#i started screaming when i saw the exclamation mark

[just-somehuman]

OHHHH MYYYY GOSHHHH I KNEW THEY WERE JOKING THEY'RE BACK THEY'RE BACK THEY'RE BACK THEY'RE BACK-

Oh for f**k's sake.

#i started screaming when i saw the exclamation mark #like: JKKK WE'RE BACK WITH AIZEN'S ROUTE AND THE SEQUELS 😚 #man 😔 #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi koi meguri #ayakashi rr #arr #ayakoi

[whalesforhands]

chew your regret (geto x reader x gojo) pt.3

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warnings: no fluff here folks, just suffering. gore mentions.

“Suguru?” The man let out a laugh, throwing his head back as the sun shone down on him. “He’s my best friend. My one and only.” A boisterous exclamation.

“Ah, Satoru?” He smiled, gentle, soft and affectionate. The moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow. “In this world, there is definitely no other like him.” A serene confirmation.

“After all, we’re the strongest.”

There was a ‘we’, a ‘they’. In those conversations you’ve had, there was no ‘you’.

Maybe there never was.

No matter how you view it, Satoru and Suguru were made for each other. They loved the other in a way only they could ever understand, a love so deep it transcends meaning.

How could you ever have thought you’d be able to fit in a puzzle that never required you?

You should never have coveted what was never yours to have.

You feel the marks on your neck sear, the aftermath of your little session with the two boys. They glowed an angry red, the beginnings of the hickeys starting to mar your nape as you wince slightly at the soreness.

You floated around in a domain, eyes blank and empty as you thought and thought and thought, mind racing back to the times of your first significant memories of the duo.

Your breaths uneven as you heaved, the heavy stench of blood filling your nostrils as you shook. Your knees, scraped. Your leg having had had an arrow pierced, embedded into your flesh. You’re in pain.

It was a Grade 1 curse. What was supposed to be a straightforward, simple exorcism of the appearance of a few Grade 3 curses, your second ever solo mission, had soon taken a sharp turn.

You screamed as you felt the curse’s hands snap your arm, your staff laying on the ground, broken and useless much like your hand.

You heard the damned thing snicker, laugh at your pain as you struggled to maintain your vision. To stay awake. Stay alive. You can’t die. Not when you saw the young girl cowering behind the pillar you had hidden her in.

“Hehehe! You sorcerers are a joke!” It taunted, it’s hand gripping painfully tight around your torso, making you wince as you felt one of your ribs give.

“Oh? Not going to scream again? Perhaps I should break something else?” It squeezed tighter, it’s disgusting tentacles wrapping around you as it’s jaw began to unhinge, revealing a red, slime covered mouth, rows of yellowed, misshapen teeth and a sliced tongue. You felt bile and blood rise in your throat, desperate to fight off the pain. Desperate to fight back. You can’t be eaten here. Your vision was white hot, your broken arm feeling limp and useless at your side.

You heard a cackle.

Tchak! “Let the lady go, you ugly monster!” A small rock was thrown at the monstrous curse’s head.

No. No no no no nonnonono You felt yourself be thrown into a concrete wall, your back taking the brunt of it as you clawed at the wall with your good hand for support.

Stand up. Stand up stand up stand up.

“And what do we have here?” You heard the curse hum, it’s slimy appendages moving further and further from you. Towards the innocent civilian you were protecting.

Shit. You can’t see. The blood was rushing to your head. Your heart pounding at a mile per minute.

Your vision is gone.

You heard more screams. Your legs burned as you forced yourself up. Your eyes closed as you channeled your cursed energy.

Get the focus off the girl. You may not be able to physically see the curse with your current state, but you sure as hell can sense it.

You focus. Focus and focused and focused, a blast of your pure cursed energy surrounding itself around the girl, who was running for her life towards you as she screamed and begged for help.

You want to keep her safe. You promised, afterall.

Your mind steeled, your cursed technique activating as it formed a barrier around her just in time as the curse reared one of its ugly tendrils, forming a spike at the end as it readied to plunge through the civilian’s skull.

The tendril bounced back, burnt to a crisp by your cursed energy as the protective barrier burned, shined bright within the dark compounds of the abandoned car park.

The curse giggled. “You think that measly shield is going to stop ME?” It clawed and clawed at the barrier, the little girl curling into a ball in on herself as she cried and begged for it to be over.

The curse was futile in its attempts. You can’t break a promise. You steadied your breathing, your hair a mess and blood trailing from your face as you shakily held your broken staff in your good hand, your good elbow bracing yourself against the wall for support.

“Come…” You heaved. “Get me, you ugly bitch.”

It reared its grotesque head towards you.

“I should’ve finished you off first, sorcerer!” It broke into a run towards you, screaming agonized threats. “You’re going to wish you died just now!”

You hope your shield holds. This is your end. You can’t fight anymore. The last remaining remnants of your cursed energy flicker uselessly on your staff, dying out as you prepared for death to take you.

You failed. Failed to accomplish your mission. Failed. Failed failed failed failed failed

“Oops.” A strong wind blows in your face, the curse incinerated with one strong blast, with no milliseconds left for it to even think about its final words. “Suguru would’ve called that overkill.”

Gojo Satoru has made his entrance.

You never felt such relief, your knees collapsing where they stood as the chosen one stepped before you.

He took one look at the young civilian girl that had fainted from overwhelming fear, your cursed energy still glowing bright around her, before turning his judgmental gaze towards you.

“That was weak.” You know. “That all it took for you to get in this state?” You tried.

You couldn’t even answer him, your body burning in pain as you struggled to stay alive.

“Gotta hand it to ya, though.” You felt his presence near you, hearing him squat down to be eye level with you, his bones creaking slightly. “Pretty stupidly brave of you to sacrifice your last pitiful reserves of cursed energy on ‘er. Respect.”

You think you felt your heart throb at the compliment, before you passed out.

—

You sat within the confines of your hospital room, aimlessly staring out the window. The bandages encased almost your entire body, your cast heavy as you looked into the outside world with one eye.

(The other was tucked away behind an eyepatch to speed up recovery. Apparently, using reverse cursed technique on you in your sensitive state would cause you to potentially implode. Gonna have to wait a while before you could receive that treatment.)

You smile down at the signature Gojo had left on your cast, a crude drawing of what was meant to be him winking and sticking his tongue out.

(“You don’t have any other friends anyway. I can sign it as big as I like!”)

Beside it, was Shoko’s sign. A small message to you to recover quicker, cause being left to the two menaces was driving her insane, and she missed you so much.

(“I missed you.” She whined out, plopping her head onto your lap as you sat upright on the propped up pillow. Her short auburn hair obscured her eyes as she stared up at you, a pout on her pretty lips.)

“Please excuse me.” The hinges of the door squeaking slightly as they were opened.

Suguru was finally here. You’d didn’t think he cared enough about you to come.

“Ah, Geto-san.” You tried to bow in greeting, wincing when you were only able to bend forward awkwardly due to the pain and stiffness of the bandages as you met his eyes. “Thank you for coming to see me.”

“It’s nothing.” Suguru bowed back politely, a small bag of what he had seen you snack on during breaks in his hand.

(They were bought at the supermarket nearby after he decided it was rude to visit a hospitalized classmate without something. He’s better than Gojo.)

“I’ve come with some gifts.”

—

Suguru sat upon a chair at the side of your bed, lazily leaned back on the chair as a leg crossed over the other, hearing you fumbling with the plastic bag with your one good hand.

He broke the silence.

“Satoru told me about your mission.” He pauses, before smiling. “He’s been non-stop whining about having to fill in that report in place of you.”

(Gojo would’ve never written that report if it wasn’t for you.)

You let out a polite laugh. “I suppose I should thank him accordingly after I’m discharged, then.”

Suguru stays silent, watching, observing you.

“Were you actually going to let yourself die, trying to save that little girl?”

You stay silent, your one eye cast down towards the scratchy sheets of your bed. You don’t hesitate with your reply.

“I think protecting those who can’t protect themselves is a noble thing.”

“Even at the expense of your own life?” He cocked a curious brow.

You smiled. Genuine, soft and melancholic.

“Even then.” You direct your gaze towards him, looking him straight in the eye. “If not us, who else?”

Geto smiled. “You’re pretty strong, huh?”

——

You drift endlessly in the confines of your cursed space. You don’t think you could even forget them if you tried.

You think you’d curse yourself to remember them even in your death.

If- If all they wanted was your physical being… That’s okay, right?

You’re okay with that. Right? It’s all you can offer the two who had everything. The two who your heart hopelessly longed for.

Fate has cursed you to love.

And you’re going to accept it, wholeheartedly and in all its cruelty. You’re going to take it, cling onto the hope that they could ever love you, take and love and love and love, then die. No matter the pain.

That was just your fate, right?

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Notes:

Gojo thinks it’s amazing that you push on through again and again, despite your weak self. Putting others before yourself is something he isn’t used to seeing, and he’s so intrigued by your weird kindness. You never stop smiling either.

Geto thinks your strength is admirable. You were clearly weak and struggling to nurture your cursed technique, you should’ve given up long ago. You don’t possess any talent. But you didn’t give up at all. Cool.

The hospital was the first time you had ever properly met eyes with Geto. He didn’t expect your one good eye to be so sparkly and full of life. You looked cute.

Your cursed technique is pretty simple. It’s more defensive than anything. A technique that allows you to make barriers, walls and transport you to void of empty space. The void is not your domain. Only you can get in and out of it.

Unfortunately for you, you crushed on Gojo first.

#geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #satosugu x reader #dyf au

[lilapplesheadcannons]

Nie MingJue, the unintentional kidnapper

Or that time A-Yuan almost got adopted into the Nie Sect

Nie MingJue is starting to get slightly uncomfortable. Sure, it has been decades since HuaiSang was a toddler (two decades, to be more specific), but surely toddlers need to blink more? The child is looking at him like he is the most mesmerising vision it has ever seen in its entire 4 years on earth.

He tries to glance through the door without being too intruding. He understands there is a touching reunion happening somewhere inside, and God knows he doesn't want to interrupt the Jiangs screaming and crying and hitting and hugging their wayward prodigal demonic cultivator, but surely someone else can take the child? Is it not a cousin of the Ghost General and her terrifying sister? Now he thinks about it, he is not so sure they are very fit guardians if they are willing to abandon their charge to any random cultivator. And the worst part is A-Yao, the person best suited to deal with this situation, has left with them, presumably trying to find a quieter resting place for the Wen remnants away from the chaos that is the 100 days celebration of the newest Jin baby.

He flinches when a soft finger cautiously pokes his cheek. The child grins guilelessly at him and says, "Pretty gege!"

Nie MingJue blushes to the root of braids. That's it! This child is obviously surrounded by unreliable people who would teach him utter nonsense or dump him in the middle of enemy territories, so as a responsible adult, it is his solemn duty to adopt the child (a boy? It is dressed as one, but who knows with Wei Wuxian?) and take it to Qinghe. He stands up with the child under one armpit, the child seemingly unbothered by being dangled like a sack of potatoes.

"He's mine!"

Lan Xichen's baby brother looks just as angry as he did on the day they first met, when he ended up biting HuaiSang. Except now he is almost as tall as MingJue, and he has already put the tip of his finger on his sword.

Rude!

Nie MingJue, a sect leader and the chief cultivator, is an older brother first and foremost. How can he resist ruffling Lan Er-Gongji's already ruffled feathers even more?

"I didn't know Wangji had a child."

Wangji bristles even further, reminding him of the time he accidentally stepped on Second Mother's cat's tail.

The child waves at him from his precarious position, "Rich Gege!"

Does Wangji's eyes soften a little? Nie MingJue can swear he saw a crack of smile in his lips. Surely, he is just hallucinating. The child chirps out again, "Pretty Gege!" pointing at MingJue. The room temperature plummets several degrees.

"GIVE HIM TO ME!"

If Wangji doesn't want to take over from Lan Laoshi, he can easily earn his living teaching enunciation to rich masters. Nue MingJue heard every syllable distinctly, including the single exclamation mark at the end. Is he serious?

Nie MingJue stares at him. He has heard rumours. The light bearing lord! The war has done awful things to the cultivators. Once kind, just men have been reduced to butchers with enough trauma to last a few lifetimes, but surely it hasn't changed the upright young man in front of him to such an extent that he was willing to...

He moves the child from underneath his arm and settles him down on the ground behind him.

"Look here, Wangji, he is just a child..."

He gets interrupted again by the same clear, obstinate tone.

"Give him to me! Now!"

Has Wangji lost it? Does he want to kill a child, practically a baby, to avenge his father and his sect? Does he really think he can get away with killing the adopted child of Wei Wuxian when Wei Wuxian himself was just a few doors away? Not to mention the Ghost General and the Jiang sect leader in the vicinity?

You can probably cut the tension with a blunt sabre. That's the first thing Lan Xichen notices when he walks in, the second thing being his brother and his best friend locked in a staring contest. Wangji looks like he is ready to start a fight, and Da-Ge has that little mocking smile, which means he is happy to indulge. Behind him, little A-Yuan is studiously examining the pattern on the carpet.

Wangji breaks the stare first. He turns to his big brother and says, almost petulantly,

"He's not giving A-Yuan back!"

Lan Xichen smiles and shakes a deprecating finger at MingJue in mock sensor,

"Now, now, what do you mean by not handing over my nephew to my brother? Da-ge! If you indeed want a child,..."

Wait a second! The jibe about the child being Wangji's, that was purely a taunt. Is it true? Did Wangji really have a child? A 4 years old? But, he begs your biggest pardon, Wangji is a child himself! How can he have a child? When? With whom?

Having his sympathetic brother on his side seems to encourage Wangji to speak further.

"A-Yuan called him pretty!"

If only people could see their Light bearing Lord pouting! Xichen tuts.

"For shame, Da-Ge!"

But before Nie MingJue can demand explanation, A-Yuan decides he has had enough of the carpet and stands up, then walks over to Lan Wangji in a brisk, businesslike manner, who bends down to pick him up without breaking eye contact with Nie MingJue and pointedly kisses the child's forehead.

Nie MingJue is pretty sure he is having a Qi deviation right now. Ah well, there are worse ways to go, he supposes.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs crack #pure crack #nie mingjue #lan wangji #a yuan #wen yuan #lan xichen #Just imagine Wei Wuxian brought the whole burial mound to the Carp Tower for Jin Ling's 100 days celebration #of course he and the Jiang siblings have a lot to catch up on #and Jin ZiXuan needs to hold the baby while patting Jiang Yanli on the back #And Jin GuangYao needs to somehow accommodate few extra dozen of people! Managerial nightmare!! #Wait! Nie MingJue is just sitting there! Let him mind the toddler for a while! #Lan Wangji believes his precious son almost got kidnapped by the chief cultivator

[seanfalco]

Out Shopping

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98​​

Word Count: 7k Warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), anal fingering, anal sex, shower sex, choking, marking

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"For a lot of you, opening night is in two weeks!"  

The director took a deep breath before continuing.  "You're doing great, but I need you to know this entire show like the back of your hand if we're gonna make it perfect.  Class dismissed!" he joked, clapping his hands together. 

Lydia had been slowly building a resistance to performing, the more she rehearsed, the less tired she was after each run through and she couldn't wait to use that while stage-dooring with the fans. ‘We're done early, going home’, she texted Win, since she'd been asking earlier what time practice would end.

‘Lucky I got here early then lol’, Win texted back, already catching sight of Lydia’s bright coloured pony tail.  Usually she just waited for her fiancé at home, but today Win wanted to get out of the apartment for a bit, plus she was hoping to take Lyddie shopping before returning home. 

——

“Mmm, Winnie...” Win’s Nathan whined, stretching, not yet ready to commit to opening his eyes yet as he reached for the closest warm body in the bed with him.

Lyddie's Nathan was still very much asleep; he was at that stage where any outside noises blended into his dreams. "Five minutes, Lollipop," he mumbled with a sigh, kissing the arm that embraced him.

Win’s Nathan hummed as he felt Win kiss his arm and he tightened his grip on her.

Lyddie's Nathan started to slowly wake when he noticed the person embracing him was taller than Win… and didn't have Lydia's breasts that he liked to lean against. "Lollipop?"

“Hmmm? Win?” Win’s Nathan asked groggily, squeezing the person in his arms tighter before he realized it definitely did not feel like Win.

Lyddie's Nathan slowly opened up his eyes.  "Jesus Christ!" he yelped, jumping away when he saw neither of the girls were in bed, and that the person holding him was his clone. 

At his doppleganger’s exclamation, Win’s Nathan gave a jerk, finally opening his own eyes to find his twin in his arms and he screamed, quickly scrambling from the bed. “What the fuck, mate! Where’s Win?”

"How am I s'posed to know?" Lyddie's Nathan shouted, running to the opposite side of the room as if he was running from the devil. "Oh my fuckin'... can't just go around holdin' someone like that!"

“I thought you were Winnie! I was deep asleep!” Win’s Nathan cried. “It wasn’t like I did it on purpose!”

"I know..." Lyddie's Nathan groaned, clenching his eyes shut. "Let's just never tell the girls about this, alright? It doesn't have t'be weird, you're me and I'm you so it's like... it's like masturbation."

“Agreed, they can never know!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, throwing a shirt over his head. “Besides, it’s not like I was gettin’ off or anything! I only have a semi cause it’s morning!”

"True, true... and I only kissed you, 'cause I thought it was Lyds! We're just gonna live our lives and forget it ever happened, it's not like it's the first time," Lyddie's Nathan shook his head, trying to forget the heart tattoo incident.

“Yep, yep, exactly.  It never happened!” Win’s Nathan agreed, catching sight of a piece of paper by the nightstand. “Looks like Win went to go meet Lyds, so they might not be back for a while.”

"Oh, did she say where they were goin'?" Lyddie's Nathan asked, looking over his clone's shoulder, but quickly backed off when he noticed how close he was, quickly making a b-line for the kitchen.

“Says she wanted t’take Lyddie shopping,” Win’s Nathan answered, following his twin out. “What’s Lyddie got for leftovers?” he asked, leaning against the counter, keeping his distance.

Lyddie's Nathan sighed as he opened the fridge. "There's some beef stew, mashed potatoes, rice..."

 “I’ll eat whatever,” Win’s Nathan shrugged. “So, what d’you wanna do while th’girls are indisposed?” he asked, pulling out a couple of plates.

"I don't know..." Lyddie's Nathan shoved everything in the microwave and hoped for the best. "D'you wanna play a game or somethin'? We could watch a movie if you'd like."

“Movie’s always good. I like watchin’ stuff from th’future,” Win’s Nathan chuckled.

"Yeah, me too," Lyddie's Nathan nearly burnt himself taking the plates out of the microwave. "Sometimes Lyds says some shit about the future, and I never know if she's jokin' or not."

“Yeah? Like what?” Win’s Nathan asked, nearly burning his own hand as he took the plate from his twin.

"She told me about creepy clowns walkin' around and nobody knew what was happenin', and one time the world stopped 'cause nobody could decide if a dress was gold or blue," Lyddie's Nathan snorted. "Sounds made up t’me..."

Win’s Nathan shuddered at ‘clowns’ before shoving a forkful of food into his mouth. “What d’you think mum’ll say when she finds out there’s two of us... and that we’re marryin’ two chicks?”

"Ow... I didn't think 'bout that," Lyddie's Nathan inhaled sharply. "I don't think she'll be too happy, she wasn't thrilled when there was just one, imagine two! She might faint again.”

“Yeahh...” Win’s Nathan agreed with a twist of his lips. “Though I think she’d like Win and Lyds.”

"She loves Lyds, she kept tellin' me that I finally found a good one," Lyddie's Nathan rolled his eyes. "She'll love Win too."

“I hope so...” Win’s Nathan murmured, setting his plate down. “Never got th’chance to bring her round t’mum’s yet. Dad seemed t’like her... maybe a little too much,” he grumbled.

"Same thing with Lyds! He never said hi t'her y'know?" Lyddie's Nathan shook his head remembering that night in the police station. "He turned t'me and asked 'who's the bird?', fuckin' gross, man."

Win’s Nathan groaned. “D’you think we should invite him... y’know, to th’wedding?”

"I wouldn't, it's not like he'd come anyway... specially knowin' mum's gonna be there and drag th’dog with her," Lyddie's Nathan scoffed. "It might be worse if he does show up, Lyds told me he caused a scene at my original wedding."

“Ohh, classic Mike Young,” Win’s Nathan grumbled, rolling his eyes. He’d been sort of holding out hope, especially after Jamie, that their dad might actually try harder, but it didn’t seem like it. 

"I don't wanna risk it with the girls, I want it t'be perfect for them," Lyddie's Nathan had been scared of the wedding, he wasn't even sure how it’d be done.

“Me too,” Win’s Nathan muttered. He’d been thinking about it a lot actually. “How... uh, I mean...” he groaned, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. “Ah fuck...”

"We could try to pass it as a double wedding..." Lyddie's Nathan mused. "Or find a hippie officiant who doesn't care about that. Maybe we can do an alternative union, or somethin'."

“Yeah maybe,” Win’s Nathan agreed, picturing how each of the girls would look, his heart aching for it. “Ughh, what’s takin’ ‘em so long?” he whined, flopping back amongst the cushions.

"What? Am I that horrible t'spend time with?" Lyddie's Nathan mocked, following his clone to the couch. "I thought we were havin' some quality twin time... d'you have any ideas for the honeymoon?"

Win’s Nathan glanced over at his clone. It wasn’t that he disliked spending time with him, he just missed the girls. It was kinda odd when they weren’t around. “We could always go t’one of those fancy beach resorts. Or maybe Spain? Italy? I dunno man, somewhere warm, where they can wear bikinis all th’time. That is if we ever let em leave th’bedroom,” he laughed, waggling his eyebrows.

"I like the way you think..." Lyddie's Nathan bit his lip in excitement. He missed the girls as well, but he enjoyed those moments when it was just the two of them. "We could go to some tropical paradise, I've always wanted t'drink from a coconut."

“Ha!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, “Me too! Oh man, it’ll be great. Other important question. Bachelor party? Thoughts?”

"I kinda wanted t'do somethin' classy, like cigars and poker..." Lyddie's Nathan leaned back with both arms behind his head. "I've never smoked a cigar, and I can't play poker, but we can figure it out."

“Eh, how hard can it be?” Win’s Nathan laughed. “I’d say we should go back t’Vegas, but I’m banned for life.”

"Man... how th’fuck did you do that?" Lyddie's Nathan widened his eyes. "I did some pretty questionable shit over there, but none of them got me banned."

Win’s Nathan chuckled nervously. “Got arrested for cheatin’, didn’t exactly stick around for the court date after I posted bail,” he explained.

"Oh, so you got caught... not gonna lie, I probably would've if Lyds wasn't there," Lyddie's Nathan admitted. "She watched me like a hawk the entire time t'make sure I wouldn't mess it up, that's how we got the money for this flat."

Win’s Nathan crossed his arms over his chest as a sour expression crossed his face. “Yeah, well, I shouldn’ta trusted Nikki t’be my gamblin’ partner,” he grumbled. “I wanted t’surprise Win, so I let her sleep.”

"Yeah, Nikki hates our guts, dunno why..." Lyddie's Nathan could think of a few reasons, but none of them big enough to justify her rage. "Don't worry, man, next time the girls go on tour, we'll just casually skip Vegas, or we could use our power t'get you in."

“Yeah, no kiddin’. I would like t’go back to Vegas sometime,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed. “Hey!” he yelped, sitting up suddenly. “I just thought of somethin’! If we could use magic t’get me back into Vegas, why can’t we just magick our marriage certificate or whatever!”

"We could do that..." Lyddie's Nathan grinned, happiness filling him the more he thought about it. "The girls are gonna lose it when we tell them! We can actually get married, all of us! Well, almost all of us, but y'get it," he corrected.

“Hell yeah!” Win’s Nathan cried, high fiving his twin. “I’m a genius,” he boasted with a huge grin.

"Let's not exaggerate..." Lyddie's Nathan taunted. "You're okay, we both know I'm the real genius in this household."

“Oh right, that just means I’m the one that’s good at sex,” he pointed out, remembering what Lyddie’d said the other morning. “Ha!” he exclaimed, pointing at his twin.

"No! I meant I'm the sex genius of this household, you're the genius of less important matters, like... like taxes and shit," Lyddie's Nathan argued. "Just ask the girls when they're back!"

“Jokes on you, I know nothin’ about taxes!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed. “And I will!” he announced.

"Prepare for a rude awakenin', mate..." Lyddie's Nathan quirked an eyebrow smugly.

——

"Hey babe!"  Lydia ran to give Win a hug after seeing the text. "We live two minutes away, you didn't have to pick me up," she said despite being very happy with the surprise. "I missed you!"

“I missed you too!” Win exclaimed, squeezing Lyddie back. “I was actually awake and figured I’d come get you, plus I wanted to walk a bit.  Maybe we could look at a couple shops on th’way home?” she suggested hopefully. 

"Sounds nice, did you have anywhere in mind?" Lydia asked before kissing Win's forehead and taking her hand. "The Manhattan Mall isn't that far if you wanna go... what are we buying?" 

“Perfect!  I thought we might pick out a new outfit for you, for your birthday,” Win suggested. 

"Aww, you're so sweet." Lydia took Win's hand as they crossed the street heading to their destination.

“Y’know, I don’t think we’ve ever been clothes shopping together,” Win mused as they walked into the mall, passing several stores til they found one that had some cute clothes that matched Lydia’s aesthetic.

"Yeah, I don't think so either." Lydia couldn't stop smiling.  "Soooo, what type of outfit should I get?  Cause, I don't know exactly what we're doing, so how can I possibly dress for the occasion?" she teased.

Win thought for a moment, they’d be both inside and outside, and it was starting to get colder out. “Maybe a skirt and jumper with some leggings,” she suggested, letting her hands slide over some of the hanging clothes. 

"Okay..." Lydia agreed, looking for anything colorful or covered in sequins. "Y'know, Thanksgiving is coming soon, I was thinking we could do something special." 

“Oh yeah,” Win nodded, “It is, isn’t it? I can’t remember having ever really celebrated before,” she murmured. “We could make a dinner together... if you wanted.” 

"That's what I was thinking!  We could make dinner, then cuddle under the blankets watching some feel-good movie... I wanna show you guys how thankful I am for having you," Lydia said, mindlessly looking through a pile of jumpers. 

“That sounds absolutely perfect,” Win agreed with a sigh. “Did y’find anything you like yet? This skirt’s kinda cute,” she said holding up the plaid pleated one she’d found. 

"Yeah, I like that," Lydia nodded, grabbing a baby blue jumper with pink hearts all over it. "I love that combo, I'm gonna look like Baby Spice," she giggled. "She used to be my fashion icon as a kid."

Win laughed. “Scary Spice was always my favourite,” she said, following Lyddie to the changing rooms in the back. “You always look so cute no matter what you wear,” she murmured, fixing her hair as she caught her reflection.

"Not as cute as you, babe." Lydia gave Win a quick kiss before starting to undress. "Are you not buying anything for yourself? I was looking forward to watching you change," she joked.

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on it, but if you wanna pick out something for me, I will,” Win replied with a grin. “Or I could just take my clothes off for the hell of it,” she laughed.

"That's always a plan," Lydia put on the new outfit and looked at herself. Something about that jumper was making her feel odd. "The skirt is very cute... but I think I might go with a sexier top, I can't get sick anyway," she chuckled nervously.

“Okay…” Win said, tilting her head to study Lyddie’s reflection. “I’ll pick something else out for you and myself if y’want,” she offered, taking the jumper to return to the shelf. 

"Yes, please, like a crop top or something with cleavage..." Lydia sat down, it was weird, when she envisioned the outfit, it was nice, but when she saw herself in it, that was another story. 

“You got it, babe,” Win exclaimed, hurrying out to find something else. Five minutes later she returned with a low cut black top for Lyddie and a similar outfit for herself. “How’s this? Better?” she asked, holding the top out for Lyddie. 

"Much better," Lydia smiled, putting it on. "You have great taste," she took a deep breath, looking in the mirror. "I was aiming for Baby Spice and landed on young me.  Remind me to never put on an oversized jumper again." 

“I was gunna ask what was wrong with it,” Win mused as she undressed, bending to pull the skirt up around her hips. “I thought you looked cute.” 

"It just didn't feel right."  Lydia thought about trying on some high heels, but she didn't need to get any taller. "I haven't worn oversized anything since I was fourteen.  It just doesn't look good on me." 

Win finished dressing and frowned slightly. “You wear Nathans’ oversized shirts,” she pointed out, coming to stand next to Lyddie at the mirror. 

"At home, yeah.  I'd never wear it out without a belt or a corset," Lydia explained, admiring Win's reflection. "It makes me feel like the most undesirable person on the planet," she laughed. 

“Uhm, hate t’break it t’you, but you could be wearing a burlap sack and I’d still be crazy attracted to you babe,” Win countered with a grin. “Even if you didn’t have your colourful hair or wore glasses, I’d still be right here by your side, beggin’ t’shag you senseless.” 

"Winnie..." Lydia blushed, looking down to avoid her eyes. "You haven't seen me with glasses, I left them in England just to make sure I would even think about it. Glasses can be sexy, but not on me. You just say that 'cause you love me, and I love you too." 

“You’re right, I do love you,” Win murmured, raising up on her toes to kiss the corner of Lyddie’s mouth. “But even if you were just some girl I’d never seen before and you looked like that, I’d still be attracted t’you. But it’s okay if y’don’t believe me,” she said fondly, stepping back to admire her. 

"I want to believe you..." Lydia smiled, draping her arms around Win's neck. "I guess we'll find out in a few years. Si had a vision a while ago when we were at the Brooks Atkinson that I'd get to be Dawn in Waitress, for that I'll need short brown hair and glasses." 

“Sounds good,” Win quipped, snaking her arms around Lydia’s waist.

"You are so amazing, you know that? It should be illegal for someone so sweet to be so hot, and funny, and talented, it's not fair for the rest of the world," Lydia murmured before gently pressing her lips to Win's. 

“I’m not all that,” Win protested weakly, not wanting to pull away. 

"You're so much more," Lydia whispered. "You make me feel so special, I don't know how you do it, but you do... I love you." 

“You deserve to feel special,” Win murmured against Lyddie’s lips. “You’re the best woman I could ever ask for. I love you too, babe.” 

"You're gonna make me cry," Lydia only half-joked. "I can't believe I'm gonna have to pick my wedding dress without your help, that's gonna be a tough one."  She took one last look in the mirror before changing back into her clothes. 

“What? Why would you have t’pick it out without me?” Win asked with a frown, undressing as well. 

"You can't see your bride in her dress before the wedding, neither can I... it's bad luck." Lydia knew it was a silly superstition, but she didn't wanna risk it. "I'll have to go by myself or take the girls with me." 

“Oh, right...” Win murmured, biting her lip. She hadn’t thought of that. She didn’t wanna go without Lyddie, but if it meant that much to her, she didn't wanna upset her. “Are you... a little overwhelmed with everything we’ll have t’plan?” she asked hesitantly, pulling her jeans back up. 

"Well kinda, I don't know what we're gonna do, how we're gonna do it, but at the same time it's exciting, isn't it?" Lydia looked at the three rings stacked on her finger. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with all of you, and I can't wait to see you in a wedding dress." 

“I can’t wait either,” Win breathed, trying to imagine how beautiful Lyddie would look. “C’mon, let’s go pay for these,” she said, opening the dressing room door. “After this, wanna grab a coffee or something?” she asked, not ready to head home yet, selfishly wanting a little more time with Lydia to herself. 

"Sure, I want something sweet, like those little cake pops from Starbucks, or brownies." Lydia’d been avoiding desserts in preparation for the opening night, but it wouldn’t hurt just this once. "And then maybe we could take the 6th Avenue on the way home, the walk is a bit longer, but we get to pass next to the Bryant Park." 

“Perfect!” Win exclaimed, paying for their new clothes and pulling Lyddie with her. Soon Win had a coffee in hand while Lyddie snacked on her treat. “What d’you think the boys have been up to while we’ve been gone?” she mused.

"I don't really know what boys do together... watching porn, playing video games, sleeping," Lydia suggested, tilted her head as her thumb made circles on the back of Win's hand. "Thank God I left some food for them, so they don't burn the entire building down tryin’ to make something." 

“Very good idea.  I know you all like to joke about my cooking abilities, but I trust them even less in the kitchen,”’ Win laughed.  “I’m glad they’re getting along now,” she added, her voice sobering.

"Aw c’mon, you're getting so much better in the kitchen, I actually like your food!"  Lydia leaned against Win, kissing her cheek softly. "It makes me happy to see them having fun, they really are like a pair of twins... it's so cute to watch." 

Win smiled as she sipped her coffee. “They really are, I’m glad he gets to sort of have a brother again,” she mused, looping her arm with Lyddie’s as they walked. She was glad Lydia had suggested this route; the park was lovely. 

"Yeah, let's just hope his mum doesn't have a fit when she sees the two of them," Lydia laughed, distracted by the crunchy sound of the fallen leaves. "She freaked out about his power, imagine if she knows about the multiverse theory." 

“Well, her boyfriend’s a dog, so I think she’ll be able t’handle a little more weird news,” Win laughed. “Though, you know, I’ve never met her... not officially. Like I saw her at his... funeral, but...” Win trailed off, not wanting to think about that. 

"Ah yeah, they should be getting married soon too, like next year I think. She's gonna love you, she loves me," Lydia mused, looking up at the gray sky, “and you're a lot more lovable," she teased. "One day you'll meet my mum too, at least I hope so." 

Win squeezed Lyddie’s arm. “I’m sure I will,” she said, smiling softly up at her fiancé as they neared their building. 

Before Lydia reached for her keychain, she pulled Win close. "I can't seem to find my keys... maybe after a kiss I'll remember where they are."  She wanted to enjoy the last few moments of Win's undivided attention.

Win cocked an eyebrow at Lyddie, a smirk snaking across her face. “Well, if that’ll jog your memory...” she mused, pulling Lyddie close and pressing her lips firmly to hers, deepening the kiss willingly, her hands lingering at her finace’s waist.

"Here,” Lydia pulled the keys from her back pocket, slightly dizzy with the feeling of Win's lips, "let's see what the boys didn't destroy while we were gone." She opened the first door.

Win slipped her hand in Lydia’s, twining their fingers together as they made their way back to their apartment door.

“Wait,” she said, stopping Lyddie as she tried to put the key in the lock. “One more kiss,” she pleaded.

"As many as you want, sweetheart."  Lyddie placed her hand on the back of Win's neck before their lips crashed once again. Their passionate kiss was only interrupted by the unmistakable sound the boys causing of a ruckus in the apartment.

Groaning, Win reluctantly pulled back, breaking the kiss. “We better see what they’re on about,” she muttered, letting Lyddie open the door. As soon as Win and Lydia stepped into the room, Win’s Nathan jumped up. “I’m th’sex genius! Tell him!” he exclaimed. “He’s just th’regular genius!”

"I don't know what I was expecting..." Lydia looked at Win. "What are you two even saying?" 

"Y’know, the other day, that thing about one of us bein' smart, and the other bein' good at sex! He thinks he's the sexy one! Tell him, Lyds!" her Nathan rushed to kiss her neck and prove his point.

Win glanced over at Lydia, trying to hold back her laughter as her Nathan approached, biting his lip seductively. "Tell him, Winnie. I'm th'best at sex, right?"

"Both of you are the best at sex, that was a joke! Every time Simon and I would disagree on something like that, dad would say: one of you is right and the other gets a cookie," Lydia laughed, mussing her Nathan's hair. "Don't worry, you're both irresistible."

Win's Nathan pouted, glaring over at his twin. "I feel tricked," he muttered with a sour twist to his lips.

"Aw, poor baby, what do I have to do to make you believe me?" Lydia squished his face between her hands.

"I can think of a few things," he replied, his lips twitching as Win rolled her eyes.

"And what things did you have in mind?" Lydia drawled. 

"Hey! Not fair!" Lyddie's Nathan protested. "Y'know she likes the pout, that's playin' dirty!"

"Why don't y'take off your clothes and I'll show yeh," Win's Nathan winked, ignoring his brother and pulling Lyddie into the room. 

"Oh my God," Win muttered, carrying the shopping bag inside as she pressed the door shut with her back.

"Can y'believe that shit?" Lyddie's Nathan watched as his clone disappeared into the bedroom with Lydia. "You don't think he's better at sex, do ya?"  He took the bags from Win, trying not to sound too insecure.

Win gave him a long suffering look before stepping into his space, taking his hands in hers. "No, I don't think he's better," she murmured, catching his eye. "I think you're both amazing, just in different ways."

"I'll take it... maybe we're just both geniuses," Lyddie's Nathan nodded slowly. "Any chance y'wanna take your clothes off too?"  He gave her a hopeful look.

“Mayyyybe,” she teased, letting go of his hands to slowly lift the hem of her shirt.

"Shower or couch?" Lyddie's Nathan asked, hypnotized by the sight of Win's thighs.

“Whatever you’d rather, mister sex genius,” she laughed, letting the rest of her clothes drop to the floor.

——

"So, what did you wanna show me, Natty?" Lydia threw her leggings across the room. 

“Wanted t’show you my sexual prowess, so you don’t forget who th’real sex genius is,” he purred, getting naked as well.

"I remember saying you're both sex geniuses..." she mumbled, too distracted by Win's Nathan. "But I'm not opposed to that, you can show me." 

Tossing her down to the bed, Win’s Nathan practically leapt atop her, pulling her legs open, his mouth dragging down the inside of her thigh. “I love you, Lyddie, you’re so fucking hot, babe,” he groaned against her skin as his hands wandered higher.

"Oh, I love you too," Lydia breathed, arching into his touch, her fingers buried in his curls. "Please, baby, I want you so bad," she begged, hoping he would understand what she wanted. 

Not one for drawn out foreplay, Win's Nathan buried his face between Lydia's thighs, lapping at her clit eagerly, his fingers sliding into her, pumping several times before he switched tactics, pulling out to circle her other hole, easing her into it like the last time.

"Nathan..." Lydia didn't expect that, but she wasn't complaining, she wanted to feel the way she felt that day. "That's so good, Natty, you're so good to me." 

“Yeah? Y’like that?” he asked, lifting his face to look at her. “I wanna make y’feel so good,” he murmured, pressing slowly into her, working her til he could fit two fingers while he sucked at her clit. 

Lydia gasped, carefully watching Win's Nathan's movements. "Yeah, I love it when you fill me like that." She’d been reluctant to try taking both Nathans at the same time like Win did, but she wanted more. 

“You want more, Lyddie? Y’want my cock?” Win’s Nathan asked, eager to give it to her. “

"Yes! Yes, please, Natty, I want you," Lydia whined, squirming. "But..." she wasn't sure if she ever made that request before. "Be gentle with me?"

“Course, love,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, bending to place one more chaste kiss to her cunt before crawling atop her to reach in the bedside drawer for a condom and some lube, pausing to kiss her thoroughly.  Wrapped and lubed up he pressed his tip to her hole, watching her face carefully as his thumb circled her clit. “You ready?” he asked breathlessly. 

"I'm ready," Lydia felt a mix of excitement and anxiety though she knew everything would be fine. Win's Nathan (just like her own) could be a huge asshole, but he was a caring one. She trusted him to make sure she was okay and to stop if she wanted, he said it himself, he wanted to make her feel good. "I love you." 

“I love you too, Lyds,” he replied, his expression softening as he said it, grinning down at her before he slowly pressed into her. Taking his time, centimeter by centimeter, letting her adjust as he filled her. “Fuck, you’re so tight. This tight little arsehole’s all mine,” he groaned, fighting not to come already. 

"All yours..." Lydia threw her head back with a loud moan. It felt weird at first, but after she got used to it, she started really enjoying herself. "Kiss me," she nearly whispered, looking back at him, his words still sending shivers down her spine. 

Still moving slowly, pulling out to slide back into her, the slow pace and her tightness almost too much, Nathan obeyed, leaning forward to kiss her, hoping it would distract him so he could hold out longer, wanting to make sure she felt just as good as he did. “Fuck, Lyddie, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re takin’ my cock so well,” he groaned, bracing himself with one hand so the other could continue to massage her clit. 

Lydia moaned into Win's Nathan's kiss, feeling her pleasure building up fast "I wanna be good for you," she whimpered. "I'm getting close, keep going, Natty, please, I need you." 

“I’m close too, sweetheart,” he mumbled, keeping his thrusts measured while his fingers mashed desperately against her clit. “Fuck, I need you too. You’re so good t’me. So good.” He could feel his climax building. “Come for me Lyddie, please!” 

"Oh, Nathan!" Lydia cried out, letting that delicious rush take over, capturing his lips again to avoid screaming too loud with the intensity of her climax. "Come for me, daddy," she panted, not even stopping to think before the words spilled out of her mouth. 

At Lydia’s words, Win’s Nathan’s eyes shot open and as if it were a switch being flipped inside him, he came almost instantly, crying out in pleasure as he gave several last jerky thrusts, filling the condom. “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed wearily, pulling out of Lyddie and looked down at her in wonder. “Where did that come from?” he exclaimed, panting. “Not that I’m complainin’, just... Jesus.”

"I don't know," Lydia laughed, hiding against a pillow to cover how red she was. "I couldn't help it, it just felt... oh my God–” She wanted to disappear, but at the same time she was glad he seemed to like it. 

Nathan quickly pulled the condom off, tossing it in the trash can before pulling the pillow away from Lydia’s face so he could see her. “You have no idea how fuckin’ hot that was. Please, call me that again when we’re... y’know,” he begged, peppering her with kisses. 

"I thought I had that one under control, the one kink I managed to hide from you all," Lydia pulled him close with a giggle, still trying to hide from him. "But I'll do it if you like it... that was really good, I didn't think it would be, but it was." 

“Wait, so y’never called th’other me that before?” Win’s Nathan asked incredulously, feeling rather special, pulling Lyddie into his arms. 

"No, I was too embarrassed, but you did just take my virginity.”  Lydia kissed the beauty mark next to his collar bone. "Well, half of it anyway, I was feeling kinda... vulnerable." 

“Aw baby,” he cooed, running his fingers through her long hair. “I love yeh so much. I feel incredibly lucky t’share this with you...” he murmured, looking up at her through his long lashes. 

"You're so sweet, sometimes I forget how adorable you can be." Lydia twisted one of Nathan's curls, pressing her lips to his jaw. "Next time I could do it to you... if that's something you want." 

Nathan’s eyebrows rose. “I’d like that,” he replied, swallowing. It had been a while since he’d been pegged and the thought of another first with Lyddie excited him. “You look so hot with that strap-on on.”

"We can certainly make it happen." Lydia stretched before carefully sitting up. "I'm so thirsty, do you want something?" she looked back before taking his shirt and putting it on.

——

"C'mere," Lyddie's Nathan took Win's hand as they headed to the bathroom. "Let's relax a little, shall we?"

“That sounds nice,” Win murmured, letting Lyddie’s Nathan lead her, trying not to look too excited.

"I bet it does."  He smacked Win's ass before turning the shower on and stepping in and taking her hand. "Y'look so sexy right now,"

Win stepped into the shower after him, tripping slightly to land against his slick chest, the water soaking them both.

"Careful, Winnie." Lyddie's Nathan held her close before leaning in to kiss her, his hands sliding with ease up and down her body.

"Guess I can't help falling for you," Win joked, grimacing at how cheesy the line sounded as soon as it came out of her mouth, quickly pressing her face to his chest as she wrapped her arms around his back.

"That's so cute!" Nathan chuckled, he wanted to hold her forever, but he also wanted to fuck her until she screamed. "Turn around for me, sweetheart, against the wall."

Win obeyed, pausing to take one of his hardened nipples into her mouth, flicking her tongue against it before biting down gently. As she turned, she looked at him seductively over her shoulder, swaying her ass enticingly as she bent over.

"Fuck, Winnie," Lyddie's Nathan growled, smacking her ass once more, harder this time. "Y'love bein' a little tease don'tcha?"  He wrapped one arm around her, his fingers quickly finding her clit, massaging it slowly.

“Yeah, you like it too,” Win said with a cocky smirk, gasping as he touched her.

"You're right about that, love," Lyddie's Nathan purred, kissing her neck and kneading her breasts while the tip of his cock teased her entrance. "Tell me, what you want, Winnie."

“I want you t’fuck me til I’m screaming,” she replied, arousal coursing through her as he teased her folds. “I want you t’fill me. Use me, Natty,” she begged, so different from the other day when she wanted him to be gentle.

"Naughty little thing..." Lyddie's Nathan took both of Win's hands, pinning her against the wall and pressing his body against her. "Be a good girl for me and tell me when you're close," he demanded while slowly filling her completely.

“Ahh—“ Win cried, moaning as Lyddie’s Nathan pushed into her, holding her so she couldn’t move. “Yes, Natty,” she gasped, surprised at just how commanding he could be. She’d never seen her Nathan like that before.

"Hmmm you feel so good, baby girl," Lyddie's Nathan murmured, his other hand making its way to Win's neck, his fingers just lightly pressing into her skin, but without choking her yet. "Look at’cha... so beautiful, so well behaved for me."

“Mhmm,” Win whined, heat filling her as his hand circled her throat. With each rough thrust she rocked against the wall, the water not quite drowning out the lewd slap of his skin on hers as he pounded into her from behind. “Please Nathan,” she whimpered, her legs shuddering.

With a smirk, Lyddie's Nathan slightly tightened his grip on Win's neck while thrusting firmly into her. "That's right, Winnie... y'like that? Does it feel good?"  He had only done this once to her, and the first time was slightly traumatic, so he just wanted to make sure everything was okay.

“Fuck yes. Yes, it feels good! Just like that, please Nate! I’m so close!” Win cried, her voice hoarse with his hand tightening against her throat. She was seeing stars already, the heady mixture of pain and pleasure filling her. “God, please!” she whined.

"Come for me, baby, you've been so good, my good girl deserves it," Lyddie's Nathan kissed the back of Win's neck, mercilessly slamming into her, each vigorous thrust pushing him closer to the edge.

Win cried out as her orgasm slammed into her, intensified by the lack of oxygen, and she gave a loud keening whine, unable to articulate words.

"Jesus, Winnie, you're so hot," Lyddie's Nathan moaned, pleasure blurring his vision for a moment before he was able to focus again. "Are you okay?" he immediately let go of Win's neck and took her in his arms.

“I—I think so,” she murmured weakly, though her legs felt like water and she was still a little lightheaded. “God, that was hot, babe,” she panted, holding onto him.

"Yeah, it was..." Lyddie's Nathan turned the shower off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around Win's limp body to keep her warm. "Y'did so good, I love you so much, princess." 

“I love you too, Nathan,” Win replied, pressing a kiss to his wet chest. She didn’t know what it was about him that made her so eager to obey, to please him, but she liked it. He made her feel safe, even with his hand around her throat.

"Let's sit down a bit, alright?" Lyddie's Nathan wrapped a towel around his waist and carried Win out to the couch, unsure if the others were done or not. "I'll get some water for ya," he ran to the kitchen.

“Thank you, babe,” Win murmured as he returned, taking a sip of the water. “Am I gunna have a bruise?” she asked, her lips curling at the thought as she snuggled against him.

"I think so," Lyddie's Nathan smiled, kissing her forehead. He sure loved to be rough, but the aftercare was always the best part. "I could always make it disappear..." he teased.

Win pouted up at him. “Please don’t, at least not yet. I want them t’see,” she murmured, kissing his neck lazily.

"Ah, I see... y'wanna show off, y'little tart," Lyddie's Nathan laughed. "Okay, I like it."

"Is everyone decent?" Lydia knocked from the inside of the room. 

"Absolutely not," her Nathan shouted back.

Win’s Nathan pulled his boxers on before following Lydia out to the other room, finding Win curled up in his twin’s lap on the couch, still wet from their ‘shower’.  “Jesus Win,” he exclaimed as he caught sight of the darkening bruise around her neck. How hard had he choked her? he wondered, his stomach flipping slightly.

"Oh yeah, look at that," Lydia lifted Win's chin and placed a kiss to her neck. "I love it when he does that. Don't worry, honey, it's not bad," she turned to Win's Nathan before heading to the kitchen while her Nathan watched her, rather proud of himself.

Win’s Nathan chewed his lip, unable to quite tear his gaze from the bruise as he took a spot on the couch. “Does it hurt?” he asked. 

“Mmm, not really, it’s just a little tender,” Win mused, pulling Lyddie’s Nathan’s arms around her as she leaned her head against his shoulder. “I’m fine, babe, really,” she assured him, grinning sleepily, worn out. When Lyddie returned with her own water, Win’s Nathan caught her, pulling her into his lap as well.

"Careful," she moved to find a comfortable position. "I'm also a little tender," she whispered in his ear before kissing his neck. "So I see you had fun," she took Win's hand. 

"That's an understatement..." her Nathan gloated. He thought it was hot to leave bruises, if Win wanted she could always borrow Lyddie's power. He didn't really understand why his clone got so upset.

“Mhmm,” Win hummed contently, eyeing Lyddie and the way she shifted in Nathan’s lap, her expression tensing for the briefest moment. “What about you, hmm?” she asked, running her thumb over Lydia’s knuckles.

"Oh you know... it was fun," Lyddie grinned, trying not to look too excited. "We had a good time." 

"Seems you were right then," her Nathan didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, “we are both sex geniuses."

Win laughed. “You really are,” she agreed, curious exactly what all her Nathan and Lyddie had done, but if she didn’t wanna say, she wouldn’t press. “So what did you two get up to while Lyds and I went shopping?” she asked, eyeing both Nathans curiously.

"Talkin', y'know, wedding stuff and whatnot." Lyddie's Nathan shrugged. 

"Aww, you two were planning wedding stuff? That's so cute!" Lydia cried. 

"Yeah, we were thinkin' maybe with a little magic, we could get married, like legally."

“Wait, really?” Win asked, sitting up straighter. “That’s amazing!”

“It was my idea!” her Nathan exclaimed proudly.

"You're full of great ideas..." Lydia pulled him closer. "It's gonna be perfect." 

"Hey! What are you sayin'? That I don't have great ideas?" her Nathan folded his arms. 

"No, sweetie, both of you have great ideas," she got up to take the empty glasses to the sink. 

"That's right," her Nathan exclaimed, giving her a playful smack. "Jesus," she hissed. "Easy there."

“Yeah, careful killer,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, watching Lyddie as she passed.

"Wha- Lyds! You're always complainin' I don't hit you hard enough!" Lyddie's Nathan shook his head. 

"Well... today you gotta be a little more careful,” she chastised, fighting a smirk.

“Lyddie!” Win exclaimed. “Did you let him fuck you in the arse?” she cried.

"Wait, what?" Lyddie's Nathan nearly screamed. "Did ya?" 

"I might've..." she snapped back, unable to look anyone in the eye.

“Did you like it?” Win asked, reaching for her hand. In her excitement she hadn’t meant to embarrass her.

"Yeah, it was good, did you?" she asked Win's Nathan, knowing his response.

“D’you even have t’ask? It was amazing. You’re amazing,” he insisted, wrapping his arm around her.

"You too, babe... now, enough about my arse!”  She leaned into his embrace, feeling her cheeks burn.  "We're gonna get married, for real, that's exciting!"

“I can’t wait,” Win sighed. “We should probably start planning.”

#misfits #nathan young #nathan young x oc #nathan x lyddie #nathan x win #otp: green apple lollipop #otp: the quad #timeline anomaly’verse #collaboration

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Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba - Koyoharu Gotouge Volumes 16-23: Commentary Part 2/2 An unnecessarily long commentary with all the screams, all the musings, and ALL THE SPOILERS

-Ah, the Tokito twins met their parents too. Happy sigh I guess

-Now Tanjiro’s crying and he set me off again, great.

-A crow?! You dared kill a crow?! I freakin’ gasped!!

-Aaah, and Genya met the Shinazugawa fam. He was done dirty tho, he doesn’t get the full afterlife treatment (I see why, but still it’s notable).

-That Ubuyashiki sister slap tho, she drew blood.

-Ay ay ay, Giyu and Tanjiro met Muzan, I feel this has become a death roulette at this point. I genuinely don’t have it in me to be all “Please don’t die” anymore.

-Oh oh, one eye down for Tanjiro, that’s too soon babe no

-Yushiro, slay man, slay!

-“If it’ll help you defeat Muzan, then eat me!!” I laughed. What a good egg.

-Remember when Giyu thought he wasn’t a true Hashira, lol what nonsense.

-Man, this in anime, hearing the voices, will be torture. Like, I’m playing the voices in my head, but ofc it’s not the same.

-The hell happened to Tanjiro?!?!??!??! Side note, how fitting that after this, the next panel is Giyu, considering “he has always cared about Tanjiro.”

-Well, he can’t be dead, it’s too soon.

-Poor little master, I feel sorry for him.

-Himejima. I instantly feel better.

-GodDAMN, Sanemi, you’d think Muzan is made of jelly the way he slashed him!

-This is so freaking interesting, I never thought I’d be so engrossed in action manga stuff.

-Oh, Giyu and Murata in the same Final Selection? Cool! Murata’s been a Demon Slayer that long?

-Yes! Yes yes yes, ancient memories, yes!!

-What’s amazing is, this is a huge cast, but not once have I thought “Ugh, not this person’s backstory” or “Ugh, not this person in the spotlight.” I’m always like, YES, GIMME MORE, FEED ME, I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING!

-Heh, the Rengoku Slayer clan goes waaaay back.

-Ooh, so Demon Slayers predated Yoriichi, but he started the breathing techniques.

-A second ago I was screaming mid-battle and now we’re in the memory and it’s all so gentle because Yoriichi is gentle and the narration feels like a caress.

-I love how Tanjiro is still not magically OP, he’s still not as skilled as the Hashira. He has Hashira moments, but the Hashira can still do more and maintain their strength and stamina for longer.

-Idk, as I read, I feel like the author really cares about these characters and their stories, I feel affection coming through, like they are loved. I hope it was true.

-Seven hearts and five brains. That’s a lot of hearts and brains.

-Imagine banishing Yoriichi from Demon Slaying, what nonsense.

-You have every right, Iguro, go get your girl - and freakin’ yes, Iguro backstory, let’s goooooo

-The Flame Hashira as in? Rengoku Senior?

-Babe, they were fifty not very good people.

-That’s a cat with a MISSION.

-THE CAT SAVED US! SPLENDID!

-NOT THE CAT TOO, FREAKIN’ MUZAN, WTH

-The kids! The kids are here!

-The Kamado ancestors thought process: See house; get house. It’s a very tender connection they have with Yoriichi though.

-Eh? Eh? Eh? What’s happened to the Hashira? WHAT’S HAPPENED T-

-Ugh, my little baby Tanjiro, what has this awful demon man done to you :’(

-Ooh, Sumiyoshi saw the Sun Breathing forms and passed them down through the kagura dance, nice, makes sense.

-I love Sumiyoshi. I love Yoriichi. Help.

-We have a lil bit of best-antagonists-forever situation here, Yoriichi and Muzan.

-Tanjiro’s literally dancing the kagura, I cannot.

-No cats were fatally wounded in this manga.

-Iguroooo!! Tanjiro’s lil smile when he sees Iguro, help me

-Holy shit, Iguro jumping in for the kill, justice for Iguro

-We have to reach volume 22 to finally clarify how demons are made???

-What would we do without Yushiro

-When they end sentences with double exclamation marks, I feel it. One is not enough.

-I wish we’d seen a snippet of Zenitsu learning his forms before this.

-Look at the kids working so well together, I cry.

-NOT IGURO! JUSTICE FOR IGURO!

-Oh. Tanjiro lost an arm.

-Oh my heart, Giyu and Tanjiro holding the blade together.

-What victory, there’s so much story left!

-Rest in peace, Himejima :((

-Can’t... Can’t Iguro and Kanroji just get married in this life, do they have to die first, dammit? Haven’t we lost enough?

-Not Sanemi too??? What is happening! Phew!! PHEW!

-I understand that Tanjiro is dead, but also I don’t believe that Tanjiro is dead, bc there’s still too many pages, so I feel sadder for those that mourn for him rather than for HIM, because he’s simply not dead.

-Oooh! Ooooh mannnn ohooo is Muzan turning Tanjiro into a demonnnn. Kinda messed up in the greatest way that he did it because of Ubuyashiki’s speech on what lives on forever.

-I don’t know what will happen next, but thank you Giyu for not letting Tanjiro have his first kill, he wouldn’t like that if he turns back into human.

-I am laughing nervously because... because I’m oddly delighted at this turn of events. It’s just! It’s different! I like it! Just be thankful Tanjiro’s not demon-headbutting anyone yet, you gonna lose heads. Anyway, that’s one for Nezuko and Yushiro, right? Nezuko to calm him down and Yushiro to give him the drug?

-“This is the guy with the half-and-half haori! He’s our ally!!” Hahahaha, I don’t know if I’m hysterical right now or if it’s that funny, but I laughed.

-What is happening, why am I loving this so much

-Hooolly shitttt, he didn’t even listen to Nezuko??

-I’m 98% certain that Tanjiro won’t kill anyone, so I’m chillin’ and enjoying this feral Tanjiro. Love this feral Tanjiro.

-Go, Kanao, go!

-Oh no, ~Romeo and Juliet did actually die :(. Show their rebirth and reunion at least!

-Such bullshit, Muzan. “The dead” would give their life twice over for Tanjiro to live, smh.

-Tag yourself, I’m Inosuke crying over Tanjiro’s head through my boar mask.

-Oh my Kamado babies, they are smile-crying.

-Now I’m happy.

-Three months later.

-Asdfjdgkj, I love getting to know Nezuko in her human form, omg.

-I wonder what Yushiro will do with his life.

-Jesus, someone adopt the Ubuyashiki children. Giyu? Sanemi? Anyone?

-Giyu and Sanemi smiling at each other, help, why is this so soft

-Nezuko sitting on Uzui’s shoulder, HELP

-Kanao has some of her vision, and Kaburamaru, good good.

-The panel of Tanjiro and Nezuko smiling as they run to Giyu and Urokodaki. My heart is so full. I’m not crying, you’re crying.

-Can’t we leave it here at home, laughing together, with everyone else smiling peacefully where they wanted to be, why are there more pages, stop with the pages

-“He’s a pleasant but strong-willed boy” haha, yeah, that’s our Tanjiro.

-Eee, future Kamados, I cry. Great-great-grandparents omg Kanao and Tanjiro! <3

-That kick!! That’s definitely Nezuko’s descendant/reincarnation.

-That person in the twins’ background looks like Yoriichi’s reincarnation, good for him.

-Aw, the Tokitos are babies.

-I mean, Gotouge-sensei did always dabble in their AUs.

-Eyyy, Iguro and Kanroji, yessss, they’re married, THANK YOU!!!

-Shut up, I love how their reincarnations are all linked somehow.

-Baby Giyu with baby Sabito and baby Makomo, stop, this is too cute

-Centenarian Kiriya, help <3

-A RENGOKU DESCENDANT

-Aww, Inosuke and Aoi.

-Everyone that survived has descendants, I cry (they’re sort of reincarnations too though, no? The Rengoku descendant really channels Kyojuro, Sumihiko is channeling Tanjiro etc).

-Sanemi and Giyu sharing a post-war meal, help.

-Yushiro was only 35?!?!

-Well. I SURE hope Kanata doesn’t have a girlfriend! *side-eyes Toko*

-I’m very happy with the manga. When I was looking up reviews to see whether I should take up the task, one said, “I laughed and cried so much” and I remember thinking, “But I don’t want to cry...” but. But it’s so heartwarming. So heartwarming.

-A thought in retrospect: I mean, yeah, technically Yoriichi ~failed to kill Muzan, but he was also fighting alone. We have a full army AND poisons AND sunlight AND a strategy.

-Another thought in retrospect: As much as I hate the fact of it, as much as I’m never over it, narratively Rengoku’s death was one of the best decisions. The most kind-hearted, the most genuine, friendliest, the purest and one of the strongest Hashira at the time dying so early genuinely set a tone. It did not let you relax at any moment in any fight, because any moment could be The Moment. The stakes were perpetually high, and it’s hard to pull that off in a series with so many long battles over so many volumes.

-A third thought in retrospect: Even though Mitsuri is visually the most sexualized character, narratively -apart from that one pervert tailor- she’s not sexualized at all, to my recollection. No one comments or stares, Tanjiro panics, Iguro gifts her socks to make her feel better and, as far as I remember, it’s her personality that he compliments. Like, no one cares. I appreciate that.

-LMFAO WHAT THE HECK! I’d noticed that the boxed set had a few Hashira on one side, and always wondered “hm why only these Hashira,” but left it at that. NOW I’m like, “Oh Tanjiro and Nezuko are holding the death flowers,” and I REALLY LOOKED WHO was in the art AND IT’S THE DEAD! THEY’RE HOLDING FLOWERS FOR THE DEAD, HOLY SPOILER! WHAT! THANK GOD I AM OBLIVIOUS, geez!!!

#demon slayer #demon slayer manga #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba manga #manga #manga commentary #spoilers

[holy-hyuck]

NCT Dream Reaction: They See You Wearing Their Clothes

warning: there’s like a swear word or two in jaemin’s

by the way, would you guys want me to add shotaro and sungchan as a bonus into these since they’re not in a permanent unit yet?

also no, i absolutely do not have a crush on jaemin, what are you talking about?

Mark

It was so cold, so unbelievably cold in Mark’s apartment. You told him to fix the heating but he’s been too busy binging Netflix to bother. Shivering in your thin tee, you rummaged through Mark’s closet for something warm to wear. If he wasn’t going to get the heating sorted, you were going to steal every last one of his hoodies until he had no other choice.

Throwing the black, oversized hoodie over your head, you made your way downstairs and plopped on the couch beside him, making him turn his attention away from the TV screen and towards you.

“Is that my- Is that my hoodie?”

“Yes, it is. Actually, it’s now mine, at least until you get the heating fixed.” You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

Laughing, he threw his arms around you and started mumbling into your neck.

“Gosh, you’re so cute, you have no idea.”

You let out a whine, surrendering. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Renjun

You stayed over at the Dreamies’ dorm with the intent of catching up with them since their busy schedule meant you barely saw them - especially your boyfriend. A sleepover and a movie night seemed like a great idea.

The boys already had a table stacked with snacks and drinks.

You made the awful decision of wearing denim shorts, which meant twisting and turning for the first thirty minutes of the first movie Jeno picked until he had to go to the toilet and you paused it.

“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, seeing your discomfort.

You shook your head, looking over at your boyfriend. “Do you have anything comfortable I could wear?” you asked, a puppy-like look on your face (or at least an attempted one), and he obliged, bringing you a pair of his sweatpants.

Once Jeno exited the toilet, you changed into your boyfriend’s clothes, coming back into the living room. Upon seeing you, Renjun burst into laughter, the already slightly baggy (on him) sweatpants completely drowning out your legs so it looked like you were wearing a trash bag over them.

“Y-You l-look great-”

He managed between laughs, covering his face, his head falling back into the couch cushions as he nearly fell on Jaemin. He was hoping his hand also covered his blush because - although he wasn’t sure what exactly it was - something about you wearing his clothes made him feel fuzzy inside and he hoped to see you in them again - just maybe in different circumstances.

Jeno

Out on the beach with your friends was the best way you could think of to spend the last weekend off before school. You sat on the sand, watching Yeri and Jaemin splash each other with water, their swimming suits soaked. They've been at it for the past fifteen minutes, and it all started because Jaemin drank one espresso too much and threw Yeri into the water.

You sat next to Jeno, both of you watching your friends laugh, and next to him sat Renjun, who typed on his phone like his life depended on it. You and Jeno didn't speak much; you were a bit awkward around each other, you'll admit, but that's only because two months ago, you kissed during a game of spin the bottle, and it was a little more heated than you would like, and now maybe, just maybe, you've developed a crush on the black-haired boy.

It was weird - you've known him for three years, and never looked at him that way. Only after the kiss, you started seeing him as this handsome guy with crescent-shaped eyes when he smiled, and not just a friend who wasn't ugly.

Your two friends finally got out of the water, making their way to their towels and drying themselves off. You shivered, the evening weather finally catching up to you. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you rubbed the skin harshly, hoping to generate some heat, and hoping you'll be making your way back home soon.

Renjun noticed this and shoved Jeno with his elbow, gesturing to you. When Jeno gave him a confused look, he rolled his eyes and started tugging on Jeno's jacket in an attempt to take it off. They had a little fight to the right of you, but you were none the wiser and ignored them until Jeno cleared his throat. You looked in his direction to see him taking off his jacket and draping it across your shoulders before giving you a small smile.

"You looked like you needed it."

You smiled at him. "Thank you." Both of you looked at the sand beneath your feet, heat rising to your cheeks.

To your left, Jaemin and Yeri exchanged a look and simultaneously rolled their eyes. You were both so goddamn oblivious.

Haechan / Donghyuck

You clipped your hair back with the lonely bobby pin in your pocket, pulling the jacket around you tighter to brace yourself for the ruthless winds outside. Exiting the shop with Donghyuck by your side, you picked up your pace to make it home before it became any colder or windier - which it did, a minute into your journey.

The wind made your eyes water and you shrunk yourself, head down, ignoring your boyfriend, who began failing to catch up to you.

Suddenly, you felt something warm wrap around your neck and turned around to find your boyfriend securing his scarf around it, unzipping your jacket to tuck it underneath, then zipping it back up. It left his neck exposed due to the low-cut t-shirt he wore under his leather jacket, and you frowned at the sight of it, opening your mouth to protest before he interrupted you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. You look like you need it more than me.”

Wrapping his arm around you, thus offering you even more of his body’s warmth, he led you towards his apartment, where he made you hot cocoa and cuddled you until you felt warm again.

You still didn’t take off his scarf, and he never asked for it back.

Jaemin

Maybe you didn't remember much from last night, however, when you woke up with a white, oversized denim jacket hanging from your desk chair, you were reminded of Jaemin - a loud and charming boy from one of your classes - lending you the covering after he walked you home after one too many drinks. In your defence, you bet with your friend that you could handle more shots than her, and won (the vomiting-in-the-garden part doesn't matter).

You got ready and rushed into your lecture hall, sitting somewhere in the middle and eyeing the students to spot the black-haired boy. When you managed to finally do so, he was already talking to one of his best friends, and the professor had started the lecture.

At the end of the lecture, you went up to Jaemin, who again, had busied himself talking to his friend. But when the other boy, Lee Jeno, saw you, he slapped Jaemin across the chest to get his attention.

Finally, Jaemin turned to you, taking a second or two to take in your appearance, his denim jacket hanging loosely on your shoulders. He almost laughed, his smile getting bigger than you've ever seen it. In the background, Jeno was laughing his ass off at Jaemin's reaction.

You cleared your throat. "Sorry, I just saw it on my chair today. It's yours right?" You took the jacket off of you and handed it to him once the boy nodded his head. "Thanks for last night, I don't know how I've survived but you certainly made it easier. Anyway, I'll see you later. You too, Jeno."

The older boy waved his hand at you and walked to Jaemin as the two of them watched you leave. "They looked good, huh?"

Jaemin looked to Jeno and smiled. "Fucking gorgeous."

Chenle

You may or may not have gotten too comfortable during your last few weeks of university, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie every day around your house, only swapping out the bottoms for a pair of jeans when going out. Honestly, you couldn't even remember the last time you put any effort into your appearance.

However, the dreadful day came when you had to meet Chenle's friends. You weren't dating for long, only a couple of weeks at most, so you felt the need to impress both them and your boyfriend. Thankfully, the plan to go to an amusement park were cancelled and swapped out for a movie night, so you felt okay with throwing on a hoodie and calling it a day. Spotting a bright blue coloured one in the corner of your bed, and realising it's Chenle's, you quickly pulled it over your head and rushed out of your house after realising you were late.

You were shaking the whole way to Jisung's house, hoping to calm down by the time you got there. He graciously let you inside and introduced you to two other guys and a girl, and you hoped they would spare you the embarrassment of wiping their hands after touching your sweaty palm.

"I like your hoodie," the girl said.

"Oh, thank you. It's Chenle's, actually," you replied after a beat. "Um, where is he?" You looked around, unable to spot the blond boy.

Suddenly, you heard a high-pitched scream coming from your right, an exclamation of "cute!" yelled your way, right before being tackled to the ground by the man-child in question. He pulled the hood over your head and grinned down at you.

"I'm guessing you like it?"

Jisung

Grabbing a book off Jisung's bedside table, you plopped on his bed with nothing but his thick, blue robe on. Admittedly, it was warm and cosy; definitely something you would have to steal. You skimmed through some of the pages of the history textbook before becoming bored and chucking it next to you.

Standing up from the mattress, you wandered around his room, waiting until he finished his shower.

"Hey, have you seen my-" Jisung came out of the bathroom, holding a towel to his chest, "-robe?"

He sighed, looking at you in his garment as you smiled like the Cheshire cat.

"Can I have that back?"

You skidded across the room to stand in front of him, going on your tip-toes and giving him a peck on the lips. "Nope."

Jisung shook his head at your antics before going to change into some clothes.

#nct reactions #nct dream reactions #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #mark reactions #renjun reactions #jeno reactions #haechan reactions #donghyuck reactions #jaemin reactions #chenle reactions #jisung reactions

[makeste]

BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

ffkdjslk

“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

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STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit

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[high-functioning-lokipath]

Loki x Reader - Glorious Purpose - Words: 2,578

Based on this prompt:

Enemies-to-lovers, but instead of featuring a villain redemption arc, the heroic one is getting progressively more corrupt, unhinged and fucked up, and the one who was originally the clear-cut villain out of the two is just like "well mark me down as scared and horny"

You were a somewhat independent agent, but officially you worked with SHIELD. Fury had recruited you although you had yet to move back to New York to be closer to everything. At the moment, you were enjoying an extended stay in Europe. It had started with a small mission and you decided to vacation for a while, take a well deserved break.

"Champagne?" A waiter asked you. You nodded, taking a glass from his tray before he continued on. You'd managed to get yourself an invitation to a gala in Stuttgart and you weren't one to pass up free food and wine so you went. Your gaze floated across the room and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Everyone here had the same look: stuffy, stuck up, money coming out their-

"Pardon me," A man said. He walked up behind you, bumping into you accidentally.

"It's fine," You said automatically. Looking up at him, your eyes widened slightly. Now he was handsome. He smirked at you and you opened your mouth to say something but he turned away. Unfortunately, just as quickly as you had seen him and he had already gone. You wandered around for a few more minutes before the guest speaker walked out. You worked your way to the front of the crowd to listen to him. Even with your heels though you weren't tall enough to see over everyone. Suddenly you looked up, seeing movement on the stairs. For a moment you thought you'd see the man from earlier walking down. "Is he another guest speaker?" You wondered. Before you could get any closer to get a better view, you heard screaming. And then everyone started running. You finally elbowed your way to the front and saw the mysterious man walking away from the guest speaker who was now lying unconscious across the big fancy table. You ignored the speaker and chased after the dark-haired stranger. He had a dark smirk painted across his lips. Just before he walked outside, there was a bright glimmer around him and his sharp suit transformed into golden and leather armor. "A bit much," You thought with a silent chuckle. To get a better view, you transported yourself next to a small souvenir booth, watching as he approached the terrified crowd. Duplicates of his suddenly appeared around the edge of the crowd, including one only a few yards away from you.

"I said, KNEEL!" He yelled, slamming his scepter on the ground. The crowd immediately followed his orders. Your phone in your pocket buzzed and you discreetly checked it.

Are you still in Germany? - Fury

LOL I'm assuming you're heading my way. You should see this guy! 👑 - Y/N

Wait for the team, Y/N - Fury

…or what? 🙄😏 - Y/N

You pocketed your phone and walked out, skirting the crowd and making your way to the mystery man. The real one you assumed.

"Is not this simpler?" He started. "Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation." He spoke eloquently, not surprising you all that much considering his attire. Although his phrasing confused you slightly. It was as though he wasn't speaking to fellow humans. You supposed most men who considered themselves superior often did so though. "The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

"Not to men like you," You spoke up, having snuck up beside him. He smirked, walking towards you and towering over you.

"There are no men like me," He gloated. He reached out to grab you but you ducked and ran behind him. Whipping around he held his scepter out, pointing at you. "Let her be an example to you!" He yelled to the crowd. As he shot, the Captain dropped in. He stood in front of you and blocked the blast with his shield.

"I didn't need that, Steve," You hissed.

"Just shut up and help me," He replied. You rolled your eyes and teleported to a more strategic location before Mr. Gold and Leather noticed.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing," Steve said. You rolled your eyes.

"We get it, Steve, you're old!" You yelled. Sometimes Steve got on your nerves. The man turned to you but Natasha quickly distracted him. She was flying the quinjet above, aiming a machine gun at him. They continued fighting and you watched the movements of the stranger, looking for a weak spot.

Suddenly you hear loud rock music blasting over the PA. Just before Iron Man swoops in, the music preceding his actual appearance, you see your chance. "Over here, pretty boy," You call out, your smirk almost matching his. As he approaches you, you whip out one of your knives from your thigh holster, twirling it in your hand.

"Oo, feisty," He grins. He points his scepter at you, about to touch your chest with it, when you teleport behind him. In the split second of his confusion, you jump up, grabbing the horns of his helmet, and kick him in the back of his knees. He falls back and you duck out of the way, letting him land hard on his back on the ground. He lets out a huff as the wind gets knocked out of him and you quickly stand over him, planting a foot on his chest. You know he could throw you off easily but you're holding a knife to his throat as well so you take your chances.

"Your turn," You say. He holds his hands up, his armor glimmering once again before revealing a much simpler outfit. You shook your head, still confused as to where he was from. This clothing was obviously not bought at the local department store. Once the team had restrained him and loaded him into quinjet, you wandered over to him, watching him closely. Cap and Stark were passive aggressively talking off to the side, as if the stranger couldn't hear them. You shook your head and walked over, taking a seat next to him. "Hi," You said with a small smile. "What's your name?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You do not know who I am?" He asked. You shook your head and chuckled.

"You're a well dressed man who apparently wants to take over the world. That's about all I know. Fury never tells me anything so I'm flying blind here."

"I am Loki of Asgard," He grinned. He was about to launch into his "Glorious purpose" speech, when thunder and lightning rattled loudly outside. Loki got a frightened look on his face, trying to look outside from his seat.

"Are you ok?" You asked. Loki's head whipped back to you, eyes staring into yours.

"I-no," He admitted, something in his eyes .

"What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" Cap asked Loki.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows," He said. As he spoke you finally figured it out.

"Your brother is Thor!" You exclaimed.

"Unfortunately," He replied as the God of Thunder himself landed on the roof of the plane. When Stark opened the back hatch and Thor landed inside, you frowned, nose scrunching in disgust.

"Oh my gosh what a himbo," You mumbled. Loki stared at you for a moment, eyebrows raised in surprise, and opened his mouth to say something but was swiftly yanked out of his seat by his brother.

You didn't see Loki again until the Helicarrier. Up until that day you'd never doubted Fury even though you didn't like working with others, but suddenly you weren't sure who to trust. Stark and Banner thought Fury was up to no good with the Tesseract and, while Steve didn't want to agree with them, he just confirmed their theory. You just helped him break into the storage room and we're staring at each other in shock.

"Weapons. Fury is making weapons. That lying-"

"Ok," You sighed, interrupting the Captain's exclamation. "Get this back to Tony. I'm going to check on something else. Meet back at the lab?" Steve nodded and headed out with the gun.

You stealthily made your way to Loki's cell. While you were mildly terrified, you needed to talk to him. When you walked in the room, you saw Natasha already there.

"There's not many people that can sneak up on me," Loki said, smirking as he turned to face her.

"But you figured I'd come."

"After. After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, as a balm. And I would cooperate."

You listened as they talked, hiding in an unseen corner of the room. "I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out," Natasha said.

"Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Drakov's daughter? Sao Paulo? The hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything?" At this point Loki had stood from his seat across the cell and was slowly making his way, stalking, towards her. "This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer, pathetic! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers.You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!" Finally he slammed his fist against the glass, startling both you and Natasha. "I won't touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you! Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you fear! And when he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is my bargain, you mewling quim!"

Natasha had backed away, shaking, eyes wide in terror. "You're a monster," She gasped.

"No," Loki chuckled darkly. "You brought the monster."

"So, Banner. That's your play," Natasha said, suddenly not crying or seemingly emotional at all. Loki was shocked. Natasha hurried out of the room, thanking Loki and talking hurriedly on her ear piece.

You quickly slipped out of your hiding place and hurried over to the cell. "What are you doing here?" Loki sneered.

"I have some questions," You said. He rolled his eyes and huffed. "Personal ones. This is for my own agenda."

"Fine, one question," He relented, smirking slightly. Loki fully expected you to still be trying to gather information from him.

"Look, I listened to your little speech there. I don't completely agree with you but you have a point. In some respects we're no better off than you," You said. Loki raised an eyebrow curiously, watching as you stood right against the glass, staring up at him confidently. "If I were to help you, what would be in it for me? I want an honest answer or at least a believable lie. Don't give me a "glorious purpose, bright lure of freedom" speech. Tell me something I can believe. What would you do if I helped you?"

"I can't promise you anything except your life. I promise I won't kill you. Now, if you're stupid enough get yourself killed-"

"I get it," You chuckled. Nodding you smiled at him. "I'll let you know." With that you left, leaving the God of Mischief to his thoughts.

When you rejoined the rest of the team in the Lab they were, unsurprisingly, arguing again. "I'm sorry, what were you lying?" Tony said, showing Fury the files he'd just hacked. Steve was standing next to the weapon, Fury was yelling, everyone was pointing fingers. You shook your head but saw your opportunity. In the commotion, no one was paying any attention to the scepter. You bit your lip nervously. You had to make a decision.

The entire Helicarrier was in chaos. It was nearly impossible to make your way to Loki's cell without being seen but you eventually made it. With so many agents running around you didn't want to risk teleporting and find yourself at the wrong end of their guns.

When you finally reached the cell you saw the door open and Loki standing in it. "No!" Thor yelled, running at him. You almost cried out to stop Thor but then you noticed movement from the other side of the glass cage. As Thor tumbled through Loki's illusion you grinned.

"Are you ever not going to fall for that?" Loki asked Thor, locking him in the cell. Thor roars and slams Mjolnir on the glass which cracks under the impact. Both you and Loki are surprised, having thought the cell was indestructible. Loki walks over to the control panel slowly. "The humans think us immortal. Should we test that?" Before he can press the button, Agent Coulson shows up with one of the weapons you'd seen in storage.

"Move away, please," He says. "You like this? We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don't know what it does. Do you wanna find out?"

As Phil was speaking you snuck up behind him. And just before he shot Loki you shoved the scepter into his back, stabbing him through. Pulling it back out you dropped him to the ground and grinned at Loki. 'Pity,' You thought. 'Phil always seemed to be such a nice guy.'

"Why did you do that?" Loki asked, staring at you in surprise. There was an odd look of terror and excitement on his face. "I didn't promise you anything."

"Yes you did," You said, walking up to him and handing him the scepter. "You promised me loyalty." The facade cracked for a moment, a soft smile slipping through. "And you're pretty."

"I like you!" Loki laughed, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him. "Shall we?" He asks, gesturing to the red button.

"Of course," You reply. Your hand hovers over it and you glance back at Thor who is in disbelief. "It's nothing personal, Thor," You say. "Or, actually," You look back at Loki and smile. "It definitely is." You press the button and air whooshes around you as it falls to the earth below.

"You're gonna lose," Coulson says weakly.

"Am I?" Loki asks, turning to look at him.

"It's in your nature."

"Your heroes are scattered, your floating fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?"

"You lack conviction," Phil replies.

"Not anymore," Loki sneers at him, holding you even tighter.

"So what are you gonna do about it?" You taunt. Suddenly you're both blasted out of the aircraft.

"So that's what it does."

You scream, closing your eyes and clinging to Loki as you both fall. "Calm down," Loki yells. Suddenly there's hard ground below you. As you open your eyes and reorient yourself you see it's actually hardwood.

"Where are we?" You ask.

"Stark Tower." Standing up you see the city skyline before you just outside the window. "It's about to begin," He says. "Are you still with me?"

"Yes," You reply immediately, taking his hand. He tilts your chin up and kisses you softly in contrast to his overall demeanor.

"We shall rule together then, my queen," He promises. You nod and kiss him again before you walk out to the balcony to wait for the inevitable arrival of the Avengers.

"Together."

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[justkending]

Moral of the Story. Chapter Four.

Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all this time to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.

Pairing: Bucky x Y/N

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Chapter Four:

Bucky groaned as the alarm blared throughout the room. Rolling over to his side, he threw his head into the pillow. That didn’t stop the beeping like he had hoped, so with a groan he pushed up, smacking the red numbers that screamed at him. He rolled back onto his back and blinked up at the bare ceiling.

Today was the day…

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Y/N couldn’t seem to sleep at all, so she woke up early at 6:30 jumping into the shower. Having the extra time, she took it to have a nice long soak in the hot water. The schedule of the day running through her mind.

The chance of them running into each other was practically at 100%. They had a time frame of 9-10 to get in and sign what they needed. Mr. Murdock said something along the lines that it would take about 30-45 minutes to get everything finalized and copied. 

So yeah… Within an hour frame of needed 30-45 minutes of signing shit and getting multiple copies made, meant Bucky and her would most likely be sitting next to the other as it was done. 

She let out a tired and irritated moan as she finally decided to turn off the water. She had it running for so long, her hands were prunes and the water was becoming lukewarm. The world was telling her to suck it up and move on with the day. 

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The car ride there was dreadful. Every stop light just elongated the inevitable meeting. Every turn brought him closer to the terrifying reunion. 

He was running early to begin with, but after hitting traffic from a wreck, he was now running just a few minutes behind. So weaving through the people who didn’t understand New York traffic was his specialty in showing up in time. 

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She stopped at the coffee shop by her house before really heading to the attorneys office. The car ride to the place was easy and smooth on her end. From coming from the outskirts of Brooklyn, the inner city traffic was avoided for the most part. So she was there early. She even had a second to sit in her car and drink the latte she had bought. Something about Brooklyn latte’s was 10x better than anything California had.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact they actually had cold weather to pair the hot drink with, whereas where she now lived, the lowest low in temperatures was 70 degrees. 

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Getting there with just 3 minutes to spare, Bucky rushed out of the car and walked with a hint of speed to the door that read Nelson and Murdock Law Firm. 

No sign of Y/N yet, but as he walked in, he heard a shout from the street that caused him to turn as soon as he walked in. He didn’t have a second to register what the shout was about as he took two steps in and ran straight into someone’s back. 

“Whoa!” he said, using his hands to brace himself on the mystery person's shoulders, and the other person making the same exclamation. “Oh God, I’m so sor-”

Before he could finish the apology, the women turned showing the face of his matured high-school-sweetheart. 

“Oh,” he let out in a breathy turn. He could tell just from past experience with her, she had a snarky comment on her tongue at the run in, but upon seeing him, the words died on her lips. “Hey.”

She looked great. Like, really great after all these years. Not that she wasn’t a beautiful gal to begin with, but you never know how someone’s going to age. However, she looked almost the same. 

Sure, she had aged some, but just like a nice bottle of the finest wine in all the vineyards of California. Maybe that was her secret given her new home. 

Her Y/H/C hair was styled in loose curls. It was voluminous with a healthy shine to it. She had on an off white, canvas dress that cinched at the waist with buttons going down it. And she had a layered gold necklace going down her chest where the buttons were undone. She looked both professional yet casual at the same time. 

Bucky realized he had been staring when she awkwardly looked around her trying to not pay attention to his analyzing eyes. 

“Hey,” she said, letting out a deep breath. 

She didn’t miss how good he looked either. Even in those facebook pictures that she had found the night before, the ones she found him just as attractive, they didn’t do the real man justice. His hair was just as long as the most recent picture his mother had posted, and he looked more muscular than she ever remembered. The scrubs didn't do his build justice. 

He was wearing a navy blue v-neck tight fitting t-shirt. A brown leather jacket that looked as though it was tailored specifically for him and him alone. And lastly, he had on a pair of jeans that of course, fit in him all the right places. 

There was a very awkward silence as they stood there not knowing what else to say. Neither now looking at the other, but instead looking at every little inanimate object item in the office. 

After what felt like eons of the most tense silence to exist, Bucky was about to speak up again, but was cut off from another person running in late.

“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry guys,” the voice sighed, out of breath from what they presumed was running to get there on time. “Foggy was supposed to pick me up and we were going to ride together, but he got food poisoning last night, so I had to take the train last minute.”

The man had dark brown hair, a nice suit, and a pair of sunglasses on even though it was overcast today and the sun was barely peeking through the heavy clouds. 

“Foggy?” Y/N asked with a tilt of her head. 

Bucky turned back looking at her with the same question on his mind, but watching the small action of confusion brought him back 10 years. God, it had been so long he had almost forgotten the little mannerisms she had that he found adorable. And damn her for still having that adorable action. 

“Oh, right. Franklin Nelson. My co-attorney,” he nodded. “We’ve been friends since we were in college. Friends call him Foggy.”

“Oh, I see,” Y/N nodded with a kind smile. 

“Anyway, I won’t bore you with my morning chaos. I’m sure you two are ready to get this over with and go on about your day,” he smiled, and pulled a walking stick out from around him as he closed the door. One that neither had realized he had been holding until now. “You two much be James and Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Matthew Murdock.

“It’s nice to meet you Matthew,” Y/N replied sweetly.

“Yes, thank you for helping us out,” Bucky nodded, placing his hands nervously in his pockets. 

“It’s my pleasure. I’m so sorry about everything that you guys are having to fix,” he said apologetically. But I’m sure you guys want to go about your day, so please, right this way,” he motioned to the door that was across from them. 

Bucky and Y/N both shared an impressed look on their faces as they watched him maneuver through the office gracefully. 

They followed close behind him and once they were seated in the chairs in front of the desk, Bucky began to fidget in his spot. Sure the office had been redone and really didn’t look much like it had all those years ago, but the layout was the same. And all it was doing to him was bringing back memories he hated trudging back to the surface. 

He subtly looked over at Y/N and saw her sitting in perfect posture watching Matthew as if if she were to look at him and only him, then she wouldn’t have to face Bucky. 

Why did he expect anything less? Of course she hated him just as much as she had all those years. She was probably dreading this meeting just as much as him. That small speck of hope that maybe they could be somewhat normal and civil upon meeting again after all this time, completely faded at that point. 

“Ok, this really shouldn’t take all that much time since Foggy and I went ahead and wrote up all the things that needed signed and double checked. So we should be able to breeze through all this,” Matthew nodded, bringing up a thick file that looked as though it had tabs on the side organizing them. 

Y/N looked over wondering just how he knew the difference between documents and noticed on each tab, there were bariel markings along them. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, out of all places to live, why New York? It’s got to be hard getting around such a crazy busy city given.. ” Bucky asked, but didn’t finish not sure how to word it. Y/N snapped her head in his direction and smacked his arm. “Ow!” Bucky jumped, sending her raised eyebrows. “What the hell?”

“I’m assuming you’re asking because of this,” Matthew laughed casually as he pointed to his glasses. “Don’t worry. You would be surprised just how often I get asked that.”

“Yeah, it was just a question,” Bucky pouted toward Y/N while rubbing his assaulted arm. The two falling back into their old behaviors rather fast. 

“I wasn’t always blind. I mean I have been for a good chunk of my life, but I’ve lived in New York my whole life as well,” Matthew went on to explain as he moved papers around. “If anything it would be harder for me to get around if I moved any place else. I know this place like the back of my hand.”

“That’s impressive,” Bucky nodded, getting comfortable in his seat. 

“Eh, it’s either learn or get bumped around the sidewalk of a place full of people who don’t give a second glance to anyone who’s in their way,” Matthew shrugged. “Oh, I need to go grab something before we start.”

He maneuvered through the room leaving the door open as he went across the office. Tension filled the air as they were left alone for a second time in the past 5 minutes. 

Y/N was sitting straight forward, her eyes wandering here and there around the meeting room, but careful not to go over to Bucky’s side of the room. He looked down seeing her hands were fiddling in her lap. She was tapping her thumbs together while his leg bounced up and down.

Bucky had opened his mouth to start to say something, but even he wasn’t sure what was about to come out. Lucky for him, Matthew came back in and went back to his seat. 

“Sorry about that. I thought I had it all, but needed to get some pens and one last paper I left on the printer last night.”

“You’re fine,” Y/N said professionally, but kindly. “I have one quick question, if you don’t mind.” Matthew nodded her on with a soft smile. “What exactly happened to Hammer after all this chaos was discovered?”

“Oh, yes. He, uh, he will not be an issue to anyone else to put it lightly. His license was revoked and terminated and he is currently on trial for money laundering and malpractice,” he answered. 

“Serves him right,” Bucky mumbled, and instead of getting a smack to the arm, Y/N nodded in agreement. 

“Ok, if you two are ready, let’s begin,” Matthew smiled before grabbing the first set of papers. 

The two straightened in their seats and the process began.

After a few minutes of just signing, Matthew started to make notes of updated information for the two. 

“Ok, Mrs. Barnes, sorry, Y/N,” he corrected quickly. “What is your line of profession at the moment?”

“I work at Horizon Labs in L.A. It’s a company a friend and I from college started up. I’m a Sustainable-Conscious Financial Advisor for a lot of smaller businesses as well as some bigger ones we recently just became partners with,” she answered. 

“Horizon Labs, huh?” Matthew said with an impressed look. Bucky turned to look at her as she lightly blushed. “I think I listened to a podcast about them. You guys help companies use recycled goods and find energy efficient technology, right?”

“We just redirect them to people who can help them get those resources. It’s practically just connecting the companies that would work great together in helping the environment,” she nodded humbly. 

“That’s amazing,” Matthew smiled. “We need more people and companies like that.”

“Thank you.”

He made note of that on a computer. “I’m assuming with all that, you have to be a little too busy for a second job, right? I don’t need to make note of another?”

“Uh, actually,” she added, Bucky’s already focused eyes on her quirked at her response. “I just invested in a Woman’s shelter with another friend of mine. I haven’t really got to do much with it, but it is a second job as of lately.”

“Wait? Nat?” Bucky caught on.

“Uh, yeah,” she nodded almost shyly. Probably the second time out of this whole meeting that she actually made eye contact with him. “My company works with them in getting some of the resources and items they need for the shelter. I talked with Nat and I invested into it some to help with some with their financial advisements.” 

“Wow, th-that’s,” Bucky faltered. “That sounds like you,” he said with a breathy laugh thinking about how maybe she really hadn’t changed all these years. That being one of the ‘reasons’ they had broken it off, how people change and all. But that’s a story for another time.

Y/N didn’t show a response to his words, but she did take them in. 

“So you run a woman’s home and you run a well-off business that promotes eco-friendly resources for the environment?”

“Well, I don’t run the woman’s home. That’s all my friends doing. I just help where help is asked if I can,” she answered once again humbly. No sense of egotistical pride hinted in her explanations or answers. 

“That’s extremely impressive Y/N,” Matthew gushed some, and Bucky noticed the smallest form of attraction come off the lawyer. He straightened at that. “I’ll make a note of it. And you Mr. Barnes. What is your occupation?”

Bucky relaxed his shoulders and focused back at the issue at hand. Trying to not get jealous of something that wasn’t even his to be jealous of. 

“I’m one of the head occupational therapist at Stark Theracorp,” he answered. Now it was Y/N’s turn to look at him intrigued. “I run the geriatric occupational therapy floor and manage our equipment and employees. ”

“Two very impressive people in the work field from what I’m getting,” Matthew chuckled some as he made the notes. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to ask about income from the both of you for the record. If you want to write it on a paper and hand it to me you can or if you are comfortable saying it outloud that works too. Either way, I’ll have Foggy add it in later to the finalized papers.”

“Wait, so we aren’t finalizing it today?” Y/N asked, somewhat shocked. 

“Did Foggy not tell you?” Matthew asked. “I thought he reached out to you before this meeting.”

“I don’t believe so,” Y/N shook her head. 

“Well, the reason this one is so quick is because I just need a few signatures and updated notes on you two. After that, I’ll make the altercations for the official papers and I’ll send those to you both on their own to get the final signature. You can either bring them to me here, fax them, or have them sent via mail after you signed off on them.”

“Oh, I see,” Y/N nodded. The look of defeat in her posture and facial expressions.

It hurt Bucky a little seeing her reaction to it. Did she really want to get away from him that bad? Was he that much of a nuisance in her life? I mean, yeah, they were supposed to be divorced 9 years ago, but he didn’t want it then and it still hurt seeing just how much she wanted it now. 

“That’s not an issue is it? I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience,” Matthew apologized. 

“No, no. It’s ok,” she said in reassurance to him. But she let out an almost bitter laugh before she spoke again. “We’ve been married for the past 9 years apparently. What’s a few more days?”

“I guess that’s true,” Matthew laughed with her. 

Bucky rolled his eyes discreetly. He really hated how she was reacting with all this. It wasn’t surprising, but doesn’t mean it hurts any less seeing how badly she wanted out of the situation.  

“Mr. Barnes, are you ok with that?” 

“I’ll survive a few more days, I guess,” he returned just as bitterly as Y/N. The two looked at each other one more time, but this time, anger and annoyance was clear on both of their faces.

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Hunted

Genre: horror

Warning/ kinks: blood, graphic death, gropping, slightly suggestive seducing, vampire! (Why are we screaming??) yanghyuk, vampire hunter! (Why do we put exclamation marks for the au’s I’m??) Xen, female! (Ahhh a woman) reader

Length: I really need to either start counting the words or take the length out because I’m starting to find it annoying.

A/N: I have decided to be a bit more detailed in my warnings. When I write I use pet names a lot and write for a female reader so I thought that would be good to put so people know. You don’t have to read it as a female reader if you don’t want to? But I’m gonna add more especially for people who get like iffy about certain stuff that I write about constantly 😪 this way it’s easier? Idk I just thought it would be better so in all my new writings it’ll have that. Not the reactions tho.

Every year on Halloween your friend and you always attended the big Halloween party that was held at the supposed haunted barn at the far end of town. Your friend went out for a smoke but when she didn’t come back after 10 minutes you left to look for her.

Stepping out into the cold October night you closed your leather jacket around you tighter. You had gone as a vampire and your friend a sucubus. You both bought the same black dress that had a huge slit up the side and enough cleavage showing that you could’ve turned into the parties’ personal cows. That was if you were lactating and if any of those people were that crazy. If anything you thought you looked more like the love child of Elvira and Thorn, but it was Halloween and you always dressed a bit risky with your friend. If anything you were both trying to get laid but surprisingly it never worked out.

After walking for about an hour in your 6 inch heels you pulled you phone out and dialed her number. You approached a dimly lit street, a single street lamp on other side of the road, on the corner and a dead end further down. That’s when you heard a faint ringing. You with a confused look on your face and a bit of a strange feeling quickly crossed the street. You stopped at the street lamp still holding the phone to your ear. You gulped thinking the worst. How did she get this far out and why? Maybe she just tossed her phone and ditched? You slowly made your way to the end of the alley. You heard a strange noise that sounded almost like, well, as if someone was slurping noodles? Maybe it was a homeless man and you should turn back. That’s when you saw movement.

A dark figure close to the ground. “Areum?” You called for your friend thinking maybe she was finally getting laid. Her phone was still ringing. She would’ve answered you of all people even during sex. When you got close enough what you saw made your blood run cold. Areum’s lifeless body laying on the hard cement and some kind of monster leaning over her neck? What the hell was going on. You dropped your phone the sound of it hitting the cement woke whatever that thing was from it’s trance. You saw purple eyes glowing and sharp fangs, blood of your best friend dripping down it’s chin. You screamed and ran out of the alley as fast as you could on heels.

You knew damn well vampires didn’t exist some psycho was out here killing people in gruesome and horrifying ways and you needed to find a phone or the cops fast. You came close to the street lamp but seconds later you hit the ground. Tripping in heels while running away from a murderer was definitely not what you had in mind when you went out tonight. You rolled over sitting up vision a bit blurry. Your heart was beating miles a minute but you couldn’t see anything. Whatever that thing was wasn’t following you. You looked down and saw your cut up palms and knees, the heel on one of your shoes broke. Which was probably why you tripped. Your dress was torn a bit at the bottom and you felt something running down your face. When you placed your fingers by your forehead to check it out you saw blood. Dark, thick, how the hell were you gonna get to a hospital this time of night?

You jumped hearing a noise that sounded close to you. The wind? Stupid kids? Stupid teenagers? Anything to make you not feel like you were in danger. Then you got knocked back to the ground. The monster was on top of you. Only what ever this thing was was hot? Why the fuck would a vampire be hot? And why the fuck do you suddenly find that attractive. Yes getting your blood drained by a sexy man was totally your childhood dream. His eyes were no longer glowing but his fangs were out and sharp as knives. He was hot though. He wore a huge black jeweled choker with a red stone in the middle, a black shirt with a really gothic looking ruffled collar, his sleeves with black lace and ruffles as well. Black jeans and some sort of boots. On his pale hands he wore black polish and a big ring with a red jewel matching the one on his neck. He wore a black cape that trailed to the ground. His hair was jet black and his skin was surprisingly not as pale as you thought it would be. Probably a nice chest and you wondered if vampire cock counted as getting laid. What the hell was wrong with you thinking this way you’re about to get murdered.

He licked his lips and leaned down to smell you. You watched terrified as his body was flush against yours. His hands which were large with very long fingers caressed your side going down to your hips. This was definitely some sort of fever dream. No way in hell were you about to get boned by a vampire that just murdered your best friend. Of course why would you dream about your friend getting killed? You swore you heard him growl. His head was now in between your thighs his nails digging at your skin. When he looked up his eyes glowed just like when he first looked at you. Then he raised up. You followed his gaze and saw another shadow approaching. When it came into the light from the street lamp you screamed. Another fucking vampire this was crazy and you were getting the hell out of here. You tried to move but you couldn’t. You felt sluggish and your legs felt fuzzy. Your vision starting to blur more. If you passed out right now you would for sure end up like Areum.

You watched them fight the most deafening sound you’d ever heard happening every time they clawed at each other. Almost like a saw blade cutting through bones? You couldn’t really describe it but it made you cover your ears. You watched as one of them sunk his claws or nails or whatever they were into the other’s chest. You hear a disgusting squelching noise and your eyes widened as it looked like a heart was ripped straight out of their chest. The figure fell to the ground and you heard the clicking of heels. The figure came into the light. It was the vampire from before. In his bloody hand he held the heart of the vampire he just killed right before your eyes. Then he looked at you while he sunk his fangs into the heart. You screamed in horror turning on all fours so you could get yourself up. You made it about 2 feet when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you backwards into the light again. You rolled over your fists throwing punches hopefully to fight him off. He grabbed both your wrists with incredible speed and pinned them hardly above your head.

Of course he had to be sexy and strong. You know what else he had to be? A fucking vampire ready to feast on your meatsack like a turkey at thanksgiving. Why couldn’t he be normal? Why couldn’t you find a sexy strong man who was actually a man and have freaky Halloween sex. This was not what you had in mind. His eyes glowed, a more intense purple this time his fangs out and coming closer to you. You screamed and cried as loud as you could. You tried to kick your legs or free yourself from his tight grip but it was impossible. You felt the tips of his fangs touch the skin on your breast and then he was thrown off of you. You looked around. Another figure. You felt safe this time. You weren’t afraid it was another vampire. You watched the two shadows fight like last time. Coming into the light again a pair of hands with black lace gloves pushed the vampire to the sidewalk. A cross in one hand lowered to the vampires face. He hissed and made the most horrible scream you’d ever heard before he vanished.

You realized you had been holding your breath so you let it out. Trying to understand what the actual fuck was going on this night the figure stepped into the light. For fucks sake this man was dead sexy. Hopefully he wasn’t a vampire, you were done with those. He wore black jeans, a white silk button up with chest clearly out, a black blazer, a wide brimmed black hat, the black lace gloves and a black choker with a piece of metal in the middle that had a padlock attached. His boots were black leathered heels and he had a long black coat. Your eyes roamed his body up and down admiring the silver chain around his small waist and the silver dagger strapped to his thigh. His lips were full and so sexy you wanted to make out with him right there. He knelt next to you snaking his arm around your back holding one hand up to your face.

“All you alright miss?” He asked his voice deep and so so damn attractive. You felt yourself blush before your vision darkened. The last thing you saw was his gorgeous eyes before you passed out.

When you awoke you were in a cabin. As you slowly looked around the room you saw an orange glow and heard the crackling of a fire. The cabin itself wasn’t much of a place to live. A few pieces of furniture, a huge rug in the middle of the floor, red with white trim. As far as windows there was a few the same color scheme as the rug.

When your eyes adjusted a bit more to your surroundings you saw the man from earlier seated next to you on the couch. “You’re awake.” He said without even looking at you. You wanted to question him but you figured now wasn’t the time. He was cleaning the cuts by your legs and that’s when you noticed your dress was gone. You were laying on his couch in your bra and panties. You slowly sat up a dull pain causing you to place your hand on the side of your head. “What happened? Where am I and why am I naked?” You asked. The man looked up at you. There was something about his eyes, a familiar feeling in your stomach that suddenly made you uneasy.

“After Yanghyuk attacked you I brought you to my place. You passed out and I couldn’t just leave you there. I took your dress off to tend to your wounds but I plan and stitching up the tears in it. Unless you don’t want me to.” You watched him clean up every cut on your body not realizing you had so many. When he got to the marks on your breast your breath hitched. He was so close to you, the feeling of his hand felt..strange. You thought maybe he was cold as well but something inside you told you otherwise. When he placed the soaked cotton ball to your breast you groaned out in pain. “I guess his teeth punctured the skin. Don’t think he drank from you though. You should be safe.” His face leaned in close to you his eyes meeting yours. It made you blush. Quickly turning away he packed up what looked like a first aid kit and walked towards the opposite side of the cabin.

“Wait,” You said trying to sit up. The man came back but stood his distance. “Um..well could I get some context?” You asked.

“Like what?” The man left again shuffling with things over by a wooden table on the far side of the cabin. He came back over with a box and a wool blanket over his arm. “Like, who are you and what’s a Yanghyuk.” He unfolded the blanket wrapping it around you and started shuffling the items in the box around.

“My name is Xen I’m a vampire hunter and that creature was a vampire.” You chuckled. Halloween tricks were usually funny but three people trying to kill you and making it seem like vampires existed was far from it. “Yeah right. Listen, I’ve heard the whole vampires don’t exist and vampires do this and don’t do that. It’s all baloney. Besides, why that thing totally wanted to fuck me.” Xen said nothing as he stuck a black thread through the hole of a needle.

“Yanghyuk is a different breed of vampire. Most vampires crave blood. His kind in particular, very rare in fact, crave more than just blood. They are lust craving vampires. Their eyes glow purple as opposed to the stereotypical red. Or gold on some occasions.”

You sat up watching Xen delicately thread the needle through the tear in your dress. “Well if he’s a lust vampire he wouldn’t of killed me.” Still focused on his task at hand a small smile appeared on his face. “His kind seduce females. Once they’ve had enough of toying with their prey they slaughter them.” Your thoughts started spinning. Seeing Areum’s limp body on the concrete, seeing Yanghyuk’s glowing eyes. So Areum was tricked? She was after sex and got much more than that. Tears threatened to fall at all this crazy information.

“I’m sorry about your friend by the way. I couldn’t save her in time.” You wiped your tears alway inching closer to Xen. “Why would Yanghyuk kill after sex?” You asked. Xen stopped what he was doing and turned to you. You swore you saw the color in his eyes change. “Blood tastes better after you cum.” A chill went up your spine as well as an unwelcomed jolt of electricity to your core. “And how do you know that?.”

Xen sighed tying a knot and clipping the thread. He tossed your dress onto your lap and stood up abruptly. “You’re one of them aren’t you, you’re a vampire.” It was quiet. The only noise was the crackling of the fire. The only light in the room illuminating all four corners of the cabin. When Xen turned around this time you knew you saw his eyes change color. A faint purple glow. You froze in your seat.

Xen plopped himself down on the stool across from you. He crossed his arms his eyes slowly fading back to brown. “There’s no point in lying to you. Yes. I am the same species of Yanghyuk. You don’t need to know anything else.”

“Are you gonna kill me?” You asked. Xen scoffed, I’m a vampire hunter. I kill the creatures that have become uncontrollable. I saved you didn’t I? You’re nothing but a silly human.” His words were more of an unexpected way to turn you on then anything else. “Well don’t you crave..um..blood?”

“My kind only craves if they act on it. Yanghyuk did but I never.” You felt heavy. You felt weighed down by all this. You felt confused an unsure of so many things but one feeling was coming through strong and you had no clue why. As if your body was in a trance you took the blanket off and stepped closer to Xen. His expression was blank. You couldn’t read it but you knew what you felt. If his kind seduced woman before they killed..your thoughts trailed off. For some reason you wanted to turn the tables. You wanted him. You wanted a lust filled blood craving vampire hunter who claimed to hunt the horrible creature that he never let himself become. You straddled one of his thighs. Wrapping your hand around his neck.

“How come you never acted on it?” You asked looking into his eyes, your other hand sliding up his chest. His expression never changed. He looked completely uninterested in you. You leaned into his neck placing small kisses on his skin. He felt cold and your body shuddered before slowly rocking your hips against his thigh.

“I can’t destroy Yanghyuk if I become a monster myself. Besides I need you.” You pulled back biting your lower lip. Xen rolled his eyes. “You horny creatures I’ll never understand. I need to use you to destroy Yanghyuk.” You got off of him a confused look on your face.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” You raised your voice. Xen stood up and walked towards the fireplace. You had to admit him pulling the knife out of his thigh belt was incredibly sexy. “If I want to destroy Yanghyuk I need you to act as if you will fuck him. Just enough time to let me attack him while he’s..well busy.”

“You want to use me as bait? Are you fucking serious? Out of your mind much don’t you think?” You said reaching for you dress to put back on. You were ready to get the hell out of there.

“Listen,” Xen stormed towards you knife in hand. You froze as the blade came in contact with your skin. He sighed putting it back in it’s sling. “I know it’s crazy but Yanghyuk is after you now. For some reason he wants you and you are not safe alone anymore. If this plan of mine works out I can destroy him. He’s become obsessed with you and we can use that to our advantage.”

“How do you know?” You asked. Xen shook his head. He grabbed a big wooden box with a handle and then grabbed your wrist. “Enough questions darling. I’m staying at your place tonight. In the morning I will tell you the entire plan. You just have to trust me.”

“Are you just gonna sit there?” Xen had brought you home and was sitting in the windowsill the moonlight illuminating his features. Boy was he stunningly sexy. You laid on the bed on your side not caring where the dress sat on your body. You couldn’t place why but you wanted to attempt to seduce him. You wanted to see him turn. Whether it was for excitement or pleasure you didn’t know. Your dress was a bit bunched up at the bottom the slit higher up on your waist showing off most of your panties. Your entire thigh on display as well as half your breast hanging out. You were hot with this lustful craving. You wanted him and the burning in your core made the need so painfull. Xen turned to you as his hands continued to sharpen the blade of his knife. You didn’t miss the way his eyes glowed purple again. You couldn’t miss it. It was working. Soon he would act on it. Xen moved off the windowsill his heels clicking across the wooden floor of the bedroom as he slowly walked to the other side of the room.

You sat up opening your legs to sit in a different position. You went for the pose that mermaids make but you placed your arms in front of you making sure your breasts were squeezed together. Xen’s eyes fell right where you wanted them. His eyes glowed purple and within second he was over your body his thigh jammed in between your legs pushing against your underwear that covered your core. Holding yourself up by your elbows you looked up at him. The feeling of wanting him to rail you washed over you making your thighs shake. A soft moan escaped your lips.

“Why are you trying to seduce me human? Do you want me to turn? Do you want me to become the killer that Yanghyuk is? Fucking every woman giving them pleasure just to have that pleasure and their lives taken from them? You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” Xen growled his lips inches from yours. You stayed quiet, Xen over your body a little longer his eyes roaming to your breasts. A deep inhale as his nose dug just above your breasts getting a wiff of your scent.

“Don’t test me you have no idea what I’m capable of little darling.” Xen’s eyes faded back to brown and he left the room leaving you with too many feelings and not enough answers.

Oi fuck that gif 🥵 Ok so that’s it for part one haha I actually am gonna write a second part but I don’t know when that will be. I wrote so much during the month of October and I’m honestly overwhelmed with how many links I need to add to my masterlist and the fact that my masterlist is no where near done. Masterlists are such a pain to make and then to mantain it ugh what a nightmare. Anyway that was the fic I couldn’t help myself Xen was so hot in the Halloween dance version of What’s Goin On that I had to write this. He’s so fucking yummy ugh. On the road to failing NNN tho 😔✊

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[d-c-it]

Where the first words your soulmate say to you appear on your wrist at the age of sixteen.

(Notes: Roceit, selective mute!Deceit, his name here is Dorian, the cursive text is his signing)

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Roman had always been a hopelessly romantic, and when the words on his wrist happened to appear, his friends couldn’t shut him up for an entire week.

It was just- Roman knew he had the most beautiful soulmate mark. Written in cursive letters in shiny gold ‘I love you too, Roman’.

He loved imagining scenarios where he met his soulmate. A grand ball where they would dance all night and Roman would deliver his heart only to receive his soulmate’s in return.

Or or a simple encounter in a beautiful park, they would find each other’s gazes and just know.

But Roman was about to enter college and he hadn’t even been close to find them. He wasn’t losing hope! But… Everyone who looked at his soulmate mark was uncertain. Yes, it was a very pretty mark… But wasn’t it unrealistic? Who said I love you to a person they just met?

That’s what Logan had said anyway.

Roman of course didn’t even listen to him, as usual. Easy for Logan to say when he had found his soulmate on a team project in Roman’s home.

Although, Roman didn’t envied Logan’s mark. Having a soulmate that threatens to shove your nipples up your nose when they first met you? But then again, they couldn’t expect anything different from Remus.

When Roman entered his dorm room and saw his roommate he thought 'it’s him, it’s him.'

Dirty blonde hair escaping from under a gray beanie and two toned colored eyes looking right back at him, one brown and one green. In his shook he forgot he had to confess his undying love and instead, what he blurted out was.

‘H-hey… gorgeous?’ he finished lamely, internally screaming. The guy was blushing, looking at him in surprised, only to snort and cover his mouth with his hand. He then made a gesture with his fingers and his chin, mouthing a thank you. ‘Oh.’ Roman said, hope leaving him instantly. ‘You’re…’

‘Yes, he is also not supposed to be here.’ They both jumped at the sudden voice.

Roman turned instantly and found another guy poking his head out of one of the rooms. Purple hair greeted Roman, that, and the most intense dark eyeshadow he had ever seen. The blonde signed again and he internally thanked Logan for forcing him into sign language classes knowing Remus would only want to learn how to cuss.

‘Storm cloud?’ he asked, and the other two looked at him in surprise.

‘You know sign language?’ asked “storm cloud”. He shrugged.

‘Well, aren’t you charming?’ signed the blonde, smirking. ‘My name is Deceit. But you can call me tonig-‘

‘Stop flirting with my roommate!’ yelled Virgil. Deceit didn’t seem to mind.

‘He called me gorgeous first’ he sign again. It was Roman’s turn to blush.

‘Right, about that…I’m so sorry…Deceit…?’ he said, receiving a big smile.

‘His name is Dorian, dude. Don’t take what he says seriously.’ The purple haired guy was leaning on his room’s door frame. ‘My name’s Virgil.’

‘Right, well, I’m Roman…and I’ll…just start bringing my stuff in…yeah’ said the brunette awkwardly, turning around and missing how the blonde pushed Virgil into his room and proceed to furiously sign at him.

‘He is what!?’

Roman startled at the exclamation, dropping some of his boxes. He huffed, looking at the other two but they seemed to be in their own world. He sighed, picking up his fallen stuff. A gloved hand offered him a frame and he looked up to see Dorian smiling at him. He heard the door of the apartment close but his attention was on the two-toned eyes in front of him. The blonde looked like he wanted to speak, his mouth opening and closing, he was frowning, as if he was fighting and invisible war against something.

‘Hey… uh, wanna watch some movies after I’m done?’ He seemed to have caught the other off guard for the look he was giving him. He himself was surprised at his own ‘I only have Disney, though.’

‘I love Disney.’

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Roman knew he was fucked the moment he stepped into his dorm. He knew he was doomed the moment he entered the theater club and saw Dorian there taking notes. He knew he was absolutely wrecked when he saw him signing to him from a table at the cafeteria.

It had been what? A few months into university and Roman was ready to quit. He still didn’t know what mayor he was going to choose, his classes were a mess and he was slowly falling hard for someone who wasn’t his soulmate.

‘Roooomaaaaaaan’ he flinched at the voice, he’d tried really hard for them not to meet Remus, not because he was embarrassed of him or anything… ‘Oooh, is this the guy you have the hots for!?’ he yelled, everyone in the cafeteria turning to look at them. Virgil, like the little shit he was, snorted in his hands and hit the table as he tried not to choke on his drink. Dorian was doing an amazing impression of a red light, mirroring Roman’s own face.

‘Remus can you shUT UP?’ he yelled-whispered to his brother, but to his annoyance, his twin only pushed him to take a sit in front of Dorian.

Roman crossed his arms on top of the table and buried his face in them. Hoping to whatever entity to take pity of him and kill him on spot. That, or at least, let him survive the rest of the period with his dignity intact.

Virgil gave comforting pats on his back as neither happened.

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It didn't take much time for Roman to realize Dorian was mute. It took more time for him to realize he was a selective mute.

There was one time, when he laughed at something Virgil had said, that Roman finally got to hear Dorian's laugh. It filled him with hope, maybe Dorian was his soulmate. Maybe, if Roman won his trust, Dorian would feel safe to talk to him.

Time passed, and even when they did get together and were far more in love with each other than they realized, Dorian never spoke a word.

There were bad days, there were fights. There were days Roman hated the silence in the apartment they now lived in. But after years of living together, of being together, the only thing Roman was sure about, was that Dorian was his soulmate. And he would never press him to talk, no matter how much he ached to hear those words coming from him. Not only because Virgil would rip him to pieces, but because he didn't need them.

So Roman sat on his living rooms couch, after a bad day at work. He sat, with his elbows resting on his thighs. Hands together as he looked at his soulmate mark.

The lights flicked and he looked up. Dorian was standing near the switch, holding up the case of his Aladdin movie and pointing at it. Roman felt all his insecurities leave him and a chuckle came out of his mouth. He opened his arms and Dorian was quick to bury himself in them.

Once the movie was playing and they were snuggling together, Roman planted a small kiss in Dorian's cheek, making him look at him. A sudden wave of love hitting him.

'I love you.' he blurted out, nervous for a second.

Dorian smiled, resting his chin in his chest. He gave Roman a kiss on the nose and the brunette knew it meant 'me too', so he sighed contently. He hugged the other tightly and let go when in seemed that the other was going to sit up.

Roman watched in awe as Dorian put his gloves off and reached for his pocket. He watched as he put a tiny black box on the palm of his hand. He watched, as the clear soulmate mark on the others wrist became exposed, bare for him to see.

He sobbed as he read the words ‘H-hey… gorgeous?’ in a messy, yet somehow cocky, red scribble.

He let the tears go down his face, with A Whole New World playing in the background, as Dorian opened the box and the most beautiful ring Roman had ever seen, appeared inside. He cried, as the words on his wrist started to tickle, just as Dorian opened his mouth to say-

'I love you too, Roman.'

#sanders sides #roceit #roman sanders #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #oneshot #For the discord chat game #This is too sweet #Shsjshsj #soulmate au #my writing #selective mute! deceit #in my mind i have a very angst bc story for dee #but its just there in my mind #making fun of me #should be longer #but we had a word limit #maybe...? ill write it as an actual slowburn... #mmm

[pepinotpepe]

Wildflower

Chapter 7: Pulmonaria

You are my life

You couldn’t object when Corpse slowly put the headphones on you. You were both aware you were able to do it yourself yet he wanted to do it for you and you let it happen. He gently moved a strand of your hair aside and then stepped back looking at your face with a rather uncertain expression however you were too curious to waste this opportunity. You just had to listen to his music, there was no way around it.

Corpse sat in the black armchair and started typing something after opening YouTube. Your eyes doubled in size when you saw the number of views on the video. You didn’t expect him to be this successful on that field, there were millions of views. You couldn’t believe your eyes. How come you never got to know that before? How could you miss such a large artist? That was unbelievable.

And then you heard it. You quickly gazed at the title seeing “MISS YOU” with the exclamation mark at the very and. You were kinda surprised but at the same time you weren't. You expected something just like that. Corpse looked like a person who listens to this kind of music and you thought it was almost obvious that he made something like this. You felt shivers running down your spine when you heard him throughout the whole song. You would’ve never guessed that his voice even could sound better but here you were, hearing this with your very own ears.

The song ended too quickly as you stared back at Corpse feeling your mouth parting a little in awe.

“Oh.” A simple sound slipped past your lips and you saw how his expression dropped in a second.

“You didn’t like that.” His voice was so helpless, you almost heard it break, you almost felt it. It was so obvious that he was disappointed in your reaction. Yet you were just in a state of shock, nothing more.

“No!” You almost screamed, shocking both you and him, you saw how he flinched and immediately felt guilty remembering that was the type of thing that could scare him. Sounds coming out of nowhere. “I’m sorry. It was… intense… I liked it, no, actually I loved it. Oh my.. You have to show me more!”

You smiled at him genuinely and he seemed to believe you now that he smiled at you back. You felt your knees going weak. You were terribly in love with that guy. You were lost and were completely aware but at the same time helpless. Then you spend a lot of time sitting in his gaming slash recording room mainly listening to his music. He refused to show you more than that and you were glad that he shared this huge part of his life with you. You felt extremely important in that very moment, that was such a good feeling.

“So you remember I had some plans for the night.” He started waiting for the confirmation on your part and you nodded slowly. You were not aware that so much time had passed, you should have been at your place a long time ago. “I don’t really have the time to drive you home. I’m sorry, but I won’t let you go by yourself either. You can sleep in my bedroom, I don’t mind. Or if you’d like, you can stay with me. I’m not going to stream and I’m not using the camera… So feel free to join me. I’ll be playing Among Us with some friends. You could just watch or… Or go to sleep, like I said.”

You gazed at Corpse, him sitting comfortably in his armchair very close to you. You felt like you could explode with happiness at this very moment. How could you be this lucky?

“I’d love to stay. Promise I’ll be quiet and won’t bother you. I’ll go prepare some snacks.” You were so excited you couldn’t control your face. It felt like the huge smile would rip your face apart any moment, your cheeks started to hurt.

It was the first time you stayed with him while he was working, well not really working but he was making money with that, so you could consider it a work. As promised you made a lot of delicious food while he prepared everything in his recording room and you didn’t say a word throughout the entire game, so nobody heard you. You both only talked while his microphone was muted and every time Corpse informed you about this detail.

You witnessed him being so carefree with his friends, heard him laugh so many times you lost count. 

That day you got to know a very different side of him, a side that was never revealed to you before.

Yet for that, you loved him even stronger.

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Chapter 8

Tag list: @letsloveimagines @divine-artemis  @daisiesandmarvel

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse imagine #corpse imagines #corpse husband imagine #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #pepi writes #onlyhands #onlystrands #wildflower

[cynergy-laughter]

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Headcanon #14 (Unprovoked)

Content Warning: Fake Bl**d, Graphic images, scary pranks.

So since it’s getting closer and closer to Halloween, I thought it would be fun to see the brother’s reactions if MC was a makeup artist, but not just any make up artist, an expert Halloween makeup artist, creating scary faces, zombie looks, fake blisters and gory effects. And a bit of a prankster~! So here is our Mischevious!MC Makeup effects artist~!

Lucifer: He knows you were into make up, you came to class with a full face done before. But when it got closer to Halloween, he found out what your specialty make up was... you walked into Lucifer’s room, holding your right eye, and said there was something wrong with your eye. Lucifer, being the good Devildom host he is, offered to look at it, and see if you should go to a doctor. Good thing no one else was around, cause when you removed your hand, you revealed you had a plucked out and hanging eyeball! Lucifer would never ever admit he was scared, but his “Oh my God!!” was so loud, he almost fell onto his bed. You couldn’t even hold it in and started wheeze laughing immediately. Lucifer was confused and still in shock, but then realized when he see you take the eye off and revealed your real eye under the latex. Lucifer had half a mind to end you right there, cause how dare you surprise him like that. Although he was impressed that you had that much talent, it looked so real. But don’t ever do that again.

Mammon: He was just minding his own business, counting his bills he had made from selling his brothers possession when he heard a slow knocking at the door. He walked over and opened the door, and slightly jumped when he saw you wearing a zombie mask. He tried to play it cool and yanked the mask up and off your head, only to reveal the same exact details of the mask, except with more realistic blisters and graying decaying flesh, and you growl loudly and lunge at Mammon, whom screamed and fell backward, frantically crab walking backwards fast. You tried walking toward him but then started laughing as you saw Mammon crawling on his back. Mammon growled and started to walk out the room with a blushing face, and a tear around the corner of his eye. You stopped him and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry...” was said on repeat as he held him close while he tried to get away from you, but then held you back. From then on, you don’t do scare pranks on Mammon, cause you felt so bad. But later, Mammon said he wanted to do a scare prank with you on the others.

Leviathan: You were spying on Levi, watching him play a game from a far. You saw he was playing Hellcraft, the Devildom equivalent of Minecraft, and noticed that games’ creeper was a lot more scarier than the human’s version... you decided to play a prank. You went into the bathroom and began doing your make up, dark violet, black, red pixelated colors, and they blended in pretty well without really blending thanks your make up color mixing skills. And then you put black contacts in your eyes to complete the look. You make it back to his room, and started sneaking up towards him at his computer. You reach out your hand to tease his neck, making the noise you heard creeper’s make. Levi was slightly annoyed at the neck tease, swatting at his neck a bit, but wouldn’t budge at first. But then after you did it a third time, he turned around in his chair with a, “MC, can you please leave my neck al-AAAAAHHHH!” He screamed and jumped back so far his chair fell backward, as you hissed harshly. He legit thought it was the cursed version of the game, where if you cheated, or trolled, an enemy from the game ambushes you from behind. Needless to say you were laughing, and apologizing, Levi was blushing mad and frightened, but he later he was impressed that you even got the red streams coming from the Hellcraft Creeper’s eyes right.

Satan: Satan is not easy to scare, by any means. In fact if you were to scare him, you’d probably be in more danger. Satan seemed like the kind of person who would punch a haunted house actor. He’s intelligent enough to know a prank, especially when he can recognize a Mammon prank. I mean, Satan is the King of pranks. But you realize in order to prank Satan, it would have to take some real skill. And it most especially wouldn’t be easy, because it was Halloween, he knew it was Halloween, everyone knew it was Halloween. You decided to not prank him, but instead show him your make up skills. You knocked on his door and walked in backward, with Satan more confused than ever before. “Just promise you won’t freak out, this is just make up...” You revealed your face, showing that you looked like part of your brain and skull showing in your forehead, as well as some bone showing on your neck. The sound that Satan made was a mix between an exclamation, a scream, and “oh wow” followed by, “how did you do that?” He says this opens up a whole new avenue of prank ideas, and that you truly are an artist.

Asmodeus: You had borrowed a bit of Asmo’s make up to set up this prank. It was a contour palette, and you had set action on your face. Later, you start knocking on the door frantically, hiding your face with a scarf. Asmo opens the door and you walk in fast, “Something went horribly wrong!” You said as you paced around the room, and Asmo asked what was wrong... You claimed, “I think I had a severe allergic reaction to your contour palette I borrowed.” Poor Asmo thought it was something as bad as a rash. Asmo told to show it, and that it couldn’t be that bad... as soon as you revealed the face that looked like it was burned through by acid, Asmo screamed. The cheeks where the contour and shading would looked like they were burned through with acid, and bubbling near where it stopped. The shriek you heard could wake up every banshee. He started apologizing constantly, until you revealed it was a prank. Asmo was half relieved, and half angry about the fact it was a prank. Of course, your make up was just amazing, so realistic... but don’t ever do that again.

Beelzebub: You pranked Beel after pranking Belphie, for which he offered to help. Belphie texted Beel that he had a surprise for him, that it was a special dish that he and you, naming you specifically, made for him. Sweet baby Beel has no idea what was coming. There was a covered dish on the kitchen island, which was covered by a red table cloth, and Belphie offered him the first bite, that MC had put their whole being into this lunch. Beel, absolutely loving your cooking, takes a fork and a knife and lifted the cover off, revealing your golden brown bald head, with grill marks on your cheeks, bubbling blisters on your chin and forehead, and an eyeball popped out and garnished with a toothpick. Beel shrieked and looked at Belphie in horror. “Belphie, what did you do?!” He shouted. “I know, you’re right, I should have left them on the grill a little longer.” Beel looked ready to either breakdown or scream again, but then his stomach growled. “... I... I dont want you to get into trouble, maybe I should get rid of the evidence...” that’s when you stood up from the fake island and reassured him it was a prank, Beel screamed again when you got up, and fell onto his back, meanwhile Belphie fell on his back laughing at what Beel said, and then at his reaction to MC getting up in panic. You decide to never prank Beel again, especially since he couldn’t even face you for the rest of the month, which is when you showered him with full size candy bars begging for forgiveness. Belphie as usual put the blame fully on you.

Belphegor: You had taken a nap with Belphie, and for the first time, you woken up before him and went to go to the bathroom... to do your make up! You decided to do a bit of impersonation makeup with a touch of freaky. You made your face look like Lucifer’s face, but then you added a red snake eye contact into your right eye and a snaggletooth fang to your mouth. You got back into bed with your face, and fell back asleep, with the covers over your head, and cuddling Belphie. You woke up to screaming and being pushed out of the bed by a frightened Belphie. You were surprised, but eventually started laughing as you got up and smiled at Belphie, revealing your red eye and fang, and Belphie threw your pillow at you, blushing and crossing his arms. “That was not funny!” “It was a little funny...” “No it wasn’t!”

#obey me #one master to rule them all #obey me main character #headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #makeup #halloween makeup #halloween headcanons #mischief #halloween prank #halloween sfx #scare pranks

[anika-ann]

Attached: Hurtful Words Pt.1

Type: (mini)-series,  Modern-college-professor AU… aka the wrong attachment AU ;)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 5600

Summary:  Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

You knew for a fact that it was a load of BS. The truth is that words can break your heart. And that realization hits you full force the day you have your last exam to earn your bachelor degree.

If you pass, it will be a cause for great celebration. Spoiler alert: it’s not.

A/N: Attached: Hurtful Words is an addition that loosely followes the series. Will be in two (or three) parts. You don’t necessarily need to read the mini-series as a whole, but you will understand much better.

Warnings: I did something in here which I’m usually trying to avoid at any cost; in this story, I used Y/N Y/L/N. Does that count as a warning? 

Warnings II: name calling, humiliation, panic attack!, bad poetry, mentions of vomiting and  alcohol, the briefest mention of self-harm, angst, swearing, threats of violence

Story masterlist

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You released the breath you had been holding, all your willpower put into not sinking into the chair in relief as Professor Phillips announced your grade – one that meant that you hadn’t failed.

In fact, you had just passed your last exam of your bachelor program so you were entirely in the right. In your head, an overexcited monkey started playing cymbals and you didn’t mind the noise despite how sleep-deprived you were from the past few days. A barely contained mad smile fought its way to your lips instead.

Mind you, as you thanked Professor Phillips and rose to your feet – your knees almost giving out, because HOLY SHIT YOU JUST GOT YOUR BACHELOR’S – you would swear you saw a brief smile on the professor’s face too as if he was amused at your antics.

But who cared if he was having fun at your expense?! You PASSED! You had been losing sleep, terrified of this exam, because everyone knew Phillips was a hard-ass – a fair one, but still a hard-ass – and you just passed his examination!

Time to pop the fucking champagne! The one Penny had been saving at the dorm from yesterday when she had finished her own degree; she insisted that she would wait for you, because you were in this together.

You couldn’t leave her waiting any longer and you didn’t have any intention to do so.

Leaving the room and walking into the empty hallway – because of course you came the last as if to prolong your torture – you breathed in and out and deliberately let the grin finally spread on your face fully.

You were free, you were ready to take on the world despite not being ready at all and you had Steve, who you suspected would be proud as hell and would celebrate with you tomorrow, graciously letting you and your roomie do it first-- and gosh, life was beautiful.

Making your way down the corridor, with a grin ever-present, a leaflet that hadn’t been there before caught your attention. It appeared a handwritten note, styled in a regular column – a poem perhaps.

Still smiling, the curiosity took the best of you and you walked to it, peripherally noticing that along the walls, there was even more.

You froze in your step when your gaze fell on the first line; your very own name was staring back at you and it confused you at first, a brief surge of excitement lighting up your body, a naïve belief that perhaps Steve somehow decided to surprise you.

But Steve’s last name came next, which you found strange.

And then came the word ‘whore’ and your heart stopped, your gaze automatically flickering all over the page.

Your stomach made a painful somersault, your mind turning blank.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of that nightmare materializing in front of you, reading and re-reading the poem that almost resembled a twisted nursery rhyme over and over.

Y/N Y/L/N Rogers’ whore Bet she’ll get The highest score For sucking dick Having fucked her ass Let’s hope she’ll soon Be eating grass

Darkness battled to cut off your vision, the world swaying off of its place. Involuntarily, your trembling hand reached out and touched the paper, smooth under your fingertips, your frantically beating heart and the vertigo threating to overpower your sense of balance tying you to the reality, screaming at you that this wasn’t just a really fucked-up dream.

You tore the paper down, lump growing in your throat as you looked around for watchful eyes in sudden paranoia of being followed, only to find the hallway deserted aside from you.

Just you and many papers hanging on the walls.

As if you were just a puppet to a spiteful master, your feet carried you to the next leaflet, tears filling your eyes as you found the very same words written on it; a precise copy.

Your breathing picked up a furious pace, your chest crushed under a weight of an invisible elephant stomping on it. The corridor swam in the dampness of your eyes, your mind too quiet and yet screaming with millions of question marks and exclamation points, panic squeezing your lungs, nausea attacking your stomach.

What the hell was happening? Who would do that? Why? What was the goal? Was it just to ruin your triumph?

Because if that was the goal, it was a roaring success; the thousands of questions swirling in your head and the unexpected sting in your heart turned the fact that you had passed an exam into a faint memory.

All you saw was the words.

Rogers’s whore

Was that what you were? Was that how people who knew about the relationship saw you? Was that how Steve saw you?

The highest score for sucking dick

Was that what you were doing? Using Steve’s position to your advantage? Was that how you got through every exam including the one today, even if unwittingly? Was that what Phillips’ little smile had been about?

Hope she’ll soon be eating grass.

Was that a threat? Was someone wishing that happened to you or were they actually about to hurt you? Why?!

Hearing your own wheezing and feeling your fingertips prickling, your foggy mind did the only reasonable thing it could come up with; it led your steps into the nearest bathroom at lightning speed with no regard for how shaky were your feet.

You stumbled into the open stall, smashing the door shut and leaning onto them with your suddenly damp forehead, feeling the cold beads of sweat gather in your hairline, your cheeks drenching in tears.

When did you start crying so hard?

When did the trembling in your limbs begin?

What the fuck was happening?

What-how--why-but-

Your palms rested on the door as you desperately tried and failed to ground yourself and take control of your breathing. Your temples were pounding irritatingly, your gut painfully clenching--- and exactly in that moment that could have lasted a second or an hour, your fingers brushed over a piece of paper stuck on the door.

Darkness curled around your brain like a treacherous friend, another wave of nausea twisting your stomach.

It took you one blurry glance at the paper and you knew precisely what it was, choking on your sob, ripping the offensive poem off and tearing it to pieces which you blindly threw to the toilet, the flushing sound deafening to your ears.

Your shaky legs finally gave out, knees buckling, your body sliding down the stall wall, fingers pulling at your hair as you felt the dizziness engulfing your head, a bitter taste in your mouth.

You gripped tighter, hoping that the pain on the surface would overpower the pain and gaping hole inside, as another violent sob erupted from your throat.

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An eternity later, you felt your whole being float.

Your breathing was still frantic and interrupted with sobs, but a sensation resembling serenity spread in your very core—or perhaps it was just numbness?

You couldn’t seem to be able to tell the difference anymore.

The creak of a door made you cover your mouth to muffle the noises still escaping your lips for the fear of being caught – either being found in this state in general or found as in found by the person who wrote---that – being stronger than the subdued power of your previous breakdown.

It was probably too late for the newcomer to miss your presence, but over the slowly fading ringing in your ears, you could hear a few steps that came to a halt and then they sounded a bit quicker as the woman left.

Thank FUCK. You couldn’t do human interaction of any kind right now.

You removed your hand and breathed out shakily, blinking away the tears.

Shaking your head wildly, you gritted your teeth in a feeble attempt at bolster yourself. You had to get up off your ass and leave before there would be no longer way of avoiding a confrontation – god forbid a confrontation with Steve, who was probably still in a class, testing his own students.

You climbed to your feet, wiping the remains of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand and went to fix your ruined make-up, hopefully enough to look little less suspicious when walking through the campus.

It was probably a vain effort, because you were a walking epitome of a mess.

Rogers’s whore, sounded in your ears and you shook your head again, inhaling sharply through your mouth.

It was time to run and then break down again at the dorms. With Penny preferably--or did she think you were a whore too? You were fucking a professor after all-

Stop that!

Penny wasn’t like that. She understood. She’d be willing to listen all about this outrageous act of terror and would sympathize. Right?

Yeah, you’d talk about it with Penny, your amazing friend, who needed a celebration and a very generous amount of alcohol, which happened to be exactly what you needed too.

Yep, that sounded pretty good.

With one last determined glance on your horrible reflection in the mirror, you headed out.

The door nearly hit you in the face on its way back as you threw it open and froze in the doorway.

You did not expect to see someone so soon after leaving your improvised safe space… let alone him.

“Prof-professor Wilson,” you choked out, clearing your scratchy throat as he stood there, unmistakably waiting for you.

Because that was what you needed at the moment. The university counsellor and professor of psychology in one person.

Fuck.

He said you name in a mild tone, almost as if trying to tame a wild animal, but not quite – all his voice made you feel was shame at getting caught. And a bit of anger at the whole fucking world, because why couldn’t you have a tiny piece of peace after seeing that? Just a little shred of luck, huh?!

Oh, right, you were a whore who were only using Professor Rogers, paying for it in sexual favours.

“Mind if we talk in my office for a bit?”

“Not like I really have a choice…” you mumbled automatically, the realization of how rude it sounded dawning to you oh too slowly, your brain too tangled up in a web of self-pity and self-loathing. “Sorry. Of course. Lead the way.”

“Good. Thank you,” he replied, appearing unoffended. “And for the record, you do have a choice.”

Hadn’t you been a wreck with burning tear-stained cheeks, your face might have felt hotter at the kind remark.

At the slowest pace possible, you followed Professor Wilson to his office, dread and exhaustion filling every fibre of your being.

You noticed however that the walls that had been lined with odes about you, put up for everyone to see, had disappeared; possibly Wilson’s own work.

Somehow, it didn’t make you feel much better, the image of the previous addition to the corridors’ decor stuck in your brain. But hey, it was supposed to be the thought that counted, right?

And Professor Wilson was a nice guy. He offered you a drink – sadly a non-alcoholic one – attempted a joke saying that no, it was no trouble getting you one, which was the reason he offered.

Generally, he treated you as if he wanted to provide you with a safe space.

And then he kindly told you that he knew about the poem, because his cousin who’s in her first year here at the uni, texted him what the heck was the e-mail she received on her uni account about.

In other word, he gently broke to you that whoever had done this possibly sent it to every student in the database too.

You nearly threw up hearing that; the pit you had climbed up from and of which edge you were balancing, deepened. But you didn’t fall back there.

Yet.

It was probably because you were still too shocked at the information.

“I hate asking that question, but do you have any idea who did this?” Wilson asked quietly and you had nothing but a helpless shake of a head for a reply. You felt your vision blurring, dizziness fogging your brain again. “Can you think of anyone who holds a grudge against you for some reason?”

A scoff escaped your lips, cynical as you found the answer obvious from the verses.

“Besides dating Steve, you mean?” you noted sarcastically. Wilson waited for more, his eyebrows twitching in surprise and expectation before he got it under control. “Sorry, I meant Professor Rog-“

“Hey, you can call him Steve,” he assured you, so damn sweet and diligent. “I met him, you know, I’d go as far as calling him a friend. And right here, right now, he is not your professor, but your boyfriend. I’m talking to you as a counsellor so feel free to call me Sam if you’re comfortable. And to answer your question, I assume that it is as good motive as any, but the fact that the two of you are dating is practically a public knowledge at this point, so it doesn’t really narrow our field of suspects.”

Despite his openness and kind approach, you once again could only shrug, growing desperate by the minute. The urge to leave – because suddenly it made even more sense, him taking you here, he was friends with Steve, he was stalling – became unbearable.

You didn’t have the strength to see Steve now. You couldn’t. You would question every gesture, analyse everything and perhaps came to the conclusion that he agreed with the author of the poem and you desperately didn’t want that. You needed to forget about this, preferably with an unhealthy amount of alcohol, you needed to cry some more, you needed ice-cream and a hug and to bitch about everything and you needed a fucking nap that would last at least a week.

“I don’t know who hates me that much, I swear. Can I please go now?”

Sam cocked his head to side, a minute frown creasing his brows. “Is that what you want?”

Do you really want to leave before Steve gets a chance to get here?

You should probably feel guilty. You wanted to feel guilty, because that was you being a coward and it was downright mean to Steve, who would no doubt learn about this very soon and from someone else, but you didn’t have the capacity to think about anything at all besides feeling like you were going to explode any second.

“Yes. Thanks for being nice and all, but I—I’d rather go.”

“You have a roommate? A friend you live with and who’s in?” he fussed, voice gravely, amiable chocolate eyes observing you with worry. Did he think you were about to hurt yourself? Did you look like the type? Were you? You mentally shook your head. Jesus.

“Yeah,” you creaked, already rising to your feet, endlessly grateful that he was letting you go. “Penny. We— uhm, we were supposed to go celebrating.”

You nearly choked on the last word, feeling like everything but going out tonight. The idea of going out and facing all the stares cause by the widely-spread e-mail made your stomach clench.

You kinda lost the appetite to celebrate anything to begin with; all the relief and joy, which had filled every last bit of your being post-learning your grade, vanished and was replaced by a dark sticky substance filling your lungs, your gut, your veins, muffling the outside world.

Perhaps Penny would agree to a loud night in?

“You can still do that, that’s up to you. But please, get some sleep and don’t be alone. Here,” he stood up as well, handing you a card. “My number, even if you just need to talk to a sort-of outsider and word-vomit all over someone, okay?”

You couldn’t argue with his offer – you had a feeling you’d vomit soon, either verbally or literally. Still, you charmed a shaky smile that probably turned out a grimace.

“K. Thanks… Sam.”

“Any time.”

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Of course, Wilson’s unspoken question about moving quick to avoid an encounter with certain professor was painfully on point.

You bailed on Steve whom you were supposed to wait for even if just for a hug and congratulations, practically running to the dorm, your unsteady feet and tears still clouding your vision be damned.

You ignored the ringing of your phone, assuming it was Steve himself; bile rose to your throat at the idea of hearing his voice at that moment. He tried twice before you smashed the power button and threw the phone back to your purse, breathing out in relief and wanting to puke at the same time.

You truly couldn’t find the capacity to deal with him momentarily – you needed to be alone and safe from any prying eyes, preferably in the comfort of your shared dorm with Penny. You cried harder when you finally reached it, your feet hurting from attempting to run in heels.

It wasn’t hard to figure out that Penny somehow already knew, probably from the e-mail – it was written all over her face. And hadn’t her expression been enough, instead of a celebratory champagne she handed you a shot of a transparent liquid the moment you opened the door.

You turned it bottoms up without questioning it and asked for another. Penny grabbed the bottle of vodka waiting on the shoe rack and poured one for you and one for herself. You didn’t bother clinking the glasses.

Though the burn in your throat felt pleasant, it did nothing to sooth the burn in your eyes and heart. Penny’s embrace made it a bit better.

So did the third shot of vodka.

You didn’t switch on your phone that day again – and when it was nearing midnight, after a four-hour nap, you convinced Penny to go celebrate to the Freddy’s as you had originally planned to do. You pretended that no one stared at you and instead you danced and drank until your mind was swimming enough for the sorrow and anger to drown.

You were one lucky bitch to have Penny walk you home.

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Steve was sitting at his desk at the faculty office he shared with Bucky and was working hard at what he excelled at for these past days despite his genuine efforts at not doing so; getting absolutely nothing done at all.

His hands had grown somewhat unsteady, a reflection of how he was feeling, how torn and absurdly broken he had become. He was spilling drinks on a regular basis, items kept falling from his flimsy hold. His brain felt foggy these days as well, most likely a consequence of the shitty sleep he was getting.

His bed felt too big despite his rather large frame and too cold despite his body temperature usually running almost too high; the sheets smelled strange and foreign despite being his own and the bed screamed with emptiness on a volume that kept interrupting his already deficient sleep.

Four days.

Four days since one stupid poem knocked his world out of its orbit and everything that mattered crashed down. Well, perhaps not everything, Steve happened to like his job too and he still had it, but such detail seemed insignificant; it certainly did in comparison to the fact that he had been attempting and had failed to reach you.

Calls.

Texts.

Few e-mails when he felt particularly helpless and frustrated.

His messed up sleeping and eating schedule and the irregularity that came with the exam period would make a perfect case of him losing any notion of time – yet Steve knew about every second without you, practically counting them.

He could still see Sam Wilson standing outside the classroom he had been testing students’ knowledge in as if it happened yesterday. He could recall with painfully stark clarity the unreadable expression on his face and the ominous “Steve, man… we need to talk.”

Steve still remembered Tony Stark waltzing in the next day with a baby in some sort of a front backpack, agitated that someone had gotten into the database, let alone to send all the hate-emails, and how he announced he found the culprit and their accomplices in an hour, which apparently happened to be too long to his liking.

Steve would smile at the memory of the technical genius’ antics, but the gaping hole in his chest caused by the deafening silence from you prevented it. Hell, not even the vivid picture of Carol Danvers from the faculty of law, moonlighting like a member of the legal department of the university, made the corners of his lips rise.

And hadn’t it been quite a show, a downright uplifting experience.

Steve was watching the screen with a frown, a stone-solid clench to his jaw and a firm clench to his fists.

It was almost amusing really; Bucky kept going about Fury being a creep and not a spy, but despite the lack of a one-way glass, the space Carol and the girl was in – just like two other rooms, each with one man – resembled an interrogation room. Steve never had been more grateful for audio and video feed in his life, but he sure as hell wasn’t laughing in delight at being proved right.

In fact, it had been taking all of his willpower not to burst into those rooms and give a piece of his mind to every single person guilty of being involved in hurting you. In causing his life to collapse on itself.

Steve couldn’t quite recall the brunet Carol was roasting, but he suspected he had seen her in one of the classes he was teaching. She didn’t stand out from the crowd of students and he didn’t see anything special about her worth remembering; then again, he tended to forget to take notice of other pretty faces ever since he had laid his eyes on yours.

And right now, all he saw was a face of a vicious bitch who forced you into pushing him away and a single look at her had his blood boiling.

Steve truly wanted to punch the living daylights of her and that said something, because he prided himself in having moral objection to hitting women, especially from sheer anger.

However, the desire was growing with each piece of information he learned. Because Yvonne Whatever-Is-Her-Name was a piece of work for fucking certain.

She talked a guy number one, whom she was attending Introduction to Social Studies 101 and who had a very apparent teenage-like crush on her, into reaching out to his friend, guy number two, whom he often played some online video game with, into hacking the database, sending the e-mails and finding out when and where exactly your exam was, just so Yvonne herself could redecorate the corridors and bathroom and make sure you wouldn’t miss her work of art.

Carol was alternating between visiting each of the ‘suspects’ and man, did they sing like birds.

Steve wanted to strangle them all, but fuck, the hatred for Yvonne Burton specifically was already consuming him and gnawing at his very soul; yes, he found out her last name just so he knew his mortal enemy. He was going to burn her to the ground, one way or the other… not that Carol hadn’t been doing a fine job so far.

That damn brunet had tears running down her face, sobbing occasionally, but still rarely sassing back. Somehow, seeing her like that wasn’t half as satisfying as Steve hoped, because his mind kept wandering to you and wondering if you looked about the same and every time such picture formed in his head, he hated Ms.Burton a fraction more.

She had used a guy who liked her, which Carol blatantly pointed out. The lawyer didn’t seem to hold back her own snark if the question about how the culprits met – via some forum for bruised ego, was it? – was anything to go by.

“I might be a lawyer, but I’m begging for every art professor and author I know – stay away from poetry. What you wrote is a child’s rhyme really, but like every writing, it says a lot about who you are. And it gives me a plenty of ammunition. We have two names, one full, one last name pointing out a specific person from the context. If I play my cards right, we have defamation on our hands, libel to be precise. Congratulation,” Carol remarked in a surprisingly calm voice. The other woman visibly paled. Good. “And what about the last line? Is that… is that a threat of violence? I can make it harassment, but if I try hard enough, perhaps we can consider it something more serious…?”

“You don’t get to threaten me! You’re lying! I’ve done nothing wrong and so serious!” the girl – and really, in Steve’s eyes, she was nothing but a stupid girl who somehow managed to kick his life in its balls – exploded, jumping to her feet.

Carol levelled her with a glare and an irritated hiss. “Sit down.” Burton did, clammy hands curled up in trembling fists. “And you’ve done more than enough.”

“You don’t understand!”

“Oh don’t I? Be my guest then. Explain it. Your motivation, the legal side, anything. I’m all ears.”

“I love him!” the girl exclaimed and Steve grinded his teeth as a surge of rage shooting through his veins.

Like fucking hell she did. He didn’t remember even talking to her if he ever had to start with and she loved him?!

Was that really what this was about? This girl somewhat liked him and got obsessed? Decided to wreck his girlfriend? To what end? To drive the two of you apart? To make you hate him so he would run to her? To simply ruin your future? What the fuck was wrong with her?! She was a damn kid with hurt pride and zero efforts put in so far, because he couldn’t even remember her-

“Oh you really don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t have done this,” Carol responded with a cold edge to her voice, apparently agreeing with Steve’s thoughts and being equally unimpressed with Ms.Burton dramatic confession.

“I’m fighting for him! Ain’t nothing wrong-”

Oh Steve would argue with that so hard. He could feel Sam watching him from the corner of his eye, but neither of them said anything as Steve gripped the edge of the table the monitors were on.

He was sure he was going to be sick, the edge of his vision doing something he only read about; as if truly turning red, crimson with hunger for blood. He never ever craved tearing someone in half, not a single one of the guys who bullied him in school, not the girls that laughed at him when he said he liked them; and make no mistake, he had always felt mad enough.

But right now, he tasted undiluted rage and it tasted like acid with a bitter aftertaste of iron and copper, searing hot on his tongue and spreading through his body, turning it heavy and nauseatingly light at the same time.

“No, you’re ruining his life,” Carol emphasized, leaning onto the table and glaring murder at the girl. “If this is your idea of fighting for someone, it’s pretty twisted. You could have done literally anything to make him notice you, hell, pick you, but leave if he still said no, because that’s a sensible thing to do. But instead, you hurt someone he cared about. And that means you hurt him too – not to mention that his name is in there, possibly putting a scrap on his reputation. If you did love him, you’d want him to be happy.”

Steve gulped and looked away, unable to bear the weight of Carol’s words, feeling the jab on his own person. Because he was familiar with being accused of ruining someone’s life and future despite seemingly loving them. God knew that on a rainy day, he wondered about his own ‘love’ and its purity too – and now, it was fucking pouring and Steve had been forced to question everything he knew.

Was this little brunet Satan a godsend in fact? Was she supposed to tell him to stop lying to himself about not being your doom? Just what kind of a mess this stunt would have made had you been working a steady job and this got to your employer?

A gentle hand reached for his shoulder, a silent support, and Steve found himself torn between irritated, grateful and deeply ashamed.

No matter how much he hated it, he should be on the list to get punched for hurting you too.

“So, sorry to break it to you, but you don’t love him,” Carol continued and with Sam’s palm on his shoulder, Steve forced himself to watch the scene, the grand finale. “You’re just a little girl with attitude issues, a crush that got out of hand, and a ton of luck for knowing a guy willing to help you. Guess what – you just ran out of that luck.”

Heavy silence fell on the interrogation room and Steve’s eyes slid shut, hearing Carol and Yvonne’s parting words.

“And just so you know, she didn’t get the highest score. She got a B.”

Steve didn’t even know that and despite all the shit they were in, he felt a surge of pride for his g- hopefully still his girl.

At the same time, the fact that he learned it from Carol and not from you as he still couldn’t reach you, felt like a punch to his solar plexus.

Carol entered the monitoring room with a discontent expression on her face, wordlessly telling Steve and Sam that the conversation, no matter how harsh, wasn’t satisfying enough.

Still, Steve glanced at her and nodded with severity.

“Thank you, Carol,” he rasped, surprised by how hoarse his own voice sounded; for the burn of rage in his stomach and the tension in his muscles, he almost forgot about the lump gradually growing in his throat with each hour of silence from you.

“My damn pleasure,” Carol huffed with slight irritation, one clearly not aimed at Steve. She subtly raised her eyebrows. “I kinda want to punch her, but I guess I’m not the only one, huh?”

Steve sighed and closed his eyes, his hands almost shaking with the said need. Still, it was surprisingly relieving to be called out on that and to learn that he wasn’t the only one. And when he opened his eyes again, the look on Carol’s face told him that she wasn’t blaming him one bit.

“You have no fucking idea, I- Jesus, I never wanted to—to-- so much in my life.“

The rise of one corner of her lips was sympathetic. “We’ll handle this, Steve. I know it’s hard to hear, but you can’t really help us here. Go home. Rest.”

The lump in Steve’s throat grew nearly suffocating at the idea of going to the empty apartment, where his uselessness became even more evident. Steve eyed Sam, searching with hope for any sign of a better advice, but the counsellor only nodded to second Carol’s thought.

“Go home and try to call your girl. She’ll pick up eventually.”

At that time Steve had done exactly that – however, the result had remained identical to those with his previous attempts. You hadn’t picked up and he had left a voicemail and a pathetic text that somehow seemed to be reflecting all of his insecurities and doubts about your relationship and it hadn’t turned out at all as he had planned – and then it had been too late to take it back.

He had sent another and another, almost hour after hour and he was gradually realizing that he was forgoing all hope and his faith in what you two had and what it could become in the future; and god, did he want the future so badly.

But he couldn’t always get what he wanted, could he? He thought that a miracle had happened when he had first met you and later heard your yes to the date. But here you were.

Four days from that terrible incident.

Did Steve even believe that you two were supposed to be together? He didn’t even know anymore. Perhaps it was an intervention from some higher power and you two breaking apart was meant to be, saving you a heartbreak and disillusions which were about to come later.

He squeezed his eyes shut at the thought and the sensation that felt like a punch to his gut, his insides cramping.

That was not true. You two loved each other. You had found something truly amazing in each other and you were about to reach out to him any minute so you could continue to your brighter future together.

…right?

Except a minute passed by and nothing happened, the phone Steve was toying with remaining silent.

No received text or e-mail.

No incoming call.

Another minute and then another ten, the phone still spinning in his hand in almost a reflex at that point and still not lighting up.

The knot in Steve’s gut turned tighter and tighter, the tension in his shoulders and jaw growing, his mantra of you surely contacting him gradually falling silent.

Finally, he came to the decision that only fools kept doing the same thing over and over, expecting a different result.

He was supposed to do that a long long time ago, the moment he had convinced himself that coming knocking on your dorm could be considered harassment… and would break his heart in case you’d shut the door to his face telling him you were done with him.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Steve swept through his contacts and dialled your best friend and roommate in one person.

⊱-◦-◦-◦-◦-◦-◦ ✉ ◦-◦-◦-◦-◦-◦-⊰

Part 2

⊱-◦-◦-◦-◦-◦-◦ ✉ ◦-◦-◦-◦-◦-◦-⊰

Thank you for reading!

Let me know what you thought! I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ doing something with randomly timed shots to a series, so… you know. I’m a bit nervous. And I guess that this is very different from what this series was so far too, so I hope it’s okay. Thank you :-*

#marvel #fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #professor steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #college au #professor au #modern au #steve rogers x you #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america imagine #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #mcu #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #au #captain america au #attached #anika ann

[la-tia-panchita]

Letter to José

José when you receive this letter without reason, you'll know it was all over between us.

Fandom: The Three Caballeros

Relationship: José/Panchito

Notes: Hi everyone! I just wanna to tell that I have made my first Panjose fanfic! (Well it is a songifc :b) and although it's on ao3 I want to share it here too! Hope you like it!! ^^. The song with which I was based to make this songfic is called " Carta a Eufemia" and it is interpreted by Pedro Infante, I’ll leave you the song at the end!

Two years had already passed since the filming of the three caballeros and with it two years of courtship between the Brazilian parrot and the Mexican rooster, making family and friends more than happy for the couple; in Brazil because it is the couple with whom the green feathers lasted the longest (not counting the beautiful Rosinha Vaz, but that is another story because between the two there is a relationship that consists of breaking up and returning, well, rather it existed  until the mexican arrived) And in Mexico they were happy because the rooster had finally decided to choose a partner, only there was some disappointment, anger and even lawsuits with his father when he found out that the happy couple was a man and not a woman, but that is also another story. The point here is that although some did not want to admit it, they were all happy for the relationship that these two birds had.

If you ask Panchito how is his luck with women, he would say that it is very good since in his town there are several women who are interested in him, but if you ask him how is his luck in love, surely he would laugh and say that  love was not made for him because no one has ever stolen sighs and sleepless nights thinking of that special person, until he met José.

For Panchito, dealing with José was like a soccer match where you begin observing calmly and as the game progresses it comes the insults, fouls and yellow cards; so yes, when Panchito and José met they did not have a good relationship, but the second half arrived and with it an adrenaline, emotion and a feeling of not wanting to change the channel, until the first goal arrives, making that the team who scored the goal began to scream with euphoria and happiness while the opposing team begins to get frustrated and that's how Panchito's mind was when he first questioned what he was beginning to feel for the samba dancer. And suddenly more goals arrive making more visible who could be the winning team, until a penalty arrives a night before the premier of his film in which the entire stadium fell into deathly silence because that goal is the one that would mark the victory or the defeat, and there we see the player kick the ball and how it approaches to the goal, mocking the goalkeeper who had to jump to stop the ball but still being insufficient because the one who stopped that ball was the net, causing the entire stadium to rise up screaming with excitement and happiness as they finally saw the beaks of the two birds joined in a kiss, thus marking the end of the game and the start of a relationship.

After that night for Panchito it was like being drugged, he felt in the clouds every time he looked at his partner and when he surprisingly kissed him it was as if a gravitational force was dragging him strongly to the floor, and he loved that change of emotions that the brazilian provoked in him. What he did not love was the decision to have a long distance relationship, but he had to reluctantly accept because in Mexico his family needed him and in Brazil they needed José, so with the promise that the two would constantly send  letters, they said goodbye.

And now after almost a year of living in different countries we can see a well-dressed rooster as a charro signing the end of a paper "Done!" He exclaimed appreciating the final product "Here you have" he said handing the letter to his brother Miguel "Read the letter that I am going to send to the José of my life, to see if he answers it to me" Miguel took the letter between his hands and began to read it.

José, cuando recibas esta carta sin razón.

[José, when you recieve this letter without reason]

"You are sure about this?" Miguel ask looking at Panchito disbelief.

"Of course"

Ya sabrás que entre nosotros todo terminó

[You'll know it was all over between us]

"Won't he take it wrong? I mean, this is said to the face" Panchito gave a few laughs as he shook his head.

"Miguel, Why am I going to fly to Brazil to just tell him we're done?" Panchito ask.

"I don't know, maybe for dignity? Honor? Or even so that he doesn't TAKE IT WRONG!?" Remarking the last words, Miguel insisted as if it were the most obvious thing.

Y no la des en recibida por traición.

Te devuelvo tu palabra, te la devuelvo sin usarla y que conste que en esta carta que acabamos de un jalón.

[When you receive it, don't take it as betrayal

I send back your word, I send it back without using it, and I warn you, in this letter that we finish just like that]

Panchito leaned his back on the chair while crossing his arms and replaid "Dignity? Honor? That he doesn't take it wrong? Ay no inventes, better you keep reading the letter and I assure you that you will change your mind" his brother just rolled his eyes and kept reading.

No me escribiste, y mis cartas anteriores no se si las recibiste.

Tu me olvidaste y mataron mis amores el silencio que les diste.

[You didn't write me, and my previous letters I don't know if you received them.

You forgot me, and my love was killed by the silence that you gave me.]

"Don't you think you are exaggerating?" Miguel asked again taking a sip of his drink .

"Oh que la, si no es Chana es Juana" he claimed and running his hands over his crest he let out a frustrated sigh "look, everything that is in the letter is the truth and what I truly feel. Although I continue to have unconditional affection for José, this can no longer continue like this, he is there and I am here and thanks to the distance this relationship has become non-existent, I even forgot how to love him!" he explained.

¡A ver si a esta si le das contestación José!

Pues del amor ¿pa' que te escribo? y aquí queda como amigo

Tu afectísimo y atento y muy seguro servidor

[I'll see if to this letter you gives a reply José!

About love, what could I tell you? And here remains as a friend

Your most affectionate, attentive and very secure server]

"Pancito Pistoles" he read the signature aloud and left the letter on the table "Well there as you see, if you are sure then send it to him" He sighed pulling out his wallet and putting a few bills on the table.

"Pues ya está" Panchito got up from the table next to his brother "come with me to send it" he hugged his brother by the shoulders and the two of them left the restaurant.

-------

The afternoon was setting on the beautiful coasts of Rio de Janeiro reflecting the pink and orange tones of the sky in the sea.

"Zé, you have received a letter" said his friend Nestor entering to the balcony where the parrot was admiring the peaceful landscape while smoking one of his cigars.

José, cuando recibas esta carta sin razón

Ya sabrás que entre nosotros todo término

[José, when you receive this letter without reason

You'll know it was all over between us]

"Muito obrigado" he answered taking the letter in his hands and without waiting, he opened it, he already knew who it was and was eager to read what the mexican would tell him now. Would he tell him that he finally bought Mr. Martinez a new saddle? Or maybe he would tell him how he reluctantly pulled his brother out of a fight again?

When he unfolded the paper and read the first sentences, his brow began to furrow and a void seized him.

No la des en recibida por traición.

Te devulevo tu palabra, te la devuevo sin usarla y que conste en esta carta que acabamos de un jalón.

[When you receive it, don't take it as a betrayal.

I send back you word, I send it back without using it, and I warn you in this letter that we finish just like that]

He entered to his room in dismay and he dropped into the chair at the small desk he had.

No me escribiste, y mis cartas anteriores no se si las recibiste

[You didn't write me, andmy previous letters I don't know if you received them]

His gaze immediately traveled to his desk, which was littered with crumpled sheets of paper scattered everywhere, some on the floor, others in the trash can, and many others on top of the same desk, but there was a place where it wasn't littered with trash. and that was where he kept all the letters he received from Panchito, each one of them was ordered and well arranged by date.

Tu me olvidaste, y mataron mis amores el silencio que les diste

[You forgot me, and mt love was killed by the silence that you gave me]

The anxiety was consuming the poor brazilian who did not realize he was puffing on his cigar too fast until the ashes of the cigar fell into his sack. He put the letter aside and putting out ths cigar into ths ashtray he tried to clean the ashes from his sack, when he finally thought his sack was clean he rubbed his eyes and took the letter again.

¡A ver si a esta si le das contestación José!

[I'll see if to this letter you gives a reply José!]

José squeezed his beak, he knew that there would come a time when Panchito would get tired of not having any information about him, but he never imagined that those lines would cause much impact on him, because just seeing that that sentence was with an exclamation point and that his name was included he imagined as if the rooster was giving a cry of despair and help to know about him. And it is not that José did not want to respond and escape from that relationship, on the contrary, he loves Panchito with all his being and with each letter he received his love for him increased more, only that whenever he was about to write he could not find the words correct and more when everything around him started to go from bad to worse, Zico and Zeca arrived (his nephews whom he loves very much) but unfortunately his sister left, may he rest, the bar where he worked was closed and the money began to scarce and it was in those moments that the only thing that kept him standing were the letters he received from Panchito.

Sometimes it crossed to his mind that he could ask for help from the mexican, but immediately the shame consumed him, then he thought he could start sending letters and after sending some now he could ask for help, but he thought he would look very cheeky and better he didn't sent anything, and now that his life is stable again he does not know what to say, keeping only erasers scattered all over his desk and floor.

Del amor ¿Pa' que te escribo? y aquí queda como amigo

Tu afectísimo y atento y muy seguro servidor

[About love, what could I tell you? And here remainss as a friend

Your most affectionate, attentive, and very secure server]

"Signature Panchito Pistoles" he threw the letter on the table and leaned back in his chair "it's all over" he sighed heavily, although now he wanted to and tried to write him a letter to explain everything, to tell him to wait that he still loves him, that he had not forgotten him and that he was not going to let their relationship end in this way, he did not feel up to it and above all he felt defeated and tired.

He took out a cigar and lit it, letting himself be carried away by the smoke it gave off and his pain until someone entered to his room. "Zé, another letter just arrived." His friend Nestor's voice was heard, but he did not respond and did not even I turn to see, he just sat there smoking his cigar "I'll leave it in bed for you" answered the other walking around the room and when he left the letter he left, leaving José in complete silence immersed in his thoughts.

After several minutes he got up to go get the letter and turn on the light since the darkness of the night had already flooded the room.

Seeing where the happy letter came from, he threw it angrily "o que aquele pedaço de mariachi quer ?! Não é o suficiente para ele quebrar meu coração !? Agora ele precisa tirar sarro de mim, ou talvez..." letter on the floor with hopes and something in it begged that in that letter it would come out that it was all a joke in bad taste or even a warning for not keeping his promise.

With fear he picked up the letter and stopped looking at the details of the envelope, it was strange that the letter was different from the one already known but it could be clearly seen that the sender's address said Hacienda Quintero, he opened the envelope and slowly took out the paper that was inside.

Hi José,

I hope you are well and I hope you will forgive the informality of this letter.

I know what my brother wrote in his letter and I want you to know that I do not agree with the decision he made, well first of all I hope you have already read the letter, if not, everything that comes here will not make sense.

I want you to know that my brother still loves you well, but that does not remove the fact that he is hurt because he thinks you have forgotten him and now he has taken a very proud, very arrogant attitude and God! Not even a day has passed and I can't stand it anymore. So, Mr. Carioca, I kindly ask you if you don't want to send a letter, then at least come to fix my brother and even though I haven't seen you in a long time, I know that you still love my brother.

There I leave you a few Mexican bills (sorry I did this letter suddenly and I didn't have time to look for Brazilian reals) with which you can go to Mexico or you can keep them and do whatever you want with them, consider it as a gift and an apology for the letter from my silly brother.

I am saying goodbye because Panchito is here and he does not know that I have written this letter and I do not want him to find out that he exists.

Miguel Quintero.

He opened his eyes surprisingly, he did not know what impacted him more, the fact that Panchito's brother was playing the cupid, knowing that Panchito still loved him or that José received a second chance.

He checked the envelope again and, indeed, Miguel had given him several bills with which he could pay the last debts he had left or he could go to Mexico to try to win back the love of his life.

He sat slowly on the bed thinking what he would say to Panchito when he see him. Perhaps he would claim the fact that he cut him by letter and did not have the decency to tell him in front, because this things you need to said it to the face.

End Notes:

"Oh que la, si no es Chana es Juana"-- oh what the, if it's not Chana it's Juana. (In Mexico the phrase "if it's not Chana it's Juana" is a colloquial saying that express if it's not one thing it's the other)

"Pues ya está"-- Well that's it

"Muito obrigado"-- thanks a lot.

"o que aquele pedaço de mariachi quer ?! Não é o suficiente para ele quebrar meu coração !? Agora ele precisa tirar sarro de mim, ou talvez" --what those that piece of mariachi wants?! Isn't it enough for him to break my heart!? Now he need to make fun of me, or maybe...

#the three caballeros #panjose #josepan #josé carioca #panchito pistoles #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #songfic #Nestor #Zico and Zeca #rosinha

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Finger Painting

One shot

This is for one of my most favourite writer's challenge! My one-shot entry for @jtargaryen18 writing challenge for her and Chris Evans' birthday month 😄

Description - It's been a month since the reader (Y/N) and Chris Evans have started dating. As the reader is plump around the stomach and the hips, she feels awkward having sex with Chris and so, has been putting it off. But what happens when Chris walks in on her "finger painting"?

Warning - Female masturbation, mentions of porn

Only 18+ proceed!

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Moodboard is by the wonderful @donutloverxo ! Show her some love people 🥰

1 month, 4 days, 2 hours and 26 minutes ago, your dreams had come true. You had started dating Chris Evans! The two of you had met at an axe-throwing club, where you worked. Chris had failed to hit the axe on the wooden board, multiple times. After his first few futile attempts, his group of friends had started teasing him relentlessly, which had further made him anxious.

You had seen him fidgeting with his hands, his breaths shallow as he kept running his hands through his hair. You recognised the signs of anxiety when you saw them, being a victim of anxiety bouts yourself. That's enough, you had decided and taken it upon yourself to share some tips. Chris had followed your instructions and hit his mark, successfully silencing his friends.

After then, he had visited the club almost every week for 5 months. He often offered to buy you a cup of coffee "in exchange for sharing your wise axe-throwing wisdom" he had put it. Putting your anxiety at bay, you had finally given in.

You smiled remembering the coffee-date. It was a simple under $20 date but it had been full of priceless, magical moments. The warm coffee in your hands, soft and crunchy chocolate chip cookies, slow walk under the gorgeous yellow and orange autumn trees, and a lifetime worth of conversations to keep you both company.

After a few more of such simple dates, Chris had officially asked you to be his girlfriend. Still high from the magical date, you had agreed without a second thought.

What you didn't realise was that while dating Chris was a dream come true, it was also as if one of your worst nightmares had come alive.

You found yourself constantly wondering how can someone like him date someone like you?! While you were sure Chris was sculpted by Michelangelo himself, on the other hand, you knew that you were the inspiration for the Michelin tire mascot. And so, even after dating him for 1 month, 4 days, 2 hours and 45 minutes, you still couldn't muster the strength to get physical with him.

While Chris hadn't made any moves to get intimate with you, you knew time would come wherein you would have to either talk to him about it, or get naked in front of him. You didn't like either of those prospects.

Sighing, you laid down on your bed, feeling down after a long day at work. You needed to make yourself feel good. You needed a release.

As you prepared for your bath, you heard your mobile ring. "Hey baby," Chris' voice sounded cheerful on the other end of the call, "wanna watch a movie tonight?"

"Hey Chris, I am too tired. I think I will just go to bed."

"Awww. Are you going to sleep already? Did you eat?" he inquired.

"I was actually about to take a bath, then eat," you replied.

"You sound so stressed baby. Why don't you do some finger painting? I am sure that will make you feel better," Chris suggested.

You have no idea, you thought. "Yeah that's a good suggestion. I will do that."

"You should. I bet they are masterpieces," he said, subtly expressing his desire to view her finger paintings, again.

"Hehe yeah," you laughed awkwardly, "I got to go now. Will take to you tomorrow, 'kay?" you said, eager to cut the call.

"Mmm okay. Take care of yourself baby," said Chris.

Chris found it weird that you had never shown him any of your paintings. Plus, you also avoided the question or were quick to change the topic. With curiosity getting better of him, he decided to head for your place, picking up wine, flowers and chocolates along the way.

After the long bath, you laid on the bed. Legs parted, your left hand immediately went to your bare sex, foregoing all the formality with your breasts. Your right hand browsed through Chris' video interviews on your mobile phone. While porn had worked well for you earlier, it just wasn't good enough anymore. You didn't find those naked, muscular men attractive now.

Selecting your favourite video interview of Chris, you played it on your speaker. His deep and strong voice blared on the loudest volume, while his bearded face, and a tight tshirt hugging his muscles filled your smartphone screen. You were already getting wet, your fingers easily diving through your folds. Time to do some finger painting.

When Chris reached your apartment, he heard a muffled male voice through the door. He tried the broken doorbell and when you didn't answer his knocks, he used the spare key hidden under the welcome mat to enter.

At first, he was surprised to hear a male voice talking on the speaker. He thought maybe you were listening to a podcast. But there was something familiar about the voice...

After a moment, realisation struck! You were watching his interview! Aaawww which meant you were missing him. Good thing he came down to pamper you.

Wishing to surprise you, he sneaked around the living room and entered the kitchen, only to find it empty. Then he heard a small moan from your bedroom. He carefully entered through the ajar door and found one of the most sexiest sights in front of him.

You were sprawled on the bed, your back arched just the tiniest bit as you rapidly thrusted 2 fingers inside of you, with your other hand fondling your bundle of nerves. He raised his eyebrows and smirked, finally understanding the meaning behind finger painting.

He slowly started rubbing his growing erection as you neared your release. You ended your ministrations with an exclamation, your body hitting the mattress as relaxation flooded through you. A peaceful smile crept up on your face, as you felt your release seeping between your thighs.

You screamed with shock as 200 pounds of drop-dead-gorgeous landed on top of you. 2 twinkling eyes, filled with lust and a cocky smirk flashed above you. "Honey, if this is what you call finger painting, then I would love to dip my brush in your paints," Chris said right before he captured your lips with his.

That was it. All it took was a hungry, sexual and passionate kiss to drive away all of your doubts, your anxiety.

You almost laughed at the speed with which Chris disposed off his clothes, his hard and unyielding body merging together with your soft, plump frame, eliminating all the distance between you two.

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