the stage.

—

The chill of the night air bites into your skin.

Nothing screams drawing attention to yourself like arriving late to an event attended by all the important families and faces of the jujutsu world.

Except… maybe showing up in a suit and button down shirt, when everyone else dons a traditional wear of some sort.

And add being the plus one of the one and only Gojo Satoru to the mix… you’ll consider yourself lucky if you survive the night sober, sane or without any charges of assault or murder– or all of the above.

When you sit down by Gojo, all you receive is side glances from few, and a scrunched up nose from none other than Naoya Zenin himself– not visible, but it is there alright.

As boring and soul sucking as Gojo had said and tedious as you had feared, the night refuses to pass.

Men drink their sake, the food still nowhere in sight and when will the fake pleasantries come to a stop, stop pretending, each one of you hates at least half the heads in this room, everybody knows you’d jump at that man’s throat in a heartbeat, were there not any consequences awaiting you after his final brea–

A snap of fingers right in front of you cuts through you.

“Ah, there they are!” Gojo exclaims giddily, the look of curiosity and wide eyes open a moment ago now vanished.

And just as expected, the night passes in a dullness– save for the few jabs at you, your choice of work methods and whatnot.

Glass after glass going down, some faces start to appear more tempting than ever, begging to be punched.

The rumors of Naoya Zenin’s most recent unfortunate meeting with yet another woman did not go missing from the ears of many. That poor woman– those poor women, you cannot help, having to sit in a room with such a man for who knows how long, endure his enormous ego– probably the only big thing to him– the thought makes you chuckle as you reach for your glass.

“I see the rumors of a crippling mental state were correct. Wouldn’t expect anything less from a family keeping ties with those who cannot even see curses.”

“Bold words coming from a man who cannot even court possible marriage candidates without the power he holds, threats and ultimatums.”

You can picture Zenin squinting his eyes at you in distaste, offense and surprise. And maybe a hint of more, you cannot help but wonder if what lies under all his toxicity can be brought to an end one by one if someone were to just put him in his place– if all of this is just one sick defense mechanism.

You decide to keep this interaction in your head. It won’t do anyone any favors to pick up a squabble with him.

The glass already touching your lips, you down the remains of it and look for the waiter to order a new bottle– all the while Gojo watches you with an amused smile.

Moving your hand, palm facing down, you give him a reply: ‘so-so’

Deciding to take a sip instead of a shot every time you muster up another possible interaction you could have going on at this table was a good idea, the stakes of suffering from alcohol poisoning too high for the former.

You hear the voice of Zenin in the background however, not paying much attention to him when Gojo looks at you like he is telling you something in silence, drawing circles against your calf with a hand, away from prying eyes.

When the squealing of the man becomes unbearable however, you grumble under your breath “Uno, track #4” and take the bottle from the waiter’s hands before he can ever pour it for you.

Sudden loss of contact, you can see from your side view Gojo seems to look up what you’ve said, and barks into laughter, drawing everyone else’s attention on the two of you– all the while uncaring and shedding off a fake tear.

Fake tears, fake smiles, fake acts of courtesy and diplomacy, all folded up, wrapped in the shape of peace and harmony.

Nothing that has occurred thus far is worth taking note, and you doubt it’ll change any time soon. Getting up from your place without a word abruptly, and drawing everyone’s attention on you in the process, again, you make leave for the door you know will lead to a small garden area.

You don’t think Gojo requires even an explanation, for all his foolery and the clown mask he likes to wear so much, he often knows what is happening– and much to your chargin, he knows how to read you, though you’d never admit this.

Still, you make a quick gesture of bringing your fingers to your lips and you know before you even exit that he will be following soon enough, and within a breath’s moment, one of you will have the other pinned against a wall, hands roaming like it’s your last day on earth together, like this is now or never, and he would be damned if he missed this opportunity of his lifetime’s.

In a blink, your vision is clouded by Gojo, as do your senses. Gojo Satoru in your field of vision, Gojo Satoru on your skin, underneath your skin, Satoru on your tongue, Satoru' breath by your ear, his lips by your neck, hands all over your being–

And with a snap of fingers, the two of you stumbling at his place, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed.

Satoru, Satoru and only Satoru, he worms his way back to your senses like all those years ago, refusing to let go, never ceasing to tail you, hover near you, desperate to even brush hands with you– though he makes sure this side of him never shows. He is Gojo Satoru after all, he has a reputation to maintain.

Morning comes with a serenity familiar to neither of you, though it's not unwelcome. Every rarity is an opportunity to be cherished, a moment to be savored, and still he finds a way to make it gross somehow, or ridiculous at the very least. This is Gojo after all, he cannot get too real, too sincere, too open. 

Arms locking you in place and whispering to your ear all his dirty reasons for you to stay the morning, as well as the mornings to come. He no longer counts all the perks of living in Tokyo, already used to your scoffs.

It feels odd, abnormal–, it feels too honest, perhaps that's where the issue lies. Both of you uncharacteristically sincere, no masks, no pretending, no false actions as a defense mechanism. A parting gift, almost.

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gn reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you

[sta7z]

“Meanie!” Nancy x Little!Reader (featuring the fruity four)

Warnings ig?: Y/N being a menace to society. Nancy being strict. Fruity four 🤩🤩 mentions of time out and spankings. Uhhh homosexuals.

🦋:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ Butterfly :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ🦋

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・． ｡･ﾟﾟ･　　 ･ﾟﾟ･｡. Meanie >:[.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

It was just You, Robin, and Eddie. The three of you were watching the Care Bears, Eddie fell asleep and Robin was halfway passed out. You decided to grab the remote and change the channel. Killer Klowns From Outer Space was on! Yes! Nancy and Steve both agreed on no horror movies when you’re little, but you had seen this one before. You knew it was nothing but animatronics and special effects.

You continued watching the movie, in absolute awe and terror. You watched as one of the clowns put on a puppet show, and then… ZAP! You squealed as the man was wrapped in a cocoon of cotton candy. Eddie and Robin stayed fast asleep on the couch. You decided you wanted to make a drawing, you grabbed your crayons and started rummaging around for paper. Until the idea struck you! There was this boring wall in the corner, in your least favorite color, a nice drawing would look great there!

The movie continued on as you scribbled away on your newly found canvas. You heard keys jingling in the door, you hurried up and put your stuffed animals, that were once sprawled along the floor, lined up the against the wall. Nancy walked in along with Steve. “Hey baby!! Can you come help us put up the-“ The high pitched laughter of the Killer Klowns was really really loud. You rushed to change the channel but by then Nancy was behind you. Crossing her arms and tapping her foot. “What is this?” Nancy asked, her tone stern. “I- I um. It’s just… Eddie an Robin said I could wach its!” You whined pointing at the two who were somehow still asleep.

Nancy shook her head. “Butterfly, just tell the truth and you’ll be in a lot less trouble.” You looked down at your feet and shrugged. Steve came into the room and huffed, “Thanks soooo much for the help with the groceries guys, so much teamwork!” He sat down next to Eddie and gave him a gentle kiss on the head. He tilted his head at my anxious expression “what’s the matter little bear?” Nancy turned to him and said “Someone here is watching a horror movie, which is against the rules, and is trying to blame the sleeping beauties.” Steve took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, “Teddy Bear, tell the truth. I doubt either of us wants to deal with Nancy’s fussing all day long.”

You opened your mouth to explain until Nancy turned her head to the pile of stuffed animals in front of the wall. And your crayons stuffed into the box sitting on the floor beside them. “W-wait d-don’t wook! Mama don’t wook!” You tugged on her sleeve. Nancy sighed and moved the stuffed animals out of the way, she saw your drawing and took a deep breath. “Y/N,” god. Your name. Shivers went down your spine. “You’re going to clean all of this up do you understand me? And if it doesn’t scrub out you’re repainting the entire wall” Tears started welling up in your eyes “Nuh,uh I don’t want any of that, you know not to draw on the walls. Me and Steve just got you new coloring books and sketchbooks. We told you we would before we went to the store!” Nancy scolded. You looked down at the ground and mumbled a “Yes mama”.

Nancy went upstairs, as Steve scolded Eddie and Robin for falling asleep while watching you and filled them in on what happened. “Jeez, she really wouldn’t make them paint the whole wall… right?” Robin murmured. “With how upset she is, probably.” Eddie interjected. “Shouldn’t we go help? I feel kinda bad… we were supposed to be watching her.” Robin said getting up, Steve pushed her back down and said “I want too aswell but you know how serious Nancy is about punishments-“ The three shuddered, “yeah-“

You finished wiping away the rest of the crayon marks off the wall “M-mommy I done.” Steve came over the inspect the wall. “Good job teddy bear! I’ll go get mama okay?” You hesitated for a moment then nodded. Nancy walked over to you and gave you a big hug, “you know I love you right?” You nodded. “I still need to punish you, you know that Butterfly.” “B-but I cweened up!” Nancy gave you a loving look “I know but not only did you watch a big girl movie without permission you also lied about it. Twice.”

“You’re lucky you were able to get your drawing off the wall, if not you’d be over my lap right now.” Robin chuckled from the side of the room, earning a ‘You’re next’ look from Nancy. “Now as for your punishment, you’re going to write ‘I will follow the rules’ and ‘I will not lie’ on a peice of paper 20 times each.” You stomped your foot and whined “No mama! Not lines! I learned my wesson, I be good!” Nancy tilted her head and cupped your cheeks. “I know butterfly, but I, well, Steve has been letting you off the hook a lot lately. So you do your lines and no more TV for a week.” You pouted and mumbled “you’re mean…” under your breath. “Do you want a time out too?” Shocked that Nancy heard you, you uttered an apology and grabbed your pencil and paper to start writing.

A/N WHY WAS THIS SO LONG???? I wrote this while procrastinating on homework so there are probs so many Grammatical errors-

#nancy wheeler #nancy x little reader #fruity four #mom steve #isaiah’s idiocy #fruity 4 #nancy x reader #stranger things x reader #Age re

[amplifyme]

From Simonetta by Nan Dibble:

On a hunch, she wandered out to see if the spook had started his goddam picture yet. And banged into the church rail, that hadn't been there yesterday. And then, once she was past that, stubbed her toe on what she made out, after a second, as a large, thick book, lying open on the living room rug. Three or four other books were spaced out in front of the couch. One had a sheet of paper on top. Not quite bright enough to read; but enough to recognize the handwriting as Vincent's.

She took the note back into the kitchen and left it on the island she didn't quite bump into, while putting together the makings of a pot of coffee. Then, wincing in anticipation, she flicked on the overhead fluorescent and waited with shut eyes for the light to become tolerable. Like a hangover, she thought, with no fun, even, to look back on. It didn't seem fair.

Leaning on the island, she read the note.

Once I read several books whose subject was unwelcome to me because you felt it important enough to insist. And despite my distaste, I learned much and gained insight. Now I ask the same of you. Consider, with all your formidable objectivity, the pages I have flagged. Can you say, in simple honesty, that you see no resemblance? And then ask yourself whether all these great artists can have been so mistaken, so blind, and all the generations since them, to choose such models to exercise their genius upon. If my insistence is unwelcome and an intrusion upon private matters, my excuse is that it hurts me to know you have been persuaded of such a cruel delusion about yourself. Not merely because I love you, although I do, but in honor of the truth, I wish you to find yourself as beautiful as you deserve and as you are. We shall talk of this.

—V.

“Dammit,” Diana muttered, wearily slumping, dropping her fragile forehead onto her arms. Then she mouthed soundlessly, We shall talk of this, and made a snarling, defiant face.

But fair was fair: he had read the damn Abnormal Psych books (and blown up at her afterward), so she guessed she had to do the assignment, with the option of throwing them at him when she was done. She lugged the thick books by twos out to the island and studied them standing, drinking coffee, trying to be objective, as he'd asked.

All the books had PROPERTY OF THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY stamped in them, and little manila sleeves and cards that showed they hadn't been checked out anything like legally. Turning pages, dutifully going from flag to flag, she wondered if she should turn him in for that, or warn the big, lion guarded book mausoleum on 5th Avenue that they had something a lot larger than mice coming and going in their basement...

The paintings in the first book were centuries old: Michelangelo, a seated and rather muscular sibyl from the Sistine Chapel ceiling, shoulders on her like a fullback; a painting called “The Madonna of the Rocks”; Botticelli, “The Birth of Venus,” in which a woman coyly clutching the crucial areas was being served up, standing, on the half shell; another with two people, a man and a woman, sprawled rather dissolutely across a broad rectangle, attended by fat flying babies.

The flag on that one had a note on it:

Her name was Simonetta Vespucci, and she was one of Botticelli's favorite models; Kristopher contends Botticelli also was in love with her, although she loved another. Historical sources are too scanty to prove or disprove this. Kristopher, however, is in no doubt. He is not inclined to doubt at any time. It is your resemblance to Simonetta which chiefly has made him determined to attempt your likeness. As you have already found, he is not easily discouraged. Nor is he in the habit of becoming fascinated by giraffes, metal mouths, clowns, or anything more bizarre than myself, concerning which I leave you free to draw your own conclusions.

#beauty and the beast 1987 #vincent & diana #simonetta #acquainted with the night 2 #fanfic #nan dibble #diana bennett #jo anderson #simonetta vespucci #sandro botticelli #kristopher gentian #amp tries and mostly fails to produce a decent image #i'm a writer not a creator of fan art #i'll get this out of my system eventually #although it's been 33 years since this zine series was first published #so maybe not?

[belligerentbagel]

if you’ve been waiting for falling in love,  babe you don’t have to wait on me

#there are two clowns sitting on my shoulders. one clown yells GO DRAW SOMETHING ELSE. PLEASE. VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE #the other clown says but neurotransmitter synthesis machine broke and this is FREE ENDORPHINS #there is a third smaller clown. this clown says nothing but continues mainlining joji #widojest #critical role #draws #jester lavorre #caleb widogast #today i decided to be pretentious because; like any reasonable person; i have chiffon scraps and fake flowers on easily-accessed shelves #the hilarious backstory here is that i had to photoshop around the edges of the flower stems to make them look NOT photoshopped #because there was some extruded plastic creating a weird halo-y effect that looked as if the flowers had been cut-and-pasted into the image #all three clowns turn to look at me. 'draw them with their eyes open you coward' NO

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 306: the beginning of the WHAT

Previously on BnHA: Nana and the Gang were all, “hey Deku, we can read your thoughts and feelings so we should already know the answer to this, but for some reason we want to quiz you on whether or not you’d be down to kill Shigaraki Tomura.” Deku was all, “um okay, well tbh, probably not seeing as Saving People has been my entire thing since literally the start of the series.” The Vestiges were all, “yes that makes perfect sense and again we already knew that, but well, good for you buddy and I’m glad we had this talk. Anyway I guess we should ask these two cryptic fuckers in the corner to finally turn around now before we run out of -- ” and then the chapter ended. Because OF COURSE IT DID.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, WOULDN’T IT BE SO MUCH BETTER IF I GAVE YOU A CONFUSING CHAPTER WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY LEARNS ABOUT OFA, AND GOES BACK TO THE DORMS, AND THEN THE CHAPTER ENDS WITH DEPRESSED NOMAD DEKU STANDING ON A PRECIPICE WITH GRAN TORINO’S TATTERED CAPE FLOWING IN THE WIND.” Everyone is all, “???????????” Horikoshi is all, “also the parents are moving to the U.A. campus, and Jeanist’s neck is two and a half feet long, for everyone that was wondering.” Everyone is all, “WHERE ARE KACCHAN AND TODOROKI AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHO ARE THE SECOND AND THIRD USERS”, and Horikoshi is all, “:)” and fades away into nothingness like the fucking fae he is. Like a fucking imp who’s kept his end of the cursed bargain. What, the, fuck.

okay guys, so after the longest Thursday of my fucking life, during which I was secretly hoping that my spoiler containment net would be somehow be breached, inadvertently exposing me to theta spoiler radiation, so that I could be all “oh no... spoilers... there’s nothing I can do... I have no choice but to look” (which sadly did not happen), it is finally Friday and the chapter is finally out. so I’ve got my clown kit at the ready and other self-deprecating memes on standby, and I’m ready to go. and I should note that I’m also ready for Horikoshi to pull some absolute bullshit and be like, “oh you know what, we haven’t checked in with Rat Principal in a while have we” and spend the entire chapter on nonsense like that. I’M READY FOR FUCKING ANYTHING so bring it

(ETA: it would be nice if this man wouldn’t call my bluff every now and again.)

oh, right, we were due a color page! wow look at this

isn’t this supposed to be the future?? what’s with all of these staticky CRT TVs

anyway, so! is this the first time we’ve seen Tomura’s stylish finger prosthetic glove thingy in color?? because I didn’t expect it to be red. also, at some point you just have to give in and change your pants into cutoffs or something, Tomura. start a new trend of stylish villain capris

meanwhile Deku is dressed like he’s going on a journey into the desert to find a mystical oasis. actually this cape looks a lot like Gran Torino’s. I have to go back and see if Gran’s is all raggedy like this

(ETA: it wasn’t before but APPARENTLY IT IS NOW. I also forgot that Horikoshi had showed it sitting on a side table in the hospital a few chapters ago.)

lastly, AFO looks like someone’s thumb after they’ve been washing dishes for twenty minutes. you are just the ugliest dude in history, and as always, fuck you

HAHAHA SOB I KNEW IT

oh, Twowy McTwoface is finally starting to turn around? better CUT BACK TO DEKU’S HOSPITAL ROOM THEN. wouldn’t want to accidentally ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS or SOLVE ANY MYSTERIES, god forbid

well, whatever. whatever!! anyway so now someone’s knocking at the door. I say “someone” but we all know it’s Hawks

yep

they were actually standing outside the door for a while hoping they’d overhear another juicy plot conversation, but no such luck this time

lmaooo Jeanist wtf

acting all embarrassed, but you’re really just as curious as Hawks is. making him do all the dirty work for you huh

ARE YOU SERIOUS THIS IS AN INJUSTICE

so like two seconds after Katsuki gets dragged away you open the door for the rest of them!! well, fine!! I really want it to be a more private/personal moment between the two of them anyway so let the other kids check in on Deku first then

and in the meantime, time to see Hawks put the thumbscrews to All Might’s resolve lol

I wonder how much of it Hawks has already put together in the last five minutes. One for All is something connected to All for One that Tomura seems to want. Tomura was apparently targeting Deku. that’s more than enough to make a few deductions right there. I wonder how much Hawks knows about Deku’s quirk. he did watch the sports festival, and he ran into the kids interning under Endeavor that one time

okay well maybe he hasn’t put the rest of it together just yet, but Hawks is making a pretty reasonable pitch here to All Might

also this is a pretty spectacular view. is this a hospital or a hotel??

AHLKJLKJLKJ ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TELL THEM

OH MY GOD HE IS?!?!

JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED, THE NEXT TWO PEOPLE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT OFA ARE GOING TO BE HAWKS, AND BEST FUCKING JEANIST

-- LFKLKKLDK ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. ARE YOU --

( •̀_•́ )

[sitting cross-legged on the ground pulling up little clumps of grass and letting them fall from my fingers one by one] yeah. sure. okay. fine. sure

-- OKAY, NO. NUH-UH. NO

everybody better hold tight cuz I’m about to pick up this whole chapter and yeet it into the ocean like a fucking frisbee lol

HORIKOSHI I DON’T CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE SITTING HERE WATCHING TV WTF

-- OH

well okay then. proceed. though lord help me if they’re about to reveal the secret of OFA to the whole fucking world skdkj

oh snap

well, there it is. pretty much what I expected, but it’s good to actually get to see this moment with him taking responsibility

though at the same time, thank you Horikoshi for not forcing us to sit through the rest of that

their fucking faces omg. okay but seriously, what nation doesn’t secretly love a good scandal

the Endeavor Pamphlets, part two. thank you for giving the country something to opine about on twitter in these trying times, Enji

so now they’re asking about Hawks and Jeanist but I cannot even focus on anything all of a sudden because what?!

is Jeanist even a real actual human being you guys?! are we sure he’s not three kids sitting on each other’s shoulders?? are you related to that one guy with the really long neck from the Jedi Council?? are you Orochimaru, bro??

so now Hawks is apologizing for the murder of Twice, and for hiding the connection with his dad

the fact that he has to give this serious formal apology and beg forgiveness for the shameful crime of Having An Abusive Father is really something else, though. just. it’s realistic, but I still hate it

moving on now to the one thing he actually does owe the public an explanation for

not to go all “Hawks did nothing wrong” on you guys yet again, but seriously. 100% facts. fandom can (and no doubt will) debate this until the end of time, but if Twice had gotten away they wouldn’t be having this press conference right now because there wouldn’t be any heroes left to give one. anyways though, I’ve already said more than enough about that in previous posts

so now some severe-looking lady with the weirdest fingers I’ve ever seen is saying that her mother was injured during Machia’s rampage

and she’s basically all “a fuck lot of good ‘I’m sorry’ does us all about now.” true true

wow she’s really getting fired up

and now Enji is basically saying that he understands that an apology isn’t enough, and what they really need now are solutions. okay, well! SO THEN WHAT IS THE PLAN THEN

hmmfsdgh

this eloquent PEZ dispenser makes a good point you guys

wait, hold up

CERTAIN citizens?? um excuse me, what??

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit

holy shit. well, this will go over well

okay! so this tells me a number of things, though

basically the minute that Hawks learned about One for All, he realized that anyone connected to Deku (e.g. Inko) would be a target for AFO. AFO wants OFA, meaning AFO wants Deku, and one of the easiest ways to get to Deku would be to target his family

Hawks therefore realized that Inko needed to be placed into protective custody

but the fact that ALL of the hero course students’ families (and is it only the U.A. hero course, or all of the hero course students across the country?) are being given protection tells me that Hawks and co. don’t want to single Deku out as being important. so then it looks like they’re not going to tell everyone about OFA (or at least not the public. which, good). so rather than drawing suspicion by saying “we’ve got to protect everyone connected with this one kid”, they’re making it seem like all the U.A. kids’ families are getting this treatment

but since the heroes are now spread so thin, they can’t just send a protective detail to each and every family, so they’re bringing all of the families to the same place instead to better keep an eye on them

so that’s all well and good, and a very smart move. except that idk how all of this is going to go over with the general public, all of whom are probably feeling unsafe at the moment, and who will probably see this as preferential treatment -- basically just the heroes looking after their own and leaving everyone else to fend for themselves

(ETA: okay so @hanashimas​’ translation clarifies that U.A. is offering their services as an evacuation shelter for everyone who wants it, not just the families of the U.A. students. that’s much more appropriate so I withdraw my previous “wtf” reaction lol.)

anyway though here’s Mitsuki and Inko

can we take this as confirmation that the two of them really are friends? that’s one piece of fanon that I’ve always hoped was true, so I’m gonna go ahead and say it’s confirmed

(ETA: also this means that Hagakure’s parents (or maybe “parents” in quotation marks) will supposedly be moving in as well. sure am curious as to how that’s going to go.)

now someone in the press crowd is asking whether U.A. can provide adequate security, which is honestly the LAST thing I expected these people would be outraged about lol. shows what I know I guess

(ETA: again though, this makes sense if the “certain civilians” thing was just a translation error.)

LMAO DAMMIT ENJI

YOU CAN’T JUST ALWAYS PULL THE “JUST WATCH ME” TRICK AND EXPECT IT TO SHUT DOWN THE CONVERSATION EVERY DAMN TIME YOU ASSHOLE

-- OH MY GOD RED ALERT

TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BECAUSE OMG

WASH CAN’T BELIEVE HIS FAMILY GROUP CHAT IS STILL SENDING HIM FUCKING MEMES AT A TIME LIKE THIS. HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK IF THE DABI DANCE IS TRENDING ON TIKTOK, MOM!!

FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT MT. LADY WAS HOLDING MIDNIGHT’S TORN-UP MASK, AND BY THE TIME I REALIZED THAT’S ACTUALLY HER MASK AND NOT MIDNIGHT’S, I HAD ALREADY CONSTRUCTED AN ELABORATE HEADCANON IN WHICH MT. LADY AND MIDNIGHT WERE SECRETLY DATING BUT HADN’T COME OUT TO ANYONE YET, AND THEN TRAGEDY STRUCK, AND NOW MT. LADY IS GETTING READY TO SET OUT TO SEEK VENGEANCE. AND WELL, NOW THAT THIS HEADCANON EXISTS IN THE WORLD, I’M NOT SURE IF I’M READY TO GET RID OF IT

MIRKO HAS GOTTEN HERSELF A PROSTHETIC (ROBOT??!) ARM, NOTHING ELSE THAT’S HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER IS EVEN SLIGHTLY IMPORTANT!!! HELLO!!!!!

AIZAWA WITH THE EYEPATCH GOOD LORD. THE WORLD ISN’T READY. HE LOOKS LIKE HE HASN’T SLEPT IN NINETY-EIGHT YEARS, BUT SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT INTO THE HOTTEST THING EVER AS PER USUAL

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING GUY. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW HIM? IS THIS KAMUI?? WAS THAT THING WHICH I ALWAYS ASSUMED WAS HIS HAIR ACTUALLY A HELMET OR SOMETHING WHAT

LOL AND MEANWHILE

you tell me, Dabi! weren’t you the one who said that wouldn’t be enough to kill him? what even is your endgame here. I’m starting to worry about the villain brain cell supply you guys. I feel like Compress took most of them with him when he left

OH??

“when asked about One for All, Endeavor fucking lied through his teeth.” well, well, well

SLKDFJLSKGDJLKLKGJL THE DORMS

( ⁰ ⌂ ⁰ )

SLDKJFLKJWLKJLK

WLKDJSLKJFWKELKSDJLKHGLK

HDSMFLKGKL:GDSELK

OCHAKO’S HAND IS SHAKING OH MY GOD

THERE’S YOUR KAMINARI, EVERYONE!!

RHA’S SCANLATION TEAM REALLY THREW DEKU’S HANDWRITING UNDER THE BUS HERE HUH

HE TOLD EVERYONE!?

WHY THE FUCK IS HE WRITING IT AS A LETTER

(ETA: 9. also if he really wrote every kid in his class then that means the U.A. traitor -- or Hagakure as we like to call her around these parts -- also knows about OFA, and knows that Deku has run the fuck off and isn’t at U.A. anymore. so that’s just great!)

OH HELL NO

the hell does that mean, you must leave. leave to go where. son you are not up and leaving to go power up and lead us all into a timeskip. and I swear to GOD, if you left Kacchan too...!!

MY GOD I CAN’T PROPERLY ABSORB ALL OF THESE OCHAKO FEELS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M TOO TERRIFIED TO SCROLL TO THE LAST FUCKING PAGE, FUCK

I JUST GOTTA DO IT. I JUST GOTTA SUCK IT UP AND DO IT. FUCK

FUCK

WHAT. THE. FUCK

y’all I’m not even gonna waste your time with more keysmashing, JUST ASSUME THAT I AM DOING IT NONSTOP, FOREVER. and let’s just jump RIGHT IN HERE

okay so here I thought that All Might and co. had taken him away somewhere to train, but that is CLEARLY not what’s going on here. this kid is standing here in his Apocalypse Aesthetic hero costume which has CLEARLY seen better days, with Gran Torino’s cloak (GUESS THAT EXPLAINS THAT, THEN?? SO DID GRAN FUCKING DIE EXCUSE ME WTF), and a fucking backpack. this little green idiot has RUN AWAY FROM HOME. this is the absolute LAST THING ON EARTH I ever expected to happen so PARDON ME WHILE I SCREAM CONFUSEDLY INTO THE VOID

he does not look okay. you guys he doesn’t look okay at ALL. he has NEVER looked like this. this isn’t just a “I’m sad because I’m leaving all my friends behind” kind of look on his face, or even just a “Gran Torino died maybe and I’m still having emotions over it” look. this is an EXHAUSTED, dead look in his eyes. something terrible has happened

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARMS DEKU. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING DOWN WITH YOUR ARMS GODDAMMIT

love how this random building is just straight up collapsing, like that’s just a normal thing that happens every day now. lovely

APRIL MEANS IT’S NOW FULL ON SCHEDULED ALL-MIGHT-DYING-HOURS, BUT LET’S COMPLETELY IGNORE THAT THOUGH BECAUSE FUCK THAT NOISE

“THE SECOND USER? WHO KNOWS? CERTAINLY NOT ME” HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD

“BAKUGOU? NEVER HEARD OF HIM!” HORIKOSHI PLEASE

WHERE. IS. KACCHAN

did he go with Deku?? did he get a chance to talk to him before he left?? did he get his own private letter which he read and then promptly blew up in a fit of panicked rage?? is he going to go after him?? DOES HORIKOSHI KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING TO ME RIGHT NOW?? OF COURSE HE DOES, DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING THAT

omg. though actually the fact that we’ve already jumped a few weeks forward makes me hopeful that there won’t actually be another timeskip, or at least not much of one. I’m sure that’ll be the big debate of the week, but I don’t think we can jump too far forward here. for starters because of that All Might prophecy I mentioned. and also because TomurAFO isn’t just going to wait around for months. and also because I’m 100% sure that Deku’s running-away backpack is just filled ENTIRELY WITH NOTEBOOKS and this asshole cannot possibly survive more than 3 days on his own. UNLESS SOMEONE COMES TO HELP HIM THAT IS. OR SOMEONES, EVEN. OMG. omg omg omg. fuck this chapter lmao

#bnha 306 #midoriya izuku #hawks (bnha) #takami keigo #endeavor #todoroki enji #best jeanist #all might #uraraka ochako #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[the-iceni-bitch]

Killing Floor

Pairing: dark!Mr. Freezy x dark!fem!Reader

Words: 4389

Summary: You run into Robert Pronge one night and end up tangled in a scheme together.

Warnings: DARK so, so dark, please do not read if these type of fics upset you! non-con (erring on the safe side), dub-con (for sure), very graphic violence (m to f and f to m), death, gore, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, hate-fucking, cavalier use of a handgun), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: My first dark fic! It got away from me for sure but I enjoyed it. Please, please be mindful of the content you are consuming though, this could very easily be upsetting! Because of this, I’m only gonna tag my fellow Freezy hoes here, as I haven’t updated my taglist doc to include dark!Fics.

Check out my masterlist and join my taglist if you want!

You eyed the Mr. Freezy truck warily as you carried your garbage to the dumpster behind your apartment building. This was the third time this week you had seen it outside your place, and it was setting you on edge. There were hardly any kids in your neighborhood, so you didn’t know why it was hanging out here.

You cursed under your breath as the truck moved to the mouth of the alley, blocking your exit. You pressed your back to the wall behind the dumpster, right as a man exited into the alleyway from the bar underneath your place to smoke a cigarette.

A massive man in a white uniform stepped out of the back of the ice cream truck and walked towards the smoker, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves as he made his approach. He asked him for a cigarette before pulling a silenced pistol out of his jacket and shooting his target three times in the chest.

You schooled your breathing as you watched him drag the body to the back of his truck, trying to remain as still as possible. He stormed back into the alley to search for the shell casings, turning his back to you as he collected them.

Your legs were starting to cramp from your crouched position, and as hard as you were trying to stay still, it was getting difficult. You tried shifting your foot, but your ankle rolled in your heels and you let out a hiss. The killer straightened up suddenly at the sound, cocking his head as he turned toward you with a sneer on his face.

“Is that a little kitty I hear?” He jeered as he walked toward you, his voice thick with a Boston accent.

You stood up from your hiding place, preparing to make a run for it. He saw you tense up and lunged at you, wrapping a massive hand around your throat and pinning you against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs and cracking your skull against the bricks.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I can’t let you go just yet.” He pressed his body against yours to pin you, his other hand brushing his stringy hair from in front of his glasses. “You have got horrible timing. To think I almost got out of here without getting a look at you, kitten.”

You just glared him as he moved his hand down from your throat to dip inside your blouse, grinning as he pawed at you as he buried his face in your shoulder, grinding his crotch into you.

“Think I’m gonna have a little fun with you before I let you go. You’re being so good and quiet.” He panted against your neck. Suddenly he stilled and drew his face up to look you in the eyes. “Why haven’t you called for help?”

He had relaxed just enough to allow you to move and you drove your knee between his legs at the same time you shoved your hand into his jacket and drew out his pistol, whipping it across his face and sending him sprawling.

“You cunt!” He spat, bloody spittle flying from the corners of his mouth as he moved to charge you again, stopping short when you pressed his gun to his temple. “Oh, you stupid little bitch.”

“I’m the stupid bitch?” You growled at him. “You wanna tell me what the fuck a Gambino hitman is doing so far outside of their territory?”

“Shit.” He hissed between his teeth as he eyed you warily. “You’re with the Genoveses?”

“That’s right.” You said, drawing back the hammer on the pistol. “Now answer my question.”

“Alright, alright!” He raised his hands in supplication, showing you his palms. “Fella in my truck has a father who owes Marks a good chunk of change, and y’know, he needed a little incentive to pay off his debt.”

“Marks gave you the ok to take out this hit? The mans getting bold.” You snorted, releasing the hammer as you pulled the gun back. “Lucky for you, I feel like leaving this to the bosses to figure out. Get the fuck out of here.” He stood up warily and reached for his gun, which you pulled back with a tut. “No, I’m gonna hold onto this for now. Maybe I’ll give it back later.”

Mr. Freezy growled as he brushed off his uniform and stalked back to his truck, grumbling under his breath the whole time. You just winked at him as he drove away, heading back up to your apartment to call this in.

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  You saw him again 2 weeks later at a sit-down. Marks came to make amends to your boss for overstepping, hoping to find someway show his remorse for sending his man into the Family’s territory without permission. You were perched on a stool in the back of the room when the two men entered, and a small smirk teased your lips.

Lombardo liked bringing you to meetings as a distraction. Most of his comrades assumed you were there for eye candy, just the latest piece of tail the boss was wetting his dick in, too stupid to care about. But the real reason he kept you around was for protection. He loved the look of surprise that came over his enemies’ faces when you pulled out your garrot.

“Great to see you Leo!” Lombardo said warmly, moving to give the man a kiss on each cheek before sinking into his chair, gesturing for Marks to join him. “Y/N, grab us some wine sweetheart. Does your man want any?”

“No, I don’t like my men drinking while they work.”

You moved to open the wine when a massive palm wrapped around your upper arm.

“This is the bitch I told you about, boss.” The killer seethed as he wrenched you around viciously.

“The fuck are you doing, Pronge?” Marks hissed, giving you a chance to grab the corkscrew and press it to Robert’s throat. “Benny, I apologize for my man’s behavior, he’s been foaming at the mouth about some broad getting the best of him and it’s made him a little erratic.”

Lombardo just laughed as Pronge released you with a duck of his head. You kept the corkscrew where it was, watching a thin trickle of blood run down his neck.

“Let him go, Y/N.” He said with a wave of his hand, and you moved to open the wine, pouring two glasses and bringing them over to the seated men. “My girl has a tendency to elicit that type of reaction. It’s one of the reasons I keep her around!” He gave you a pat on the ass as you headed back to your stool, your eyes trained on Robert Pronge.

He was glowering at you maliciously as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and his forearms flexing as he clenched his fists. You heard him growl from deep in his chest when you gave him a conspiratorial wink.

“You see my problem Leo, we can’t have Gambinos moving through our territory with impunity, as much as we can sympathize with the need to collect a debt. Fortunately for you, the boss is still soft on you fellas, so we’ve come up with a solution I think will work for everyone.”

“Ah, Benny, I can’t tell you how happy that makes me! Of course, whatever you need.”

“Excellent! We’ve got a little problem with one of Big Mike’s nephews. The kids an idiot and has been making some waves that are making it increasingly difficult to manage our operations, I’m sure you know the type.”

“There’s one in every family.” Marks said with a shake of his head.

“That there is. Anyways, Funzi wants us to deal with the kid under the radar. I’d normally send in Y/N on her own to take care of it, but as great as she is, the kid is surrounded by morons all the time. We also have a disposal problem. Funzi wants to make it seem like the kid ran off with some bitch, hopefully avoid a war, and we’ve heard that your man Pronge here is a disposal expert.”

“Oh, fuck no!” Pronge exclaimed. “I’m not working with this cunt!”

“You’ll do what I order you to do, or I’ll fucking end you, now shut the fuck up!” Marks roared at Robert, making him wince as he leaned back against the wall. “He’ll do it.”

“Glad to hear it.” Benny murmured, his nostrils flaring in anger as he gave you the signal to relax. “Let’s drink to our friendship while we let these two hash out the details.”

You stood up from your stool with a deep sigh as you moved towards your new partner. The man looked like he wanted to murder you, and you just gave him a wicked grin. He seemed to relax as you went over the plan with him, not really offering any notes, just grunting in acknowledgement as his eyes roamed over your body. You managed to come to a grudging agreement and made plans to meet in two days to carry everything out.

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  You had been waiting outside the club for 10 minutes when Pronge finally parked his sedan across the street. He leered as he walked towards you, eyes drinking you in. You looked extremely different than the last time he saw you, relaxed in a flowing dress that stopped mid-thigh and plunged almost all the way down to your navel.

“You always dress like a whore on the job?” He grumbled as the two of you headed to the entrance.

“Sure. You always dress like a clown?” You asked, wincing at the painful pattern on his shirt.

“Fucking bitch.” He muttered under his breath, not quite low enough that you couldn’t hear him.

“That’s right.” You said, your eyes roaming around the club as you looked for your man. “There he is.”

There was a group of young men in a booth at the back. The leader bent to snort a line of coke off the table before screaming for more drinks.

“What a fucking moron.” Pronge said from directly behind you. You could feel the suffocating heat of his body against your back as you stretched your neck. You sensed his eyes boring into you, searing over your bare flesh.

“Wait for my signal.” You muttered as you moved towards the dance floor, winding your way through the crowd smoothly until you positioned yourself in front of the mark’s table.

Pronge moved around the edge of the dancefloor as he kept an eye on you, you even danced like a slut. Your eyes were fixed on the mark as you gyrated to the music. It didn’t take long for the idiot to notice you. Your hands wandered all over your body as you swayed drunkenly, tracing the curves of your breasts and running over your neck languidly before dropping to your hips and teasing the hem of your skirt higher on your thighs.

He felt his dick starting to get hard as he watched you move, fighting the urge to pull you into an alley and fuck you until you couldn’t talk. His bitch wife had been refusing to put out for months, but ever since he first saw you in that alley, you’re all he could think about. He just wanted to shove his cock in that smart mouth of yours and shut you up for good. He had dreams about wrapping his hands around your throat as he ruined your pussy, marking your tits with his teeth as he split you open.

Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. He did his best to school his thoughts as he watched the mark move to join you. He felt himself tense as he watched the moron slot himself behind you and grind against your ass. His hands roamed over your torso until he was cupping your breasts, squeezing them softly as you dropped your head back against his shoulder with a moan, arching into his grasp.

Robert lost his patience and stormed towards the bathroom, slamming the door open as he strode inside. His did his best to control his breathing as he checked the stalls for occupants. He heard your laugh coming from the corridor and he scrambled to conceal himself, perching on top of a toilet and closing the stall door as you entered the bathroom.

You were giggling breathlessly as the idiot mouthed at your neck. He ripped the sleeves of your dress down your arms until your tits were exposed, and you sighed as your nipples pebbled in the air. Your mark bent to run his mouth over your chest sloppily as he fumbled with his belt.

Pronge lowered himself to the floor gingerly, splaying his palm on the stall door and pushing it open slowly. Your eyes shot open and did your best to swallow a hiss. Something must have tipped off the mark, because he straightened suddenly and turned around.

You growled at Robert and wrapped your arms around the mark’s neck before he had a chance to raise the alarm, squeezing hard enough that his oxygen was cut off. Your eyes bored into his as you choked the man, bringing him to his knees as you crouched behind him, your body curled tightly around his. Pronge’s cock was pressing painfully against the front of his pants as he watched you work. Your dress gathered around your waist and your makeup smeared all over your face as the muscles in your arms strained with the effort of strangling the man.

He finally stopped fighting you, and you moved to grip his head at crown and chin before wrenching your arms in two different directions, snapping his neck. You dropped the body to the floor and stood slowly to glare at Pronge, your nostrils flaring.

“You’re supposed to be in the alley.” You seethed as you pulled your dress back over your shoulders, moving to check the hall for any alarm.

“You moved faster than I was expecting.” He hissed, climbing one of the toilets to open the small window to the alley. He gripped a pipe running over the ceiling and lifted himself up enough to shove his legs through. He moved his hands to brace against the sill as he slid through the narrow opening, his broad shoulders just barely able to fit through the frame. He dropped into the alley and looked around, ensuring there were no witnesses.

It was only a few seconds before you were shoving the body through the window for Pronge to catch. He couldn’t deny he was impressed. You were stronger than you looked to be able to lift all that dead weight through a window 8 feet off the ground. He caught it easily and hauled it to the Mr. Freezy truck, shoving it in the back before moving back to the window.

He came back to find you with your legs dangling from the window as you slid through. You dropped softly on the balls of your feet, being careful not to roll your ankles as you landed in your stilettos.

Robert was leering as you strutted past him, your hips swaying suggestively as you made your way to the truck, wrenching open the doors and stepping inside. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, pulling out slowly as you worked to wrap the body in plastic sheeting.

The two of you reached the warehouse in a little under an hour. Robert backed the truck into the loading bay and threw it in park before moving around to open the dock doors. He opened the back doors of the truck and tossed the body over his shoulder as you stepped out.

“Just head straight through.” He instructed you. You gave him a nod over your shoulder as you headed in. He grinned wickedly to himself as he watched your ass swinging back and forth in those heels, moving to follow you.

You found the old slaughterhouse easily and lowered a hook over the drain in the floor as he came to stand behind you, close enough that he had you on edge.

Once the hook was low enough, you moved forward in tandem. You ripped the plastic sheeting off the body as Pronge moved to wrap the hook and chain around the ankles. Once everything was secure, you stepped back to raise the chain.

Robert was still watching like a hawk. You did your best to ignore his eyes on you as you stood with one hip cocked, one heel tapping impatiently on the slanted floor.

Once it was at the required height, you stepped forward to drain the body without an ounce of hesitation, pulling a hunting knife out of your bag.

He growled from deep in his chest as he watched you work, leaned against the railing surrounding the killing floor, his cock starting to harden again as you stepped back, wiping your blade on a handkerchief.

“Almost forgot, Pronge.” You said, digging your hand in your purse and pulling out a pistol. You grinned at the panic on his face before flipping the gun in your hand so the grip was pointed at him. “This is yours.”

He took it from you warily and shoved it into the waist of his slacks, eyes still boring into you as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“We’ve got some time to kill sweetheart.” He murmured as you moved to walk past him, heading back towards the loading bay.

Just like that he was on you, one giant hand wrapping around your throat as he slammed you against the wall, your head cracking against the concrete and your teeth snapping together painfully. You brought your knife up whip fast and pressed it to his throat at the same time he drew the gun from his waistband and pressed it to your abdomen.

“You’re just turning me on even more, kitten.” He leered at you, slipping the gun down the curve of your hip and drawing the hem of your skirt up your thigh with the barrel. He brushed the edge of his hand against your panties, groaning at how soaked you were.

He brought his other hand down and shredded the thin fabric easily, tucking the ruins in his back pocket before digging his fingers into your hip, gripping you hard enough to draw bruises. He sneered at you as he slipped the gun between your legs, running the barrel between your folds and teasing it against your clit, making you arch into him with a hiss.

“God, what a fucking slut you are.” He chuckled as he slipped the cool metal over your sex, your arousal soaking the steel as you writhed against it. “Acting so stuck up, and here this cunt is begging for me. Maybe I should fuck you with my gun, would you like that?”

He pressed the tip of the barrel against your entrance and you spat in his face, pressing the knife further into his neck and giving a mock sound of sympathy as a drop of blood welled at the tip.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, fucker.” You ordered him, grinding yourself into the steel as another round of arousal seeped from your pussy as it clenched around nothing.

“Oho, you bitch. I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” He growled menacingly at you as you slipped your hand under the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one at a time at an agonizing pace as you kept your blade trained on his jugular.

“Promises, promises.” You tutted, the coil in your abdomen growing tighter and tighter as you dug your nails into Robert’s chest, drawing a moan from deep in his throat.

He pressed the gun against your clit violently and grinned as you fell apart. Your legs trembled as you release gushed over the now-warm steel. You bit your lip as you gave a low moan, your cunt fluttering as came down from your high.

“That’s right, whore.” He withdrew the gun from between your legs and brought it up to his face, running his tongue over the barrel and moaning at the taste of you. He tossed the weapon aside carelessly before bringing his hands up to wrench the sleeves of your dress over your shoulders, until it was pooled around your ankles.

“Just fucking look at that.” He murmured as his eyes raked over you. “No wonder the Genoveses keep you a secret.”

He brought one hand to dig painfully into your breast as his other slipped between your thighs. You removed the knife from his neck before slashing it across his chest in a quick motion, making him hiss as you ducked your head to drag your tongue over the wound, moaning as the metallic taste of his blood hit your tongue.

His backhand sent your sprawling, your teeth cutting the inside of your cheek as the knife flew out of your hand. You laughed darkly as you straightened back up, spitting the blood out of your mouth as you watched him strip off his clothes.

“I’m gonna split you open and break you apart, cunt.” He spat as he stalked towards you. His body had an air of menace about it, thick corded muscles stretched over his frame that was covered in scars. “And you’re gonna fucking thank me.”

You groaned as he pounced on you, his mouth moving to trace your breasts hungrily as his fingers dug into the small of your back. You sucked in a harsh breath and wrapped your fingers in his hair painfully as you felt him sink his teeth into you and he moaned into your soft flesh. He moved his teeth over your tits in a vicious trail, marking you with them.

“Fuck.” You hissed as a particularly deep bite had him drawing blood.

He wrenched himself up to glare at you and wrapped his hand around your throat tight enough that it was cutting off your oxygen.

“I don’t wanna hear another word out of that mouth of yours.” He growled, pressing you against the wall again. “I’d shut you up with my cock, but I wanna wreck that hole between your legs first.”

He slapped his swollen tip against your pussy once before spearing into you. He grinned wolfishly as he felt your throat vibrating under his hand and he bent to scrape his teeth over your jaw.

“God, this whore pussy is so fucking tight.” He growled into your ear. “You’re squeezing me so hard, you gonna cum already?”

He felt you stiffen for a beat and then you were quivering around him, a thin whine escaping from your tightened throat as you raked your fingers down the muscles of his back, drawing deep gauges with your nails.

He slammed your head against the wall hard enough to draw blood as your release seeped over his cock, leaking down the inside of your thighs as you fought the urge to pass out.

Robert released you suddenly, his hand leaving your throat as he pulled out. You only had a second to suck in a breath as he spun you around, tilting your hips just a bit before slamming into you again. You pressed your cheek against the wall as he plunged into you brutally.

You let out a series of small whimpers as he pinched your nipples harshly, tugging at them and pulling your tits away from your body. You fought the urge to yelp when he slapped them, making your pussy clamp down on his cock as he fucked into you.

“What a good little slut you are.” He hissed in against your hair, smearing his face through the blood seeping from your head wound. “Yeah, you love the feel of my big fucking cock inside you?”

The only answer you could give was a low moan, followed by a gasp as he wrapped a hand around to pinch your clit.

“That’s right bitch, cream all over me. God you’re fucking cock drunk, aren’t you?”

You just whined as he tweaked your clit one more time and you came apart, your legs giving out. Robert wrapped a hand around your thigh and drew it up to pin against your waist as your body quivered against him, your pussy milking his cock as your eyes rolled back in your head.

“Fuck.” He whispered as his cock twitched inside you and he sank his teeth into your shoulder as he came, blood welling into his mouth as you cried wordlessly and he shot his seed into you, coating your canal in thick hot ropes that seeped out over your thighs.

He kept fucking you through it until he started to soften, then shoved you against the wall violently, pulling away and spitting your blood out of his mouth.

He watched you closely as you turned around, doing his best to keep from hardening again as he looked at you. Your hips and thighs were covered in bruises that were sure to darken even more over the next few days. There was the trace of his hand over your neck that you were absentmindedly running your fingers over. The side of your face where he had slapped you was starting to swell, a shallow cut running along your cheekbone. Blood was leaking from the corner of your mouth and your chest was covered in angry bite marks, some of them bleeding.

You wiped your hand across your face as you stared back at him, wincing. He didn’t look any better. His chest was covered in deep scratches and claw marks, smeared with blood from the cut on his chest. A thin red trail was running down his neck from the shallow prick you had made under his chin. His face was smeared with your blood from where he had buried himself in your hair, and when he turned to collect his clothes, you admired the deep gauges you’d made in his back.

“That was something.” You murmured, catching your dress in mid-air as he tossed it at you. You flicked your head towards where the body was suspended and gave a deep sigh. “Where’s your bonesaw?”

A/N: Welp, I’m going to hell, but at least I’m taking you hoes with me!

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“Just Friends” (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Synopsis: A halloween party was what it took for you to finally do what you wanted to do with Fred.

Warnings: make out; underage drinking and extremely flirtation.

Reader: Female

World Count: 2.5k

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, I had some personal problems to solve, but here I am! this is a oneshot for the special A very Harry Potter Halloween by @masterofthedarkness and @eleven-times-lively​. This one is for the 30th with the prompt Halloween Party! Hope you like it :)

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Finally October, the favorite time of year for Y/n. For various reasons, fantasies, sweets, the weather, absolutely everything Y/n loved most was present in October. But probably the thing the girl liked the better was the Weasley twins' Halloween party. And this year promised, it was the twins' last year at school and they promised the best Halloween party this school has ever seen.

Usually Y/n knew everything the twins were preparing, since they were a quartet. The twins, Y/n and Lee. These four names together gave chills to any teacher. But not this time. This year it was just Fred and George who were looking for trouble. The twins didn't let Y/n and Lee participate at all, the surprise was for everyone. And of course, Y/n's anxiety didn't leave the twins alone for a minute.

"Please Fred, tell me at least the color of the glasses!" Y/n insisted on Fred saying at least a little detail about the party. The secret was complete.

"I already said that I don't speak a word to you, Y/n" The redhead replied laughing.

They were in a history of magic class, automatically nobody was paying attention. The twins sat in the last row, Y/n and Lee just ahead.

"What are the drinks going to be, that's no big deal!" Lee asked as curious as Y/n.

"Not a word, Lee," George replied with a sly smile on his face, the same as the one on his brother's face.

"I hate you both" Y/n said irritably and turned forward.

Fred who was behind Y/n leaned forward and rested his head on the girl's shoulder, whispering her ear. Fred's proximity to Y/n's ear made the girl get goosebumps and close her eyes while the redhead spoke. "You don't miss out on waiting, baby"

George and Lee exchanged a look that they knew well what it meant. Y/n and Fred have always had this relationship ... doubtful. Nothing but indirect flirtations happened between the two, there was never anything else. George and Lee always questioned the two of them if something happened in the backstage that they didn't see, and of course, the answer was always the same "We are just friends". Only friends my ass, George thought. The boy knew his brother well to know when he was lying.

Fred then returned to his seat and Y/n kept her eyes closed digesting the sensation she had just had, wishing it had lasted a little longer. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked several times, returning to reality.

"My God, the sexual tension between you two can be cut with a knife," Lee said making the three friends laugh.

"We are just friends, you know that" Y/n replied and noticed that this time Fred's laugh was not genuine. Apparently George noticed it too. But of course it could only be Y/n's head.

The class passed slowly as usual, but amid laughter, scolding from the teacher and notes on the parchment, time finally passed. It was already lunchtime and Y/n couldn't be more thankful for that. Her thoughts could go from Fred to the mountain of mashed potatoes that awaited her.

Weeks passed and the twins had not yet given any information about the party. It wasn't just Lee and Y/n who were looking forward now, all seventh graders as well. The fact that Umbridge was taking care of the school, making so many rules, only made things more exciting. The twins couldn't be loud ... At least not in theory.

Now everyone was in the common room, some doing their homework and others just hanging out. Everything was calm until the most beloved twins in the world came in doing what they do best, drawing attention.

“My dear student friends" George was saying.

"Me and my dear brother, we finally have the invitations ready!" Fred completed.

"And what does that mean, bro?" George asked doing a theatrical pose.

"That not even the pink toad was able to stop the Weasley Twins!" Fred completed again by opening his arms also in a theatrical way.

“But it’s worth remembering that the party is only for people from the fifth year upwards” Some sad moans were heard from some students from the fourth year downwards “So my little grasshoppers, you who didn’t taste one of our Halloween parties, will have to look for that taste in our store! ” George announced and the sad moans automatically turned into happy faces.

“That's right! We believe that very soon, our store will have a physical point and will be 100% prepared to serve all of you little pests! ” Fred said laughing and started handing out the invitations.

The invitations were not common, as nothing the twins did was common, no one was surprised, just curious. They were orange sweets in the shape of mini pumpkins.

“But is this sweet? How should we know where and when to go with a sweet? ” Ron asked as soon as George handed him one of the pumpkins.

"I suggest taking a bite, little brother," Fred said mockingly, handing one to Y/n. "I made this one especially for you" And winked at the girl. Hers was Y/F/C , your favorite color. As soon as the girl saw the candy she smiled at Fred and got a little flushed.

As soon as Ron took a bite of the fearful candy, sparkles that resembled fireworks with a date, time and place emerged from the pumpkin.

"We just suggest that you don't eat it whole, eating the other piece makes you invisible for 15 minutes, so you can go to the party without drawing unnecessary attention" Fred said with a smile on his face, proud of what he had done.

It was amazing how these boys were the life of the party wherever they went. Y/n smile so proudly for the boys. After the euphoria of delivery of the pumpkins, the boys sat on the sofa with only a few students in the room, most of had already gone to sleep. Y/n was in an armchair by the fireplace, reading a book. Fred settled on the floor in front of the girl and rested his head on her knees. George sat next to Lee on the couch.

"Okay, now that we have everything set up, what will your fantasy be?" George asked to his friends.

"I was thinking of going as a werewolf" Lee replied playing with the hem of his shirt.

"What a cliché, Lee" Hermione who was finishing up her homework said from across the room. She, Harry and Ron were actually finishing up their homework. But everyone knew that the boys were just waiting for Hermione to finish copying hers.

"You're right, he should go as you Hermione, who knows, maybe someone will put limits on this party?" Ron replied laughing, immediately regretting because of Hermione's furious reaction.

"And what are you going to be dressed up for?" Y/n asked lowering the book, she had stopped paying attention long ago.

"Us? Secret too" Fred replied to the girl.

"You guys are getting unbearable with this, you know?" Y/n said looking at the twins.

"Just noticed now?" Lee said sarcastically.

Y/n snorted angrily and pulled her legs up so that Fred could no longer lean on them, causing the boy to turn his head to her laughing.

"You look so beautiful when you're mad" He said and stood up and give her a kiss on the cheek. "I think it's past time for us to go to sleep, we need energy to organize what comes tomorrow, Georgie"

George got up too and agreed with his brother, so the two went up to the dorm wishing everybody a good night.

"I'll see if I can get anything out of them before bed, good night, Y/n" Lee said and went after the twins.

Harry was already drooling at the table, Ron was almost, only Hermione was still focused. Y/n got up and headed for the girls' dorm.

"Good night, Mione" Y/n said.

"When are you two going to assume you have more than a friendship, Y/n?" Hermione asked before she went up. The girl laughed and shook her head.

"We are just friends"

The following days passed with Y/n listening to discussions to see what would be the fantasy of her friends. Lee really was a werewolf, Hermione was from an important witch that nobody really understood who was just that had something to do with defending giants, Ron was going as a auror, Harry as a  quidditch player, and of course the fantasy of Fred and George it was still a secret.

At breakfast on the day of the party, everyone was euphoric. The whispers came not only from the Gryffindor table, but from all of them, even some Slytherins were excited.

And because she kept her head elsewhere, Y/n ended up forgetting to think about her fantasy. Then, taking advantage of having a visit to Hogsmade that day, she asked Hermione for help in choosing a costume. The girls went to each clothing store until they found the perfect costume. That was it, they thought. It perfectly matched Y/n's personality.

The hours passed and now it was only an hour before the twins' Halloween party. The girls in Y/n's room were euphoric. They had pirates, healers, vampires, it looked like a children's book in one room. Y/n was finishing her makeup and would already be ready to leave. The outfit she had chosen was nothing less than court jester. Not a dull court jester, according to Hermione, and here I quote her words, she was a “sexually desirable jester”. A colorful short dress, socks to the thighs one of each color, hair tied with colored ribbons and a cute clown makeup. It was perfect.

"You look perfect, Y/n!" Angelina said to the girl with colored ribbons in her hair.

"You too, Angie, wonderful by the way!" Y/n said to her friend that was dressed as a fairy.

The two then descended together, meeting several people in costume in the main hall. And in the sea of mummies and mermaids, Y/n spotted the werewolf she was looking for.

“Lee! Lee! ” The girl called and Lee turned to see her.

"Y/n ... Bloody hell woman, now I understand what Fred talks about so much" Lee replied looking Y/n up and down.

"What does Fred say?" Y/n asked frankly eyebrows.

"He keeps saying you have phenomenal thighs," Lee replied, staring at her legs.

“Hey! Lee! Eyes up here! ” Y/n responded making the boy automatically look embarrassed, but then laughing.

"Let's go then?" Lee asked Y/n and she nodded.

The two then ate all the pumpkin and automatically the picture of the fat woman opening, looked like a passage of ghosts, no one was seen, all you could hear were footsteps and some muffled laughter through the corridors.

Finally, after walking a lot trying to make a minimum of noise, they reached the precise room. The door opened and the legion of students entered the place. When Fred and George said it was going to be the best Halloween party this school has ever seen, they weren't kidding.

There were already some students in the room, but the decor was clear. They had colorful and noiseless fireworks shining on the ceiling tirelessly, they seemed bewitched to last all night. The smoke on the ground made it look like a swamp, you could barely see people's feet. The tables set with various sweets with different shapes and a large bowl with punch, certainly alcoholic. The walls decorated with purple and orange ribbons all over the place. Of course, cobwebs, skeletons and pumpkins were placed in every corner. The music was loud, but it was not heard outside, they had also bewitched it. The only strange thing was that Fred and George were not yet in place.

More and more people were arriving and none of the twins. Y/n was having fun with Lee and other friends, but missed the redheaded duo. While some students were kissing in a corner and others were stuffing themselves with food, Y/n was dancing with a glass in her hand, like there's no tomorrow. She moved her hips from side to side without caring if she was drawing too much attention. Tonight was really for that.

The only part of the place that no one had understood was the stairway in the corner of the room that led to a balcony and a small door that nobody could open. After a while, Y/n ignored the stairs, and suddenly after the girl's third glass, the door made sense. It had opened up and the music had turned down the volume. There they were, Fred and George came out of the door in the costume of Kings. Y/n laughed with them and stopped dancing, looking at the boys.

"Feel free, my subjects, the party is yours today!" Fred said raising his hands.

"And remember, if you are not going to party like us, you can leave" George added.

"And let the party really start!" Fred shouted and everyone shouted in agreement.

The twins then descended the stairs, as if they were true kings. Strangely, their fantasy matched the boys perfectly. Y/n after seeing that the boys were already enjoying the party normally, she took another sip of her drink and started dancing again.

The music playing was sensual, and it is clear that the girl, with the courage that the drink gave her, took advantage of the moment. She had wanted to do this for years, and the opportunity never came, but now? Last year, she was going to do what she wanted without fear.

Y/n started to dance to the music, as sensual as the beat of each note. She knew they had several pairs of eyes on her, but only one interested her. Then the girl turned to where Fred was and she couldn't be more pleased to see that he was looking at her like a dog is looking at a piece of meat, with pure desire. She then danced looking directly at him.

Fred couldn't hold on any longer, he dodged the crowd and came very close to Y/n, grabbed her waist tightly and without thinking, he kissed the girl. It was as if everyone in the room had disappeared. They were just there, Y/n and Fred. The girl returned the kiss at the same time her lips met, placing her hands on the boy's neck.

The two separated only because they were forced to breathe. Keeping foreheads glued together. Smiling broadly. And you can hear George and Lee in the background shouting "Finally!" "Just friends, my ass!" And things like that. But Fred and Y/n couldn't care less.

"So.. hm, I think we're not just friends after all, huh?" Fred says laughing still being very close to you.

"I don't think we ever were just friends"

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #imagine #harry potter imagine #weasley twins #fanfiction #Gryffindor #slytherin #x reader #george weasley #george weasley imagine #harry potter fanfiction #halloween #harry potter #a very harry potter halloween

[aggressivelyclueless]

tarot

in which the deck knows what’s up

contains: the biggest spoiler in danny’s life

"Um, Sam?  I don't think this is really necessary - "

"Sure it is," said Sam, putting a hand on Danny's shoulder and giving him an encouraging nudge so he'd sit down.  "I've been wanting to do practice readings since I got these, you know.  My birthday was two months ago."

Danny, now cross-legged on the rug in her room, got the impression that she was blaming him for not caving sooner.  "Alright, alright.  Maybe just one.  How's this supposed to work, exactly?"

Sam plopped down opposite him, spreading the cards face-down between them.  "I think you're supposed to pick three.  I read up on some where you're supposed to arrange them into shapes and stuff, but I want to start simple.  So, yeah - pick three.  Face down."

Danny did, setting them at his feet and watching Sam scoop the rest of the deck up and set it aside.  "And they're supposed to tell my future, right?"

Sam shrugged halfheartedly.  "Sorta?  I think they're supposed to be closer to life advice, or something like that.  Flip the first one over, I wanna see."

Danny rotated the first card in front of him, and Sam peered over at it.

"Okay, that's Strength.  That's one of the straightforward ones.  Only you're looking at it upside-down, aren't you?  So, hm."  Sam thought about it for a second, almost turned it right-side-up again, decided against it.  "Weakness, I guess.  Cowardice, maybe?"

"Is your deck calling me a loser?" said Danny, laughing.

"No, that's not - I don't know, maybe.  Like I said, it's supposed to be advice, or something.  So maybe: watch-out-for-weakness?  They don't really get too specific."  Sam sat back on her heels, eyeing the second card at Danny's feet.  "Try the next one."

Danny flipped it over.  "Three of pentacles."

"I got that same one yesterday," said Sam, nodding.  "It means teamwork.  Not sure what for, though?"

Danny shrugged.  "Me, neither.  What’s the last one?”

“Six of wands,” said Sam as he turned the last card over.  “Success.  Maybe it’s good luck for Friday’s algebra test?”

“Wait, that was this week?” said Danny, frowning, “Davis promised Monday.”

“Okay, maybe it’s not for the algebra test.  Maybe for something else.  Maybe you’re supposed to find it for yourself?  Like I said - these things don’t get too specific.”

“Well, can we try again?  Maybe get ones that make a little more sense?”

“I don’t see why not.  I need the practice anyway,” said Sam, taking the cards from Danny and shuffling them back in.

Danny sat back for a second, watching her hands work, and then brightened.  “Oh, yeah, I was going to let you know - this weekend’s wide open.  I was hoping you and Tuck would come over.”

“Your mom finally let up, did she?”

Danny grinned.  “Nah, her and Dad are going to be out of town all weekend.  I don’t even think Jazz would tell ‘em, if I bribed her.  I’ve still got that veggie pizza in the freezer from last time - we could go poke around in the basement - I got a copy of that killer clown movie you said was so awful.  We could have popcorn and everything.”

“You sure Tucker will be there?” Sam teased, “Sounds like three strikes for him.   You know he scares easy.”

Danny made a face at her.  “You know what I mean.  And you never know, maybe we’d find a real ghost down there or something.  Come on, it’d be fun.”

“Well, lucky for you I’ve got nothing going on this weekend.  Tell you what, how about we do another reading and then we’ll decide what movies I’m bringing.  How’s that?”

“Sure,” said Danny, drawing the first three cards off the top of the deck and immediately flipping the first one over.  “Nine of swords?  Are the higher numbers better?”

“Ah, no,” said Sam, frowning.  “That one means stress.  Anxiety.  Same thing.”

“I already knew that one,” said Danny, “Have you seen how much of Falluca’s shit I’ve been procrastinating on?”

Sam groaned.  “You and me both, Falluca’s the worst.”

“Okay, what about this one, then?” said Danny, turning over the second card in his hand.  “Tower.  Is that the same thing as strength?”

Sam sucked in a breath through her teeth.  “No.  It’s not.  That one means disaster.  Everybody hates Tower.  That’s - I’m not gonna lie here - that’s probaby the worst card in the deck.  Whatever it’s about, you’d better be careful.”

Danny just laughed.  “It’s cards, Sam.  They’re not gonna tell my future.  You said so.”

“Well, yeah, I know,” she said, putting a hand up in a vaguely noncommital motion, “Maybe just - be a little more careful anyways?  Just in general.”

“Alright,” said Danny, just to appease her, “What if that one was for the algebra test?  What if I’m doomed?”

Sam rolled her eyes at him, but was smiling anyhow.  “You got one more.  Let’s see it.”

Danny turned the last one over and both his eyebrows shot up.  “Death,” he said, his eyes tracing the grinning skull on the card.  “I guess that one’s self-explanatory, huh.”

“That’s. . . “ Sam’s voice trailed off, the smile gone.  “Danny, this is serious.  You got Tower just now too.  That’s really bad news.”

“You think I’m going to actually die, or what?”

“No - well, I don’t think so - but come on, you can’t ignore this.”

“Watch me,” said Danny, shrugging, “Sam, ease up.  Maybe your deck just doesn’t like me.  Come on.  Let’s go and find some snacks, and we’ll do another one later.  Shuffle the hell out of ‘em next time.”

“Yeah,” said Sam, “Sure.”  She set the deck back in the box, thinking maybe they’d get back to it and maybe they wouldn’t.  It was probably just a fluke, she thought.

It wasn’t as if Danny was going to die for real, was it?

#Ectober Month 2021 #Ectoberhaunt 2021 #Ectoberhaunt Treat #danny phantom #fanfiction #ectober

[folkloreguk]

Still The Louvre (m)

A/N: Someone requested this and I hope you like it! This happens when you have Lorde’s Melodrama on repeat whilst writing…thanks for inspiring me queen (although I’m not sure why breakup songs made me write this lol) Also Merry early Christmas to those who celebrate!! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fluff, smut, car sex, childhood friends to lovers, a tiny bit of angst but only for 0.5 minutes maybe, I hope this heals someone who’s given up on finding love, you all deserve someone who sees the best in you!!!

words: ~ 3.9 k

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“We’re just friends. Guys and girls can be friends! We’ve always been best friends, ever since we were seven. Nothing more.” That’s what you used to say. Now look who was the clown in those conversations all along. You guessed correctly - it was you. Because on your sixteenth birthday, he showed up in his black tee and baseball jacket, with your favorite candy and a heart-shaped necklace. Little did he know, if you could, you would have carved his initials into it, right there and then. Because it was that day, you understood one thing. You were head over heels in love with your best friend.

You would have been the perfect high school sweethearts – had it not been for the three different girls he had dated instead of you. He always had all their hearts, the only thing he needed to do was pick. And who could blame the other girls? He was all you could ever ask for, so there was no point in being bitter about their adoration for him.

Multiple times, you had tried to convince yourself you were over him. Like when you went out with one of the popular guys, only to realize three dates in that he was the possibly most boring person you had ever encountered. Or like that one time you agreed to go to prom with the class clown. He almost made you spit out your drink of laughter all night long, but when he tried to stick his tongue down your throat at the end of it all, you changed your mind. Your most successful boyfriend stayed for a full six months, before leaving you. He had been jealous of your relationship with your best friend. And you couldn’t even resent it. Your then-boyfriend had been in second place all along, and you should have never even dated him.

Long story short, whenever you looked at boys, you compared them to your best friend. And your best friend was an invincible competitor. It was safe to say, your teenage years weren’t what the films made them out to be. Except if there was a movie about a girl who cried so much about her best friend who she loved, she almost thought there was something seriously wrong with her. Some days the pain was so heavy, you’d get mad at him for no reason. Then you’d have to tell him lies that wouldn’t worry him and move on. Who could you tell? Your best friend was the one supposed to help you through boy trouble, wasn’t he? Yeah, that wasn’t going to work for you.

But that was the past. Lately, life was better. You couldn’t pinpoint when you first noticed the way he looked at you. Was it when he told you he felt like no boy in the world would be good enough for you, so maybe he should date you instead? It sounded like a joke, but his eyes said differently. Or was it when he asked you to sleep in his bed instead on his spare mattress at one of your sleepovers you’d had since you were eleven? He held you without words being shared, and neither of you addressed it in the morning. Maybe you both knew what it meant, either way. The mere thought of him liking you back was almost unbelievable for you. But after last night, you had no doubt. You had been in the elevator in the cinema with him. It was only ten seconds, and before you could have kissed his face that was inches from yours, the doors had opened. But he had chuckled and grinned at you for thrice the time afterwards. As if you had a new inside joke now.

It seemed you both knew what you wanted. But were you willing to take your friendship to that level?

Today, you were sure you were willing. Your heart almost ached in desire for him when you saw him standing with your shared friends. There, on the beach in the dark of night, with a bonfire drawing the warmest orange glow on his skin, you thought he had never looked more handsome. It was a small get-together between old school friends you both hadn’t seen in a while. And you should have been all over them, asking them about their lives and how they’ve been. Instead you only had eyes for the person you saw every day of your life. You swore you’d never get enough of his sweet smile and eyes so trustworthy you wanted to put all your deepest secrets right into his hands. His chest was heaving from laughter as he pat his friend’s shoulder in agreement. Oh, how dearly you wanted that hand to slip into your very own.

It was a warm night, you had been eating marshmallows, sharing genuine laughter and looking up at the stars and the full moon. Only one thing could have made your experience better, or one person, rather. You silently cursed yourself, because the night was coming to an end – some people had already left – and you still hadn’t made your move on him like you had planned it. But then your song played from the speaker. The very song you two always played in your car whenever you drove somewhere together. Every small beat reminded you of him and the lyrics were carved into your heart, it seemed.

When he noticed, his eyes shot up and met yours. They crinkled up into a smile that you returned. Finally, he made his way over to you and automatically your arms opened for him. Like coming home, he melted into your figure, arms mellow around your body. Quietly, he sang along into your ear, like every little word was meant just for you. You only pulled away slightly, so you could look at each other’s faces. You could’ve cried, realizing the time you had waited for him had been worth it after all. He was giving you a look you had thought would be forever reserved for other girls – but never for you. The starry sky above you wouldn’t stand a chance compared to his dreamy eyes and the fresh ocean air could easily be forgotten, if it meant to be in his arms and breathe in his familiar scent. If you leaned forward only a little, you could kiss him.

“Guys, we’re headed off,” a voice interrupted you.

“We should get going too, don’t you think?” he said. Almost mechanically, you nodded. You reminded yourself that you would still be in the car with him for twenty minutes until you’d arrive at home. And he’d stay at your place. You had him all night long. As you walked to your car, his hand brushed against yours softly, and you weren’t sure if it was just an accident, at first. But he was smiling as if he knew everything when you looked over at him and there you had your answer. The moment he had sat down in the passenger seat of your car, he was digging around for a CD to play. He settled for a playlist he had made for you in spring.

There was so much to be said and simultaneously silence had never felt more comfortable while you drove. You were going south along the high cliffs to your right. It was truly the most beautiful part of your hometown.

“I hate driving here,” you said.

“You don’t like driving along the cliffs? Too dangerous?” he asked.

“No. It’s too beautiful here to just look straight ahead at the road,” you said. He chuckled.

“We can stop at the tourist spot if you want to look at the sea,” he suggested. You smiled because he knew you so well. The ‘tourist spot’ really was a small parking spot right by the road, with space for about ten cars. You could already see it ahead of you. On sunny days lots of people driving down the coast liked to stop there for a rest and to take photos. Now, it was completely empty, of course. You parked at the spot closest to the cliff, so you could look down at the sea without having to get out of your car.

The slow playlist he had made for you was still playing when you switched off the engine. You knew right then and there, no matter where the night went, you’d remember this moment forever. The glow of the full moon was sparkling on the wild billows beneath you. Your eyes fixed on the horizon for a moment, as if you could have seen the closest island if only you paid enough attention. But it was only a wild vastness seemingly without end. Momentarily, you thought you spotted something in the water. Whales? But when you looked closer, there was nothing but the white and dark blue colors of the tempestuous waves.

“It’s gorgeous,” you spoke into the silence, your chin resting on your forearms on the steering wheel. You waited for his response. When it didn’t come, you turned to look his way. He was already looking at you. If cupid was real, he had just fired another arrow at your heart. Never could you have guessed how your best friend’s foolish grin could have made your heart skip a beat like this. Without another thought entering your head, you bent over to him. He knew what it meant when you mirrored his smile.

And then, you closed your eyes. You could admit it now - every time you had blown out your birthday candles, this was all you had ever wished for. His lips fit so perfectly onto yours. After the amount of times you had imagined it, really kissing him still was so much better than it had ever felt in your wildest dreams. His hands tangled in your hair and you almost couldn’t breathe. But then again, you didn’t need to. Right then, you didn’t need anything but him. For the first time, you touched the back of his neck in the way you had always wanted to – to pull his mouth closer to yours.

When you pulled away, everything in you screamed ‘Do it again! Now!’. It was as if your mind was worried that he would slip right through your fingertips if you didn’t hold him close to you for the rest of your life. Too many times you had thought that maybe you could have him, only to be let down because your hopes were too high.

“When did you first want to do this?” you asked, because you needed to know.

“About four months ago, probably. What about you?” he said. His hand was still on yours, as if to say “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere”.

“Ever since I was sixteen,” you said. You could have lied, but what was the use? You loved him too much to ever deceive him. His eyes widened. His hurt was yours, and so you understood the way your words must had pierced through his heart. Now he knew. You could practically read it in his eyes, how he realized the pain, the jealousy and disappointment he had caused, for years, without ever intending to do so. And although you should have wanted him to understand your hurt, the guilt and pain in his look was unbearable.

“It’s not your fau-“ you started.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” he interrupted you. “I’m so sorry – god I’m such an ignorant asshole.”

“No!” you said, taking his hand in both of yours. “You are my best friend, and you have caused me endless hours of happiness. I would have taken any sadness if it meant I could be your best friend forever.”

His eyes were watering and your heart felt like someone had gripped and twisted it in their bare hands.

“I was dating people and you had to sit and watch,” he said in disbelief.

“It meant to see you happy,” you said. “Hating you or those girls wouldn’t have changed your feelings for me. Because we don’t choose what we feel and for whom we feel things.”

“I love you,” he let out. “I’m so in love with you and I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life, I swear.”

His words hit you like a torrent and you didn’t even care about the years of hurt anymore.

“There’s nothing you need to make up to me. I just need you to be here with me. Let me love you the way I’ve secretly loved you all this time,” you said. You touched foreheads until your breaths mixed.

“I’m yours – all yours,” he said. “I’m sorry. It took so long for me to realize and you were here all along, waiting for me. I never wanted to hurt you. How can I apologize properly?”

“Just kiss me again, please,” you said, almost begged. “Kiss me and it’ll all go away.”

And so he did. You had never known how much emotion could be in a kiss. But then again, you had never felt this strongly for anyone else but him. You deepened the kiss, bending almost all the way over to his side of the car. His hands were touching your cheeks so gently, but they were coaxing you closer and closer. When his tongue stroked over your bottom lip, you sighed against his mouth.

“I want you,” you admitted. You thought about driving home, but you needed to be honest to yourself. Driving in this state of mind was probably not safe.

“Backseat?” he asked, lips barely leaving yours alone. Hastily, you nodded. He climbed back there first, then you followed. It was only ten seconds that you couldn’t hold him for, but you yearned for him more than ever when you finally sat down in his lap, facing him. Without hesitation, your hungry mouths attacked each other again. You swore, you could have sat there all night long, kissing and touching him, if there hadn’t been something you wanted even more.

Swiftly, you slid his shirt over his head. Of course, you had seen him shirtless before, but never like this. Never with his chest practically heaving against yours, never with your hands being able, being allowed to touch him. Your fingertips were shaky against his smooth skin and you must had looked at him as if he was carved directly from marble. So he put his fingers under your chin and you looked into his eyes. If his body was marble, his eyes were diamonds. Ever so gently, he kissed you again. For a while you sipped on each other’s lips, only pulling away for a moment so you could remove your own shirt. You had opted to not wear a bra that day, out of comfort but also laziness. All along you used to think that saying someone’s eyes darkened in lust was an exaggeration, but when you looked into his, you understood. It was true. The way he eyed you was beyond all your most daring dreams you had ever dreamt about him.

Your lips meddled messily as his hands ran down your body starting from your neck, to your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples. He was careful not to tickle you, knowing from hundreds of childhood play fights where your weak spots were. Your back arched against his chest, wanting more than his careful touches. On impulse, your hips ground against his crotch. As if on cue, you both let out strained noises. By now, your breaths were heavy when you pulled away shortly. Dreamy eyed, he touched the pendant of the necklace between your collar bones.  

“I gave you that…,” he started.

“For my sixteenth birthday,” you finished his sentence. You caught a flash of regret in his gaze, but you weren’t going to let him feel that way. Not now. Like you had wanted to so many times, you bent to his neck and began peppering kisses on his skin.

“Can I give you a hickey?” you whispered, almost afraid you were still in a dream.

“Just one?” he asked, and even without looking at him you could hear the grin in his voice. After sharing him with so many girls for so long, it almost felt selfish. But you reminded yourself that he wanted you now, after all. He groaned when your teeth grazed his skin and you sucked purple marks onto his neck and shoulder. His restless hands touched all over your boobs and hips, down to your ass where they slid into the back pockets of your pants for a moment. Again, you pressed your crotch against his hips, yearning for any kind of friction. At the same time, your hand wandered along his chest to the hem of his pants. Without looking, you opened his belt and the zipper of his bottoms.

He hissed when you grabbed his clothed dick through his underwear and his fingers dug into your sides. A few times you pumped his already hard shaft through the material. Then he moaned your name and you had never heard anything more perfect. The mere sound of his breathy, husky voice turned you on so much more than you had ever imagined.

“Fuck me, please,” you spoke, kissing him deeply. He hummed a needy yes against your lips and nodded. You climbed off him so you could lie down on the seats. He wriggled out of his pants and then helped you out of your own. When he lay down between your thighs and you felt his weight on top of you, it seemed like he had always belonged right there. It had been a hauntingly long journey, but now that you knew the end of it, you accepted all the sleepless nights you had experienced.

“Hold on,” you said, finding your bag on the floor to reach for the condom inside. He hummed a thank you as he ripped the pack and rolled the rubber over his stiff member. His fingertips teased the inside of your thighs, while he pressed open mouthed kisses onto your neck. A drawn out moan of agreement left your lips and momentarily, your eyes shut in the bliss of anticipation.

“You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” he said. His fingers run through your folds, collecting the wetness. You couldn’t help but whimper at the contact, and maybe also slightly because his words made your heart swell in the most marvelous way possible. Through flattering eyelids, you watched his stupidly handsome features as he curled his fingertips against your clit. All of you wanted more, but you only managed to moan his name in pleasure.

“You ready?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if you brain had even processed the amount of rapture he was causing you – but of course you were. You had been for years.

“Yes,” you said. Just for a moment, he run the tip of his cock through your wet folds. When he finally entered you, you realized you had been holding your breath – now it came out in a relieved sigh. He groaned at the mere sensation of filling you up, and when you opened your eyes to look at him it almost made you dizzy in admiration. Gradually, he thrusted into you, hips fitting against yours like two puzzle pieces finally united.

As he picked up the pace, you moaned in surprise but more in agreement. You felt his hand on yours and linked your fingers. Other men had made you feel good before – but only now you realized how true those statements from women were, when they said that nothing was like sleeping with the one you were in love with. The mixture of pleasure and the way you mooned over his whole being was a lot to take in. But it would never be too much. He was perfect for you. When you threw your head back you spotted the full moon and the brightest stars in the sky, trying to outshine each other.

He hit a spot inside of you that made you arch your back off the seats. Tightly, you shut your eyes and squeezed his hand.

“Oh my- You feel so good,” you moaned. When you felt the tip of his nose brush against yours, you opened your eyes. They met his galaxy eyes, and his mouth was parted slightly. You could barely breathe at the way he looked at you. When would anyone else ever see you in this way? It didn’t matter, you only wanted him either way.

He reached for the back of your thigh, lifting your leg slightly. The different angle felt even better, making you whimper and grab the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate for somewhere to hold on to. He groaned when you pulled his hair a little, and you smirked. You could barely wait to find out all the other things he liked and wanted to do to you in the future. But for now, you weren’t in a rush. It had been a long time since you had felt so at peace and full of happiness. Time was nonexistent right then. All you knew were his soft lips on your jaw and the way his perfect cock was making you see a blur of stars in front of your eyelids.

“I’m gonna- come,” you whimpered.

“Hmm…me too,” he groaned. “Let go for me, baby.”

His hand came in contact with your clit, feverishly rubbing the sensitive nub. The nickname he had called you would have made your cheeks heat up, had they not already been that way from the intensity of your emotions. Your stomach tightened and you only wanted to pull him closer to you.

He reached his high shortly before you did. A few curses fell off his lips as you felt him twitch inside of you, hips moving in sharp thrusts. Even if you had wanted to look at him, it was impossible for you to keep your eyes open, as his fingers still worked their magic on you. His last thrusts were hard and short, but they sent you over the edge too. Just as he pulled out, you met your climax. It was like falling but knowing there was a pair of gentle arms right there to catch you, so you didn’t have to be scared. You moaned his name, and this time he was actually here to hear it. Your chest pressed against his, foreheads touching, your legs tightened around his waist from sensitivity. After slowing down, he removed his fingers from your center completely.

Together, you lay in silence trying to catch your breaths and clear your heads. You scooted over a little, so he could balance his body on his side next to you. Light as a feather, his fingers brushed over your lips, before he bent down and kissed you again. This time it was a long kiss, with less need but even more passion. For what felt like the hundredth time, you questioned reality. Almost as if to check if it really was him, you stroked over his cheek and gazed up at him. But he was right there. Your best friend. Now more than your best friend. Through the opened crack of the car window you made out the crashing waves that caressed the cliffs underneath you two. Mingled with your song playing from the car’s speakers, the mysterious noise seemed to pick you up and tell you “Look at what you’ve been through, only one last time, then put it behind you. You’re where you’re supposed to be, now.”

#also yes the title doesn't have anything to do with it but it's from Lorde's song Louvre which i adore!! #and this is cheesy as hell BYE #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #bts smut #bts scenarios #got7 smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #oneus smut #onlyoneof smut #ikon smut #btob smut #day6 smut #pentagon smut #optional bias #optional bias smut #txt smut #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #astro smut #imfact smut #vixx smut #cravity smut #a.c.e smut #monsta x smut #monsta x scenarios #nct scenarios

[notaninterest]

Carnal *1* (A Hisoka x Reader)

[A/N]: Hello! My username says notaninterest, but feel free to call me Cece.

I'm going to be making this into a story! So I do hope you stick around for the other parts to come. This is also posted on my Wattpad if you're interested. I don't know how many chapters this is going to be but it shouldn't be too long. We'll see :)

I update weekly to biweekly depending on how my life pans out. I will let you know when you should expect the next chapter.

I think I made some mistakes with my writing about Nen so I hope that's okay. I'm not going to be completely accurate in my writing. I hope you understand.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this first chapter!

warnings: heavy sexual themes, smut, Hisoka being fucking hawt

The smell is the same as any other strip club. These grimy places usually never interested him, but tonight is different. It is not the same as the others. He urges for something, something not related to his bloodlust. Yes...He requires a woman. And places like these were full of them. He smiles to himself whilst taking a sip of his alcohol. Nevermind the crowd of inebriated men and some women. His yellow eyes are trained on the dancers, three different ones each accompanying their own respective poles. One of them is a brunette with an aline bob, her hands above her head wrapped around the pole and her legs crossed over the pole with her back facing towards it. She held a look of lust while she arched her back, exposing her full bare breasts further to the crowd as she spun down the pole slowly. While she played the part, her aura certainly didn't feel the part. Hisoka could sense the underlying hatred and disgust this girl has for her job and while she is good at it, she clearly doesn't enjoy it. 'Too boring. Easily manipulated. Not enough fun.' He decides, switching his gaze over to the second girl. This one has long, blue hair reaching to her waist. She confidently swirls upside on the pole, grinding against it upside down. As she reaches down lower, she does the splits midair, manipulating her lower body to face the crowd of horny alcoholics, giving them a peek as to what's beneath the lingerie. A man in the mass of bodies spits out his beer in surprise, quickly throwing money at the dancer. Hisoka rolls his eyes. It's clear as day that she's just a run of the mill slut, perfect for this specific area of expertise. She's clearly in it for it all. Sex, money, and exhibitionism. She doesn't care who watches her or who touches her. She enjoys it all the same. While sensitivity to touch was always a plus, he prefers at least some resistance to his advances. He likes 'em feisty.

The third dancer however...bingo. Her [h/c] hair is what first draws him to her significantly more than the others. The second? Well, he can't sense her aura. In fact, now that he thinks about it, he can't feel it at all. She must be using Zetsu to conceal herself from any Nen users. Little does she know that any other other highly experienced Nen users like himself can easily spot through her deception from just looking at her. Another smile upturns his lips. She will certainly entertain him for the night. He continues to watch her, noting the way her [e/c] eyes sparkle with excitement, nervousness, and some other emotions he can't place. This placates his curiosity more. "Oi, bartender." He calls one of the employees, who walks over while cleaning a glass. "What's the name of that third dancer, the one right over there?" Hisoka asks, pointing over to the mysterious woman. "Well that'd be [Y/N], the most graceful of them all." The bartender gushes, clearly having it out for the lady. "Hmm...'most graceful' you say..." He'd be the test of that one. He continues to stalk you out from the bar, sipping on his alcohol slowly. He needn't be drunk for this experience. No...He's going to enjoy this one to satisfy his more carnal cravings for a longer time. He watches you closely. You were wearing very little, definitely giving the appearance of confidence in your body. That scores high in the point system in Hisoka's head. You were currently positioned so the front of your body faced the pole, your backside facing the crowd. You bent over at the waist, grabbing the pole in front of you and bending to a 90-degree angle. Your toned ass is on clear view to the people in front of you and you slowly rotate your hips, imitating a sexual act in midair. Or, at least trying to. ‘Mmm...she's perfect.’ Hisoka dreams of the acts he'll perform on you, becoming more excited by the second. He continues to watch you, head in his left hand, his drink in the other. As soon as you finish undulating your hips, you slide up against the pole, grinding your pussy against the cold metal. A gasp leaves your lips, one that should be inaudible considering the noise and the atmosphere, but it's a noise Hisoka can hear as clear as day. It's clear that from the pitch in this noise and the way you move your body that you're not experienced in this area, which leaves him to wonder why you chose it. Maybe for the money? No...he doubted that. You didn't lurch your body around the pole as deliberately as the first dancer. There was a secret to your work that he doesn't know of. It becomes painfully more clear that you aren't experienced in any pole work at all, judging by how clumsily you slither up the pole. Your eyes struggle to convey the desire to practically fuck the pole and instead are glazed over in what seems to be a sort of nervousness. To any other everyday individual, you'd look like a professional, maybe graceful as others say. Yet, to Hisoka, he can see right through your dancing façade. Why are you doing this...he must sate his ever-growing curiosity.

As the number finishes and the dancers walk offstage, Hisoka approaches the man responsible for handing out lap dances and the like, going to put his request in nice and early. "Eh?! You request a room for the rest of the night?! S-Sir I'm afraid-" Hisoka holds up a heavy, full bag. "This here is enough jenny to last you a lifetime and even your grandkids if you spend it wisely." He smiles as he hands the packed bag over, watching as the man's eyes light up in greed. He needs this money. And Hisoka can tell. "I'm sure we can make something work. This man here will guide you to your room." The greedy man shoos over a hefty bulk of a guy, who promptly tells Hisoka to follow him. Hisoka smirks, dropping the bag of money on the slimy man's desk. "Very well. Thank you." He thanks, following the brawny dude to his assigned room.

The large man guides the magician to the room furthest down the long hallway. As Hisoka opens it, he notices it to be some sort of suite. He chuckles to himself. The other rooms were smaller. Money sure did get you good things. The strong guard before him tells him that the dancer he requested will be with him shortly before leaving, giving Hisoka some time to himself before you arrived. He investigates the big room for the time being, meticulously looking over things. There was the obvious king-sized bed, massive enough for two bodies. There's a nightstand full of condoms and lube. It has a lamp with a red shade on top of it, which Hisoka turns on. The room fills with an additional red light, making him smile. Yes...mood lighting. He's looking through the dresser across the bed when the door swings open, an angry-looking woman greeting him. He smiles at her, arms crossed behind his back. "Hello, [Y/N]-" "I don't allow any clients to touch me, much less have me for 12 hours straight!" You interrupt as you fume, glaring at the magician before you. "Must be your lucky night then." Hisoka chuckles, running his entrancing eyes over your body. Your minimal clothing was enticing to say the least, easily getting him worked up. But the air of mystery swarming around you fuels his horniness more. He needs to find out what exactly you are up to. The door suddenly closes firmly behind you, clicking locked behind the woman. You panic, trying to open the locked door handle. As predicted, it doesn't budge. "I think what you mean by not allowing anyone to touch you, you also mean you haven't even touched yourself?" Hisoka asks, beginning to walk over to you with his hands still behind his back. Your aura suddenly springs to life, surrounding your body in an instant. Hisoka smirks, continuing his approach. "St-Stand back, clown! I will not hesitate to send you flying!" You stamper, projecting your Nen in an offensive manner. "Hm..." Hisoka ponders, stopping inches away from you.

You're strong, but not nearly as strong as he is. He wonders how long you've been practicing. Must've been a few years now. You place yourself in a defensive stance, one arm angled up at a 90-degree angle and the other positioned a little below that one in the same stance, legs spread apart with one a little behind the other. Ah, yes. Every stereotypical position most fighters took when looking to fight. It looks silly with what you're wearing. And the look on your face was so hilariously serious. That's why Hisoka couldn't stop himself from laughing. He seriously tried to contain it, but the silliness of your posture combined with your facial expression absolutely cracked him up. This reaction serves to royally piss off the woman in front of him. "What?! What's so funny?!" You snap at him, clenching your hands into fists. He laughs himself to literal tears, holding his stomach with one clawed hand. "It's just...Your Nen compares next to nothing against mine, but your effort is quite adorable." The Transmuter purrs, wiping his cheek and taking a step closer to you. You look worried, taking a step away from the man. He responds by simply taking a step closer. "Wh-What do you want from me, f-freak?" You stutter nervously, finding yourself being backed into a corner. "Why, you of course." The magician licks his lips to emphasize his statement. A blush crosses your [s/c] cheeks, your eyes gleaming with fear. The look is so utterly delicious to him.

He chuckles, continuing to walk towards you. You back up until your back is literally against the wall, leaving you nowhere to go expect towards the creepy man. You breathe shakily, making your fear of him clear. "Well, let's get started...[Y/N]." Hisoka smiles, placing his hand next to your head and leaning down to touch noses with you. It's clear his height intimidates you. You swallow and swing, missing your Nen-powered punch by a longshot. He dodges, letting the attack wisp by his right star-drawn cheek. Hisoka giggles at your attempt, grabbing your outstretched hand with his free one and pinning it against the wall you were up against. You look totally helpless, fuelling his desire more. "Oh-ho-ho, trying to hit me are you now? Your attempt turns me on." He teases, fully smiling at your clear look of panic. His eyes narrow as your Nen powers up, sensing that you're up to something. He uses Gyo, centering his Ren in his eyes and watching your aura, watching as it enhances to your hidden fist behind you and to your left leg. So you're an Enhancer, hm? You were going to try to bait him with a fake punch before actually hitting him with your left leg? Okay. He feigns as if he doesn't suspect anything, allowing you to throw your fist at him before pulling back, jumping up and predictably swinging your leg at the left side of his teardrop-stained cheek. He allows the attack to land on him, his head snapping to the side with a frightening speed. Your eyes light up victoriously, but they soon dim to horror as he turns his scuffed up face back to look down at you with a smug smirk. "Any normal person would have flown away with that attack, so I must say I'm impressed. Yet, I'm not a normal man if you can't already tell. Your attacks will provide you with no protection if I haven't already predicted this. It's cute that you think you have an evenly-scored battleground with me." Hisoka chuckles, pinning you against the wall with both of your hands restrained by his at this point.

Your expressive eyes give away your anxiety of the situation, but your face remains hard with determination. The look reminds him of a certain 12-year old boy. This stirs his lust for you up further. He licks at his pale lips seductively, yellow eyes glowing into your own [e/c] ones. Your cold glare sends a spike of pleasure right to his hardened dick. He smiles wider if possible. It's becoming increasingly clear that you have no chance against him and he finds this power over you intoxicating, delicious even. "I have a question for you, [Y/N]. Sate my curiosity if you will." The clown husks, putting his mouth right next to your right ear. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of your face and you gulp nervously. "Shoot." Your icy voice fills his ears, and he gives a simple, "Hmm." at your compliance. You were going to be so much fun to break. He really chose the right contender to satisfy his needs. He snickers into your ear, his hot breath hitting the shell of it. It causes you to barely shiver. It was almost imperceptible, but not to perceptive Hisoka. He grins with this discovery, deciding not to voice it. You would soon find your body betraying you. "Pray tell what you're doing in a place like this? We both know you're not qualified for sex work, so what really brings you here, [Y/N]?" Hisoka's flirtatious voice whispers against your flesh. You noticeably tense up at the question, your hands forming into fists. Your wrists flex in his grasp. He seems to have hit a sore spot. You don't respond immediately. This moves Hisoka to press his body up against yours. Your almost completely exposed chest rubs up against his completely covered one and you gasp at his movements, clearly not expecting them. "Mmm your body feels delightful up against me dear~ Now answer the question." He lustfully whispers in your ear. You seem frozen in place, eyes wide with surprise. He decides he quite likes that expression, ingraining it into his memory. You quickly catch yourself, squirming against his body. "Let m-me go!" You stutter. Your futile attempts only rub him in all the right ways and he moans deeply, the noise hitting your right ear loudly. You gasp, your cheeks reddening with...desire? You freeze up again. He chuckles. "You feel amazing rubbing up against me like that~ Now...are you going to answer or am I going to force it out of you?~" He mumbles sensually, rubbing his lips against the flesh of your ear. You lick your lips to moisten them, your breathing correcting itself quickly.

"I'm here to collect a bounty." You simply state, watching his pale face out of the corner of your right eye. He laughs. "Liar." He growls into your ear, his hands tightening on your wrists before he throws you behind him. He listens as your delectable body bounces on the massive mattress before he turns around, predatory eyes focusing on your scared ones as you sit up on the bed. "That's the truth-" "Incorrect. I'm simply calling you out on your bullshit." Hisoka grins, beginning to approach the bed with obvious sexual intentions. You back away to the headboard of the bed, your back pressing against the splintering wood. He crawls onto the king-sized cot, stopping as soon as he looms on top of you. The look in his eyes is hungry as he looks down your body once again. He loves the position you're in. Utterly helpless. He places his hands beneath your arms, leaning down so that he's touching noses with you again. "Answer the question. Truthfully this time." He adds, smiling deviously in your flustered face. Your mouth remains shut. That's fine. It's well past time for him to immerse himself in your beautiful body. He reaches underneath you, carefully manipulating his clawed hand to the string of your toppiece. He unties it, the flimsy material of the lingerie falling away from your breasts almost instantly. You puff out a noise of embarrassment, your hands quickly coming to aid in hiding your tits from him. The magician quickly evades this method however, encircling both your wrists in his hands again and pinning them next to your head. He takes a long look at your perfect bust, practically drooling at the sight of them. He truly scored with this catch. He smiles, making eye contact with you again. He does not hide his lust from you this time. "Fine.~ I suppose I'll have to try a different method to coax an answer out of you." He punctuates this by licking his lips, moving his face over your bosom. Your eyes watch, curious as to what he'll do. You look nervous and Hisoka couldn't hold back his smirk. The nervousness only virgins hold. This'll be one hell of a lay. He almost couldn't contain his excitement.

He sticks out his tongue, running it over your left nipple before popping it into his mouth. He gives an experimental suck and watches as your body jolts beneath him. A noise akin to pleasure leaves your throat and you look embarrassed at this, closing your eyes. His smile widens and he continues to suck on your nipple, running his tongue over it at the same time. He releases your right hand when he's sure you won't move, using his free hand to massage your other boob. He kneads the flesh in his palm, squeezing the whole thing harshly. Your back arches off the bed and a groan leaves your lips, your hands squeezing as you squirm beneath him. Beautiful. The way you respond to him. You must be sensitive. He watches your face with his observate eyes, watching as your face relaxes into a sort of pleasured expression. Perfect. He pops your breast out of his mouth, replacing it with his other hand. He continues his ministrations for a few quiet moments, listening as you release more pleased noises. This heats up his body more and as a result, his own face flushes up with his desire. "So [Y/N].~ You ready to spill the beans?" Hisoka asks, squeezing both of your tits rather roughly. You pant, opening your defiant eyes to glare at him. "Never." You huff, shivering beneath him. He chuckles. "Shame.~" He continues to fondle you, this time kissing and dragging his tongue against your stomach. Your muscles tense and untense and a full fledged moan dares to leave your mouth. Sensitive you are indeed. This causes Hisoka himself to shiver, your moan music to his ears. He drags his tongue up your stomach, in between the valley of your boobs and up to your neck, where he centers his attack. He laves his tongue in the area, kissing it too. Your moans double in volume and he smiles to himself. "Dare to share, [Y/N]~?" He huskily whispers, licking up to your earlobe and nibbling it. “Ahn- N-No." You pant, trying to remain as stoic as before. You were for sure a challenge...and Hisoka loves challenges. Chuckling, he bites at the skin of your neck, enjoying your flinch in response. "Fine. Be that way." He responds, returning his attention to your tits. He massages the flesh in his clawed hands, tweaking the nipples at the same time. He pulls them, making your back arch to follow them. He leans down to your face, running his nose against your cheek before kissing it. He moves his face towards your left ear, breathing hotly against it. You freeze up before shivering in response. "Perhaps I'll have to take more...drastic measures." He whispers into your ear, his right hand releasing its grip on your left boob and hovering over the side of your hip where a tie holds up the bottom piece of your sexy outfit.

He pulls at the measly string, untying it from your hip. It loosens the fabric, yet the triangular material protecting your modesty continues to cover it. This is fine. He unties the other string, the fabric effectively falling slack against your skin. Hisoka releases all touches, focusing on your lower body now. You move to cover your most sensitive bits, but Hisoka simply smacks your hands away with force, moving back to take the covering away from you. As you yelp and rub your hands, he uses his to grab the thong, taking it away from your body. He stares at your pussy in all its glory, licking his lips. "Say...~ all this interrogating has got me famished. You don't mind if I have a little snack, right?~" His seductive voice proclaims, spreading open your thighs and settling himself in between them. Your nervous eyes alight his own dilated ones and he continues his prowl. He inhales your scent deeply, moaning. Yes, you smell absolutely scrumptious! "I will not be asking you questions from here on out. I will be demanding them. So, [Y/N]. Tell me why you're actually here." He almost snarls, his claws digging into the skin of your hips, drawing a small amount of blood. You wince, but remain strong. "No." You respond icily, acting as if you weren't intimidated. It's almost cute, but he can smell your fear. You reek of it. He chuckles. "Alright.~" He immediately dives into your pussy, licking a stripe up to your clit. You gasp, an ungodly pornographic moan leaving your throat. Hisoka groans in response to your taste, licking up what is all of you. His practiced tongue flicks against your clit and your body twists around, full-fledged, unembarrassed moans leaving your mouth as his sucks on your sensitive sex. His thumbs spread your lower lips open and he flattens his tongue, giving another harsh lick all the way up. He sucks on your hole and you keen, arching your back all the way up. "W-wait -AH- I think I'm going to cum!" You yell out those magic words, your hands grabbing at his hair. That was fast. This fuels his goal further and he eats at you with much more fervor. He slurps your pussy, eating up all you have to offer. Your moans grow more high-pitched and before the both of you know it, you're cumming into Hisoka's mouth. He sucks up all the cum you have to offer, unabashedly enjoying all of it. By the end of it, you're a panting and sweating mess, while Hisoka remains fresh. "Wonderful.~" He murmurs dirtily against you, lapping at your pussy again. You flinch, panting up a storm. You release your grip on his hair, moving your hands to wipe sweat off of your forehead. "W-Wait. I'm too sensit- OH!" You exclaim as he sucks on your clit, watching your face closely this time. Your cheeks are the reddest he's ever seen anyone's become and your eyes are dilated with desire, something he secretly hurrahs in his head. You look amazing. He watches your mouth open in a frenzied moan and shivers, continuing his attack on your pussy. As he continues, he watches you unravel before him yet again. The sight is damning to say the least. You were a gorgeous sight to gaze at and he almost couldn't let you cum a second time, getting caught up in his own desire. He begins to rub himself against the bed to ease himself, moaning into your clit. The vibrations make your toes curl and you throw your head back in a scream. He watches your face as you come undone beneath him yet again, marvelling at your orgasmic expression. That's a face he's certainly going to remember forever.

You're different from his other whores, seeing how you aren't an experienced one. Also seeing as he didn't perform these acts on his other playthings. You're...special. To him for now at least. Surely you wouldn't mean anything once he's finished with you, right? He creeps up your body once your grip on his pink hair loosens, throwing off his shirt and undergarments, exposing his ripped physique to you. Your eyes hungrily trail down the eight-pack, coming into contact with the tent in his loose pants. "I will try this one last time. Final chance. Tell me what your purpose is being here, now." His authoritative tone falls on horny ears. You shake your head, expression firm. He smiles. "Very well..." He strips off the rest of his clothing. Your eyes are trained on his hard dick, a look of panic behind them. He smiles and positions himself at your entrance, wrapping his hands on your soft hips. You seem to second guess yourself. "W-Wait--" "Too late, [Y/N]. You can't stop me from taking you now." He huskily interrupts, beginning to push into your tight pussy. You yowl, pushing your hands against his muscled abdomen. His grips tightens on your hips and despite your efforts, his cock continues to push inside of you, rendering you helpless beneath him. You gasp, shakily exhaling. Your weak arms eventually give up, falling to the sides of you in defeat. He enjoys your submission, fueling his lust for you. He pushes himself in all the way with a hard thrust, making you cry out in pain as your virginity is given to him. He sits there for a minute, relishing in his victory and at the tightness of your walls around him.

He shudders, his whole body rocking with it. It was painfully noticeable. It feels amazing to be inside of you. That's a fact he couldn't hide. "Oh [Y/N].~ You...ngh...feel marvelous.~" Hisoka moans heavily, his grip on your hips growing tighter to the point of being painful. You quietly groan beneath him, arching your back as he begins to move. He moves out and in slowly, testing the waters. You squeak, grabbling your death grip on the sheets on the bed, bunching the material up in your fists. What a sexy display. It'd be better if it was on him instead. He encourages you to grab his back by lowering his chest to touch yours, putting his face next to yours. He effectively covers your body with his own. You get the gist of what he's trying to do, raking your nails against his back as you grab at it. He shudders at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin and in response, thrusts into your tight pussy roughly. You yelp at the new sensation, throwing your head back as the pleasure surges through you. Hisoka treasures your expression of newfound enjoyment, really relishing in being the cause of it. He nips at your ear, groaning deeply when it causes your inner walls to convulse around him more. He'll use that knowledge at a later time. For now, he hotly exhales against your flesh, making you shiver against him. He sets out a slow and punishing rhythm, slowly pulling out before forcefully shoving himself back in. You cry out each time his hips meet yours, tears forming at the edge of your eyes from the intensity of his fucking. Hisoka simply smiles, deciding to speed things up a bit. He quickens his pace, smacking against your hips more frequently now. "How's it feel, [Y/N]? Tell me - mm - how my cock feels inside of you." He grunts, sitting up to gauge your reaction. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at his dirty talk and Hisoka stops, almost cumming from the expression alone. He pants, pausing for only a moment. He awaits your response while he recovers, watching as your eyes return, your dilated [e/c] eyes looking into his lustful yellow ones. You attempt to roll your hips back onto him, but you fail horribly. You did, however, manage to sink down onto the rest of him, a moan leaving your mouth from feeling so full. Hisoka giggles. "So greedy for my dick~ Tell me how it feels, [Y/N].~" He puts your leg over his shoulder, opening you up more to him. He doesn't move. Not until you choose to respond, that is.

You whine at the lack of friction, glaring up at him with that desireful expression you hold. He smiles. You relent, closing your eyes. "Y-Your cock feels amazing, Hisoka." You admit, gasping and practically screaming as he continues his fucking you from the new position he put you in. Your eyes once again roll to the back of your head from the sheer force that he's pumping into you. You're a sweaty mess while Hisoka remains good as new, the workout hardly giving him any strain. You let out a cry as one of his thumbs connects with your clit, massaging it in time with his thrusts. Hisoka moans as you tighten around him and he continues to push into you, harsher now. Your vocality rings through his ears, heating up his body more if possible. His flushed face grows darker still and he singles in on his primary focus: making you cum again. He breathes heavily, thrusting into you at a now impossibly fast pace. Your moans feed into screams, your eyes closed from the intensity of his fucking you. He continues to finger your clit, focusing on your orgasm. He wasn't even close to his, but he decides that your release is more of a spectacle than his own. He zeroes in on it, listening as your moans reach a higher octave. Then, without warning, you arch your back for the last time, crying out as you reach your peak. Your walls milk him, but he refuses to cum, just watching your face as your orgasm rips through you for the third time. He'd definitely remember that face until he's cut from this world. He pulls out of you, settling on massaging your clit a little longer as you ride out the waves of euphoria. You twitch and moan breathlessly, gasping for air from the come down. Hisoka just watches, enjoying your facial expressions. You were certainly something. He stops touching you when you come down completely, breathing harshly. Your flustered eyes open, looking at his still lust-filled ones.

"I...," You start. Hisoka listens, tilting his head in curiosity. "I was assigned here to find you, Hisoka." You pant, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Your eyes are encircled in that hard set determination yet again as you tell him this. "My orders are to dispose of you." You admit, hardening your gaze. Hisoka smiles...and it's not a nice one. "Is that so?" He chuckles, flipping you onto your stomach.

"Tell me more as you sing for me...[Y/N].~ We've still got ten hours left for you to tell me all."

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Word count: 5,000+

Next chapter should arrive sometime today on Saturday, May 1st. I’m so sorry for the delay ;-;

#fanfic #hisoka x reader #hisoka smut #hisoka x reader smut #hunter x hunter smut

[andypantsx3]

statistically significant | 3 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

note: I cannot overemphasize that this interpretation of Bakugou is based on season 1 Bakugou, which means he behaves very questionably at the beginning. Please heed the warnings!

The next Monday found you anxiously nursing a coffee, carefully looking over Bakugou’s latest results.

You’d let the model retrain overnight, just to get a more up-to-date picture of Bakugou’s work, and you’d barely slept a wink while it ran, fretting over your first meeting with him. After waking up earlier than ever, you’d found yourself restless all morning, so you’d made your way into Miruko’s agency well ahead of schedule and had spent your time since sucking down coffees and eyeing Bakugou’s assist and rescue scores warily. They still sat well beneath his kill and capture scorings, and you mentally braced yourself for the near impossibility of getting him to prioritize those aspects of his work.

With Mina’s help, you’d been able to con him into working with you. But just because he’d agreed to your bet, you were not stupid enough to think that meant he was going to make anything easy for you.

Bakugou, for his part, seemed the very antithesis of nervous when he met you in the surveillance room. He barged into your makeshift office mid-morning, looking well-rested if annoyed. The door banged loudly off the opposite wall and rebounded closed with a slam that rattled the AV equipment.

“Let’s get this over with,” Bakugou growled, throwing himself down in the seat opposite you. He was dressed in dark training clothes--simple athletic fabrics that suggested that he meant to book it to a training room the second he was done with you. His whole manner suggested you should keep things short.

You sat frozen, fingers paused over your laptop keys. “...Good morning to you too.”

He looked at you incredulously, blonde eyebrows raising. “I didn’t fucking come here for small talk. Get on with it, nerd.”

You suppressed a twitch of irritation, looking away from him where he sat in an agitated pile of strong lines and tense muscle. God you hoped this was all going to be worth it, at the end of things.

You sighed and clicked into the model results screen, knowing it was only going to work him into a lather if you pressed him on social niceties. “Okay, so I did some analysis--”

“Big fucking surprise.”

“--and,” you continued loudly, “as you well know, you need to adjust certain priorities on the field.”

A scoff issued from his direction. “I don’t need to adjust shit.”

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. He was literally here to discuss adjusting shit. What was the point of him being so defensive?

You eyed him speculatively, taking in the oppositional slant to his broad shoulders, the thin slash of his mouth as he regarded you irritably. Your observations from last week floated to the forefront of your mind, that this was a man who would not easily do anything he didn’t want to do. And it was clear he did not actually want to do this--he had only been baited into it by the grace of his meddling, pink-haired friend.

You mentally resolved to play as nice as you possibly could, to minimize the amount of fussing from his side of things.

“As I think I explained last year,” you began carefully, “the model I train relies on a set of weights, and you’re ranked on that. Your work is divided up into categories: public perception, kills, captures, property damage, rescues, and now assists. Some of those categories are weighted more heavily than others, so if you do well in them, you’ll outperform your peers in the rankings who do just as well in other categories.”

Blood red eyes darted up to a monitor as you projected your laptop screen onto it, the model results translated into neatly organized and color-coded graphs.

“You are unmatched in kills, fairly unmatched in captures as well, and you’ve kept property damage to a surprising minimum in the last few years considering your quirk. You’re also wildly popular, particularly with young people, according to public polls.”

You glossed over the fact that his appearance probably had a lot to do with it, considering the tidal wave of interest from the female bracket of respondents. The fact especially did not bear thinking about when he was alone in a tiny office with you, bare arms and the hard planes of his chest displayed prominently in his training gear.

“Just fucking---out with it,” Bakugou demanded, turning to glare at you again. “I don’t have all damn day.”

The tiniest hint of smoke and sweetness hit your nose as he leaned closer, and you pushed away from him, baring your palms in the universal gesture for peace.

“Okay, okay. So you’re good at those things, but your rescue scores need work, and your assist score puts you in the top ten least cooperative heroes in the entire industry,” you explained, watching as a muscle in his jaw jumped in obvious irritation. “Rescues are the highest weighted category in the rankings model, and assists are the third highest. So no matter how good you are in other areas, you will not surpass anyone who performs well in these categories.”

Bakugou made an annoyed sound, his brows drawing together. “Quit fucking talking to me like I’m a baby. I fucking know--tell me exactly what your fucking nerd-ass model needs me to do and I’ll fucking do it.”

You breathed out of your nose very slowly, quelling the rising tide of annoyance within you. Everything out of his mouth was so abrupt and demanding.

Software engineers, picture the software engineers.

“Okay so I ran deeper analyses on those two categories and compared your movements with generalized results from the top ten heroes from each category,” you continued.

“The thing that stood out in terms of rescues, is that you were almost twice as fast as other heroes to leap into combat with a villain. This means you’re spending less time assessing the situation than other heroes, and therefore spending less time processing victims. So if I had to make a recommendation here, it’s that you should actively look for civilians before jumping into a fight. You might still find that the smarter thing to do is leap into the fight instead of evacuating them, but you at least need to slow down before you do.”

The crease between his brows erased itself and he leaned back in his chair, tension bleeding out of him somewhat, which was--unexpected. You’d have thought he’d get more defensive as you explained his shortcomings to him.

“Fine,” he said shortly. “What else?”

You pulled up two videos and projected them side by side, bright little clusters of dots collected over the location of each hero. “For assists, it looks like when you’re in range of other heroes, you actually do help, at least a little. I only found an issue when I generalized results from the top ten in this category and ran calculations about their movements in comparison to yours.”

You let the videos play, watching Bakugou’s eyes track the movements with unblinking precision. He said nothing as you let the loop repeat, the tense lines of his body inexplicably unravelling even further with each loop. He looked as close to relaxed as you had ever seen him.

After a few loops, he finally let out a scoff. “Those needy fucks stick closer to other heroes,” he concluded gruffly. “That’s what the dots are tracking.”

You nodded. “On average, you move three times farther away from other heroes on scene than the top ten heroes do. So you’re less likely to be in range to help.”

He rolled a powerful shoulder, unwittingly drawing your eyes straight to it. You gave your leg an annoyed pinch under the table, forcing your gaze back up to his face once you realized what you were doing.

“So I have to look for weaklings and stay closer to these b-list fucking clowns, that’s what you’re telling me?” he prompted, running a hand through his mess of blonde hair. It looked unexpectedly soft under his fingers.

You drew your eyes away from him again, focusing hard on the relief you were feeling that he seemed to be processing and internalizing your feedback. “Yeah, you need to assist civilians and stay in range of your team. Those are the only areas in which you really need help.”

There was a sharp crackle, and tense movement caught in the corner of your eye. You turned to find that all of Bakugou’s unease had suddenly returned, a snarl riding his mouth.

“Help?” he demanded. That scent of smoke and sugar suddenly pressed in on you again, sharp and dangerously hot.

You blinked at him in confusion. “...Uh, yeah?”

His gaze darkened and he leaned over the table between the two of you, a calloused hand catching the collar of your shirt to yank you towards him. The corner of the table dug into your ribs, and his fingers were hot where they brushed the skin under your collar.

“I don’t fucking need help,” he spat, crimson eyes boring into your face like a drill. Your hands came up to grab his, trying to untwist it from your shirt, but his fingers only tightened, unyielding.

“What--? Yes you do?” you garbled, fingers scrabbling over his. “What do you--?”

He pulled you further across the table, so that his face was scant inches from your own.

“Fuck you if you think I need anything from you,” he growled in a low tone, voice almost dangerously soft. Your blood iced over in your veins, limbs freezing. He stared at you for a long, heavy moment.

Then, in the next second, you were being shoved backwards into your chair, and then Bakugou was gone, door slamming behind him with a force that shook the walls.

You stared after him in shock, mouth gaping open. He had been fine up until a couple of seconds ago, even seeming to relax under your analysis. But then his temper had suddenly flared for no fucking reason.

What….what the fuck was wrong with him?

You spent the rest of the morning in a state of restless agitation.

What the literal fuck was wrong with Bakugou? Why had he just stormed out like that? What had flipped the switch for him in the space of mere seconds?

You replayed the conversation in your head nonstop all through your next few meetings and over your lunch break, where you furiously wolfed down a bento without tasting any of it. Your frustration carried you all the way into the afternoon, when a head of wild pink curls poked itself through your door.

You looked up into Pinky’s dark eyes and brilliant smile.

“Y/N!” she chirped happily, closing the door behind her and sprawling into the seat across from you.

You returned her friendly smile. “Ashido-san,” you greeted her politely.

She laughed and waved a rosy hand, leaning forward over the table. “I would never ask stats girl to be formal with me. Call me Mina!”

You huffed an embarrassed laugh. That was sweet, but the nickname stats girl needed to die a brisk and fiery death.

“Mina, then,” you amended, pulling up her model results on your laptop, trying to tamp down on your embarrassment. She was almost overwhelmingly friendly.

Her dark eyes flickered over you curiously and a cautious smile played about her mouth. “Heard it didn’t go well with Katsuki this morning.”

You looked up at her in surprise. “He told you?”

She laughed. “No, I just saw him annihilating a training room. I know him well enough to know when he’s throwing a tantrum.”

An awkward, hot sense of shame welled up within you at the thought that you’d pushed him to that, though you didn’t know how. You got the sense that you’d taken one step forward but two steps back. So much for your promotion.

“Uh yeah, he kind of...stormed out? He’d been listening, actually, and I thought things were going weirdly well. The bet was a good idea, so thank you,” you said. “I just…somehow I screwed it up, I think.”

Mina rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, splaying out flat in her seat. “God, you know what? I’m just so tired of my best friends being guys. They’re so dramatic and so fussy about their tough guy image. And take themselves so seriously, for no reason, even fucking Denki. I have sat every single one of them down and forced them into make up so it’s absolutely baffling to me that they still stomp around like they’re so serious and so tortured.”

Your mouth dropped open as what she’d just said caught up with you. Take themselves seriously...when she’d forced them into make up? “No. Even…?”

Mina smirked. “Oh yeah, even Katsuki. No idea why he thinks he’s such a tough guy when all it takes is a couple of tears and boom, he’s working a smokey eye and tiny little pigtails.”

You choked on a laugh, trying to dispel the horrifying image in your mind of Bakugou in mascara and lipstick. The idea of him in make up was somehow even more intimidating than his usual appearance. You did not want to know more.

It certainly did beg the question, however, why he was such a difficult jerk if it was that easy to get him to acquiesce to something that horrifying. Maybe the answer lay in Mina’s powers of manipulation. She’d known to make the bet with him, after all. And if she knew how to get him into eyeliner and lipstick, then she might know how to get him to agree to let you help him.

“Wow,” you murmured. “That’s...terrifying. How did you even convince him though? I can’t get him to spend more than two seconds around me without blowing his top like a volcano.”

Mina grinned conspiratorially, leaning over the table. “You just have to know how to work him. Trust me, you might have good numbers sense, but I have pretty good people sense. Katsuki is all smoke and fire until you dig underneath.”

You almost did not want to know what was underneath. “That’s--but he’s so volatile. I can’t predict any of it.”

Mina's grin widened. “Actually, it’s pretty straightforward. He’s actually super in control all of the time, even when it seems like he’s lost it. He’s only really sensitive about one thing.”

“For example,” she leaned forward, her smile morphing into something dark and leery. “I heard he burned through your dress at the Hero Awards.”

You put your face in your palm. “Yes. This is what I’m talking about--I thought he was gonna fry me to a crisp.”

Mina snorted, raking a hand through her mess of curls. “Maybe I only see it because my acid is similar--but it’s pretty hard to only burn through a tiny strip of fabric and not touch anything underneath, even if you’re not out of your mind with anger. It requires some precise control. Wouldn’t you say?”

You froze in your seat, staring at her. Implications began to creep over you like a dark shroud. “What?”

She grinned. “He didn’t touch you, right? Only the dress?”

You gaped at her. “Yeah--only the dress.”

She cut her dark eyes to you, looking like she was trying to suppress a laugh. “Very interesting that he managed to sear straight through your dress, then, without burning you. One might think he did it on purpose.”

You floundered. “But I--but he--! I told him to do better and he got all worked up and intense!”

Mina laughed out loud. “I bet he did. Katsuki’s a total control freak but he loves a challenge. That’s why he took your bet, and that’s why your meeting didn’t go as poorly as you thought it might at first, and that’s why he was so fixated on you after the Awards.”

Your face heated. “Don’t put it like that.”

She chuckled. “I don’t know how you feel about him, but I can guarantee he’s very interested in you. He loves girls who don’t take any of his shit. Why do you think he signed with Miruko? It’s actually kinda gross,” she made a face.

Your face was on fire. A hot wave of embarrassment washed through you and you resisted the urge to dive under the table and hide. This is not the turn you thought the conversation would be taking.

“Uh, so,” you managed, fingers fluttering. “So--um, why did he freak out earlier then? I did tell him everything he was doing wrong. But then he lost it, I think when I told him I would help.”

Mina’s grin settled back into place. “He’s so fucking predictable. He hates being looked down on, and the word help implies that you think he’s weak enough to need it. I’ll bet you anything that’s why he totally flipped.”

You considered this. “But I didn’t mean it like that--”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s got a very specific way of looking at things. He’s way better than he used to be but that’s the one thing he’s still sensitive about.”

You mulled that over. It did explain, then, why he’d reacted so poorly when he’d seemed to be fine with your critique. “Does he really need to be seen as strong that badly?”

Mina picked idly at the fluff on her costume’s jacket, thin fingers tangling in the white strands. “He has insane expectations for himself, and he’s only comfortable when everyone else has those too. It’s like if you think he can’t live up to those standards, that you don’t truly see him.”

So that was it. The mystery of Bakugou’s volatile nature explained--a weirdly deep-seated inferiority complex wrapped up in layers of crankiness and--you blushed--an interest in girls who gave him shit. You quickly buried any considerations on his romantic inclinations, and focused on the inferiority complex.

Whether you’d intended to or not, this morning you had managed to convey to him that you thought he was incapable, and not in a way that personally challenged him like the bet had, or your demand he do better at the Hero Awards. It was so ridiculous, you thought, but then so was he. And if you wanted to make any progress on your promotion, then you were gonna have to suck it up and work within those constraints.

You sighed. You owed him an explanation, maybe even an apology.

Mina regarded you approvingly from across the table. You also owed her a drink. Maybe several.

“Got it,” you acknowledged, clicking back into your model results and pulling up her ranking analyses. “And thank you--I owe you a ton. Now let’s get to what we came here to do which is to talk about how you can kick even more ass.”

Mina grinned, leaning forward in delight. “You’re welcome. And hell yeah, this conversation was so not passing the Bechdel test.”

You snorted, suppressing a wild smile. Oh, you really liked her.

You would apologize and get things back on track with Bakugou. And once Bakugou netted you your promotion, you were gonna turn back and rocket Mina up the rankings to give him a run for his money.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia #bnha #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #tw threats #tw gendered violence

[mrssnivellussnape]

A HC with the children from the last story drawing on Severus’ face while he sleeps and the reader laughs as she jumps in to help them

Writing on Severus’ Face with Your Children Would Include:

An: not too too happy with this one but I still hope you like it 🙃

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader, Severus Snape x OC

Words: 711

- Severus had been passed out on the couch

- surprisingly, it had been Alora’s idea

- the twins didn’t need convincing

- and Helena even decided to jump in

- you were too busy in the kitchen making lunch to have paid any attention to your children

- they accioed a muggle marker they had

- usually, Severus would’ve woken up from the slightest sound, well before the person could hover over him

- but he’d been exhausted lately, which was why you had let him remain on the couch

- and he’d had a little sip of a potion you’d made to help him sleep longer and more soundly

- “I’m going first” Easton pushed his siblings out of the way

- Alora pushed him back, “No way, it was my idea”

- “But if he wakes up, you won’t get in trouble like we will” Eliphas countered

- Helena pushed them all out of the way and snatched the marker from them. “I’m going first” she stomped

- they looked at their father as he stirred in his sleep

- “Idiot” your oldest three complained

- Helena shrugged and brought the marker to his face as she wrote her name in big letters on his forehead. She smiled when she saw her finished work

- “that is the ugliest handwriting I have ever seen” Alora tried grabbing the marker now

- but Helena had snatched it back at her sister’s rude words

- “give us the marker” sounded behind the girls as the twins reached for it

- their sisters shook their heads and shoved them out of the way

- “stop it before he wakes up!” Alora whisper shouted

- again, Severus moved in his sleep as he turned over, now slightly facing away from them

- “great. Make it even harder for us”

- Easton now had the marker as he drew on his dad’s face

- then Eliphas went and marked both of his cheeks with swirls, making him look like a clown

- they all snickered at the image of their father

- Alora colored dark eyebrows on his face with a curled mustache and pointy goatee

- now they had to cover their mouths as they looked at him, failing when Helena’s laugh slightly came forth

- you’d heard that and decided to see what your children were now up to

- walking into the spacious living room, you saw them huddled over your husband’s sleeping form

- you let out a rather loud, but not too loud, laugh at the markings on his face. You held your stomach as your kids silently joined in

- “I couldn’t have asked for better children” you shook your head as you wiped a tear. “Hand me the marker”

- you glanced over Severus’ face for an available spot to draw on and chose near his mouth. You colored two fangs on each side of his mouth, giving into his vampire like appearance

- you all giggled at the mess that was his face now, too many drawings overlapping each other and making him look ridiculous

- of course, Severus had chosen now to try and wake up

- your children squealed and hurried to sit down in one of the chairs or on the remaining seating of the couch

- he opened his eyes as you stood over him “Hello, love!” you chirped in his face

- “is there a reason why you’re standing over me,” he looked to your hand and noticed the marker “and with a marker?”

- you looked from the marker to his face and decided to kiss him so he wouldn’t ask any further questions

- the kiss deepened and his hand came to rest on your lower back as you smiled

- “gross!” Your kids shouted

- “there are children present” Alora covered Helena’s eyes but pulled them off quickly when her sister pinched her

- “what was that for?” He asked when he finally pulled back

- “your sleepy voice is just too se-” you were cut off

- “seriously? We’re literally right here”

- “anyway, lunch is ready so get up” you patted his face as you walked to the kitchen, your little ducklings following right behind you

- Severus rolled over and got up to go to the bathroom, groaning as he walked up the stairs

- you heard the door close and you all waited for him to notice your guys’ masterpiece

- “Y/N!” Your husband shouted, now knowing why you held the marker

#severus snape x reader #snape x reader #snape x oc #snape imagine #severus snape #snape #snape fic #snape love #snape fandom #pro snape #harry potter

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. A window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

EEEEEEK here's part two!!! Part two sees more of Amelia's beautiful brain, the love she has for her team, and her brother, & her friendship with Kyle Walker. Hope you guys love it as much as i do - please let me know what you think - i'd love to hear from you all!

Love always,

Steph xx

UPDATE as of 31/07: I've made some additional editing changes due to some feedback about the confusion between ben white (her brother) and ben chilwell (not her brother LOL). Nothing has been added to the story, just the addition of either surname has been added where i think it could be more straightforward - for future readers!

Part 2. | seconda parte

warnings; none - just a whole lot of feels.

word count; 1469

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Wednesday 28/07 5pm AEST. Updates are twice weekly (Sunday & Wednesday)!

Tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex

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11 July 2021 | The Final Match.

The players for both national teams lined up side by side down the tunnel. Chiellini & Kane, both confident in their teams ability, captaining with great authority and mentorship for the ten men stood behind them. Amelia stood at the back of the tunnel, watching the scene ahead of her. Her dad, walking up the centre aisle between the two teams, shaking the hands of his players, confident in his preparation. A gentle hand to her brother's shoulder, saying everything it needs to say. It was the same hand that rubbed the back of her neck as he walked past, communicating the same thing. Go your hardest, you’re ready for this.

It was her turn, she started at the back of the line, and in true Italian style, a kiss was placed to both cheeks of every player up the line. When she reached Jorginho, a player she came to appreciate for his technical mindset and intellectual approach to the game, she kissed his cheek and turned to the player opposite him - her brother, who was trying his hardest to face forward and pay his little sister no mind. She knew what he was doing, but she wasn’t as heartless as the rest of the England squad probably perceived her to be. Reaching out, she rubbed her hand along the back of his neck, just as her father did to her, leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before continuing down the line of her players to the front. Shaking hands with Gareth Southgate, who no doubt had come to realise who the girl was in relation to his team, and a kiss to both cheeks of Mr Mancini, she walked out and took her place on the bench, ready for the game of her life.

120 minutes of football later.

Life is both beautiful and cruel. Whilst she hadn’t anticipated the early goal from Shaw, Amelia had predicted every play by the english and made sure her team was there waiting for them to turn and run. They knew to never let Harry Kane have the space to move the ball, to make sure Mason Mount was marked at all times and to pay attention to the silky smooth skills of Raheem Sterling. They knew that every player on the english side had the talent and skill to shoot and score, no matter if they're a striker or full back. In the end, the endless taunts from the british crowd and constant reminder of “it’s coming home” only fuelled the Italians further and pushed them harder, to their limits. Eventually both sides met with equal force and completed extra time at a draw, leading to penalties. All of Amelia’s preparation with Gianluigi Donnarumma would present itself now. She went over the preferred sides of the penalty takers she presumed would be stepping up for their country, and reminded him of all he has achieved & what there is still left to be done. After all, they are the masters of their own fate.

Donnarumma’s block of Bukayo Saka’s penalty rattled her bones and sent a chill down her spine. They had done it. The boys had finally brought football back to Rome for the first time since 1968, and while she can’t take all of the credit, she knows she single handedly played a part in this victory. As soon as happiness filled her body, guilt and sadness flooded her heart. She had been part of the problem that caused her brother so much pain. Her dad knew how to handle rejection, this wasn't his first rodeo, and could see with an open mind just how they had managed to achieve greatness. But her brother had truly believed they had it, that football was coming home to England.

After being surrounded by her boys, cheering and hugging her, screaming in relief that they had done it, Amelia took a step back and took a deep breath in. Looking over to the players in white consoling each other with looks of understanding and pats on the back, hugging those with the unfortunate fate of missing their penalties, she found her brother.

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Squatting down with his elbows resting on his knees and hands covering part of his face, his eyes showing disbelief that the moment had escaped them. Jordan Henderson, the figurative big brother to my big brother, leaning down whispering what one can only assume is words of encouragement and strength to him. A voice to my right startles me, not because I wasn't used to the noise, but because it was a voice I haven't heard directed at me with anything other than venom in a very long time.

“He wants you to be there for him, don’t ever think for a second that he doesn’t want you around.” Kyle Walker speaks into the open, whilst looking around at the fans still in the stadium. The fans behind us right now would be watching with speculation, wondering why the english player is talking to an italian so soon after defeat.

“I don’t think he doesn’t want me around, i just don’t think he wants me around right now” I spoke back, trying to reason with myself and Kyle as to why i haven't gone up and offered my condolences to my brother.

“I think the only thing that can pull him out of this is you. He was beating himself up last night after your argument, and while he turned it into motivation for today, it's still weighing on his conscience. He’s happy for you, we aren't that mean so as to deny him the pleasure of being proud of his little sister...even if she is working for the enemy”

“You’ve always been one to be the voice of reason, whilst still being the clown I grew up to know and love”

“Does this mean we’re friends again? I’m sorry about last night” Kyle admitted.

“Last night wasn’t what ended our friendship...we stopped being friends the day you left Spurs.” I joked back to Kyle. I turned to look at his over-expressed shocked face and walked backwards a few steps while giggling, before turning and sauntering over to my brother who was now surrounded by some more teammates. Upon seeing me and noticing my solemn expression, finding comfort in the fact that I wasn't there to rub my win in their faces, the boys left my brother to himself.

I stood there, staring into the eyes of my brother, who after a few minutes reached out and pulled me into him as though I was a life raft and he was stranded in the ocean. We stood there, hugging, saying everything we needed to say through the way we were gripping to the backs of each other's team colours.

“I am so proud of you, you put up one hell of a fight Ben. Certainly made my job harder” I spoke into his shirt. He was the taller of the two, but I wasn't that short. Almost immediately after, I felt him push more weight onto me and sink a bit lower so he was in my neck, shedding a few tears he didn't want seen by those around us. Not even 5 seconds later, he stood up straight, wiping his eyes and offering me a smile.

“God, I wish you weren’t better at your job than I am at mine” he joked back to me. I smiled up at him, shaking my head.

“I would say you’re wrong but the medal that's about to be around my neck would say otherwise” i joke back with him. I was not about to dull my sparkle for someone else's sun to shine, whether he is my brother or not.

“We have to talk about everything that went down last night but i’ll let you enjoy your night with your team” Ben says as we turn and begin to walk toward the stage being set up for the ceremony.

“Thanks Ben, family dinner on Sunday? Tell your friends to come, you and i both know mum will have enough food to feed everyone without even trying”

“Of course, I'll put it in the lads chat & see who’s still around. Kyle will see it in our family chat - who even put him in there anyway!?”

“Honestly...I think it was mum. You know she loves her son, Kyle.”

As I walk back to my team, and into the arms of Fede and Jorginho who wrap me up in an Italian flag and start jumping around, I can't help but smile and laugh at my amazing life. Who knows what the future has to hold, but for tonight, the azzurri are the champions of europe and the trophy is coming home, to Rome.

Part 3. | parte terza

#football imagine #football fic #jadon sancho #ben chilwell #mason mount #declan rice #kalvin phillips #ben white #jack grealish #tyron mings #connor coady #kyle walker #jordan henderson #dele allí #eric dier #ben chilwell imagine #jack grealish imagine #mason mount imagine #football one shot #tyrone mings imagine #x reader #a family affair fic #steph writes #stephspurs #italian national team #jorginho #federico bernardeshci #federico chiesa #jorginho imagine

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ 129

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Word Count: 3,050ish

Summary: The separate teams prepare for the battle against Thanos. (gifs aren’t mine)

Y/N was standing in front, staring at space as it whizzed by, when Tony came over and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pressed a kiss just behind her ear, pulling her closer.

“What are you thinking about?” Tony whispered.

“How I’m suppose to be prepared for something, but I have no idea what,” Y/N whispered.

“The fate of the universe is not on you.”

“But it is, Tony… and there’s—“

“No.” He quickly, yet carefully, turned Y/N around to face him. “This is not on you.” His hands held Y/N’s face to look at him. “Whatever happens is not your fault.”

“You can’t say that. We don’t know what will happen yet.”

“You’re right, we don’t. But I will not let you feel the way you are feeling. And I promise, that I will not let anything happen to you.”

“I’m not worried about me… I’m worried about everyone else… it’s too much… it’s all too much…” 

Her eyes were tearing up, and this was all breaking Tony’s heart. He pulled her into his chest, cradling her head. It was killing him to see her like this, but he really didn’t know how to fix it. Tony didn’t understand exactly what Y/N needed to do, and he was coming to the conclusion that she didn’t either.

The two could feel the engines begin to slow. With Tony keeping an arm around Y/N, the two looked through the large window. The ship was approaching a planet. Peter and Dr. Strange joined the couple by the window.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter asked.

“I think we’re here,” Strange replied.

“I don’t think this rig has a self-park function,” Tony said, looking around. He left Y/N’s side, waving Peter over to where he was going. “Get your hand into this steering gimbal. Close those around it. You understand?”

“Yep, got it,” Peter responded, quickly following Tony’s directions as Tony put one of his arms in it as well.

“This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta to move at the same time.”

“Okay. Okay. Ready.” Out the window, Y/N could see that the ship was heading straight for the center of some wreckage. “We might wanna turn. Turn! Turn! Turn!!”

Tony tapped his reactor, armoring up. “Y/N! Get over here!”

Before Y/N could reach Tony’s side, the ship clipped a piece of rumble on the planet, throwing Y/N to the side. Peter has his helmet come up as Dr. Strange stepped between them, creating a shield for the rough landing. As the ship, shook and plowed through the dirt, Y/N portaled herself over to Tony. She wrapped her arms around him to keep steady, only for them both to be thrown to the ground. Parts of the ship flew off before it finally came to a stop. Tony’s helmet disappeared as he searched Y/N for any injuries. He quickly noticed that her breathing was fast and her eyes were clenched shut.

“Honey, honey,” Tony called. “You’re okay. Hey, look at me. Look at me.” She shakily looked up at Tony from her position curled up into his side. “We are safe. You are okay. You’re not hurt. Right?”

“I… I’m… o-okay…” Y/N stuttered softly.

“You haven’t had something like that in awhile.” Tony sighed before kissing her head. “I’ll get us out of here. I promise.” Dr. Strange came over and helped them up. “You alright?” Tony asked Strange, who nodded. “That was close. I owe you one.”

“Let me just say,” Peter started, descending from above like a spider, “if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I eat one of you, I'm sorry.”

Tony pointed at Peter. “I don't wanna hear another single pop culture out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?”

“I'm trying to say that... something is coming.”

Suddenly, a grenade rolled into view and the foursome was thrown back as it fired an energy pulse. Three beings appeared in the doorway.

“THANOS!” A blue man yelled. 

He flung a blade at Dr. Strange, who deflected it with a mystical shield and in return his cloak smothered the man’s face, throwing him to the floor. Y/N and Tony were quickly on their feet. One of the men went straight for Tony. They have a brief dogfight until a magnetic disc pinned Tony face first to a structure. An alien woman came up from behind Y/N, putting her hands on her head, entering her mind.

“Sleep,” the alien woman commanded. Y/N dropped to the floor, unconscious. 

“Y/N!” Tony shouted.

The alien walked towards Peter, who was crawling back frantically. “AH!” Peter exclaimed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Please don’t put your eggs in me!”

Peter shot a web at Mantis in a panic, pinning her arms to her body just before the man that attacked Tony flew at him feet-first, kicking him away.

“Stay down, clown!” The man ordered.

The man fired at Spider-man, who extended his spider legs and leapt away. Peter couldn’t get far before an electric-like cord wrapped around him and his six new legs. It set him rolling across the deck.

“Die, blanket of death!” The blue man cried, struggling with he cloak.

Tony pulled free of the magnet and stepped on the blue man’s torso. The cloak pulled free as soon as Tony had the man securely under his foot. The other man had Spider-Man in a head-lock, gun pointed at his head. Dr. Strange had a musical shield up and stood ready to attack. The alien woman struggled to her feet, still covered with webbing.

“Ugh…” Y/N groaned, slowing sitting up while holding her head. 

“Y/N,” Tony called. “Are you—“

“Alright, everybody stay where you are!” The man holding Spider-Man in a headlock ordered. “Chill the F out.” The man powered off his helmet. “I’m gonna ask you this one time. Where’s Gamora?”

Tony hid his helmet as well. “Yeah, I'll do you one better,” Tony responded. “Who’s Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better. Why is Gamora?” The man beneath Tony’s foot fired back.

“Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak,” the man holding Spider-Man threatened.

“Let's do it!” Tony responded, extending a nano-tech canon at the blue man. “You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let's go!”

“Do it, Quill! I can take it!” The blue man exclaimed.

“No, he can’t take it!” The alien woman replied.

“She’s right,” Dr. Strange said. “You can’t.”

"Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is?” Quill continued. “That's fine. I'll kill all four of you and beat it out of Thanos myself.” He looked at Spider-Man. “Starting with you.”

“Stop!” Y/N yelled, freezing everyone in place. She stood up. “No one is killing anyone!”

“Why can’t I—“

“She’s controlling us,” the alien woman stated. “She’s extremely powerful.”

“Wait, what? Thanos?” Dr. Strange questioned, realizing what Quill had said. “Alright, let me ask you this one time: What master do you serve?”

“What master do I serve?” Quill repeated. “What am I supposed to say? “Jesus”?"

“You’re from Earth?” Tony asked.

“I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri.”

“Yeah, that's on Earth, dip-shit. What are you hasseling us for?”

“So, you’re not with Thanos?” Spider-Man questioned.

“With Thanos?!” Quill repeated. “No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl- Wai- who are you?”

Spider-Man’s helmet disappeared. “We’re the Avengers, man.”

“Oh.”

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The alien woman stated.

“Thor,” Y/N breathed out, still keeping everyone in place. 

“You know Thor?” Tony asked.

“Yeah,” Quill responded. “Tall guy, not that good-looking, needed saving.”

“Where is he now?” Dr. Strange asked.

“With our other friends, going to make a weapon,” the woman responded.

“Y/N, you can let us go know,” Tony said. 

With a deep breath, Y/N let everyone be free. They all moved to standing positions, Tony beside Y/N.

“So you’re Y/N?” The woman walked up to her. “Thor mentioned you.”

“Really?” Y/N questioned.

“He said you were powerful,” Quill stated. “But he also said you were on Earth.”

“Yeah, guess not all Thor says is true.”

“Star-Lord, by the way,” Quill introduced himself.

“Right,” Tony nodded. “I’m Iron Man. This is Dr. Strange and Spider-Man.” He pointed to the others he introduced.

“I’m Drax,” the blue man said.

“And I’m Mantis,” the alien woman added.

“Okay, now that introductions are out of the way,” Tony started, “let’s go see what’s out there.”

Grabbing Y/N’s hand, Tony led her, and the others, towards an opening in the ship. The planet outside had clearly been through something war-like, and there was no sign of life anywhere. Star-Lord went down on one knee, getting out some sort of device.

“The heck happened to this planet?” He wondered. “It’s eight degrees off its axis.” He stood up. “Gravitational pull is all over the place.”

“Yeah, we can see that,” Y/N commented, looking at Mantis who was jumping joyfully high up in the air behind Star-Lord.

“Yeah, we got one advantage. He’s coming to us,” Tony stated. “We'll use it. All right, I have a plan. Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet.” Drax then choose this time to yawn. “Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?”

“I stopped listening after you said, "We need a plan.”” Drax replied.

“Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page.”

“See, "not winging it" isn't really what they do,” Star-Lord responded.

“Uh, what exactly is it that they do?” Spider-Man asked.

“Kick names, take ass,” Mantis answered, meekly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Drax agreed.

Tony paused, looking deeply hopeless. Quietly, Y/N’s breathing hitched as her head started buzzing. Thankfully, Tony didn’t notice to worry about it.

“Alright, just get over here, please,” Tony continued. “Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

“‘Mr. Lord’,” Star-Lord repeated with a chuckle. “Star-Lord is fine.” He motioned Drax and Mantis to come closer.

“We gotta coalesce. 'Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude—“

“Dude, don't call us plucky. We don't know what it means. Alright, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good.”

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe,” Drax urged.

“A dance-off?” Y/N repeated, trying to ignore the buzzing.

“It’s not a… it’s not… it’s nothing,” Star-Lord stuttered.

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Spider-Man wondered.

“Exactly like Footloose! Is it still the greatest movie in history?”

“It never was.”

“Don’t encourage this, alright?” Tony told Peter.

“Okay.”

“We’re getting no help from Flash Gordon here.”

“Flash Gordon?” Star-Lord repeated. “By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half human.” He pointed at Y/N, Tony, and Parker. “So that 50% of me that's stupid? That's 100% you.”

“Your math is blowing my mind.”

“Excuse me,” Mantis nervously interrupted. “But… does your friend often do that?”

Everyone looked in the direction Mantis was pointing. Floating slightly above the ground, was Dr. Strange clearly using the Time Stone. Strange was cross-legged with green energy forming circular patterns around his forearms. His eyes were closed and his head jerked rapidly from side to side, blurring. The others went to his side. 

As Y/N grew closer, a green strand of energy slowing touched her head. She froze and her eyes shone green. Everyone was too busy with Strange to notice though. Her vision quickly changed. It was dark at first, but slowly each of the Stones shined on a gauntlet. The fingers snapped and her field of vision was suddenly filled with people screaming and disappearing into ash. She looked around for anyone she knew, no one was recognizable. 

Quickly, the setting changed. She was standing on a war-torn battle, that was vaguely familiar. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people and aliens were battling each other. She recognized many of those people as her family, her friends. They were dirty, bloody, and clearly fighting for their lives. Y/N looked around to see Thanos fighting herself.

“In five years time, the final battle will commence,” the Stones gravely voice filled her ears. “This is where you will be needed… If you try to stop what happens here today, we will stop you.”

Outside Y/N’s mind, Tony had made his was to Strange.

“Strange, we alright?” Tony wondered. Strange snapped out of his trance and fell forward, letting out a cry. “You’re back. You’re alright.” Tony steadied him.

“Hey, what was that?” Peter asked.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures,” Strange Panted. “To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.”

“How many did you see?” Star-Lord wonders.

“14,000,605.”

“How many did we win?” Tony asked.

Strange stared intently at Tony for a moment, almost sad like. Before looking past him at Y/N. “One.”

Everyone turned to look where Strange was looking. Y/N was still standing, with green eyes and green energy encircling her head. Tony rushed over, grasping Y/N by the arms.

“Y/N!” Tony called, trying gently to shake her out of whatever was happening. “Come on, honey. Push through!”

~~~

The quinjet ride to Wakanda was full of silent tension, silent worry. No one knew what exactly was coming, or how to stop it.

“Drop 2600, heading 0-3-0,” Steve instructed, walking up behind Sam who was piloting.

“I hope you’re right about this, Cap,” Sam said. “Or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to.”

From the looks of it, they were heading straight for the trees. But as the quinjet continued on, the tree were revealed to be a camouflage force field and the grand city of Wakanda appeared. Once they landed, Steve and Natasha exited first, with Rhodey, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and Sam behind them.

“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” Steve stated as he reached out to shake T’Challa’s.

T’Challa shook Steve’s hand before looking at Bruce. “Uh, we don’t do that here,” T’Challa said, waving for Bruce to stop. “So how big of an assault can we expect?” T’Challa turned around and the team began following after him.

“Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault,” Bruce answered, trying to push his way closer to the front.

“How we looking?” Nat asked.

“You will have my King’s Guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and…” T’Challa trialed off, as Bucky walked up to the others.

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man,” Bucky joked. With smiles on their faces, Steve and Bucky shared a hug.

“How you been, Buck?” Steve asked.

“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world,” he replied with a smile. “Have you… uh, have you heard from Y/N?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Steve shook his head and sighed. “But I have heard she’s been sneaking around with you and Stark. You’re going to have to tell me all about it as soon as this is through.”

Bucky let out a light laugh. “As long as you buy the beer.”

~~~

Leaving Rhodey, Bucky, and Sam to watch from outside, the rest went and met Shuri in her lab. Vision laid down on an exam table while Shuri used her technology to create a hologram projection of the Mind Stone above him. Bruce was on the other side of the table, watching her very movement. 

“Whoa. The structure is polymorphic,” Shuri stated.

“Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially,” Bruce told her.

“Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?” Shuri asked. Vision turned to Bruce, seemingly asking the same thing with his eyes.

“Because, we didn’t think of it,” Bruce answered with uncertainty. 

“I’m sure you did your best,” Shuri reassured with a smile. 

“Can you do it?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, but there are more than two trillion neurons here. One misalignment could cause a cascade of circuit failures.” Shuri turned to T’Challa. “It will take time, brother.”

“How long?” Steve asked, stepping closer to them.

“As long as you can give me.” 

A chime went off and Okoye quickly projected a hologram globe into her palm. “Something’s entered the atmosphere,” Okoye informed.

“Hey, Cap, we got a situation here,” Sam warned over the comms. 

Almost as soon as his words ended, a forcefield formed over the city. Bucky and Sam watched as alien vessels landed outside the barrier. One of them tried to go through, getting destroyed.

“Gosh, I love this place,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, don’t start celebrating yet, guys,” Rhodey warned. “We got incoming outside the dome.”

The landing vessels emitted shock waves and debris, destroying the forest. The Captain and the King looked at each other, both deeply concerned. Vision struggled to sit up and slide off the exam table, holding onto his side.

“It’s too late,” he said. “We need to destroy the stone now.”

“Vision, get your ass back on the table,” Nat demanded.

“We will hold them off,” T’Challa stated as he and his guards started for the door. 

Steve turned to Wanda. “Wanda, as soon as the stone’s out of his head… you blow it to hell,” He instructed.

“I will,” Wanda replied.

“Evacuate the city. Engage all defense procedures,” T’Challa commanded. He stopped before fully exiting the room, turned, and pointed to Steve. “And get this man a shield.”

Steve looked out the window, watching the ships crash land outside the barrier. He couldn’t help but wonder what all this had to do with his sister exactly. But there was a bigger question than that in his mind, a more important question.

“Where the hell are you, Y/N?” He whispered to himself.

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