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His Sinful Devotion Part 4

Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader

Guest Staring: Older! Dark! Church guy! Bucky Barnes x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader!

(The smut in this chapter involves Bucky x Reader, not Steve)

Warnings: Age gap, Dark, manipulation, dub con, power imbalance, oral (male receiving), Talks of god, talks of praying, talks of courtship. Talks of sharing woman (past&present) Steve is hardcore manipulative I’m serious, reader is hardcore innocent, groping, innocent kink(is that a thing???), praise kink, daddy kink, small amount of degradation kink. face fucking. chocking. gaging. . I think that’s all? Idk let me know if I’m missing something. Obviously this is very much nsfw and 18+ only

AN1: If you’re here for the smut, it's in the middle. If you're here for the storyline, it's the beginning. If you're here for both, enjoy it all. I know you’ve been waiting for it.

AN2: I would like to state, I love Sharon. I love that she is going to become a villain in the future with Marvel. But in this story, I don’t like her. She will not be a friend. If you don’t like that, too bad. I was going to make an OC, but I’m lazy and didn’t want to. So deal with it.

Word Count: 3,036

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Steve has felt on top of the world since the dinner at your house. Your parents agreed to allow him to court you and Steve knew, his plans were so set in motion, he would be married to you by Christmas. No one would be able to stop him now. 

He deserves a wife. A good, obedient, little wife. And that’s exactly what you will be for him. It’s what you’ve been raised to be. 

And he does deserve it. Deserves you. Steve has spent his whole life in church, mostly to appease his mother. He spent his youth being sick and frail. His teen years in service to the community. He spent his 20’s overseas with Bucky, fighting in wars for greedy men, and he’s spent the last 10 years being home, being the perfect church guy. 

He deserves something good now, for all he's done. For all he continues to do. 

And what kind of man would he be, if he didn’t share that with his best friend? The man that has been there with him every step of the way. The man that has taken him in, that has helped him countless of times. 

Bucky is Steve’s other half. His brother. He has shared with Steve throughout the years, especially when they were teens and Steve never had any prospects of his own. It’s only fair to repay the favor. 

Bucky, like Steve, is currently working on his own little wife, both men wanting to settle down, start families of their own. Steve just happens to be a little ahead of him in the plan. 

So until Bucky can start making moves of him own, Steve is more than willing to share bits of you with him. It’s what Bucky would do if the rolls were reversed. 

Steve is shaken from his train of thought, when he spots his best friend making his way through the gate, a smirk on the brunettes face. 

“Punk.” Bucky pulls Steve into a strong hug. Bucky moved a few states away when the boys got back, wanting to be closer to his sister and her family. But that hasn't changed his and Steve’s relationship at all.

Steve laughs, clapping Bucky’s shoulder, “Jerk. How was your flight?” “Good.” Bucky nods, pulling back to walk to the baggage claim, “But I’m as stiff as a board now.” “Your old back can’t handle those seats?” Steve jokes, earning a glare from his friend, “Shut up, punk.” “Alright, alright.” Steve concedes, “Let’s go. We got stuff to do.” 

“And a girl to meet.” Bucky smirks, making Steve roll his eyes, “That all you’re excited about, punk? Haven't seen your best friend in months, ya know.” 

Bucky just scoffs, “Come on Stevie, ya know I’m excited to see ya too.” Before he groans, “But, god, that video in the class room? I’ve been hard for 3 weeks now.” 

Steve laughs, rolling his eyes as he helps put Bucky’s bag in the trunk of his SUV, “We’ll get you sorted out soon, jerk. Just calm down for a few hours will ya? We gotta hit the service first.” 

“Yeah yeah.” Bucky grumbles getting in, “I know how to be good.” Steve gets in, raising a brow at his friend, “Really?” Bucky smirks, “Alright, I know how to pretend.” Both men laughing as Steve drives away from the airport. 

Your parents announced to the church about yours and Steve’s courtship that night in church, bringing both of you to the front of the stage for the church to all congratulate you. Steve kept one of his hands on your lower back as the other one shook the hands of the congregation. You both had smiles on your face, and you enjoyed how excited everyone was for the both of you. But you didn’t miss the strained smiles of some of the single women when they would come up, or the way some didn’t even shake your hand, bypassing you entirely. 

Steve noticed too. and the pressure on your back grew each time it happened. Steve knew that would happen, and the blatant disrespect you received from some of the women he would not tolerate from here on out. You were his, and he would not allow his girl to be mistreated. 

After the announcement, when everyone started leaving, Steve turned to your parents, “Would you mind if I stole her away fro a few hours? My best friend is in town, and I wanted her to enjoy dinner with us.” 

Your mother smiled at Steve, “Of course! Both of you have fun.”

“I’ll drop her off later tonight.” Steve nods, shaking your fathers hand before he starts walking you down the aisle towards a brunette man that was waiting by the door. You saw him come in with Steve earlier. He was handsome and tall, much like Steve. He was also built like Steve. Maybe a little shorter, but still well above you. 

Steve sits roughly at 6’6, while this man was about 6’4 or 6’5. Barley any difference between the men, besides the hair colors. This man also has much brighter of a blue in his eyes.

The man is watching you as you walk up to him, a small smirk on his face when you reach him, sticking his hand out, “Bucky, nice to meet you doll.” 

You send him a shy smile back, taking his rough hand in your much softer one, “Nice to meet you.” 

You look up to Steve when you drop Bucky’s hand, who smiles down at you, “Me and Buck go way back. Knew each other since we were kids.” He tells you as he leads you to his car, Bucky getting in behind you as Steve is in the drivers seat. 

He drives to his house, a place you've never been. You’ve only ever spent time with him at the church or at the dinner with your parents. But you don’t feel nervous with Steve, especially since you’re courting now. He will be your future husband, should this go the way everyone is expecting it to. Steve unlocks the door, ushering you in. His house is nice, really nice. Much nicer than your house. You aren't entirely sure what Steve does as work, but it definitely pays more than what your parents make working for the church. 

You walk around the living room, sitting on the couch gracefully as Steve instructs, as Steve and Bucky head into the kitchen, talking amongst themselves. After a few minutes, both men come into the living room.

“Darling,” Steve gets your attention as he starts putting his jacket back on, “I need to run to the store, grab some stuff for dinner.” 

“Oh, okay.” You frown, thinking he had already gotten everything, considering he invited you here for dinner, “Should I come with you?” 

Steve shakes his head, walking over to you, and kissing your forehead, “It’s alright, little one, I got it.” He smirks down for you, caressing your cheek with his pointer finger, “You’ll be good for Bucky while I’m gone, yeah?” 

You nod your head, “Of course.” You couldn't imagine being unpleasant towards Bucky, who was Steve’s closest friend.

“Good girl.” Steve praises you, leaning down to kiss your forehead one more time, “Do everything he says, okay?” 

“O-okay.” You nod, looking behind him a Bucky, who was watching the interaction. 

Steve walks to the front door, patting Bucky’s shoulder as he leaves, throwing a, “Have fun you two.” Over his shoulder as the door closes behind him. 

Bucky makes his way to where you’re sat on the couch, smiling at you as he sits down close. His leg and shoulder brushing up against yours. “You know, Steve has told me a lot about you.” 

You feel yourself become a little flustered at the thought that Steve talks about you, not thinking you’re really anything worth talking about, “Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Bucky nods, “Has told me lots of stories. He can’t shut about about what an angel you are.”

You smile shyly at him, looking down at your hands in your lap. You like that Steve talks about you. Like that he is so sweet and caring. You feel a soft brush on your cheek as fingers grab your chin, making you look back over to the brunette man. 

“Don’t look away, doll.” He tells you gently, “You’re too pretty not to stare at.” 

You swallow at the endearment, having to focus hard on not looking away again. Your hands fiddling in your lap. Bucky watches you for a few seconds, only making your nerves even more heightened, expecting him to look for a flaw. 

Bucky is Steve’s best friend, what if he doesn't like you? Would Steve leave you then? And if Steve doesn’t think your worthy, would anyone? 

You finally start to feel like you’re more than your parents daughter, finally have someone with Steve that doesn't treat you like a child all the time. Talking down to you as if you’re nothing. You don’t want to lose that. 

The hand he has still grasping your chin, moves to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your bottom lip, “You have beautiful lips.” 

“Tha—thank you.” You stutter out. Besides Steve, no one really pays you any compliments, not like this. 

Bucky sighs deeply, “Steve tells me you’re really good at helping him. You like helping, doll?”

“Yes.” You nod quickly, “I love helping. Father says that’s what we’re put here to do.” 

Bucky nods at your words, still caressing your bottom lip, “Would you want to help me?” 

“Of course!” You answer quickly. Maybe if you help him, he will like you, and will tell Steve he approves of you. Then Steve will like you even more. 

“Good girl.” Bucky whispers, letting go of your face and drops his hands down to his jeans, unbuckling his belt. You eyes go wide at his actions when he pulls them down, along with his boxers, and his cock hits his abdomen. 

You’ve never seen anyone else but Steve’s, and he told you his is the only one you’re allowed to see, “Uh, Bucky, I—I don’t think—-“

“It’s alright, doll.” Bucky starts lazily stroking his cock as his hardness grows, “Stevie said you could help me.” 

“He did?” You question. 

“Of course he did, doll.” Bucky takes one of your hands from your lap, helping you stroke him instead of himself, “Would I lie to ya? He’s the one that told me what a helper you are. What a good girl you can be.” 

You nod at his words, watching as your hand goes up and down. He’s not as long as Steve, but he is a little thicker. He has more veins than Steve too. Your breathing becomes a little heavier as Bucky lets go of your hand, his finding the back of your head, petting your hair, “Just like that doll, fuck. Go faster.”

You speed up your movements, following his orders. Steve did tell you to listen to him. You feel pressure on the back of your neck as Bucky starts to push you down, “Use your mouth.” 

His voice is a lot harsher and lower, making you think he was upset at you. You open your mouth, sucking on him like a popsicle, like Steve taught you to do. 

Like Steve has you do every week before class, so he’s not nervous. 

“Fucking hell.” Bucky mumbles as he watches you suck him off, “Punk’s got you trained real well.” He throws his head back on the couch, pushing your head down farther. 

You’ve never done it like this for Steve, he’s always standing in front of you, and this angle makes it go down your throat farther. You gag a bit, but unlike when that happens with Steve, Bucky doesn't pull you away, “You can take it.” 

Bucky lifts his head back up, watching as you fight a little in his hold, but you don’t stop your movements. He knows his girth is a bit wider than Steve’s but your mouth feels so good, he can’t have you stopping now. Bucky needs a little more though. He switches hands, moving his right now onto your head to keep your movements going, as his left one caress your back. 

“Get on your knees, doll.” Bucky orders, “Put them on the couch under you.” 

You do as instructed, finding it a little difficult considering your position, but after you do it, your neck does start to feel better, not at such a weird angle. Of course, this isn’t why Bucky wanted you like this. 

He reaches back, lifting the bottom of your skirt up so he can kneed your ass, making you squeak around him out of surprise. He pushes your head all the way down with his right hand, making you choke a bit as he leaves you there, his pubes brushing against your cheeks. when he lets you continue your movements, his left hand continues to kneed your ass. 

As he starts to get closer to his high, Bucky starts bucking up into your mouth, making you choke on him more. “Fuck, doll.” Bucky groans, “You sound so good chocking on my cock.”

Unlike Steve, Bucky’s words are far more vulgar, making you feel weird.

“Such a little slut, chocking like this, huh?” He questions, fully fucking your throat now, still kneading your ass. He laughs when you try to protest with a shake of your head, his words making you feel bad. The surprise sound you make when his hand connects with your ass hard, vibrates around his cock, making him finish far faster than he wanted to. He keeps your head down on him as he continues to buck into your mouth, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When all of his cum has been emptied, he lets you up, ordering you to swallow it like Steve does. The running mascara and smeared lipstick on your face makes you look throughly fucked, making him half hard again, but he knows not to push it. You’re still new at all of this. Steve only started making you his for about a month and a half now. 

Bucky can’t help but chuckle at how well the blonde already has you trained, in such a short time. Who would have thought Steve was better at this than him?

Bucky wipes the tear tracks on your face, stopping himself from laughing at the small pout you have. He knows it’s because he called you a slut. Steve informed him he’s only ever treated you like a good girl. But Bucky is a little more mean when it comes to these things. 

“You did such a good job, doll.” Bucky smiles at you, “Such a good girl.” 

“Really?” You question, still pouting. You've never been called a slut before. You didn’t think you were one either. You’re just helping, right? Steve said this was okay. That this was a good thing. 

Bucky nods at you, reassuringly, “Steve will be really pleased you helped me so well.” 

His words do the desired affect, making you feel more at ease and forgetting the words he said earlier. You did help him and Steve has to be proud of you for helping his best friend. Right?”

As if he knew you two were talking about him, Steve walks through the front door, a few grocery bags in hand. He sets the bags down, walking over to where you and Bucky are. He sends a small, ‘really’, look to Bucky, gesturing to the man that his pants were still down, before turning to you. He kneels down in front of you, wiping the smudges lipstick around your mouth, “Did you two have fun?” 

You shrug your shoulders looking over to Bucky before you look back to Steve. The brunette nods his head, “She helped me out real nice, Stevie.” 

Steve raises his brow at you, “That so?” 

You nod your head but still don’t say anything, wondering if he will be mad. You know he told you to never help anyone out like you help him, but he also told you to listen to Bucky. 

Steve puts your fears to rest though when he smiles at you wide, kissing your forehead, “Good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Really?”

“Absolutely.” Steve reassures you, “Bucky is my best friend. You helping him out means so much to me.” 

“You’re welcome.” You smile at him, feeling good due to the praise, and the fact you did the right thing. 

Steve stands back up, gesturing to the kitchen, “Lets go make some dinner, yeah? Then later you can show Bucky how you help daddy out, too.” 

The official announcement from your parents regarding your and Steve’s courtship, brought lots of cheer and congratulations from many of the church members. But there were a few, mostly the single ladies closer to Steve’s age, that were, less-congralutory about it. Sending you dirty looks and side eye glances. 

Sharon Carter was one of those woman. She was known as the most eligible woman in the church. Everyone, including herself, believed eventually, Sharon and Steve would end up together, considering he was the most eligible bachelor. 

Everyone could see Sharon’s affection for the man and they believed Steve was just taking his time. That he would eventually return the affection. No one expected he would start courting you, a woman, 10 years younger than Sharon, who was younger than Steve herself. 

To say Sharon felt scorned by the unexpected announcement was an understatement. She felt, betrayed and disgusted. 

How could he want you over her?

But Sharon could not show her discontent with the circumstances. She could not show her jealousy, for then, she would be seen as the bad guy, rather than you. 

You, who stole what was supposed to be hers. 

She never even saw it coming. Never considered you as a threat. But now she realizes her mistake, and she must find a way to right her wrongs. Sharon believes she deserves the attention, all of the attention you are getting. And she will find a way to get Steve. 

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Costume Crisis | Peter Parker x Daniel Stark (OC)

Fandom: Marvel/MCU Pairings: Daniel Stark (OC) x Peter Parker Summary: A story/write for @lovethedanielhd Halloween 2022 Event. Daniel Stark gets an invitation to Dean’s Halloween party at the old amusement park. Of course he goes with Peter as his plus one figuring it to be a fun night out. And it was…until Loki decided to play some tricks.

TW: Arachnophobia. (Not graphic, just there’s a giant spider.)

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“Wait…so this is where they’re having it?”

Peter looked at the entrance of the abandoned amusement park. The entire place had been abandoned and left to rust and decay a long time ago by the looks of it. He then looked to his boyfriend who held the invitation in his hands. “Yup, this is the place.” Daniel looked up from the invitation to the entrance. “Gotta say…this is both terrifying and pretty cool all at the same time. Well come along.” He wrapped his arm with Peter’s and walked them into the park.

The two boys walk in the abandoned park for a while until they reach the central hub…or at least what was used for the central hub. The part of the park had been decorated with candles, lights, and spooky decorations. Music was playing from a radio and people dressed in costumes were dancing and talking all around them.

“Oh! Daniel! Peter!” The two stopped and turned towards the voice that called out to them. They spotted a person dressed as a vampire waving at them. “Dean! I didn’t recognize you at first. You look great!” Daniel said, smiling and looking over his friend's costume. Dean smiled and did a little circle to show off his costume. “Thanks. So do you two!”

Daniel chuckled and shrugged. “Oh it’s just a little something I conjured up for myself. I’m my Elf Druid from my Dungeons and Dragons campaign.” He also did a little circle to show off his costume. Sure he used magic to conjure it, but it was still cool. “And Peter you look…” Dean began to say but had to hold in a little smile.

“Adorable? Isn’t he just cute?” Daniel said leaning into Peter who was blushing from all the attention. The boy was dressed as…a spider. Of course he was. But it was a really cute and absolutely adorable homemade costume that May had made the moment she heard about the party. “Thanks love. May just really wanted to be involved.”

“That was sweet of her. I think it looks great, and reminds me of the costumes my mom made me.” A new voice said entering the conversation. Steve. The supersoldier was dressed as a werewolf. He handed Dean a cup and gave a quick kiss. “Hi Daniel, Peter, good to see you two again.”

“Thanks Steve. Nice Costume, are you being a good boy?” Daniel said, his Stark side coming out. Steve of course laughed at that and shook his head. “Yeah, you’re Tony’s son alright.” Dean took Steve’s hand. “It looks like there’s a few more guests we have to greet. We’ll talk to you soon.” Daniel and Peter nodded and watched them take off.

Soon both boys were grabbing snacks from one of the tables and chatting with some of the guests. “So what have you been up to?” Damian, Dean’s friends and roommate asked Daniel. The boy shrugged. “Oh you know…not much. Stop a supervillain now and then. Plus running an Empire is a lot of work. Luckily I have a good team of friends and advisors to help me. What about you?” Damian stared at the Stark boy and nodded. “I got a promotion at work.” Daniel smiled and patted his shoulders. “Oh Congratulations!”

After a bit of mingling and socializing, Daniel and Peter found themselves sitting on a bench looking at the rest of the party. “It’s a nice party.” Peter said, taking his boyfriend’s hand. Daniel smiled and squeezed his hand in response. “It is. I’ve just never been a party person. At least not with people I don’t really know. I’m glad you’re here.” Peter hummed with a gentle smile before leaning in and pressed a kiss to the Stark Boy’s lips.

Sadly, the two of them didn’t get to spend much more time like that. “Wait. Something’s wrong.” Peter said. He felt his spidey senses going off. Just as quickly as they started, they were interrupted by a maniacal laugh and people screaming and pointing. Daniel followed the people’s gaze to see a man standing above the main haunted house. Of course it wasn’t just any man. 

It was Loki, ready to spoil the evening. “Why…don’t you all look amazing! Now what’s the line…’trick or treat’? I prefer tricks!” With that Loki began shooting a spell out of his staff. Each blast hits a person. Daniel watched as a person dressed as a cow turned into…well a cow. Then a person dressed as a scarecrow became an actual scarecrow. 

Loki was turning everyone into their costumes!

“We have to stop him!” Daniel said. Peter agreed and as they stood up from the bench, they prepared themselves to fight the Asgardian. However the crowd of party goers went into a panic and in the chaos the boyfriends had been separated. Eventually Daniel was free again, that’s when he saw Peter laying on the ground. Loki took that opportunity and fired his spell at him. “PETER!” Daniel screamed rushing to his boyfriend.

By the time he reached him Peter was already changing. A bright light encased Peter before disappearing. In his place, was a giant spider. “SCRREEE!” The creature let out. It looked around before seeing Daniel. “Peter?” Daniel tried to reach him but in response the creature reared it’s fangs and charged at him

Daniel jumped out of the way just in time. “Peter! It’s me! It’s Daniel!” He tried to reason with Peter, but the boy was nowhere to be found in the eyes of the spider. Just a monster ready to pounce. Daniel quickly stood up and rushed away. The spider of course took chase. Daniel found himself running through the abandoned back alleys of the park buildings until he found a door. He reached the handle and tried to open it…only to find it locked. “Of course it’s locked!” He let out a groan hearing the sound of the spider. He turned to find the spider crawling along the wall quickly getting closer and closer. He looked around to see anything to help and that’s when he found a jar on the ground. He had an idea.

The spider kept getting closer and closer. As it did, Daniel picked up the jar. Once it was in striking distance, the creature leapt off the wall and at Daniel. The witch smirked as lifted his hand and let his magic loose. Once he did, the spider began to shrink down, dwindling smaller and smaller. Soon it landed in the jar a tiny size to which Daniel quickly put the lid on it with breathing holes. With a sad smile he held the jar up to look at the creature. “Sorry Peter. Don’t worry I’ll get you back to normal. For now just sit back and relax.” He used some magic to attach the jar to his belt and also unlocked the door to the building.

From above the haunted house Loki watched the chaos unfold. He had successfully changed everyone at the party into their costumes. It was hilarious seeing some of them and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Some of them will be useful for taking over this world. Oh look, wasn’t that the dear Captain?” He looked at the blonde werewolf that crept around the street sniffing the air. “Well that covers one pain in my side.” He smirked.Perhaps this would be easy?

Back down in the park, Daniel hid in one of the abandoned stalls. He had a good vantage point to see Loki. “What are you up to?” He whispered. He quickly ducked when he noticed Steve getting close. He hid behind the counter as Steve jumped onto it. The werewolf sniffed around and the boy had to think fast. With a wave of his finger a dog squeaky toy was conjured up and tossed away. The toy let out a squeak gaining Steve’s attention. “AWOOOO!” The werewolf let out a howl before chasing the toy. “Again, a good boy.” With Steve distracted, Daniel moved.

Loki gripped his staff a bit tighter and let his magic flow through him. “Soon you all shall serve me and do my bidding.” The trickster stated. He prepared the brainwashing spell but as he spoke the first bits of words, he was shot by an energy blast from behind. “Sorry to interrupt, but I don’t appreciate party crashers.” Daniel said, his hands filled with glowing orbs of magic.

Loki groaned and stood up. “You dare-” Once more another energy blast hit him. Loki was angered by now and started firing back. His own staff shooting spells and energy blasts back toward Daniel who blocked and weaved defending himself. The trickster and Witch fought one another on top of the haunted house. Their spells collide and illuminate the sky in beautiful and profound lights and colors.

After an intense battle Daniel gained the upper hand and was able to knock the staff out of Loki’s hand. The trickster was left on the ground exhausted and defeated. “You might have one today, but I’ll be back and I’ll-” His train of thought was cut off as he was surrounded by light. When it disappeared he was left a frog on the ground. Daniel held Loki’s staff in his hand and looked unimpressed at the frog. “Well you better hop to it then.”

Daniel then walked to the edge of the haunted house’s roof. He looked over the park at all the chaos. The people had been reduced to their costumes, monsters, animals, objects and more. It was a hot mess. He took in a deep breath before holding Loki’s staff close to him and summoned all his magic into it. He thought about breaking the spell. Lifting the staff to the sky, a bright dome of magic shot out and engulfed the park. He watched as everyone returned to their normal forms.

“OOF!” He heard a familiar voice say from behind him. He turned around and smiled seeing Peter rub his head. Peter smiled sheepishly at him. “So…um…sorry for chasing you.” Daniel laughed and pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “It’s alright. I was able to wash the spider out anyway.” Peter groaned at his boyfriend’s joke but smiled nonetheless. 

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“Here you go Thor. Make sure he doesn’t cause trouble again.” Daniel said, handing the frog that was Loki to the God of Thunder. Thor let out a hardy laugh and took the frog. “Of course. I shall return him to Asgard. I’m sure Father will punish him accordingly. Though I feel like your humiliation for him has put him in his place for now.” Thor then summoned the bifrost and was off.

Dean watched Thor leave before walking up to Daniel and Peter. “Hey, thanks you guys for saving the day.” Steve then walked up and held Dean’s shoulder before smiling at them. “We mean it. I’m glad to no longer be covered in fur.” Steve laughed. “It also seems like most people don’t remember what happened or at least think it’s some weird dream.” 

Dean smiled. “Are you guys planning on staying for the costume contest?” Daniel and Peter laughed at that. “Oh, no thanks. I feel like I’ve just dealt with the entire costume store. Honestly I think it’s time for us to return to our universe.” With that Daniel opened a portal behind them. “Thanks for the invite, next time let’s NOT have a loki crisis…or any crisis.” He said pulling Peter into the portal with him. “Deal.” Dean said with a laugh.

Once they were back in the tower in Daniel’s universe they sat on the couch. “That…was enough socializing for me.” Daniel said cuddling up with Peter. “Yeah, I think so too.” The other boys said. As they laid there Tony walked in. “Hey boys. Why don’t you guys go out? You should party or something.” The sound the two boys made had Tony shake his head. “Boys.”

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Describe your MC and their relationship with the LIs

(Taken from one of my now defunct Reddit accounts)

Sadly I don't have any artist skills, but I hope you enjoy him anyway! I feel like I made one or two more MCs over my

My OC's name is a cisgender man by the name of Malachite. He has a buff body type (think 90s/early 2000s superhero build and then scale it back a bit) and is a rather devout young man--not stuffy or naive, though. He hails from Prakra, and is the son of a noble family, with three older brothers and two younger brothers. I haven't established his race; I'm thinking perhaps indigenous American, Pacific Islander, or South Asian inspiration (including Romani). He has a good tan, blue eyes, and silvery-blue hair that goes past his ears (not to mention he's hung and thicc af)

I honestly picture him as a cross between DC comics' Nightwing, Kingdom Hearts' Riku, Marvel's Quicksilver, and a young Ikem/Norem from Avatar: The Last Airbender. His fashion sense is definitely trendy, unique, and cool, dressing in tropical colors. Currently he's clad in a sleeveless multicolored shirt with a clasp or two usually undone to show off his big pecs, tight pants that leave nothing to the imagination, and boots that are very durable. I imagine there are gemstone or feather motifs here and there with intricate patterns throughout his clothes--he's not a boring dresser. I'm kind of thinking he dresses like he's an anime character that just got thrown into the video game "Hades." During the summer months, I imagine he wears green tunic with rainbow accents and matching sandals with a gold band on his thick thighs (I've gotta stop now).

If you wanna know more about his past, just ask.

Relationship with the LIs inside their routes

Lucio--They spoil each other A LOT. Malachite gives into his charm and seduction as well as helping him with his empathy. Given his MANY mistakes, Lucio is kind of on thin ice with people a lot, so when Malachite's family heard of their marriage, they didn't really approve. They were highly critical and accused Lucio of corrupting him, so Lucio has to work hard to improve himself in order to show he's worthy of Malachite's love. That said, it's not one-sided; Malachite doesn't want Lucio to feel like he's always having to better himself. Malachite loves him for who he is: a dramatic, fanciful, adventurous, fashionable semi-himbo. Currently they're the fathers of two daughters and a son.

Nadia--While not naive, Malachite has a kind of innocent outlook, almost like a Disney prince comes to life. Nadia loves how he sees the good in things and is easily entranced by new things. Not to mention his breeding has always taught him to be respectable and professional, making him the ideal consort. Nadia's learned to curb spoiling him so he doesn't feel like a pet, and instead gives it to their child--their only child, given Nadia isn't great with kids but Malachite always wanted one and she didn't want him to have it with a surrogate. Plus she's awakened a naughty side in Malachite, a submissive incubus that seeks only to please her. Needless to say his family approves of her and her family approves of him.

Asra--Their relationship started a little rocky, with their professional relationship having to take the backseat to their romantic relationship. Asra has become less controlling and more open with Malachite, and they've talked about expanding the magic shop and getting apprentices of their own--by which I mean both kids and teaching unrelated kids about the art of magic. I keep picturing "Howl's Moving Castle" with this, though one odMalchite's older brothers (inspired by Marvel's Loki)--who absolutely ADORES Asra--insists he brings his kids to learn from them when they get old enough, and Malachite worries about how Asra and his brother will influence the couple's future kids.

Muriel--I think Muriel goes outside of his comfort zone a lot for Malachite. Staying in his hut frequently, they engage in a lot of physical activity (take that how you will), but Muriel treats him to trips into Vesuvia often. Malachite's family is VERY concerned about him living in the forest away from everyone, and have a Demeter-Persephone relationship whenever they see him. Malachite's style has rubbed off on Muriel, and they live a very sweet life--with more kids than Muriel expected. Seriously, they have four kids and Malachite wants MORE. Good luck with that.

Portia--They were definitely best friends before getting married, and Portia did have to chase away any suitors who came to their door (including a conniving noble who looks like Marvel's Colossus), but when Malachite looks at her, she feels safe and loved. Malachite's frequent acrobatic activity and her constant work for Nadia keep her on her toes, and Pepi is there to quell her concerns most of the time. Malachite's family has their own comments, but they mainly keep it to themselves, with one of Malachite's younger brothers (kinda like Asta from Black Clover) giving them his outspoken support. They both have babies on the brain, but they don't have any--yet. Man, when it happens, Vesuvia won't know what hit it.

Julian--Okay, first off: the therapy relationship had to conclude before the romance TRULY begins. As Julian traveled, he gained fame as an acclaimed actor (when he's not being a scientist), with Malachite right by his side, acting, singing, and dancing. The triplets--three tan sons with auburn hair--are also aspiring actors, and Malachite's family is more than interested in cultivating the next generation's skillset. While weary of Julian's science affiliation (being more on the magic side), they find him a respectable--albeit aloof--man who is good for Malachite.

Relationship with the LIs in a poly route

I'll keep it short: I imagine he's legally married to Nadia since she's the best option position-wise and his family wouldn't protest, but given that I headcanon Lucio and Portia living in the castle as well, he most frequently engages in relations with them. And he has a FWB relationship with Julian, Muriel, and Asra, with the potential to be more. He has several kids, and the family is certainly growing.

Note: when romancing the guys, you can imagine adoption, surrogacy, or mpreg, but I'm just going the mpreg route. Also I imagine a bonus route where Malachite romances Salim and Namar without being a homewrecker.

#reddit #the arcana #nix hydra #fictif #dorian

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

In Another Life Part 1- TASM! Peter Parker x OC

TASM! Peter Parker x Maeve Nadine

Description: Sometimes finding true love means going to another dimension.

Word Count: 2.1k

The dawn finally began to rise as Maeve watched Peter - her Peter, Peter 1 - finally stab the Green Goblin with the anti-serum in the neck from her place beside MJ, Rosemary, Ned and Doctor Strange. A quiet gasp left her lips, though it was drowned out by Norman’s own gasp as he staggered. The group watched as the man fell back on his haunches, a look of recognition on his face.

“Peter?” He questioned softly before his eyes landed on Peter 2. “What have I done?” A relieved laugh left Maeve, MJ, Ned and Rosemary as they watched the man basically surrender to Peter 1. Maeve watched as Peter 3 rushed to Peter 2’s aid, crouching by his side and pressing a hand to the latter’s back. It was probably to feel the stab wound’s severity.

“Maeve,” Rosemary called, effectively catching the girl’s attention. “Can’t you replicate Amy’s power to heal?” The girl thought about it for a moment.

“I don’t know if I can do interchanging powers, but it’s worth a shot,” she answered before sprouting wings from her back (likely mimicking some sort of angel) and flying down to meet the three Peters. The three of them looked up as she approached and they all offered her relieved smiles, though for different reasons.

“Maeve,” Peter 1 greeted, meeting her as she landed.

“How bad is it?” She asked as he led her closer to the other two.

“Pretty bad,” the boy answered anxiously. Maeve’s gaze landed on Peter 2 as her wings disappeared from behind her.

“It’s really not that bad,” the older Peter attempted to soothe as she dropped to her knees beside him. Nevertheless, he turned with Peter 3’s help to allow her to examine the wound. The girl glanced at her hands after looking at the stab wound, then took a deep breath.

“This may feel uncomfortable,” she muttered before pressing a hand to the wound. She offered him an apologetic look when he hissed in pain before focusing her energy on mimicking Amy’s power. After a moment a small glow emitted from the wound and she pulled her hand away. Everyone marveled at the now smooth skin; there wasn’t even a scar to be seen.

“How does it feel?” She asked Peter 3 anxiously. The man reached back to run a hand over where the wound used to be then laughed in disbelief.

“Good as new,” he answered, which made the others breathe a sigh of relief.

“How did you do that?” Peter 2 asked, shock and amazement evident on his face. Maeve shot him a shy smile.

“I can recreate people’s powers by just thinking of them,” she explained.

“That’s so cool,” he breathed out. The two of them shared a smile before a deep and chaotic rumbling was heard. They turned their attention to the sky only to see shadowy silhouettes forming above.

“Is that really happening, or am I dying?” Peter 2 questioned from beside them as all four of them slowly stood up.

“Oh, yeah, no. That’s happening, that’s real,” Peter 3 answered distractedly. Maeve’s gaze went from the sky to where Doctor Strange stood. She watched as he trembled, seemingly attempting to hold the universe itself together.

“Peter,” she trailed off, nodding towards the doctor when Peter 1 faced her. He seemed to understand what she was saying because he nodded then webbed over to him. Peter 2 followed after him, then Peter 3 wrapped an arm around Maeve and followed suit.

“What’s happening?” Peter 1 asked worriedly once they were all there.

“They’re starting to come through, and I can’t stop them,” Strange responded a bit distractedly.

“There’s gotta be something we can do,” Maeve said worriedly.

“Can’t you just cast the spell again? But the original way, before I screwed it up,” Peter 1 continued desperately. Strange just shook his head.

“We’re too late for that. They’re here! They’re here because of you.” Maeve bit her lip anxiously, barely missing when Peter 2 grabbed her hand and offered in a comforting squeeze. It wasn’t fair! They’d only just defeated those multiverse villains and now they had to deal with this. She wanted to cry, in fact she had already been tearing up when-

“What if everyone forgot who I was?” Peter 1 questioned.

“What?!” Strange and Maeve yelled in unison.

“They’re coming here because of me, right? Because I’m Peter Parker?” The boy continued. “So cast a new spell, but this time make everyone forget who Peter Parker is. Make everyone forget... me.” The doctor immediately refused, much to the girl’s relief. But the youngest Peter persisted.

“But it would work, right?”

“Yeah, it would work. But you gotta understand that would mean that everyone who knows and loves you, we,” Strange paused when his voice caught in his throat. “We’d have no memory of you. It would be as though you never existed.”

“I know,” the boy nodded, looking resigned. “Do it.” After a moment, Doctor Strange reluctantly nodded.

“You better go and say your goodbyes. You don’t have long,” he muttered. Peter thanked him then moved to leave, but paused when the man spoke.

“Call me Stephen.” Peter stopped, then faced him.

“Thank you, Stephen.” The doctor smiled.

“Yeah... still feels weird.” Peter smiled back, then moved towards the other two Peters and Maeve.

“Hey! Uh... I think this is it. I think you guys are about to go home,” he muttered, which reminded Maeve of the harsh reality. Peter 2 wasn’t from this universe, she would never be able to see him again. It seemed that the man also realized that because he squeezed the girl’s hand once again as he responded.

“Alright,” he muttered.

“Okay,” Peter 3 responded at the same time.

“Um, look, I, uh... thank you! I just want to- I want you- I want to tell you that... I really don’t know how to say this, I-” Peter 1 stumbled, not knowing how to say what he wanted to say to the other two Peters.

“Peter…” Peter 2 was cut off by the youngest.

“I want you to know that I’m-” he continued, which made all three of them smile.

“Peter,” Maeve caught his attention.

“You know. It’s what we do,” said with a knowing grin. Peter 1 returned his smile.

“Yeah. It’s what we do. Um... Right, I gotta find Rosemary, and Ned and MJ,” he spoke, moving to turn away. He quickly turned back around and hugged the other Peters, thanking them profusely. Once they pulled away, Peter 1 faced Maeve. She offered him a teary smile and let go of Peter 2’s hand to pull the younger boy into a tight hug.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” she muttered, voice cracking. Though she’d only known Peter for a few years, she couldn’t deny their sibling-like bond.

“I know,” Peter muttered quietly as he hugged her back. “I’ll miss you too.” After another minute of holding onto each other, they pulled away and she wiped away her tears.

“You should probably go find your friends,” she muttered, earning a nod from the boy. After offering her one last hug before jogging over to his friends and Rosemary. Once he was far enough from them, Peter 2 looked at her and Peter 3.

“I’ll give you guys some space,” he said before webbing back over to where Norman sat now with Doc Ock. Maeve’s eyes stayed on him for a minute as she debated on what to say to the boy beside her.

It was no secret that they’d gotten significantly closer since they’d met in Ned’s grandmother’s house. Before meeting Peter 3, she’d never believed in the concept of ‘love at first sight.’ But, to be fair, she didn’t know if it counted as such. Sure, she found him attractive when they first met, but it was just that. Then she watched him sympathize with her Peter, something she had experienced since she had been close with Tony Stark. That’s when it felt like something more. It was obvious that he felt the same way, though it wasn’t shown until they’d arrived at the Statue of Liberty. Now, they were faced with these feelings and the fact that they might never see each other ever again. It felt like there was so much she wanted to say, yet not enough time.

“I guess this is it, huh?” Is what she ultimately settled on. She knew it was lame, but that was honestly the best she could come up with.

“Yeah,” Peter 3 replied. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was very unsure. Maeve nodded, offering him a weak smile when he looked at her. They stared at each other for a split second, then in the blink of an eye they were hugging. She could tell that he was trying not to use all his strength to hug her at the risk of breaking her back, but his grip on her was pretty tight. It wasn’t like she could say anything though, she was hugging him with the same amount of pressure.

“It was amazing to meet you,” she said softly, holding him tighter (if that were even possible at this point. “I’ll never forget you, Peter Parker.”

“And I will never forget you, Maeve Nadine,” he muttered into her ear. “Of course mine will actually be true because my memory won’t be erased or whatever that doctor is about to do.” That made Maeve laugh. It was a bittersweet, almost sad laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. When she lifted her chin from his shoulder their heads drew closer until their foreheads touched Maeve was ready to cry again as she stared into his deep brown eyes, she didn’t want to have to say goodbye. It felt like the multiverse was offering her everything she wanted then ripping it away as if it were some sick joke. Her eyes fell closed in an attempt to prolong the tears waiting to break loose. It wasn’t until she heard Rosemary speak that she opened them again.

“Isn’t there anything you could do?” At first she assumed that the girl was talking about Peter 1’s situation, but that was thrown out the window when Strange answered.

“It’s too dangerous, especially after all that’s happened. I’m already sending those guys back to their universes, it’s too risky for Maeve to go with them.” His response broke the girl’s heart, and she found herself holding on tighter to Peter 3.

“Please, doctor,” the younger girl begged softly. "If the person you loved was forced to be apart from you, wouldn't you try to do anything to be with them?" The man sighed and finally looked away from the sky long enough to look at Peter 3 and Maeve. The girl knew he was thinking about Ingrid, and he was putting her and himself in the situation. Strange sighed deeply.

“There’s a split second between when the spell is cast. If I’m quick enough I could probably open a portal for her after everyone else goes back to their universe,” he ultimately answered. Immediately hope shot through Maeve and she quickly pulled away from Peter 3.

“Are you serious?” She asked hopefully, earning a nod from Strange as he faced her.

“Yes, but there’s a catch.” The others groaned internally. Of course there was.

“What is it?” Peter 3 asked hesitantly.

“Because you’re not from this universe, you won’t be affected by the spell, but Maeve will be. I’m opening the portal after everyone but me loses their memories about our Peter. There’s a high chance that she won’t remember you. If things go right she’ll regain her memories when she sees something and/or someone familiar, like you. It’ll be up to you to find her though. Do you understand?” Peter 3 nodded immediately, a wide smile already on his face.

“Yeah, I got it.” Strange nodded at him, then his eyes landed on Maeve.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Once you’re in his universe, I won’t be able to bring you back. Especially with my memories replaced,” he questioned. The girl didn’t think twice before nodding.

“I want to do this,” she answered without hesitation, taking Peter 3’s hand. Strange nodded, then offered her a small smile.

“It was nice knowing you,” he spoke sincerely, offering her one more acknowledging nod before continuing the spell. Upon facing Peter 3 again she was pulled into another hug.

“I’ll find you, I promise,” he muttered into her shoulder.

“You better,” she jokes weakly as they pull away. She could already see the multiverse villains beginning to fade away behind him. As if sensing that their time was coming to an end, Peter 3 began leaning in. Before his lips could touch hers, she pressed a finger to them. He looked at her, confused, but she just smiled.

“Save it for when you find me,” she practically whispered. The boy laughed quietly and nodded before settling on kissing her forehead just before he finally faded away, leaving her standing alone. Everything went black for Maeve after that.

#spiderman #no way home #the amazing spider man #tasm!peter x oc #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter imagine

[warlordfelwinter]

🕰️ for ellwood, 🍵 for fiver, 🗺️ for celeste!

[20 OC Questions]

these questions make me write longer answers than usual so I'll throw them under a cut lmao

🕰️ Has there been an event that happened in your OCs past that affects their future or one that they think about still? Is this a bad event or a good one? What are a few of their childhood memories they can recall?

Hm. I really haven't considered Ell's past before they came to the Neath beyond "it might be funny if they're American" but that isn't settled either. Maybe they were a street urchin. That might go some way to explain their general scrappiness and their soft spot for the urchins of London (given they don't seem to give a shit about anyone else). On the more recent time frame there have been... plenty of events that have happened since they've come to the Neath that continue to affect them. The sudden prevalence of black edged cards in my deck being only one evidence of that sjfkdlsng. They've seen and experienced a lot of wild shit that still affects them just in the process of chasing the Marvellous, not to mention unrelated things like the Sugarplum incident.

🍵 Are there any rumours about your OC hanging around? Nasty ones or just good humoured? Got any gossip to share about them?

Ohhhh absolutely. There have to be. He's the Warrior of Light, after all, savior of the planet. I mean, during the Garlemald section of Endwalker, you get a hint of the sort of nasty, propagandist, rumors that have been spread about the WoL in the Empire. I'm sure plenty of those hang around, painting him as a monster or a murderer. Elsewhere, probably also infinite rumors about his relationships with the other Scions or other non-Scion important npcs (gotta be people who think there's something between him and Aymeric). Any gossip who knows about Rava culture probably has speculated why he left. There's gotta be conspiracy theories too, like people who think he must be a primal or maybe he's secretly actually Hydaelyn or Zodiark or etc etc, just given the impossible things he's accomplished.

🗺️ Does your OC like going on adventures? Have they ever discovered something really interesting and significant or are they just too busy getting lost? Where is their favourite place they’ve been? Least favourite?

He loves going on adventures! He's become sort of a freelance adventurer to make extra money (though lately gold occasionally just mysteriously manifests in his house if he's struggling financially. Asmodeus claims to know nothing about it, just one of life's little mysteries, he says). But, yes, Celeste is a very adventurous person. He loves seeing new places and experiencing new things and he has a really broken basically non-existant sense of self-preservation so he doesn't get scared off by things like "threats of death". Generally, he's too busy getting lost (read: he might discover something significant if I ever play him in a game but right now I'm trying not to pile too much crap into his backstory lmao). He has ADHD and also actively enjoys getting lost, so he doesn't put a lot of effort into stopping it from happening. He has a tough time choosing a favorite place he's ever been (read: I can't decide), though continuing with his contradictory personality, probably Baator is high on the list. He's been there at least once, to Malbolge, specifically Glasya's palace and did not see much of the rest of the landscape (which is... interesting), but his enjoyment of it was how new and strange it was. His least favorite would probably be the Elturel - Baldur's Gate area just because the time he spent there was after his family was killed and. you know. Bad Memories.

#i'm gifting celeste my personality trait of being strangely fascinated with the nine hells and devils #and also i'm now just thinking about all the insane rumors that have to be going around about fiver #ask games #replies #xivu-arath #oc: ellwood callan #oc: fiver #oc: celeste

[luciddreamslikeelectricity]

ykw I've been saying for a long time that Bucky Barnes has gotten shit writing & treatment from marvel since 2015 so finding out a bunch of guys on twitter noticed the same thing. it proves in not crazy LOL, ever since that alanna superwholock fangirl got out on something shifted

it's like marvel saw Bucky's popularity jump from a genuinely top tier TWS adaptation in the MCU, but then got some higher up(maybe after the exec shake up that happened then) got mad at his new popularity and decided to start sidelining & scuttling character in 2015. & what crazy is not even the MCU adaptation that popularized him stayed safe writingwise, something on an exec-level gotta be happening

2015 def seems like the turning point, all good ideas for him and actual depth of character got thrown out the window and they just ride the wave of popularity of ppl who just vaguely like the Winter Soldier character design and make a random ass OC that's just a white guy a long hair and put it onto actual official comic pages for only a certain type of fangirl to screenshot and act like it's the best thing ever no matter how worse the writing keeps getting for him lol

sorry I don't know who that superwholock girl is 😶

is 2015 the year brubaker stopped writing him? I personally don't think anyone else has written him well (except maybe a few moments here and there). I'm not even a huge fan of mcu bucky (mostly because of the fandom tbh & because he has overshadowed more interesting characters like Sam) but I definitely think they did him super dirty after catws - the foundation was strong & it looks like they didn't know what to do & making a civil war movie was the wrong choice for so many reasons, but also because of what it did to bucky's character (and literally everyone else's but this isn't about them).

I think the mcu was, ultimately, not the right fit for the character (disney, for one, and also the homogenous nature of the films does not really allow for any stories that are unique/ serious/ introspective to be told & this is why barely any of their projects are actually good, quality-wise).

I know they made some weird choices with 616 bucky (space, thunderbolts etc.) but the characterization always felt off to me & also, there are much better stories that can be told with him. I feel like lately, he's kind of just been there (I need him to be free of the "cap-fam") & whatever lanzing & kelly did and are still doing had some potential imo but unfortunately, they can't write & they don't know bucky at all.

I feel like they need to bring brubaker back or at least hire writers who believe in doing research before writing a character.

#anonymous #I mostly think he was sidelined because he isn't very interesting when he's steve's partner but they insisted on keeping them together due #to their popularity among mcu fans maybe?

[learebeccasmultiverse]

Title: I Love You, Always Forever

Pairing: BestFriend!Stephen Strange x OC!Rebecca (Marvel Studios/MCU)

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Rebecca came to the Sanctum to take a break from her annoying colleagues and friends. However what she got there was just another one of her annoying colleagues and friends. But like always, Stephen was handling things a little different and made her feel less under pressure to change some things in her life.

Her love life, to be precise. It's been 2 years since they defeated Thanos for good. Seven years have passed since Loki died. And since that time Rebecca never wanted another relationship. She never recovered from this loss. She was fine with the fact that she probably never fell in love again. But her closest friends, her Avengers, weren't.

And neither was Stephen, her best friend out of all of them. And right now he was yet again trying to change her mind about this.

"You really should start dating again. You cannot sit at home and watch all the couples come and go while mourning what you had. You gotta put yourself out there, find a nice guy and settle down with him!"

Rebecca laughed repellent. If there's one way he certainly wasn't getimg her dating again, then it was telling to do it. Yet he obviously wasn't the only one with the same idea.

"Funny, Clint told me exactly the same three days ago. I really wonder why you're so concerned about my love life!"

Rebecca was running low on patience after being told the same thing over and over again.

"Rebecca, I care about you in every way. You're like a sister to me. I love you and there's nothing in the world that would make me stop being concerned about you. I know that what you and Loki had was something for a lifetime and beyond. Loki-"

"LOKI WAS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, LIKE YOU SAID! He got taken away from me by Thanos! I CAN'T love anyone the same ever again!"

She finally snapped, tears forming in her eyes. She felt bad for yelling at him after he said all those heartwarming words. Overstrained with this situation, she began to cry, making Stephen feel really bad about scratching open those scars she would probably never fully recover from. He walked closer to her and just held her in his warm arms for a moment so she could sob into his chest. After a moment, he decided to speak again. He didn't know what exactly to say however, so he decided to say what seemed fit for him right now.

"I give you one thing, you didn't end up like Wanda even though the only person that you loved got murdered. That's a good thing."

Rebecca chuckled, looking up at him. Seeing her mood lift slightly made him smile too. Surprised that it actually did help her state, he continued nonetheless, yet cautiously, since she was still very sensitive.

"What's your secret? Meditation?"

Rebecca laughed softly at that and shook her head.

"Why does it always have to be meditation?"

Stephen laughed and shrugged, loosening the grip around her a little so he could properly look her into the eyes.

"I don't know. Just guessing."

Rebecca dried her tears and calmed herself down a bit.

"If you want to know how I managed not to loose my mind like her then I'll be happy to enlighten you. It's a simple question.Would've Loki wanted this? That I turn against my friends and destroy everything and everyone because of my devastating loss and turn into a monster? The question is self explanatory."

Stephen admired her way of thinking and how strong she had been the past 7 years. Loki died, then Nat died, then Tony. And she had to withstand two nerve wracking battles against Thanos. All while she managed to stay herself and not get lost in sheer anger, devastation and vengeance. Without a warning Stephen hugged her tightly again, resting his chin on her left shoulder.

This woman deserved all the love and support in the world.

"Whatever happens, whatever the future holds, you know that I'm always here for you. Wherever I am, is your safe place."

Rebecca nodded and hugged him around his middle, pulling him even closer.

"I know. And I'm endlessly thankful for that. I'm happy that after all of this shit that happened I still have you... It feels so good that after so much change some things stayed the same. But please promise me that you will never tell me that I have to get a boyfriend again. Can you do that?"

"I have to be honest with you, it's gonna be difficult to not approach this matter, but I'll definitely restrain myself more often in future if it bothers you so much."

Rebecca nodded and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Stephen. And I love you too."

#my ocs #dr strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #marvel studios #marvel cinematic universe #mcu

[fairytalefantasia]

all I really want is to develop my Marvel OCs but I’m NERVOUS

#ooc #tbd #i thought I caught the rona earlier this week so I didn’t come back #but maybe I will this week #i just gotta stop thinking about Marvel OCs

[raekleindogpaintings]

Might fuck around and associate many classic paintings with my Transformers OCs

#this is particularly about Moonbeam #I keep drawing him posing like Selene by Albert Aublet #just small crooked drawings because I can't stop thinking about that marvelous bitch #he's my favourite Mary Sue #I associate many paintings with Hazy & Ss #like Romantic Encounter and La Belle Dame Sans Merci #Frank Dicksee's painting. gotta be specific #shut up they're in love #and basically every time I see a painting with a knight I think of Hazy Morning #knight of the flowers? Hazy Morning! #there's literally a scen inspired by the Knight of The Flowers #Joan D'Arc? Hazy Morning #St George and the Dragon? Hazy Morning #and there's a scene with Cumulous Cloud carrying Alicia that makes me think of ​Michaelangelo's La Piata #*​Peita #and Lament for Icarus also inspired another scene #they're on the battle field and Acid Rain in gravely injured #Sutura is pulling his body away from the dangers and crying as Wildside who was injured too stands beside her #I just want to talk about my ocs #writing #I should make a separate tag for them #im happy now #a fuckton of ocs #very reliable posts

[bnha-dumpster]

Alright I’m back mate and boy do I have something. So imagine all of them (boys of the bakusquad) wanting Y/n, and they’ve talked about this together to try and come up with a way to get closer to him. So they decide that in order to get closer to him, one of them (you can decide) has to get into a relationship with Y/n’s sister. (Sister could be an OC, a character, or just a sister insert) This way, all of them can get into his their house without it being suspicious. Y/n’s sister doesn’t really think much about it, but the four of them always tease and borderline flirt with Y/n while they’re there. Don’t think they didn’t notice you blushing. So one day when his sister and parents aren’t home, they all decide to visit, knowing that Y/n is home from college that weekend, and all alone. Deciding that this will be the day that they bring him to bed, each have their turn with him, and milk him till he just can’t come anymore. (Dub-con? Y/n clearly wants it- who wouldn’t lol?)

Just realized that if you dislike some female character in the show, you could just use them as the sister lol. Also sorry my request is kinda long for this, but thanks if you decide to do it! I appreciate it.

oh i love this request so much! may have had a bit too much fun with this and got carried away

pairing: bakusquad (- mina) x male reader content tags: group sex, milking, double penetration, face fucking, male squirting, creampie, sex toys, praise, light degradation, electro stim play word count: 2.5k

The day Sero started dating your younger sister was a weird one. You’d never felt too protective over her considering she’s only a year younger and a hero, but seeing her hold hands with your classmate lit something inside you. It’s why whenever Sero wanted to come over, you’d beg for the rest of the Bakusquad to join him. You thought it was a way to protect your sister. You thought you were doing a good job. Yeah, you thought a lot of things.

Then they started teasing you- even Sero. The four of them love to tease you and act flirtatious with you. Even with Maiko in the room, they all find a way to tease you and not gain any suspicion from her. Their hands wander places where they shouldn't and you can't do anything but give them a stern look as you swat their hands away, blush apparent on your face. You don't know what they're doing but it gives extremely mixed messages.

But you think you finally understand when they show up unannounced, all four grinning as they push their way into your house.

“How long are we gonna let Bakugou eat his face?” 

As soon as the four of them got you in your room, Bakugou pounced on you. He’s holding you by your hips, grinding himself against you. His mouth is smashed against yours, teeth clashing as he devours your mouth with his tongue. You don’t have much of a choice but to go along with it. It’s not like you hate this. Rather, you’re enjoying this way too much. 

“We can get everything set up while they’re eating each other’s faces.” Sero shrugs as he pulls out the contents of the bag. Lube, towels, toys, said toys being Kaminari’s suggestion. “Why’d you bring a cock ring? I thought the goal was to milk him?” 

“It’s for us! Gotta last longer for him, right?” 

“For once you make a good point.” Kirishima pulls Bakugou away from you by his hair, earning a growl. “Stop hogging him, bro.”

“Fine.” 

Kirishima helps you towards the bed, sitting you down on the edge of it. He tugs your sweatpants down, slowly taking your clothes off. You definitely need a breather and the redhead is more than happy to give you one. He does all of the work for you, lifting your legs and body with his strength so all you have to do is sit there. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as you catch your breath. Besides your heavy breathing, you can hear the other three taking their own clothes off. The rustling of their clothes falling to the floor is as quiet as it’ll be from now on.

Your cock springs out of your boxers, almost completely hard from Bakugou’s actions. It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you’re turned on. They just think it’s cute.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to taste him?” 

The blond in question nods eagerly and nearly trips over himself to replace Kirishima’s spot between your legs. He’s already excited, cock hard and slapping against his stomach. Does the thought of giving you head really turn him on that much? 

Apparently it does. He lets out a small moan when he grabs your cock and pumps it a few times. You can see his eyes dilate and his mouth is open slightly as he admires it. And when he finally takes it in his mouth, it feels like he’s practiced for this. 

“Fuck, Denki-” His mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue doing its best to wrap around the shaft as he bobs his head. You weave your hands into his hair and help him take you deeper. You’re not huge, but you do know it might take a bit to take all of you. 

Then he moans. The vibrations go straight to your core and your shove his face flush against your hips. He gags around your cock but doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, he looks up at you with eyes that scream for you to keep going. You’re not the type of person to refuse someone, so you give him exactly what he wants. 

You take hold of his head and move it up and down, using his mouth as a toy. Kaminari moans each time your cock hits the back of his throat. The two of you are caught up in the moment to the point where you don’t notice Sero coming up behind you. The hero begins to kiss along your neck, hands going to grope at your chest. Finger pinch your nipples harshly and you let out a surprised moan. 

“Hanta, what are you doing?” 

“Your chest looked a little lonely.” He hums and continues to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them as he kisses your neck. You’re not sure what Kirishima and Bakugou are doing but you can’t focus on it, not when you’re reaching your end. Your hips stutter and you press Kaminari’s face against you as much as you can. The blond’s eyes roll back into his head as you cum, shooting ropes down his throat. You can feel him swallow it all and the sensation makes you groan. 

Kaminari removes himself from your cock with a pop, face red. Tears and drool cover his face and it’s oddly endearing. 

“Alright, Kirishima?” Sero grabs you by your hips and pulls you with him further onto the bed. He rests against the headboard and continues to tease your nipples. Kirishima crawls in front of you, a bottle of lube in hand. You know what he’s going to do but it doesn’t make you any less anxious.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” The redhead rubs comforting circles into your inner thigh, smiling at you. You watch him pour some lube onto his fingers and circle your hole gently. He watches your face as he begins to push one finger in. There’s a moment of surprise when it goes in without much protest, you looking to the side to avoid his stare. You’re thankful that he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he just pushes another finger inside you.

It takes a few tries before he manages to find that soft spot inside you. You let out a whimper and your hips move away. Bakugou is more than happy to sit on your stomach, keeping you in place. 

The blond takes this chance to devour your mouth once more. This time you moan and kiss back with as much need as he does. His erection grinds against your stomach as you kiss. You reach down to pump his cock a few times, enjoying the feeling of how hot and heavy it is in your hand. Bakugou swats your hand away and glares at you, pulling back.

Kirishima is eager to fuck you. He pulls his fingers out after barely prepping you and slathers his own cock with lube. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to, but he sheathes himself inside you a little too quickly. A small yelp leaves you and three sets of eyes land on the redhead. The three heroes stare at him for a moment before turning their eyes back to you. 

“Sorry he’s being so rough...” Sero leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he soothes you, “We’ve just wanted to fuck you for so long.” 

Bakugou moves off of you, sitting beside you as Kirishima begins to move slowly. Kaminari has settled on the other side of you, one hand cupping your balls and the other teasing the head of your limp cock. 

A small shock goes through you. It’s from Kaminari’s hand, the blond stimulating you back to hardness with his hands. The shocks are sent through both your cock and balls. You squirm and whimper, the head of your cock twitching pathetically with each shock. Even if it’s not hard, it still weeps precum all over your abdomen. 

Then the redhead’s pace gets rough. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, making sure your hips meet before he pulls out. Your overwhelmed by the stretch of your walls and how Kirishima seems to be rubbing against all the right spots inside you. There’s even a small bump that appears whenever he’s fully inside you. It pokes out of your stomach and the other three marvel at how hot it is. 

Kaminari’s shocks finally bring your cock back to life. It stands at attention, tip swollen and red. He lets go of it and watches it slap against your stomach, precum smearing over the skin. 

“Relax for us, Y/N.” 

You don’t know what Kaminari means until you see something in Bakugou’s hand. It’s metal and long but you don’t exactly know what it is. At least, until the blond begins to circle it around the head of your dick. There’s no warning for your when he prods the slit of your cock with it, slowly inching the rod inside you. It’s a strange feeling but it doesn’t hurt. For a moment you think it’s not so bad, but then Bakugou presses a button.

“Wha-” The rod is vibrating. Your back arches off the bed and tenses, a confused moan escaping you. Sero leans down to capture your lips, kissing you gently compared to Bakugou. Both blond heroes are tending to your nipples, each one has a nipple in their mouth. Bakugou’s hand is wrapping around the base of your cock, pumping it gently. Kaminari is once again fondling your sack, giving it small squeezes and shocks to stimulate you. 

And you cum, you cum hard. Strangled moans are muffled by Sero’s lips. Your cock twitches and cum leaks out past the rod, dribbling down your shaft slowly. It’s a strangle climax. It doesn’t come out like it usually does and everywhere is being touched. You don’t get to come down from your high either- it just keeps going. They don’t stop what they’re doing, the only thing changing being the way Kirishima’s thrusts grow erratic. 

He releases inside you and you can vaguely feel warmth filling you. It feels empty when he pulls out, your hole clenching around nothing. Kirishima takes a moment to spread your ass to watch his cum leak out a little. 

“Who’s next?” 

Sero releases your lips and removes himself from behind you, letting Kirishima take his place. He situates between your legs and ruts his cock against your ass. He can feel your hole clenching each time he brushes the head of his cock against it. Your body is so needy and he can’t possibly refuse you. 

He’s longer than the redhead, that’s for sure. Not as thick, but definitely longer. Sero reaches deeper and touches places you didn’t think could be touched. His pace is slow, watching the way your hole so eagerly swallows his cock. You’re clenching and trembling so much from the overstimulation, the vibrating rod still abusing your limp cock. 

“Good boy, good boy, Y/N.” Kirishima praises you as tears fall from your eyes. It blurs between pain and pleasure and you don’t know how to process it. You cling to his words, holding into his arms as he shushes you. “We’re so proud of you. You’re so good for us, so good. We’ll take such good care of you.” 

You’re mouth is left unattended. Moans and sobs fill the room, a line of drool coming out of your mouth. You can’t form any words either. They’re enamored by it, staring at how you’ve come undone just after two times. A thin layer of sweat covers your body and it makes you look shiny, you practically glow.

“Fuck, so tight- you’re so tight, Y/N.” Sero’s words barely register. Something is building in your core as Kaminari begins to send larger shocks through your sack. They make your cock twitch more than it already is. The constant vibrations inside your urethra are making your cock vibrate and twitch even when it’s soft. 

“Kaminari.” The hero fucking you catches the blond’s attention. He puts a finger in your ass and tugs it open a little more. “Think you can fit?” 

The absence of Kaminari’s lips and hands don’t register right away, especially when Bakugou begins to pinch your abandoned nipple. Your haze is lifted somewhat when you feel your ass stretching just a bit more. The blond is slowly pushing his cock inside, joining Sero in your tight hole. The stretch alone forces another orgasm through you without even getting hard, more cum leaking past the rod. 

As Kaminari sheathes himself completely, the other hero stills. They don’t move for a bit, they let you get used to having both of them inside you. 

“What a good boy. You’re taking them so well, taking them just like we know you could.” Kirishima’s words soothe you. “They’re going to make you feel even better.” 

Then they start moving. The two of them alternate thrusts, moving slowly and carefully. Your belly bulges from the stretch and Kirishima reaches down to rub the bulge, groaning at the feeling. His cock twitches with arousal behind you. But he’s had his turn and you need comfort. 

Your prostate is being pressed against constantly. It’s a never-ending stimulation of your most sensitive spots. You hold onto Kirishima as tightly as you can as a rush of warmth goes through you. The feeling isn’t the same as an orgasm and you lift your head up for a brief second to see clear fluid gush out of your cock past the rod. 

“Oh my god, he just squirted.” Kaminari stares down at you in wonder as he fucks you, grabbing your cock and pumping it. Your stomach is covered in whatever you let out. Bakugou moves himself down to lick at it, curious to its taste. It’s not pleasant, but not unpleasant either. 

And the blond is hard, impatient for his turn. As much as he wants to fuck you properly, he needs release. He turns your head to face him, his cock gently slapping against your face. Your mouth is already open and he begins to slide it inside. The moans and sobs you make vibrate around his cock, making him feel amazing. It’s difficult to keep himself from fucking your face like you did with Kaminari but he knows that a slow pace is better. 

The head of his cock presses against the back of your throat and you gag before he pushes deeper. Your face meets his pelvis for a few seconds before he pulls out. Bakugou is looking down at you as your eyes flutter closed, mouth stretched to fit his cock inside of it. You look so cute, so eager to please him. Your head must be a mess right now. 

“Damn, I’m cumming already. This is amazing.” 

The blond fucking your ass stills inside you, cum filling you. Sero is still going, his pace slow and deep. He’s nowhere near done and has more stamina than the other three. Taking it slow and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of your ass is how he wants to go. 

More cum leaks out of your cock and finally, the rod is pulled out. Cum practically pours out once the rod is fully out. It pools on your stomach and mixes with the fluids from your squirting. 

Your head is a mess, a haze of pleasure. You don’t know what’s going on besides how good you feel from all of them. You don’t care anymore. They can do whatever they want with you. 

#bakusquad x reader #bakusquad x male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha x reader smut

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It's not easy having yourself a good time

we're on a double-date with other people... why are we kissing? you're not my date

Credit for prompt to

Hypnos x reader (modern!College!au)

Word count: 2.7

Warning: some dating violence on OC's side. Wrist grabbing, slurs and controlling behavior.

Summary: this was the worst date of your life. Thankfully it's also Hypnos' worst date ever.

A/N: here have this fic. I had yandere! Hypnos I was working on but it's giving me issues (it was supposed be under 1k but it keeps growing).

Also, I am open to requests but will rejected any I don't feel comfortable doing.

No beta.

Thank and I hope you enjoy.

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You regret everything.

You stared at the plate of food you didn't order, some sad little salad that somehow smelled greasy.

Why did you let yourself get talked into a group date? You know why, you thought your friend was going to try to set up with your lab partner, Hypnos.

You looked at the bubbles in your sparkling water, another thing you didn't order and wondered if the person you were with would ever stop talking.

You glanced up at the group at the table. Across from you with his own date next to him, was Hypnos who was frowning at your date.

At least you had one sane classmate with you. Hypnos had been your lab partner since the first day in senior year and honestly you had thought at first your friend was setting you up with Hypnos. If you had known it was with someone else, you would have bail.

Charlie was a nice person you told yourself and your friends thought they would be great for you. Charlie was just… maybe they didn't know you don't order people's food for them.

"Look what I'm saying, Hypnos, is that maybe that YouTuber guy shouldn't be called out as much. Not his fault people can't take jokes anymore." Your date, Charlie, said loudly across the table to Hypnos who just raised a brow.

You rolled your eyes, You weren't going to let your friends pick a date for you ever again.

"Alright buddy. Whatever you say." Hypnos shrugged.

Hypnos' date and fellow classmate leaned across Hypnos, her breasts pressed against his arm. You looked away, poking at your food. You certainly were not jealous, you told yourself.

"Come on, guys. Let's talk about something else." she whined. The other two couples that came along echoed their agreement.

Hypnos grimaced and sat up taller, making the girl sit up as well. You felt kinda bad for both you and Hypnos. Clearly neither one of you guys were getting on with your dates.

You looked toward your friend, hoping she would notice how poorly everything was going. You rolled your eyes when she was clearly lost in her own world, feeding her partner french fries.

Too bad your date wasn't with Hypnos. You thought he was actually cute back when You first saw him, if not a little odd looking with white curls and heavy lidded eyes. Now, you couldn't imagine a more handsome person.

You found your eyes kept going back to him throughout dinner. Especially when he pushed his hoodie sleeves up, showing off his forearms.

The table moved on to some marvel movie or something but you were drifting in and out. You kept checking your watch in hopes that you could end the night soon without being rude.

You could feel someone was watching you and you looked up to Hypnos' golden eyes looking at you. He glanced at the group, back at you and rolled his eyes. You smiled in agreement but quickly covered it up with your hand.

Hypnos pointed toward your plate with the uneaten food, eyebrows rised in a questioning way.

You tilted your head toward your date who was loudly having another argument over some tv show with one of the guys there.

Hypnos looked at your date for a second before he sneaked you his untouched plate of pancakes.

You mouthed, 'Are you sure?' and he nodded, pointing at a plate of mostly eaten omelet.

You mouthed a quick thank you and dug in. You were half though the plate of pancakes when your date noticed.

"Wait, where did you get the pancakes?" Charlie asked, "You know how fattening all that carbs and sugar are? I like my dates to be healthy."

"What?" You asked flatly. Did you really hear what you just did? Hypnos and his date were both staring at Charlie. Hypnos looked furious and You saw the girl send you a pitying look.

"Oh. come on, you know I don't mean it like that."

You suddenly lost any appetite you had and pushed the plate of food away. You looked toward your friend who remained blissfully unaware of your pain.

Your date swung an arm on your shoulders, you sighed annoyed at the causal possiveness. You only knew them for like two hours but they were already acting like you were going steady.

"Ready to hit the club, Y/N?" Your date asked.

You almost groaned, you had forgotten about the stupid club.

"Uh, sure. Yeah." You tried to wiggle your date's arm off but no dice. You thought you saw Hypnos send a disapproving look at your date but you weren't sure. No point getting your hopes up.

As you exited the diner, Hypnos tripped; knocking into your date and their arms off your shoulders.

Grateful for the excuse, you took a few steps out of their reach.

"Oops, my bad." Hypnos smiled widely, and gave a shoulder pat to your date who glared at him. "Just watch it alright?" Your date snapped as they made it to the carpool.

In the car, you peeked at Hypnos who just winked at you. You didn't hide your smile this time.

The club did nothing to improve your date or your mood. The loud bassy music was almost too loud to hear anyone and your date kept trying to get you to stay on the dance floor.

You were able to duck out of their hold and pointed to the table. They tried to tell you something but You didn't stick around.

You almost fell into the booth, your feet were throbbing and you just wanted to go home. You could just see your homework growing by the hour.

"Need water?" Hypnos asked. You looked up, "Oh I didn't know you were at the table. Yes please."

He handed you an icy cold bottle and you moaned at how good it tasted. He laughed and you blushed, feeling foolish.

"Sorry, thank you." You took a slip, without moaning this time thankfully.

Hypnos went back to his phone, fingers moving quickly. "No problem."

"Where is… um what was her name?" You asked, trying not to look at Hypnos too much. How dare he look this good in the club' dim lighting.

"Oh I forgot her name. But she is doing fine. Told me she was going home with her ex." He pointed to the dance floor where the girl was dancing against another guy, their mouths glued together.

You looked back at him, but he already was back to texting on his phone. He didn't seem upset at all.

"I'm sorry, Hypnos." You said awkwardly, not sure of what to make of this whole night.

"Don't be. I'm not." He shrugged. You couldn't help but notice how nicely the red hoodie fit him.

"I will admit though I don't think I will be trusting our friend's matchmaking skills after tonight." Hypnos looked at you, his amused smile made you smile in return.

"You and I both." You murmured your agreement.

You finished off your drink, eyeing him.

After a few more minutes, your willpower broke.

"Okay I gotta know. It has been months since I met you and it is bugging the crap out of me." You leaned forward to him.

He looked up from his phone, a white eyebrow raised.

"Is Hypnos your real name?" You asked him, not quite able to look away from him. You were being a silly school girl and you knew it.

He laughed, "Yeah, it is." He moved closer, his eyes bright. "Wanna know why?"

At your nod, he spoke. "When my mom was pregnant with me and my brother. She got kinda crunchy, got into healing crystals and tarot cards, stuff like that."

Hypnos waved a hand. "So when she couldn't pick names for us, she went to a psychic, who told her that she was a reincarnation of the goddess Nyx. And apparently she was pregnant again with the reincarnated gods of sleep and death."

You couldn't help the small laugh and Hypnos chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.

"Mom believed the guy." He pointed to himself, " So ta-da I got named Hypnos. And my brother is Thanatos."

"Your mom sounds like a fun lady." You played with your hair, enjoying the warmth in your stomach. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel such things.

"Oh definitely. I never know what I'm going to get when I see her." Hypnos said fondly.

When You shifted your seat, your leg brushed against his. You almost pulled away but Hypnos pressed his leg against yours. You could feel the heat of his body and it just made you want more.

His golden eyes searched yours, silently asking if he could do this. You returned the gentle pressure and flushed at his soft smile.

"How does your brother handle the whole Thanos name thing?" You asked, desperately trying to calm your racing heart.

A devious glint lit Hypnos' eyes, "Oh he hates it so much. He already hated the whole super hero thing. Last year for his birthday, I got him a cardboard cutout of the big guy. I thought he was going to shove it down my throat. I got his boyfriend Zagreus and their girlfriend Meg in on it this year, we going to -"

"Hey Y/N. Are you coming back to the floor?" Charlie's eyes narrowed, "Hypnos, I think your actual date is looking for you."

You pulled away, you had forgotten about Charlie and you couldn't help but feel some guilt, even if you didn't like them that much or at all.

Hypnos stayed in place, amusement on his face. You saw Charlie's fists clenched and knew they were about to start a fight and stood up.

You were definitely going to block Charlie's number after tonight was over.

"Come on, let's get some drinks for everyone. They should be coming back soon." You motioned for Charlie to follow you. They glared at Hypnos before following you.

You couldn't resist a quick glance back to Hypnos, who raised his beer at you in a 'cheers' motion.

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Charlie was sullen and quiet as you ordered more drinks for the group. You couldn't blame them really, anyone would be put out when their dates are clearly having a better time with someone else.

Well, not Hypnos but Hypnos wasn't exactly normal, you thought fondly.

You tapped the bar, guilt gnawed at your guts as your thoughts went back to Hypnos.

"So what were you guys talking about?" Charlie slurred, his tone icy.

You took a breath, just a few more hours you reminded yourself. "Nothing much. Just about his brothers and stuff."

Charlie crowded into your space. You can smell the booze and sweat on them.

"You guys seemed like you were sitting pretty close considering you were talking about 'brothers'." They did a finger quote.

You rolled your eyes, unable to stand being near them any longer. You stepped away to head back to let your friends you were bailing for the night.

"Tell me what he said to you." Charlie demanded as they grabbed your wrist harshly.

"Ow, let go of me! You are hurting me, Charlie." You hissed, trying not to draw any attention.

"Tell me." They hisses back.

"I did. Buy your own drink, I'm going home." You tried to yank your hand away but they didn't let go.

"Look I've been nothing but nice to you and you're cuddling up to another guy on our date like some slut." They changed their tone, trying to sound more upset than controlling but it just made your stomach twisted in disgust.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but after a moment you shut it, "You're right. Clearly this isn't going to work out so let me go."

"No, you own me something, Y/N." Charlie leaned toward you. "And I'm not leaving empty handed."

"Fuck off." You snapped, fear rising in your chest.

"Hey, man." Hypnos grabbed Charlie's wrist and squeezed tightly enough that they were forced to let go of your wrist. His normal light-hearted tone was hard. "I think Y/N had enough of your company tonight."

You took some steps back, shaking a little. Without looking at you, Hypnos asked. "Y/N, do you need to go get anything?"

"N-no. I have everything. I want to leave." You hated how weak you sounded and you wished that you never came out at all.

Hypnos held on to Charlie's wrist and yanked them toward him. You heard Hypnos murmur something to them.

Fear flashed over Charlie's face and they stumbled backward. "Fine. Whatever asshole."

Hypnos turned to you, his eyes darkened by his anger. "Come on, I can get you a ride home."

You just nodded, feeling very exhausted and close to tears.

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The cold wind felt like heaven after the heat of the overflowing club. At least for the first two minutes.

You just walked, not quite sure where to go. Hypnos walked next to you, easily keeping up with your pace.

Neither one of you said anything as you tried to process the horrible night.

After walking for ten more minutes, Hypnos spoke up. "There is a park nearby, we should be able to find a park bench."

You just nodded, Hypnos offered an arm and after a moment you took it. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, soaking in his body heat.

The park was empty, lit by warm path lights.

"Thank you." You said. "You didn't have to do anything for me."

"It's all good. How about the wrist?" Hypnos asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt. Thank you since you stepped in." You patted his forearm.

Hypnos sighed, "No. Not thanks to me actually. Its kinda my fault, I've been pushing their buttons for most of the night."

You looked up at Hypnos, your brow furrowed. "What? No, they have been pretty rude since the start of the date. I mean, you heard the salad thing. They ordered it for me!"

Hypnos shook his head. His breath coming out in white puffs. "Yeah and because I was jealous, I made a bad date into a nightmare. I knew I was making them feel all threatened, it wasn't hard honestly. I didn't think they would grab you like that. I just thought they would be a bad date you could laugh about later."

It took you a moment to process his words. You stopped on the park path, staring off at the lake.

"You were jealous?" You asked, not quite believing what you were hearing.

"Very." Hypnos chuckled bitterly.

"Hypnos, you are an idiot." You said blankly.

He opened his mouth to say something but you pulled him down by his collar to kiss him.

At first, Hypnos doesn't return your kiss and you pull away, an apology already on your lips.

But he cupped your face and met you again in a sweet, slow kiss. He kept pulling away to press chaste kisses against your lips and cheeks.

"Damnit, I was planning on asking out you after our last class assignment. I had a plan for everything. I was going to take you to your favorite coffee shop and buy you that dumb drink you like. Take you the park by our dorms and ask you by the duck pond." Hypnos said between kisses and pressing one last long kiss against your lips.

You hummed, unable to think straight. "Our friend ruined that, huh." You laughed when you could feel him growled against your lips. "You have no idea, I had a speech and everything."

After another long and soft kiss, both of you pulled away only to met again in a forehead press. Your white puffs of breath mingled together and your heart felt so full.

"You could still do the coffee and the speech. And the ducks." You whispered.

"Yeah?" Hypnos asked softly, his thumb caressed your cheek.

"I have to do a lab with a very cute classmate tomorrow but I'm free after that." You flushed, pleased at the fond smile Hypnos had.

"That's funny, so am I." Hypnos replied.

Unable to hold off any longer, you pulled him into another kiss, one of the many yet to come.

#hypnos x reader #hades hypnos #fanfic #hope you enjoy #Spotify

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Forbidden - Chapter 2

Summary- Jess couldn't stop thinking about the guy she'd met in the coffee shop, he was drop dead gorgeous, mature and everything she's always wanted but how would she find him again when she didn't even know his name?

Word count- 3.1K

Pairing- Prof!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, slight smut talk

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 13th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

Chapter 1

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again.

If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

"Morning, you feeling any better?" Ellie was awake before me as usual, she spent hours getting ready in the morning and was now sat at her desk finishing her make up.

"I suppose, can't beat myself up forever can I?" I was more the get up and go kind of girl, I could never understand why she'd take hours getting ready just to go to class but I suppose you never know who you're going to bump into.

"No you can not. Not when there's literally thousands of guys here to take your pick of." 

"Psh!" I finally pull myself out of bed after thinking about the thought of possibly bumping into my hunk again I changed my mind about making myself a little more presentable.

"What d'ya mean psh?" Ellie turns to look at you, her mascara wand in her hand and only one eye made up, she looked ridiculous. How could you take her seriously looking like that? 

"I mean I'm not interested in these childish boys anymore El, I want a man." 

"Fuck me, you spoke to the guy for two minutes and already you're acting like you've lost the love of your life." Wow, that hurt a little.

"I didn't say I was talking about him although it would be nice. I just meant I'm sick of playing all these childish games and never knowing where I stand. Don't you get sick of being the one who always falls deeper? Getting messed about and then being the one who's left hurt?" I joined her at the desk, putting on a little mascara and eyeliner. "I want a man who knows what he wants and treats me better. Don't you?"

"Well shit, when you put it like that I can't argue with you. It would be nice, hey I wonder if Mr Aussie has a brother?" She waggles her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "I gotta go babe, what class you got?" 

"My first Comms class this morning." I did not sound excited at the prospect because I really wasn't. I'd put it off in freshman and sophomore years but thought I better get it over and done with before my senior year.

"Oh really? I didn't know you'd taken that class. I heard a load of seniors talking the other day and apparently the Professor is drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking about taking it up too just to see what all the fuss was about." 

"Well that should make the class a lot more interesting, maybe it isn't going to be as bad as I thought."

"See, every cloud and all that. See you tonight, fancy the bar?" She shouts over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.

"Sounds good, see you later."

I looked over my outfit I'd already chosen for the day, just some jeans and a plain t-shirt and realised it wouldn't do. Not when there's the prospect of a hot Professor to impress. My wardrobe desperately needed an update, especially now I was focused on finding myself a man and not one of these easily pleased college boys, that were happy with anything as long as I showed a bit of leg and tits. I settled with some tight black jeans with a black, lace-rimmed, cami body suit and a cute little cream, cropped blazer to finish it off. It made me feel confident when I checked myself out in the mirror and if I do say so myself I looked smoking hot. I checked the time on my phone, realising I was going to be late I quickly ran the curling tongs through the ends of my long blonde hair before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the door.

In the hopes of catching the eye of this new professor I'd completely forgotten about the hottie from the coffee shop, which was probably a good thing, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. I kind of wished I would though, especially when I was looking and feeling this great but hey, on to bigger and better prospects.

I thought that being late would mean I'd be stuck with a lame choice of desk in class but luckily the back row was practically empty and I could hide in the corner of the lecture theatre. I laughed to myself when I realised that practically all the girls were occupying the front desks, obviously they'd heard the rumours too.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and fumbled in my bag for my pen and notepad, when I glanced to the door and caught the eyes of a student I hadn't seen before. I couldn't deny how attractive he was, with his bright blue eyes and floppy hair, oh and that smile. Wow! He smiled brightly at me as he made his way to the back of the class, his eyes glinting, shining like diamonds as he ignored the whispers from the girls at the front. The whole row of desks were free so when he chose the desk right next to me, my stomach fluttered.

I kept my eyes on my notepad, doodling on the front cover so as to avoid that eye contact with him again. I could see a cheeky glint in his eyes and I'd learnt from experience what that meant, trouble. I wasn't ready to get myself back into a situation like that again.

My eyes shot to the front as I heard the room erupt into wolf whistles, the girls at the front giggling and whispering to each other, I rolled my eyes at them, how embarrassing. 

Then I realised what all the fuss was about and my heart almost stopped beating, thudding against my chest at an alarming rate. How is this even possible? How the fuck could he be a professor? Surely he's not old enough. Oh fuck.

I sank lower in my chair, willing the ground to just swallow me up or maybe if I got low enough I would escape his notice. No such luck, his eyes scanned the class and when they fell on mine, his face lit up with anger? No not anger. A hunger. His eyes scanned my body, falling over my hair and down to my cleavage. I felt hot under his gaze, was I blushing? Sweating? Oh god, I've never wished for class to be over so much in my life.

My professor was the guy I'd been shamelessly flirting with in the coffee shop. I don't understand how this could be real, I know I wanted to bump into him again but this is such a cruel twist of fate. I'd never even suspected him to be a professor, he was so damn thick and muscly. The clothes he wore were so stylish and he looked way too young to be a professor. He must be so embarrassed that he'd been flirting with a student, I definitely was embarrassed that I'd been flirting with a professor.

I was so panicked, I didn't have a clue what to do in this situation. Squirming in my seat, trying to look anywhere but at the Professor but I could feel his eyes on me as he prepared for the class to start. People were still whispering amongst themselves and I risked a glance in his direction, that made me bite on to my lip to stop myself from screeching. His eyes were still on me, subtly glancing up from the pile of paper he'd just taken out of his bag, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. He certainly didn't look embarrassed infact he looked downright feral and the thought of it made my pussy clench, so much so I had to cross my legs under the table.

"I guess you're obsessed with this new Professor too, huh?" The guy next to me leant across his desk to whisper and fuck me if I wasn't imagining it but he was Australian too. Like have we just suddenly had a huge delivery of hot Australian guys arrive at the University? This was just downright unfair, how was I meant to cope?

"No, what makes you say that?" Why did I ask that question? Like it wasn't obvious how much I was sweating and squirming in my seat. Luckily he didn't have time to answer when my eyes were drawn back to the professor as he stood at the front of the class with his hands casually in his pockets and cleared his throat to get our attention.

If I wasn't mistaken, now he looked angry, the muscles in his neck more prominent as he glared between me and the guy next to me.

Was he angry that my attention had been taken away from him and was on another guy? Or because we were talking when we should've been paying attention?

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." That sexy accent makes me sweat even more, nevermind the fact that his eyes keep finding their way back to me. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." His eyes meet mine again, a knowing look in them.

"G'day mate." Some idiot from the back shouted, making everyone laugh and I couldn't help but join in a little. Professor Hemsworth smiled at the joke, his eyes creasing in the corners and his smile growing wider when he looked to me and saw me giggling.

"Yeah, very original. Alright, alight, settle down now." His voice is so commanding and authoritive, it's such a turn on. "So, I haven't been here for very long and I'm still getting used to how different things are here. The weather for one." He earned a couple of laughs from people. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he was so mesmerizing. The way his face animated as he spoke, his eyebrows raising and lips curling.

"I was going to ask you all to go easy on me but that's not going to happen is it?" He got a couple of head shakes and sympathetic looks from the girls. "No, I thought not. Well now it's my turn to torture you. I'll start alphabetically, stand up and tell everyone something about yourself." I swallowed back my fear, this is the reason I'd put off this class until now and as if it wasn't hard enough talking in front of a whole class I now had to do it in front of Professor Hemsworth too.

"Claire Abbott." Fuck. He'd started, at least my name would be one of the last ones.

"Hi I'm Claire." The tall blonde at the front stood up, twirling her hair around her finger and giggling like a child. I rolled my eyes at her and caught the Professor smirk in my direction. "I erm… I don't know what to say?" She looks up at the Professor questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind." He replied.

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I rolled my eyes again, scoffing quietly and Professor Hemsworth had to hold in a laugh as he looked in my direction.

"Talk about predictable." The guy next to me leaned over to whisper to me again.

"Totally." I laughed back at him and when I looked back at the Professor he was glaring straight at us again, his face set sternly.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" Professor Hemsworth said sternly, everyone turned around to look at us but I barely noticed, I was too focused on the way his stern voice made my cunt flutter when he called me out.

I didn't speak for the rest of the class, although I had the urge to, just to hear the way his voice sounded when he was angry. I couldn't concentrate on what the other students were saying, too focused on watching the way the Professor's face changed everytime he looked my way, which was pretty often, to my suprise.

"Jake Hudson." In my peripheral, I saw the guy next to me stand and when he did, Professor Hemsworth's eyes narrowed.

"Hi I'm Jake." He pushed his hands in to his pockets cooly, glancing at me as he did. "I'm also from Australia." He looked at the professor slyly, a smirk forming on his lips, laughing at the other students shouting G'day mate. "I was forced to move here but I'm glad I did because I've just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The class burst into rounds of whistles and cheers as Jake sat down, smiling at me cockily. I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was flattered, he was absolutely gorgeous but hadn't I sworn of boys my own age?

Professor Hemsworth looked even more angry now as he loosened his tie a little, that black tie that draws my view down, like a arrow pointing straight to his cock. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk, doodling in my notebook so I could avoid that hungry gaze, anxiously waiting for my turn. What the hell was I going to say?

"Jessica Watson." Shit. I stood slowly, trying to give myself more time to think, I couldn't stand everyone's eyes being on me especially the Professors and Jakes.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." I smiled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." I looked away from the chalk board so I could search Professor Hemsworth's face. "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." I sat down keeping the gaze of the professor, I'd forgotten I was in a room full of people until I heard the ooh's and ahh's and my cheeks turned scarlet. The Professor's eyes glowed with heat as he watched me sit down before shaking his head and turning back to the class. Jake also caught my eye as I sat back at my desk, my cheeks still burning, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that crinkles your eyes. I felt kind of bad that he probably thought I was talking about him when in fact I was talking about our professor.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." He looked at me again. "Some of you, not so much." He raised his eyebrows at a group of guys. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." His eyes scanned me as he turned around to sit at his desk, I watched a couple of girls approach him predictably.

"Are you going to the party at our frat this weekend?" I had to reluctantly pull my eyes away from the Professor while Jake spoke, so he was a Alpha Kappa, not surprising really.

"Yeah, I think so. My roommate mentioned it."

"Oh good, I'll see you there then. Jessica." He smiled, standing from his seat.

"Jess." I corrected him. I hated being called Jessica, it was so formal.

"Well Jess, I'll see you around." He winked at me as he pulled his backpack on to his shoulder.

There were still a couple of girls taking up the Professor's attention and I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to sneak past or wait to speak to him. I thought about it for a minute my fingertips drumming against my desk when the girls left and he was alone. As soon as the door closed, his gaze was on me and I could hear the silence in the room like a ringing in my ears. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, staring at each other, no one saying a word until her cleared his throat. I blinked a couple of times, realising how stupid I must look before getting up from my seat and packing my things away.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I could hear amusement in his voice as he sat back on his desk casually, his arms folded across his chest.

"I erm…" I walked towards him, my legs feeling like jelly all of sudden and trying not to fall down the stairs. "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn't know what to do with myself but I was nervous about getting closer to him. He made the atmosphere feel tense, like if I was to reach out and touch him I would burn my fingers so I stood awkwardly at the bottom of the steps.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, still looking amused as he watched me squirm. When he said he'd been hoping to bump into me again it made me feel more confident, like I wasn't imagining the way he'd been looking at me for the last hour.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." I smiled at him as I finally closed the distance between us, watching his eyes flare with hunger when I called him Professor.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" His eyes narrowed, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as I got close enough to touch him, I didn't though. I didn't dare break that boundary, not yet.

I smiled at him through my lashes, biting on to my lip. "I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." Wow! I was not expecting that, did I sound like a slut? Shit. I looked back up at him and caught him gulp, that hunger in his eyes shining, his pupils blown with lust, he loosened his tie even more and I caught a glimpse of his smooth chest and chickened out. The tension was way too much and I was about to do something I was going to regret, I could live with being a huge tease instead.

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" I smiled to myself when I noticed the muscles in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. Turning to leave I looked back over my shoulder and his eyes were glued to my hips, watching them sway as I walked and I realised I had him exactly where I wanted him but was it worth the risk?

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[alpacaparkaseok]

Lost & Found

Pairing: Park Jimin x soulmate (oc)

Warnings: Insecurity, anxiety, abandonment

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: *long sigh* finally. This story has been haunting me for months now. I was so tempted to just go crazy and start uploading it because I love it so much. But If I’m uploading this, it means that we’ve made it to the promised day! Yay! You guys, I think this may be one of my favorites. Which, if we’re being honest, all of my works are my favorites. But this is everything.

That is all. Please read and enjoy. Let me know your thoughts, I’d be overjoyed to hear from you.

Chapter 1. Unbreakable Bond

It was easier than I thought it would be; breaking the bond. Perhaps I was just desperate enough. Practically begging on my knees as I stood outside the dingy apartment building, knowing that this was irreversible.

Wanting it to be irreversible.

The woman’s name is Christina, and she gives me a wary look as she explains the cutting process. Her own severed thread is a testament to her underground business. I trust her.

“I need you to be absolutely positive about this,” she warns. “There's no going back once I cut the thread. It will be nearly impossible to find your soulmate.”

That’s the least of my problems. I know that it’ll be all too easy to check in on the whereabouts of my soulmate; after all, he rarely goes anywhere without it being broadcasted to the entire world.

“Burn it.”

Warning me about the impending heat as she pulls out a blowtorch, I hear her sigh. Christina gathers up my thread and places it delicately atop a metal slab. 

The little warehouse attached to her apartment offers little distraction; there are a few scattered tools laying about and nothing else but dull gray walls. In a time like this, a distraction would be nice.

“Do you ever regret it?” I ask, an uneasy turn of my stomach pushing the question out. Christina pulls her faceguard down, gesturing for me to look the opposite way. My shadow takes up the entire wall as she fires up the blowtorch.

“Me?” I can feel the heat of the fire, but I refuse to flinch. “Not really. But I do feel a bit bad for my soulmate.”

I frown at the gray wall. “Why?”

Christina shifts to get a more direct angle on the thin red thread that hangs from my finger and extends to disappear under the door. “You’re not the only one who is about to lose a soulmate today. At least it’s your decision.”

Staring at the unforgiving gray wall, I have plenty of time to mull over her response. However, the second I begin to worry or feel sorry for my soulmate, I remember the sweaty palms and crippling anxiety from earlier.  

As Christina takes a step back after nearly thirty minutes, turning the blowtorch off, I turn to assess the damage. Frowning at the still intact thread, Christina snorts.

“Don’t move.”

She takes a lofty hammer in her hands, bringing it down hard on the thread. I gasp as sparks fly into the air, my thread tightening around my finger and pulling. Grabbing my hand, I struggled to remain upright on the stool.

“We’re almost there!” Christina huffs, bringing the hammer down again and again. Sparks continue to fly, one landing on my shoulder and burning a small hole in my shirt. My hiss of pain is cut short as the pressure on my finger suddenly loosens, nearly causing me to fly backward since I was straining against it.

My breath comes up short as Christina removes the hammer from atop the thread, and I see what happened.

The formerly vivid red hue fades to a dull color, almost a brown-red like dried blood. I watch as the frayed ends begin to retreat, one end slipping off the table and disappearing under the door.

I push off the stool, ripping the door open just in time to see the red thread glinting under the moonlight, drifting away on a breeze. Retreating to its other half.

Glancing down at my hand, I hold up my finger where the other frayed end stops just a few centimeters away from the base of my finger.

“Yeah, it’ll stay like that,” Christina says as she comes to stand beside me. “Unless you want me to burn your finger off…?”

I give her a dry chuckle. “No, thanks. It’s alright like this.” I tilt my head, marveling at the fact that I’m looking out into the world without my thread obscuring my view. “So...will his thread just disappear?”

Christina shakes her head. “Your threads, while cut, still mirror each other. So his will look like yours in a few minutes when it catches up to him.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

She invites me back inside, offering me a salve for my aching shoulder that was burned, frowning as she tells me that it will most likely scar.

“I’ll just consider it a souvenir,” I mumble. Christina laughs.

“That’s the spirit.” She passes me a mug of apple cider, sitting across from me at the same metal slab she calls a table where my thread was severed. “So, do you know who your soulmate is, then? Is that why?”

I take a long sip of the cider, my mind instantly replaying the scene from hours earlier. “I know who he is. Although, I wouldn’t say that I cut it because of who he is. He’s a great guy, actually. Top notch.”

Christina raises her brows at me. “Really? What makes you say that?”

I pause to look at my frayed thread, the string of fate loved by the world over. The thread that I always thought would bring me joy beyond belief, but made me realize that it would be better to let go.

For him.

“Do you know BTS?”

Christina sets her mug down with a loud bang. “Do I - of course I know who they are. Why?” Her expression turns to horror. “Why?”

I wince, taking another sip of my cider. Holding my hand up to display my severed thread, I wiggle my finger. “Park Jimin.”

✂

Jimin is in the middle of his dinner when he feels a sharp tug on his red thread. Chuckling at it, he holds his hand up for the thousands of fans watching his live to see.

“My soulmate is acting up, I think.” He watches as the comments flood in, most everyone mourning the fact that they are not his soulmate. A few people tease him about it being them on the other side of the thread, and while he knows that they’re simply joking with him, he can’t help the increase in his heart rate.

If only.

The thread tightens around his finger, making him hiss in pain. “Ouch,” he mutters, pulling back against the thread in order to sit still. “Sorry, everyone. What were we talking about? Oh, right. The concert today -”

Jimin whines as the thread pulls even harder, nearly causing him to spill his drink. Pulling back as hard as he can, he gives the camera an apologetic smile.

Then, his eyes widen as an idea strikes him. “Do you think I should follow it?” He asks excitedly. He hasn’t ever heard about people’s threads pulling them in the direction of their soulmate when they’re not even in the same room, but maybe she’s here, staying at the same hotel-

“I’ve gotta go!” Jimin shouts, blowing a kiss with his free hand before promising to visit everyone again soon. “Thanks guys!” Ending the live, Jimin shoots out of his chair, barely remembering to grab his room key before bursting out of his room and into the hallway.

Following the pull of the thread, he grins as he follows it to the elevator. Punching the button as hard as he can, he jumps from one foot to another as he waits for the doors to open.

“C’mon, c- bingo!” Sliding into the elevator with a gleeful shriek, he ponders for a moment before deciding to hit the ground floor.

Jimin’s cheeks are red with excitement by the time he reaches the lobby of the hotel, not even noticing when a couple of the bodyguards that escorted them to the concert venue today see him and immediately start following him.

“Mr. Park!” One of them calls. “Mr. Park! You can’t just leave without some form of security!”

Jimin hardly spares him a glance as he bolts for the exit where his thread continues to pull him. “Then follow me!”

The bodyguards chase after him into the night, exchanging concerned glances as Jimin follows after his thread like a convict on the run.

They nearly tackle him as they round a corner he just turned a few seconds prior, stumbling to a stop as they see Jimin standing still in the middle of the empty road.

“Mr. Park,” one of them pants. “Where are you going?”

Jimin stays completely still, the sudden lack of tension from his thread causing his heart to stop. Glancing down at where it’s wrapped around his finger, he feels the exact moment his heart stumbles to a stop.

Floating on a breeze, he sees the other end of his thread. Skimming along the ground like a plastic bag tossed about by the wind.

“What is it?” Jimin breathes out, the question leaving his lips without his consent. “What is it?”

There’s a chill that settles over him as the thread comes closer and closer, making Jimin retreat almost as though he could stop it from reaching him.

“No!” He yells, taking another step back as the end of the thread now arrives at his foot. “No! Not like this!”

The bodyguards watch on with disbelief as the thread works its way up to Jimin’s hand, slowing to a stop just below his finger. They’re continually glancing down at their own threads, making sure that they aren’t about to stumble upon the same ugly fate.

But it’s just Jimin with the cut thread. It’s just Jimin, who falls to his knees with a dull thump. Staring down at the thread, raising his shaking hand and grasping the frayed edge.

“Are they…?” One young bodyguard asks. His senior shakes his head.

“No. The thread turns gray when they die, remember?”

“Then what happened?” He asks again, eyes wide.

His senior sighs heavily, heart breaking at the sight he’s only ever heard stories about. “They must have found someone to cut it.”

The young bodyguard gasps. “Cut it? Is that even possible?”

Jimin’s sobs answer the question for him, the sound echoing off the buildings. One by one, lights turn on in the surrounding apartment buildings as people wonder what the commotion is all about.

Jumping into action, the bodyguards swarm Jimin, picking him up and supporting him between the two of them. Jimin’s body is weak and limp as he shouts and sobs.

“C-come back to me.”

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[synergysilhouette]

I know "The Arcana" is overlooked a lot, but I still wanted to write about my MC and his relationship with the LIs. I originally designed him differently, but I can't find the post on reddit!

My OC's name is a cisgender man by the name of Malachite. He has a buff body type and is a rather devout young man--not stuffy or naive, though. He hails from Prakra, and is the son of a noble family, with three older brothers and two younger brothers. I haven't established his race; I'm thinking perhaps indigenous American, Pacific Islander, or South Asian inspiration (including Romani). He has a good tan, blue eyes, and silvery-blue hair that goes past his ears (not to mention he's hung and thicc af)

I honestly picture him as a cross between DC comics' Nightwing, Kingdom Hearts' Riku, Marvel's Quicksilver, and a young Ikem/Norem from Avatar: The Last Airbender. His fashion sense is definitely trendy, unique, and cool, dressing in tropical colors. Currently he's clad in a sleeveless multicolored shirt with a clasp or two usually undone to show off his big pecs, tight pants that leave nothing to the imagination, and boots that are very durable. I imagine there are gemstone or feather motifs here and there with intricate patterns throughout his clothes--he's not a boring dresser. I'm kind of thinking he dresses like he's an anime character that just got thrown into the video game "Hades." During the summer months, I imagine he wears green tunic with rainbow accents and matching sandals with a gold band on his thick thighs (I've gotta stop now).

If you wanna know more about his past, just ask.

Relationship with the LIs inside their routes

Lucio--They spoil each other A LOT. Malachite gives into his charm and seduction as well as helping him with his empathy. Given his MANY mistakes, Lucio is kind of on thin ice with people a lot, so when Malachite's family heard of their marriage, they didn't really approve. They were highly critical and accused Lucio of corrupting him, so Lucio has to work hard to improve himself in order to show he's worthy of Malachite's love. That said, it's not one-sided; Malachite doesn't want Lucio to feel like he's always having to better himself. Malachite loves him for who he is: a dramatic, fanciful, adventurous, fashionable semi-himbo. Currently they're the fathers of two daughters and a son.

Nadia--While not naive, Malachite has a kind of innocent outlook, almost like a Disney prince comes to life. Nadia loves how he sees the good in things and is easily entranced by new things. Not to mention his breeding has always taught him to be respectable and professional, making him the ideal consort. Nadia's learned to curb spoiling him so he doesn't feel like a pet, and instead gives it to their child--their only child, given Nadia isn't great with kids but Malachite always wanted one and she didn't want him to have it with a surrogate. Plus she's awakened a naughty side in Malachite, a submissive incubus that seeks only to please her. Needless to say his family approves of her and her family approves of him.

Asra--Their relationship started a little rocky, with their professional relationship having to take the backseat to their romantic relationship. Asra has become less controlling and more open with Malachite, and they've talked about expanding the magic shop and getting apprentices of their own--by which I mean both kids and teaching unrelated kids about the art of magic. I keep picturing "Howl's Moving Castle" with this, though one odMalchite's older brothers (inspired by Marvel's Loki)--who absolutely ADORES Asra--insists he brings his kids to learn from them when they get old enough, and Malachite worries about how Asra and his brother will influence the couple's future kids.

Muriel--I think Muriel goes outside of his comfort zone a lot for Malachite. Staying in his hut frequently, they engage in a lot of physical activity (take that how you will), but Muriel treats him to trips into Vesuvia often. Malachite's family is VERY concerned about him living in the forest away from everyone, and have a Demeter-Persephone relationship whenever they see him. Malachite's style has rubbed off on Muriel, and they live a very sweet life--with more kids than Muriel expected. Seriously, they have four kids and Malachite wants MORE. Good luck with that.

Portia--They were definitely best friends before getting married, and Portia did have to chase away any suitors who came to their door (including a conniving noble who looks like Marvel's Colossus), but when Malachite looks at her, she feels safe and loved. Malachite's frequent acrobatic activity and her constant work for Nadia keep her on her toes, and Pepi is there to quell her concerns most of the time. Malachite's family has their own comments, but they mainly keep it to themselves, with one of Malachite's younger brothers (kinda like Asta from Black Clover) giving them his outspoken support. They both have babies on the brain, but they don't have any--yet. Man, when it happens, Vesuvia won't know what hit it.

Julian--Okay, first off: the therapy relationship had to conclude before the romance TRULY begins. As Julian traveled, he gained fame as an acclaimed actor (when he's not being a scientist), with Malachite right by his side, acting, singing, and dancing. The triplets--three tan sons with auburn hair--are also aspiring actors, and Malachite's family is more than interested in cultivating the next generation's skillset. While weary of Julian's science affiliation (being more on the magic side), they find him a respectable--albeit aloof--man who is good for Malachite.

Relationships with the LIs in a poly route

I'll keep it short: I imagine he's legally married to Nadia since she's the best option position-wise and his family wouldn't protest, but given that I headcanon Lucio and Portia living in the castle as well, he most frequently engages in relations with them. And he has a FWB relationship with Julian, Muriel, and Asra, with the potential to be more. He has several kids, and the family is certainly growing.

Note: when romancing the guys, you can imagine adoption, surrogacy, or mpreg, but I'm just going the mpreg route. Also I imagine a bonus route where Malachite romances Salim and Namar without being a homewrecker.

Lemme know if you have any questions!

#the arcana #nix hydra

[general-kenobi357]

Someday Soon-Chapter 10

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!OC

Summary: The Pogues work together to get John B off the island, a difficult task to complete when everything seems to be falling apart all around them.

Note: The last chapter of season 1, exciting but also sad. I probably won't be updating this series until after season 2 comes out so that I have it as a base but I do have a few oneshots I have been working on that I might post in the meantime. I hope you enjoyed my spin on the first season!

Word Count: 4.1k

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I paced around the Wreck waiting for the others to wake up. JJ stood on the opposite side of the room clicking a lighter on and off. We hadn’t spoken to each other since last night and every time he caught my eye I would quickly look away.

I saw Pope starting to wake up before he made his way to where JJ stood watching police cars drive by.

“He's pinched for sure, man.” JJ said to Pope as I continued to pace while I listened to their conversation.

“No. They wouldn't still be patrolling if they caught him.” Pope reasoned.

“Let's hope.” JJ spoke defeatedly.

“You know, we were in that car. They're probably looking for us, too.” Kie spoke up, alerting us all that she had woken up.

“Well, if we're gonna be outlaws, we might as well help John B.” Pope addressed us all.

“So, find him before they do?” JJ asked while we watched Pope grab the keys to JJ’s bike and make his way towards where I had stopped near the door. “Pope?”

“I'm gonna get gas for the boat.” He explained before turning to me. “You coming?”

“Uh, yeah.” I answered unsure, I figured it was better than staying here with Kie and JJ.

“Hey, you be careful.” Kie told Pope. “Okay?”

“Meet us at the dock at three. Don't be late.” Pope reminded the pair we were leaving behind before we made our way outside.

“Okay, what is your problem?” Kie asked Pope, I didn’t even hear what had happened between the two and I was pretty sure I knew what his problem was.

“No problem, Officer. I'm just doing my job.” Pope answered as we got onto the bike.

“Look, I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings.” Kie tried to tell him as he started up the bike and revved up the engine.

“What was that?” He asked as if he had no control over the sounds of the bike.

“Look, I didn't mean to.” Kie tried again.

“Sorry, I can't hear you. What was that?” Pope kept taunting.

“Pope let’s go.” I told him, getting impatient with the game he was playing.

“Pope, I'm being serious…” Kie yelled as Pope lifted his feet off the ground as we started to drive away. “I'm trying to talk to you!”

I looked back as Pope drove off and locked eyes with JJ, his face was painted with concern and it looked like he wanted to say something but we were already too far away. I turned my head back around and gazed at the road over Pope’s shoulder. My grip tightened around his waist, in all the excitement of Kie and Pope’s argument, I hadn’t had time to rethink if I really wanted to get on the back of this death trap with a newly sober Pope driving.

“Are you good to drive?'' I called to him over the sound of the engine.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He reassured me, I supposed I would have to trust him as I didn’t really have any other options at the moment.

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Once we arrived at Heyward’s we found a couple of empty gas canisters that we carried over to the gas pump out front. As we waited for the first one to fill up I tapped my foot on the ground, anxious to get back to the others. Even if we were fighting it was better to all stay together than to get split up.

“So.” I started unsure if I should continue or just keep my mouth shut. Pope was my only friend that was not on the run or not speaking to me at the moment. “You and Kie?”

“You and JJ?” Pope countered clearly not wanting to talk. I chuckled at his response to me.

“No, if yesterday proved anything it was that there is no me and JJ.” I explained.

“Yeah well that sounds about the same for me and Kie.” He finally said to me.

As much as the situation we were in sucked it was almost comforting to know that I wasn’t the only one feeling this way.

We were quiet again as he switched the tanks and I put the cap back onto the now full one.

“Look at you two.” I heard a deep voice say from behind me. Turning around I found Heyward standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest. “Like some damn street hoods out here stealing gas from me. Isabella, I thought your mama raised you better than that and my own blood, I don’t know which one disappoints me more.”

“We're not stealing.” Pope tried to explain, I shook my head at him knowing it would be better if we stopped talking.

“Stop lyin'. I saw it in your damn hand.”

“Our friend is in trouble, and we need to help him.” I tried to defend, figuring it was too late to not get into trouble.

“John B did not kill anybody.” Pope added.

“Says who?” Heyward challenged.

“Says me.”

“I'm supposed to believe you?” Heyward continued. “After you ran out on your interview? Shit, boy, get in the house.”

“No.” Pope said staring right at him. I didn’t like where this was going.

“Oh, you a man now? Huh?” Heyward continued to push. “You wanna have a go at it with me? Is that it?”

“I'm taking these cans. You’re not gettin' in my way.” Pope said going to grab the gas canisters.

“Oh, I'm gettin' in your way.” Heyward said, walking past me to stand right in front of Pope. “And one day, you might be able to whoop my ass, but it ain't today.”

“That right?” Pope asked, getting angrier with every word.

“Yeah.” Heyward concluded just as Pope threw a punch at him. I stumbled back shocked that he had actually done it.

“Pope stop!” I tried to yell but it came out as a whisper.

“Oh, yeah! It's gonna take a little more than that. Try again.” Heyward challenged again after recovering from the first blow. Come on. You wanna hit your daddy? Try again. Hm? You want to hit me?”

I put a hand on Pope’s shoulder and as he turned it was like he realized what he had just done.

“I don't have time for this. I gotta help my friend.” Pope said as he turned away from his father.

We both grabbed a gas canister and tied them to the sides of the bike. I could see the tears streaming down Pope’s face as we climbed onto the bike.

“Yeah, yeah, you just go ahead. Yeah, you take everything, son. And Isabella don’t think I’m not telling your mama about this!” I heard Heyward continue to yell at us as Pope started up the bike. “You're an ungrateful son of a bitch, Pope.”

“It’s okay Pope. It’s gonna be okay.” I tried to comfort him as we drove off and Heyward’s threats faded.

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As we pulled up to the garage that held The Phantom we heard yelling and clattering from inside.

“What the hell?” I asked Pope who looked just as confused.

I noticed two dirt bikes parked near the door as I pointed to them Pope nodded to confirm he saw them too. We rushed towards the door and Pope grabbed some old pipes on the way.

“Be careful.” I said as he passed me one of the pipes.

As we ran inside I wasn’t sure what to look at. Kie was being screamed at by some blond whose face I couldn’t see and JJ was one the ground being punched by Barry, the guy who had tried to take the gold from us.

“Hey! Don't touch her!” I heard Pope scream as he began to bash the blond’s back.

I moved towards where Barry was and hit him with the pipe in my hand. It didn’t seem to do much damage but it was enough to distract him and give JJ time to punch him square in the jaw. After we got the gun out of his hand JJ essentially beat Barry to a pulp.

As Barry laid out on the ground groaning in pain we moved to where Kie stood watching as Pope began to strangle the blond who I now recognized as Rafe Cameron.

“Pope.” Kie called to him as we watched him continue to beat on Rafe. “Pope, that's good! Stop!”

“He's had enough, dude.” JJ added trying to get Pope to stop.

“Snap out of it, Pope!” I said as JJ tried to pull them apart.

“Okay, we gotta go.” Kie reminded us as Pope finally let go of Rafe.

JJ and Kie rushed away to finish hooking up the boat but I stayed standing next to Pope as he looked at me terrified.

“It’s okay Pope. You’re fine.” I tried to tell him but I felt just as shocked as he looked.

“Stay off the cut.” Pope threatened Rafe who laid at our feet half conscious.

“Pope. Iz. We gotta go.” Kie called as she got into the car.

“Let’s go.” I said to Pope, taking his arm and guiding him towards the car.

As we drove away I noticed Pope staring at his hands as if they didn’t belong to him. I took both of them so he would stop and as we got further from the garage I continued to try and reassure him that he was fine.

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Once we had arrived at the boat launch we had all silently begun to silently load up the boat after getting it into the water. Kie and Pope were standing watch as I packed the last of the food into compartments and behind me JJ checked the engine over. Once I was done I turned leaning on one of the seats as JJ checked various switches.

“A 1983 Formula 402 SR1.” JJ marveled at the boat.

“Mm-hm. The first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under 16 hours.” I added, with the number of times he had told me about this boat, I would never forget the speech he made every time he saw it. “Forty years old! And still the fastest thing that Kildare's ever seen.”

“Huh, seems like you’ve heard about her before.” JJ mused as he stood up to face me.

“Yeah once or twice.” I teased him, the smile on my face grew as he moved closer to me. I thought he was leaning in closer to my face when Pope interrupted us.

“Dude, where is he?” Pope asked worriedly. JJ cleared his throat as he turned away from me to address Pope.

“Give him a second. He'll be here. He's coming. He'll be fine.” JJ reassured us all.

“Shit.” I muttered as I spotted the lights of a cop car approaching us.

“Hey, yeah. Get back on the boat.” Kie told Pope as she moved to start untying it from the dock.

“Wait.” JJ stopped us all as we turned to see someone getting out of the cop car.

“No way.” I mumbled with a smile as I recognized John B closing the door behind him.

“No effing way.” Pope added.

“I'm sorry. You've gotta be kidding me.” Kie continued laughing.

“Shoupe let me take it for a spin.” John B explained as he walked towards the boat.

“Okay. That's believable. I'll buy that for now.” Kie said, she hugged John B before he hopped onto the deck of the Phantom where JJ and I stood.

“It wasn't easy, bro, but I got the Phantom for you, and she runs like she was made yesterday.” JJ told John B, handing the keys over. “You ready to go?”

“Where's Sarah?” John B asked, noticing she was absent from the group.

“She's not with you?” Kie asked him.

“No, we got separated in the swamp.” John B explained his worry growing. “She said she'd meet me here.”

“No, we haven't seen her.” I told him.

“Okay, well, I'm not leaving without her.” John B concluded.

“John B, look at me.” JJ started to say. “I know you feel bad for leaving, but there's no time, man. You've got plenty of gas, plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it's a straight shot across the sound to Dismal Swamp, okay? Once you get there, lay low, all right? Hang out for a couple of weeks and then go overland, cross the border at Brownsville, you got that? Brownsville. You... Hey! You got that?”

“Yeah, yeah. Brownsville.” John B confirmed only half paying attention to what JJ was telling him.

“All right. Saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. Let's do this.” JJ said, hopping over the side of the boat onto the dock.

“Hey, John B.” I said, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. “I love you.”

“Yeah. I love you too.” He mumbled back to me. I felt like I was losing my brother as we pulled apart and I jumped down onto the dock. John B paused for a moment as he looked at us all. “Hey. I'm sorry for basically... throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing.”

“John B, we were bound to run off a cliff at some point, right?” JJ said, as we all laughed at his statement.

“Yeah.” He confirmed.

“At least we did it together, though.” I told him with a sad smile.

“Pogue style.” Pope said.

“Pogue style.” We all repeated.

“Get out of here! Please. Now.” Kie told John B, reminding us all we were running out of time.

“We'll see you in two months, down in Mexico.” Pope reassured John B as we started to untie ropes.

“Hey, wait... wait a second.” John B stopped us before we could push the boat out. “Tell Sarah I said goodbye, okay?”

We all nodded our head confirming that we would find her for him.

“Don't forget. Cross the border at Brownsville, okay?” JJ reminded one last time.

“Got it.” John B confirmed as he started the motor up.

We all stood huddled together as we watched him fade from view as he picked up speed. I knew we would see him again but it felt like we were saying goodbye forever.

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John B was long gone, hopefully far enough away that everyone looking for him couldn’t find him but I still stood on the dock looking at the sun set. Further down the dock Kie and Pope stood together, I couldn't hear what they were saying as they were talking quietly but I saw them hug. I smiled slightly, happy that the pair had made up.

But then my eyebrows knitted together in confusion as I watched the pair kiss, how could Kie warn me not to do something then turn around and do the thing she warned me against. I felt frustrated with her, I knew better, I knew I shouldn’t take it so personally but I still couldn’t help but feel my annoyance towards her grow.

That was until I felt a pair of hands settled on my hips and as I turned my head I saw JJ resting his head on my shoulder. I smiled at the action as I leaned into him content to just stand and watch the sunset as my worries faded further away.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you the other night when I said we weren’t together.” JJ finally spoke after a minute. “I didn’t mean that I didn’t want us to be together just that we weren’t yet. After all, you haven’t even asked me out.”

I turned around to face him and saw a huge grin on his face, his hands which were still wrapped around my waist loosened slightly. There was a mischievous look in his eyes as I rested my hands on his shoulders.

“JJ Maybank.” I started to say dramatically. “Will you go out with me?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure.” He began pretending to think about it. “Where are you gonna take me?”

“I don’t know, I'm sure we can sort out the details later.” I smiled.

“Well I’d like to know now so that I can figure out if it's worth it. Plus I mean I’ll have to find the right outfit.” He began to ramble, I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

“How about you worry about your outfit later and right now you just kiss me?” I interrupted him with my bold statement.

He stopped talking after that and began to lean closer to me. As I was about to lean in as well I stopped and looked into his eyes.

“Hey, don’t run away this time.” I playfully threatened him.

“Never again Sweetheart.” He replied before closing the gap between us and capturing my lips in his.

We were cut off after a moment though due to the sound of police sirens which I could tell were growing closer as they sounded louder with every passing second.

“Hey, guys, I'm sorry to ruin the party, but, uh, we gotta go right now.” JJ called to the others as his arms dropped from around me. “Come on!”

But it was too late as the cars pulled up surrounding the four of us, we had no other option than to stay put and listen to them.

“Hands up! Hands up!” The cops all called as they began to climb out of their cars.

“Pope, hands.” Kie reminded him as we all lifted our hands in surrender.

“We're too late. He's gone. God damn it!” A bald man yelled out as he ran to the end of the dock.

“Bratcher, have your guys stand down. Let me talk to these kids.” Deputy Shoupe called out before approaching us. “All right, where the hell is he? Where the hell is he?”

We all stayed silent as he tried to figure out where John B had gone. We all knew vaguely where he was headed but in all honesty none of us could have pointed to his location on a map, we had no idea how far he had gotten.

“JJ? I see you're livin' up to your name.” Shoupe began to single us out. “Pope, how about you? This isn't a fucking game! You can do the right thing now! Where'd he go?”

None of us answered his questions and before long he gave up, ushering JJ and Pope into the back of one car and Kie and I into another. I didn’t want us to be split up but I knew we didn’t have a choice, we were probably all being taken to the same place.

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We sat in silence for a few minutes as I looked out the window until I noticed that Kie had tears streaming down her cheeks as she quietly cried.

“Hey, hey.” I whispered to her not wanting to get into more trouble. I shuffled closer to her, holding out a hand which she took. “It’s gonna be okay, we’re all going to be fine.” I tried to reassure her but in all honesty I had no idea if it were true.

“I’m sorry.” She muttered to me as she leant her head on my shoulder. “I’ve been awful to you lately.”

“No it’s okay. I was being just as terrible.” I whispered back to her. “I’m sorry, I know you were just trying to keep the Pogues together.”

“Yeah a lot of good that did.” She said defeatedly.

“Yeah well those boys always know how to mess everything up.” I tried to joke. I saw the hint of a smile playing on her lips before I pulled her into a hug.

“I just want to be friends again.”

“Me too.” I sighed. “I mean come on we’re the two that never fight with each other.”

We pulled apart with sad smiles as the car parked. I was nice to know that we were all friends again even if everything else had fallen apart.

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The door opened to reveal Shoupe on the other side ushering us out. Once I stepped onto the ground I spotted JJ and Pope standing a few feet away, we were all directed into a tent with a table in the center and rows of chairs on either side. I sat down between JJ and Kie and Pope was sitting on the other side of Kie.

“Sit down. Don't move. We got a lot to talk about.” Shoupe said to all of us before turning to a couple of armed guards. “Keep an eye on these kids.”

We all watched as Shoupe left the tent. A silence fell over us as we listened to everyone around us talking, hoping to hear that John B was okay and that he had gotten away safely.

My hands found both JJ’s and Kie’s hands and I held onto them for dear life. Right now it felt like we only had each other and I sure as hell wasn’t going to lose anyone else.

“It’s gonna be okay. He’ll be fine.” JJ muttered under his breath as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of my hand.

My knee began to bounce as we all anxiously waited for any news they would give us.

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Sirens continued to wail as people shouted to each other. The storm was only getting worse and all we could do was hope that John B had outrun it or found somewhere safe to wait it out.

After what felt like forever Shoupe finally returned but by the look on his face he didn’t have anything good to say.

“Did you find them?” Pope asked hopefully as we all stood up.

“No.” Shoupe responded bluntly.

“So, they got away?” Kie asked

“We, uh... we lost them.” Shoupe replied vaguely. “I'm sorry.”

“You lost them?” I asked in disbelief. “What do you mean you lost them? Like, they're gone?”

“What are you talking about?” Pope added to my questions.

“They took an open boat into a tropical depression, Pope.” Shoupe tried to explain.

“So, they're dead?” Kie asked as tears began to cloud my vision.

“We don't know.” Shoupe tried to defend himself.

“You drove them straight through the storm, man!” JJ snapped. “Are you kidding me? Come here! I'm gonna kill you!”

“JJ, stop!” Kie tried to tell him.

“I'm gonna kill you, you bastard! You killed him!” JJ said before trying to take a swing at Shoupe. Another cop grabbed JJ before he could continue. I moved to his side trying to get him to calm down, from behind me I could hear Pope start to yell.

“He didn't kill anyone, and you know it!” Pope cried.

“We're still looking for him, all right?” Shoupe tried to explain.

“Pope. Pope, just stop.” Kie said to him. “Please, stop.”

Kie fell silent for a moment and I turned to see what had happened. I followed her gaze to the other end of the tent to see all our parents walking towards us and at the end of the line little Emmy stood next to my Mom in her bright red raincoat.

As soon as she spotted me she let go of my Mom’s hand and ran towards me. I leant down wrapping her in a giant hug. The tears that stung my eyes fell down my cheeks as I held her tightly.

After a minute I picked her up and turned around to look for where my Mom had gone. I spotted her behind me holding onto JJ as he sobbed into her shoulder, my heart broke even more when I realized that JJ’s dad hadn’t even bothered to show up. I walked a few steps forward to wrap my free arm around JJ. We all stood holding each other, after a moment Kie and Pope joined our group as we all huddled together.

We were all a little broken without John B but we knew we had each other and for now that was enough.

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[babydaddyleorio]

snacks: ryunosuke tanaka x reader

(one-shot)

pairings: ryunosuke tanaka x shaven head!fem!reader

word count: 1,385

summary: in which tanaka is hungry but forgets about his hunger when he meets you.

additional notes: the reader’s main take away is suppose to be her hair, but her appearance might be slightly oc if you don’t share everything in her description.

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Tanaka walked aimlessly down the long hallway, It being empty since school let out a while ago. He smacked his lips with annoyance as he recounted the events that led him to where he was currently at now.

When his last period ended, Tanaka rushed out the classroom door excitedly because he and his teammates were training themselves hard so they could win their next volleyball match. However, when Tanaka got to the gym, he wondered to himself why the usual loud and chaotic locker room was quiet and barren today. Being confused, he turned to see If Coach Ukai was lazing around in the teacher’s office, but the note on the door had stopped him before his hand could even touch the handle.

Apparently practice was cancelled today and Tanaka just didn’t get the memo. 

His stomach suddenly growled, breaking the suffocating silence that once surrounded him. He grunted out loud as he stuck his hands in his front pockets and changed his direction to go get a snack. It was after school hours so the café area was most likely closed, meaning he would have to be satisfied with vending machine food. His left hand moved around in his pocket to feel against crumpled up paper; Saeko had given him a few bucks this morning so Tanaka figured he might as well use it for a good cause. His black converse squeaked against the freshly waxed tile as he neared the snack area, but his movements stalled once he saw that somebody was already there. 

A girl stood in the distance, hand holding her chin thoughtfully as she surveyed the many options displayed on the vending machine. Tanaka stood immobile in his spot while mentally wondering to himself if he had ever seen this girl before. He discreetly studied her from the top of the ramp that led to the snack area, his eyes widening once he took all of her appearance in. The girl wore their school uniform, only substituting the usual tights with ones that were black and fishnet. She had a lot of piercings, well more than Tanaka’s ever seen, and her skin was a beautiful, rich color. Tanaka marveled at how different she looked from the other girls that went to Karasuno, but there was one thing that stuck out about her the most to him.

The girl who was getting a snack, her head was shaved… just like Tanaka’s.

Tanaka blinked at her, having this weird, bubbly feeling start to spread throughout his body. He contemplated If he wanted to hide himself behind the trash can that was beside him until she left to avoid any awkwardness, or just suck it up and get the snack anyway. As these intrusive thoughts wormed their way into his consciousness, Tanaka’s stomach decided it would be a great idea to growl loudly again, rudely blowing his cover. He immediately stopped his mental bickering and instead face palmed his forehead to shield himself from the embarrassment. 

The girl who populated the snack area quickly turned towards Tanaka, startled by the abrupt sound. 

“Oh, hello.” She said to Tanaka while pushing her glasses up her nose.

The girl's voice was beautiful and Tanaka stared dumbstruck at her for a split second before straightening his posture and clearing his throat.

“What’s up, you come here often?” Tanaka asked her with a slight head nod.

“No, no, no- why the hell did I say that? Damn I panicked, of all the times to say something embarrassing, it had to be in front of this cute girl! Oh she’s going to think I’m weird now!” Tanaka yelled at himself mentally, resisting the urge to bang his head against the wall that was next to him. 

Tanaka was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of low laughter reaching his ears. He glanced up, sheepishly peeking at the girl by the vending machines who was currently snickering at him. He rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrassment, but he was glad that she didn’t seem too bothered by his response.

“This is my first time at these machines— in fact, I’m actually new to this school and the reason I’m still here is because I missed my bus.” The girl answered and Tanaka looked at her in surprise.

‘That explains why I haven’t seen her before’ he mused to himself.

Tanaka’s stomach felt like it was going to tear itself inside out, so he began walking down the ramp and towards the vending machines plugged in the wall.

“I’ve been there before.” Tanaka said while shaking his head. “But I usually walk home now since I started playing volleyball.” 

The girl turned to Tanaka since he now stood right next to her. “You play volleyball? That’s pretty cool!”

Tanaka awkwardly pushed the button that would trigger the Doritos to fall, but he immediately perked up once the girl showed interest in his mention of volleyball.

“Oh yeah, It’s amazing! My position is a wing spiker and  whenever I’m out there on the court, I feel so free and happy. I’ve improved my skills so much since I've been practicing more this year,  and even my family is so proud of how far I've come! And don’t even get me started on my awesome teammates-” Tanaka beamed while bouncing gleefully in his spot, but once he realized that he was rambling about volleyball, he stopped talking and cleared his throat.

“Sorry.” Tanaka apologized while grabbing the chips from the machine that had fallen moments ago.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s nothing wrong with being passionate about what you love.” The girl shrugged, causing Tanaka to freeze in his spot. The girl bent down and grabbed her juice out of the vending machine slot and stood back up to slide it in the pocket of her backpack.

“When you were talking, I noticed that you had this really bright sparkle in your eyes. I can tell that volleyball means a lot to you and frankly, I think that’s pretty dope.” The girl smiled at Tanaka and he blushed while scratching the side of face bashfully with one finger.

“Well, I guess I better get going now. It was nice to meet you, but I gotta get home!” The girl said quickly after her eyes trailed to the watch on her wrist. She swiftly turned around and started speed-walking towards the exit, leaving Tanaka in his same spot with his arms stuck by his sides. He looked down at his sneakers, clenching the bag of chips that he had in his left hand. Primping his lips together, he turned around, facing the girl who had just pushed the door open.

“Wait!” Tanaka shouted at the girl with his eyes closed, causing her to stop in her stride and turn to look back at him with a confused expression.

“Yeah?” She asked, wondering what suddenly got into the boy. Tanaka nervously shifted in his spot feeling uneasy, but he quickly decided that he wasn’t going to be timid at this moment. He had something he wanted to say and he was making it his mission to say it with his chest this time.

“Your hair.. I really like it. I think It suits you well and it's very pretty on you.” Tanaka declared while looking at the girl’s shaven head, trying to keep a cool composure even though this was something that even he was too shy to handle. He hoped she didn’t find this to be weird since she had been quiet for so long, but Tanaka wasn’t lying about her hair being beautiful to him. He meant what he said.

The girl looked at Tanaka, startled at his sudden comment. She stood still while processing what he said, then finally a huge smile broke across her face. The girl lifted her arm and her hand formed a thumbs up. She tilted her head to the side while laughing happily at Tanaka.

“Thanks, I like yours too!”

Tanaka smiled at the girl who had by now waved goodbye and left, glad that she liked his compliment. He turned his attention to the chips that were in his hand and stuffed them in the pocket of his volleyball jacket that he was wearing.

His stomach was happy now. 

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