#once everything is over I will be thrown back into the world as an adult and with no knowledge of how to function in it whatsoever

[thatsdemko]

I’m yours - p.gasly

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: Pierre gasly x fem!reader

warnings: fluff + some swear words + some anxious thoughts + established relationship

a/n: loosely inspired by a conversation me and @vamossainz55 had! feedback is always appreciated xx

Pierre

where are you?

read at 11:50pm

he stares at his phone, anxiously awaiting your response. he knows you’re awake, he sees your location is at home, and you just now read his message he sent not even two seconds ago. he needs you, your comforting words and soft voice, he needs it after having to forfeit his own race over a malfunction.

the phone in his hand buzzes, and instantly he picks it up, relieved to hear your voice, “talk to me, mon amour.” your voice is scratchy, he knows by the sound of it you fell asleep under the ceiling fan in the living room. he can tell just based off how you sound, where you end up watching qualifying or the race.

“car nearly blew up, I’m lucky to be alive. Esteban fucking crashed into me, and I start bottom of the grid. I’m just so annoyed.” he slumps against the wall of his drivers room, listens to you hum in response.

“I just want you to talk to me.” he sighs turning the phone on speaker, and resting it on his thigh, “I just need your voice right now.”

you can’t help but feel those butterflies in your stomach. those simple words always get you, whether he’s in a good mood or a bad one, he always needs you in some way.

“I went to the park with my nieces today, they asked about you.” you hold the speaker close to your lips, knowing your voice is faint and tired from your slumber. your own sleepiness helps him relax against the wall, eyelids falling shut.

“how are they? still cute?” he asks, a chuckle falls out of his lips as he remembers the last time he saw them. they were in adult sized team gasly hoodies that were way too big for them. but they loved supporting their uncle Pierre.

“still rooting for you, just like me, babe.” you look over at the mess of your kitchen table, it’s covered in blue and pink glitter, they spent all afternoon making homemade signs for Pierre for tomorrows race.

“it’s good to know someone has my back.” he scoffs, the reminder of qualifying slipping back into his mind. he tries to shake it off, but the anger rises once more, and it’s your voice that once again soothes him.

“I’m in your corner through thick and thin, gasly.”

—

“and that’s p14 for gasly! what a horrible day for the alpine!”

you didn’t need the commentators to tell you that much, it was evident the car sucked. the only good thing that came from this was he moved up a couple of positions from last place, but it didn’t help that he couldn’t get up any further on the worst street circuit known to man.

you watch him climb out the car, helmet aggressively being thrown off as he storms through media, engineers, and other team members to his drivers room. your phone is rested face up against your thigh when the buzzing noise alerts your attention. it’s him.

“hi,” you answer quickly, hearing that same sigh from the other day. the one that makes you want to drop everything and meet him halfway across the world just to be in his arms.

“I’m taking the next flight home, I can’t do this anymore.” he sounds like he’s ready to sob, like this race cost him his emotions and psychological well-being. it breaks you, you want nothing more than to press sweet kisses and rub your nails up and down his back.

“Pierre, you love racing. just come home, okay? I love you.”

he nods, a few tears slip down his own cheeks as he chokes out those three words back to you, “thank you. I’m coming home.”

—

“why are you still awake?” he asks when he opens the front door and sees you sitting on the couch in the living room. he knows why you do it, so you can be there for him, but he hates that you jeopardize sleep for him.

“because you need me. so I’m awake.” you move off the couch, and climb over the arms to him. his bags drop down to the floor, arms wrapping you closer to his body. he’s squeezing you tight, like he’s afraid if he lets go all of this wouldn’t be happening, afraid somehow reality would float him back to the car where he’s fighting tears, a shitty day, and car.

“thank you for staying up.” he mumbles into the crook of your neck. you hear every word crystal clear despite how soft it is.

“I’d do anything for you, p.” your fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck. before pulling away he squeezes you closer to him once more.

“the girls made signs for you.” you pull him into the kitchen, where the mass mess of glitter still stands, but the blue and pink construction paper signs scatter the table brighten his mood.

he moves around the table looking at each one, all with the number 10, happy smiley stickers, hearts, and I love you’s. it truly makes his heart swell, “how can you ever say you don’t want to race again?” you whisper, arms wrapping around him from behind. his support system was the best when he needed them the most, and right now this was everything he needed and more.

he grabs your piece of construction paper from the table, the French flag colors decorate the white paper with the words “I love you gasly!” written in cursive, “this makes me want to keep going.”

you move around his body, his arm drapes around your shoulders, you look up at him. his beautiful blue eyes look lord but still hopeful, “through thick and thin, gasly. I’m yours.”

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly blurb #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly drabble #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fic #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly fluff #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagines #f1 driver x reader #f1 fic #f1 driver x you #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x you #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #pg10

[obriengf]

24 Crayons || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: A boy met a girl in the midst of innocence, and formed a friendship that would last the ages. Words: 1.1k Warnings: omg just cuteness to the max Notes: written in third person, remaining chapters set in first person!

part one of TWENTY FOUR - a stiles stilinski series (masterlist)

Innocence was the simplicity of a sunny day; the way the light warmed skin and caught reflections in a twinkling gleam. It was the gentle hum of a small Californian town, filled with buzzing townsfolk in suburban settings and singing birds that found sanctuary in the surrounding wilderness. It was the floral scent of garden-lined sidewalks that was encapsulated within a plethora of beautiful flowers. But most of all, on this very particular day, innocence was the budding friendship between two children on their first day of kindergarten. Brown, doe-like eyes, peered upward as lips jutted out in a pout. They belonged to a young boy as nerves overtook his small body, worried about being alone and away from his parents. His hands were small as they gripped onto the pant legs of his father before cementing his little feet to the pavement below. He was refusing to move; head shaking, frown quivering, cheek rubbing against khaki-coloured material. "Stiles, honey..." A tender voice cooed, a woman with dark brown hair and the sweetest of smiles now moving to crouch to his level. She was among the shining light of the sun, ethereal glows highlighting her frame before a hand with a loving touch cupped the young boy's face. "You'll have the best time, I promise. Once you make some friends, you will love it here." "B-but you and dad are my friends!"

The woman's gaze saddened as they flickered up toward her husband, a mutual conversation of silent expressions and empathy. With a tender pat to her shoulder, the woman stood, instead replaced by a man with kind eyes and a gold badge that glimmered in the light. Stiles' focus moved to the word 'Deputy' as his small finger dragged over the engraving on the golden metal, his sobs quietening only in the slightest.

"Do you want to see the special big boy present we got for your first day, bud?" The man spoke with a gentle tone before being met with a sniffle and hesitant head nod from his son. He was careful as he dug through the spiderman backpack in front of him, his facial features contorting with funny expressions to make Stiles laugh. The sound of happiness made the man sigh with contentment as he pulled out a yellow box - colours, one of every rainbow shade, were lined up perfectly and ready for a creative imagination.

"Crayons!" Any prior sense of despair had dissipated as the boy's eyes grew, childlike wonder and jovial sounds now becoming his persona in the way his parents had always known him. The box was grasped with delicate fingers before small arms were thrown behind the father's neck, holding him in a loving embrace.

The man smiled. All surroundings slowly faded as this family of three stood within their bubble of perfection - of love, and purity. Everything was right in the world, and nothing could stand in their way.

Stiles stood off to the side; his senses were on alert, nervousness working through his small frame as he overlooked the large classroom and the many bodies that took up its space. He was too shy to speak to anyone, and he felt as if the room began to close in on him the longer he isolated himself. He dreamed of being back in the arms of his father, to be looking up at his mother's graceful smile that made all the scary moments go away. Everybody seemed to have someone and Stiles had never felt so alone.

It wasn't until he looked across to the far side of the room - past the children playing with their toys, and his new teacher talking to other adults that he didn't know - that he spotted another that seemed as lonely as he did. She had her back turned to him, but he could tell that she was sad by the way her pencil moved slowly over the page in front of her.

Little feet padded with caution as Stiles made his way toward her, the box his father gave him clutched tightly to his chest as a reminder that he was a big boy now and that alone was enough to give him some courage.

He cleared his throat, voice quiet as he peered over her shoulder, "Can I sit with you?"

Her head shot up with surprise to hear another voice, body turning quickly to see a young boy with the biggest brown eyes she'd ever seen. She nodded eagerly, pushing the chair beside her out for him to drop beside her. Stiles felt relief, his smile wide with anticipation as he stuck his hand out - something his father taught him when saying hello to new people. The girl looked at him funny before she smiled too, her hand sliding against his easily.

"Hi, my name is Mieczyslaw!" He spoke quickly, the sound of his name amusing as it came from his young squeaky voice. It didn't make it any easier to understand with the tooth missing from his bottom row, either.

Her head tilted, lashes fluttering as she thought of what he said. The girl hummed, "Mich.. ca.. slor?"

Stiles laughed loudly, his grin growing wider, if even possible. The boy nodded, "Kinda, but it's okay, it's hard to say sometimes."

The girl giggled along with him, her body turning further in her seat until she was facing him front on. "That's a funny name!"

"It's my grampa's name.." He started, shuffling closer to the girl, "But you can call me Stiles! Erry'one calls me that."

"Okay, Stiles. That's a funny name too!" She followed his earlier sentiment as her small hand was thrown toward him, ready for another shake, "I'm Y/n."

He took it gladly, "I like that name, it's pretty. Y/n."

A red hue dusted her cheeks, a mix of excitement and happiness as she found someone to talk to. And he was someone that made her laugh, which she liked most of all.

Stiles wasn't afraid as he put his box of crayons on the table between them, a sense of pride filling him as he saw her eyes widen in amazement. He patted the top, "My dad and mom gave me these."

"Wow! And you got the big box too, with all the good colors!"

Stiles' smile never faltered, and he knew that he liked you straight away. You were going to be a good friend. "Yeah! I haven't opened 'em yet. Did you wanna color with me?!"

That was the beginning of an unbreakable friendship, the first chapter in the lives of you and Stiles Stilinski.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brien imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fic #teen wolf imagine #twentyfour series #twentyfour obriengf

[thatguyfromforest]

Hey hey heyyy! It's me , the anon who is terrified of cats- not only cats, basically every single creature but lets not get too deep into that! I absolutely loved your writing style♡ I was wondering if you could do an angsty prompt about Satan with a MC who has family issues back in the human world. Like they had a pretty toxic childhood which included getting hit and yelled at often. And their family still acts like that even when they're an adult. Basically his reaction to it!

It's okay if you can't though, take your time, and most importantly take care of yourself♡♡♡⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠⊂⁠)

-𓆝 anon𓆟

Hello, sweet cake❤️ Thanks for your support, that means a lot to me)

I'm sorry for this fic to be so short, I'm still trying 😬

promt: angst, hurt/comfort

TW: family abuse, insulting, mention of violence, panick attack

Satan x fem!MC

You thought it was all over.

You really thought it was over.

When you grew up, when you moved into your apartment.

You thought that you had become independent, that no one could influence you now.

You were wrong.

You've been sitting in the library for 15 minutes, silently holding the phone next to your ear and listening to your mother's screams. You didn't even understand exactly what she was talking about, how it all started. However, you couldn't say a word.

Looking at one point, you replayed your whole life in your head over and over again with these people who, in front of strangers, sweetly call themselves your "family". It seemed like you couldn't find a single vivid memory in this dark cycle.

"Why can't you do anything right?!"

"Look at you, you've grown fat like a cow!"

"Useless fool!"

"If you can't do it well, don't do it at all!"

And again.

Hit.

Slap.

Kick.

Cut.

Time after time, you didn't realize what you were doing wrong. Why, for everything that your friends are praised by their parents, your parents once again raised their voice and raised their hand at you. Every time you tried to please them, you were called "useless," "incompetent," and "disgusting."

And you believed it. You believed that you were useless, incompetent and disgusting. You believed that you deserved every blow, every punishment.

There were no tears, but everything blurred before your eyes.

You were suffocating.

Satan has been standing at the entrance to the library for 15 minutes and looking at your lonely figure, illuminated only by the light of the moon. He finally got his hands on a book that he couldn't get for more than six months, and the first thing he thought about was finding you faster and starting to read together. All this time, you shared with him this agonizing expectation of a new fascinating story.

But now the book in his hand was forgotten.

You sat straight as a string and stared unblinkingly at one point. A phone was pressed tightly to your ear, from which screams and curses were constantly pouring out. At first he didn't understand what was going on, but then a memory flashed through his head, where you tried with great difficulty to tell something about your family, and never told him the details.

The puzzles gradually began to take shape.

He didn't want to violate your personal space, but it was getting harder to control himself by the second. He could feel the painful acid starting to boil in the back of his mind.

How can they talk to you like that?

How can they compare you to dirt?

How can they call themselves your family?

A muffled wheeze brought him out of his furious trance. You clutched at your throat, still holding your phone to your ear, and tried to take at least one breath. But your throat felt like a steel vise and letting in even a drop of air was simply an impossible task.

Satan burst into the library like a hurricane. You didn't hear it, you remotely felt the phone being taken away from your ear and thrown somewhere to the side. A thousand thoughts raced through your head.

I can't breathe.

What am I doing wrong?

I'm suffocating.

I'm just useless.

I'm going to die.

I wish I was dead.

The next second, you felt yourself being pressed against a warm chest. The painful sigh that you managed to make was mixed with the smell of men's cologne. Your head was spinning, your tongue was numb, but you felt hot tears running down your cheeks and a bitter scream cut through the silence of the library.

Satan held you tightly to his chest, as if if he loosened his grip, you would crumble into pieces. A dull howl echoed in his heart and he himself began to feel the corners of his eyes sting. He let you cry, quietly saying words of support to you and rocking you like a little child, hoping that it would calm you down a little.

- It's okay, I'm here... I will always be there for you... They will pay... They'll pay for everything, I promise.

The next morning, you barely remembered what happened the night before, but you woke up next to a warm body next to you. Big hands wrapped protectively around your shoulders, and his nose was buried in the edge of your hair.

There was a forgotten book on the table.

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Sorry for grammar mistakes, if there's any, I'm not native

#Obey me #obey me satan x mc #obey me satan #obey me angst #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me headcanons

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I've been loving your ror fam x mha!reader works lately and I just remembered that war arc going on in the manga??? aren't the battles LIVESTREAMED??? ?

How would they react to watching their baby fight for their life back in their original world?? as well as watching other kids nearly die alongside them??? I know for sure Adam would be SEETHING cuz those are literally 15-16 year olds being tossed to the frontlines. Even the gods would be pissed cuz having CHILDREN fight is just too cruel even for them 😭

-Valhalla could only stare in horror, everyone watching, seeing the battle in Japan, where their beloved Y/N came from, seeing the destruction, seeing all of the students fighting against the villains.

-You had been granted your life back, to assist with the fight, to help your friends, who had been stunned to see you come back, but only for this fight, once the battle ended or if you were killed, you would be returned back to Valhalla, but you wouldn’t be able to go back to your world a second time.

-You couldn’t say anything about how you were back to your friends, even though you wanted to so badly, but at least this time, you would get to say goodbye to them.

-Adam was seething, radiating heat, seeing all of these children, your fellow classmates, fighting alongside you, fighting for their lives, many getting injured, some seriously. He felt so hot, so angry, that he almost felt nauseous.

-Zeus and Odin both were staring, glaring at the screen, their own dark aura surrounding them, which would have intimidated the others, if they weren’t all just as angry.

-How could the adults of your world force children to fight, putting their own lives on the line, even though they were gods and some of the greatest warriors of all time, they couldn’t stand to watch children fighting.

-Eve called out your name as you caught Tokoyami who was thrown back by All for One, “I gotcha Yomi-kun!” your woolly hair puffed up, wrapping you both up in your safe cotton as you slammed down into the ground.

-Eve sighed in relief, seeing you both unharmed as you stood, Tokoyami sending you a nod, “Thanks Aries-chan. Now- you wanna tell me how you’re back from the dead?”

-You just grinned brightly, “I can’t tell you everything, but let’s just say I’m a one-time zombie!” his eyes turned into sparkles before you ran back into the fight.

-Hades rolled his eyes at your words, but you didn’t tell your friend the truth, just giving him a basic idea.

-You used your hair to grab All for One, just for a moment, to hold him for Hawks to attack, but you yelped when All for One grabbed your wool and yanked hard, swinging you up into the air, leaving you to be a sitting duck in the air and he charged for you.

-You smirked at him, shocking him as you heard people shout out your name as you tilted your head back slightly. You caught his head, grabbing his cheeks between your hands, “Jizo’s Embrace!!” and you headbutted him hard, stunning him and sending him down hard.

-Raiden gawked, pointing at the screen like a child, beaming brightly, “Go Y/N! Headbutt him again!!”

-It was two hours later, the battle was over, you were panting softly, holding your broken arm, a grin on your face as your classmates, your friends all approached you all.

-You grinned brightly at him, feeling yourself slipping away and they could only stare as you seemed to slowly be fading away, “I didn’t get the chance last time. Bye everyone!”

-Many of your friends were crying, calling you by your name rather than your hero name, but seeing you smiling at them made them all smile back as you disappeared.

-Back in Valhalla, you immediately had been plowed down by Eve, sobbing as she clutched you tightly and the others were quick to approach, some welcoming you back, others praising your skills, while only a few, Brunnhilde and Adam, tried to get you unburied from the hugs, as you were seriously injured again and needed medical attention…again.

-You thanked them all for giving you the chance to help your friends, to save Japan, and to say goodbye to them all. You could rest easily now, knowing your dimension was safe.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader

[ipsen]

Eto Character Analysis

Big long post coming. Couldn’t help myself.

Admittedly, I’m mostly stealing from this post from the old ages (it’s crazy good and turned Eto into my favorite character), so you can read that and honestly get the same information. But I figured I’d take a swing at the behemoth myself.

Also wanna preface the analysis with the fact that I’m using the official translations as my source, as I can’t access the original scans and also couldn’t read them even if I did (cursed by monolingual tendencies).

Under the cut!

Eto is, unfortunately, a character that is built mainly on subtext crammed into very few chapters. Figuring her out is very difficult and a lot of her more nuanced traits can go over most people’s heads (it’s easy to call her insane, for example, and while she does have a few issues up in the old cranium, i’d hardly call her that).

The most important thing about Eto to keep in mind when discussing her is that she has been failed, and as a result of that, she also believes that she has failed those around her.

Her father left her in what is basically a literal shithole, especially for a baby. Her mother, though she died without really knowing Eto, did leave a journal behind, and Eto’s singular insight to the work regarding herself is that she is just a “byproduct,” and her foster parent got killed (presumably) protecting her from V, punting her to an orphanage where she’d have to steal money to survive (see: re 62), and presumably pretty often at that.

She got insanely lucky with the writer gig and shiono, who-- side note-- means a lot to her. Finally, a positive adult figure in her life! Unfortunately, he is a) only human, and b) her editor/coworker, so his positive influence, while welcome, is limited. still, she picks up his cute little hand gestures and I, personally, appreciate that (see: re 62 and compare it to TG 114).

Just the greatest.

Where was I... Ah, Eto being failed by those around her. And where does that leave her? Look no further than TG 98:

“A replacement is merely a replacement.” Eto doesn’t believe in found family, because she never actually found one.

And within the context of this chapter, we learn another thing about Eto. Whenever she interacts with someone and “breaks” them (the Yasuhisas, Kanae), she heavily projects onto them (because she recognizes their situation; notice how she only ever targets people who are both relatable to her and weaker than her) and breaks apart the “lie” the target tells themself, even if it isn’t entirely accurate:

(re 43) This is a false statement; Kanae does wish for Shuu to recover, he’s just upset it’s happening like this. Because who wouldn’t be, in his situation? Despite everything that he and the others did for Shuu, the only thing able to bring him out of his depression is the very thing that caused it. But I digress.

Back on track, there’s also Haise’s analysis of her work, the most personal thing she has, to consider when discussing her in re 39:

Once again, the void rears its ugly head.

Hopelessness. Emptiness. Filling it with anger and bitterness, and it’s never enough, but it’s all she has. Because the void can only be filled by the things she can never have.

So she throws herself at the CCG, banging her head against its walls with small raids alongside some fellow ghouls and then taking on the special investigators by herself. She’s 14, she’s a kakuja, and she’s mad. Mad at the world that failed her, mad at V for making it the way it is, and mad that things haven’t changed for a very long time. She has Ukina’s journal; she knows how stale the “narrative” is.

Of course, her raids don’t work very well, but she’s basically just a kid. She is as old as Hinami during TG.

Then, she’s finally thrown a bone, and is worse off for it:

Something I’ve noticed when factoring Arima’s influence into Eto’s character is that there is an assumption that the power dynamic between them is equal. It isn’t. I cannot stress this enough; there is a hierarchy at play here, and Eto isn’t the one on top. How do we know this?

(TG 139)

(re 52)

Kaneki was the new toy to replace Eto, the old one.

The ultimate plan is “the One-Eyed King will destroy the egg of V’s world and make something new.” By the time Kaneki does take the throne, this plan has been going on for 13 years. Kaneki was chosen as a candidate at the ten-year mark; he had to have been a non-factor before then. So who is left to become the king instead?

Eto.

The age difference between her and Arima is roughly 4-5 years. Remind you of another relationship?

(TG 14)

Uh-oh.

To reiterate, Eto is a 14-year old kid who has been abandoned by everyone who could possibly love her the way she wants. She desires parental love, protective love, the kind of love that makes her feel safe, when she has only ever fought to defend herself.

Enter someone who is far stronger than she could ever be, someone who could actually offer her the protection she so desperately wants. Unfortunately, Kishou Arima is the endgame mindset of Black Reaper Kaneki, to put it simply: someone who is impossibly distant, wants to die, and craves the approval of everyone.

Let’s expand on Arima for a brief moment. “Craves the approval of everyone,” specifically. He is both the One-Eyed King and the greatest ghoul investigator that ever lived. He doesn’t pick one or the other, and when he dies, he doesn’t have to pick. He is mourned by the CCG, and Kaneki, ever a puppet in someone else’s game, carries on his legacy and “wish“ for coexistence.

Eto is no exception to his godly levels of charisma. She is one of Hinami’s foils, and we know how quickly and easily she latched onto Kaneki. It’s safe to assume that something similar happened with Eto and Arima.

And Eto failed him. She doesn’t become king; someone else does. Someone very similar. And yet, when faced with this new person:

(re 56)

Well, then.

Eto also does everything in her power to give Kaneki the information he needs to break the eggshell. She freely gives away information about V, the Washuu’s involvement with them, the connection to the CCG, everything. Or as much as she can give him while under Cochlea’s surveillance.

So what’s the game here? Why does she support Kaneki, the one who basically stole Arima's approval, something everyone around him wants, from under her nose? Better yet, why is she aiding the search for her “replacement” in the first place? Because remember, even before Kaneki registered on her radar for a candidate for the OEK, she and Aogiri were searching for Kanou, the one-eyed ghoul maker specialist man. Aogiri wanted to use Kanou to make as many possible candidates beyond just Kaneki. So even without Kaneki in the picture, Eto wants a replacement. She wants this. Why?

Well, here’s what I think she actually wants:

(re 53)

There’s no other explanation that I can think of for why she would willingly get herself arrested and leave Aogiri to be fully exterminated on Rushima (the One-Eyed Owl totally could have turned the tables of that battle). She’s only lived as long as she has because she doesn’t want to leave anything unsaid. This is also the reason why she reveals herself as a ghoul as Takatsuki; she’s effectively destroying her own career while simultaneously giving V a huge middle finger.

This desire to close off everything she’s built up until now and pass the torch to Kaneki is also represented in her haircut; she’s literally shedding her burdens to give to someone else. Someone similar to her, but kinder than her. Better than her.

(re 52)

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I’ve said what I’ve come to say. Thanks for reading!

#tokyo ghoul #eto yoshimura #sen takatsuki #tg meta #tokyo ghoul meta

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chap 18

beginning of the end

Euphemia’s POV 

15 june 1996 

Mattheo, 

Hi, how’s your summer going? I’ve been thinking about you

20 june 1996 

Matt, 

I hope you are well. 

5 july 1996 

Mattheo, 

Would you call me needy if I asked what the coffee cup and cigarette meant? 

16 july 1996

Mattheo, 

I figured you’d have written at least once. If you’re still concerned about what you said that night, you shouldn’t be. I don’t care about any of that shit, Matt. And I can’t just pretend none of it happened and I don't want to pretend. 

25 july 1996

Was one night all you wanted all along? Just another notch on your belt? 

17 august 1996 

I scan the shelves in front of me as I try to decide what to make for dinner tonight. There’s a small corner shop at the end of the block Harry and I live on where I do most of our shopping. I sigh, picking ingredients out for some pasta and move towards the check out queue, pulling my muggle money out as I wait in the long queue. The radio plays softly through the store and my mind drifts to Mattheo Riddle, as it often does when I allow my mind to wander for more than a minute. When I left Hogwarts, three months ago, I had hoped to hear from Mattheo but I’ve gotten nothing. Not a single letter, note, anything all summer and I can’t help the bitterness that’s been creeping into my heart over the summer. 

I tell myself I shouldn’t be surprised; that Mattheo Riddle, the infamous Slytherin Casanova, has never slept with the same girl twice and I was never going to be any different. But we were different, or at least I thought we were. Maybe that was naive of me to assume. Maybe Fred and George were right. 

Mattheo’s POV

10 june 1996 

Mia, 

Have you settled into your new apartment yet? I hope it’s everything you hoped it would be. You deserve to be happy. 

19 june 1998 

Mia, 

Saw in the prophet that Sirius Black was spotted in a muggle town. It wasn’t near you, was it? I hope you are safe… 

2 july 1996 

Mia, 

I dreamt about you last night. 

13 july 1996

Mia, 

How have you invaded every tiny part of my brain? It's maddening, princess, really. I think I’m going mad. 

30 july 1996

Mia, 

I’m sorry I haven’t written. I’m not great with words, especially when it involves emotions. The amount of letters I’ve started and thrown out is ridiculous. I miss you. Is that crazy? I can’t remember the last time I missed anyone. Although you’re not just anyone are you? 

14 august 1996

I set my quill down with a sigh, resisting the urge to rub my eyes with my ink stained hands as I stare down at the finished sketch; Euphemia Potter looks back up at me from the page, a mischievous smile on her lips. My sketchbook is as filled with her as my head is. All my hand has produced this summer is her. Her face partially covered by her hair as it blows in the wind, her smoking a cigarette in the Astronomy Tower, her in class listening studiously to a lecture, the way her face lights up when she smiles, the way she looked after we kissed, the way she looked under me and sleeping the next morning. Her face is all I see when I close my eyes and with every page I fill with her I hope it takes her out of my head but it doesn’t. It's just her all the time and I think it will drive me insane. 

24 august 1996

Draco, Elladora and I follow behind the adults as we make our way up the seemingly endless amount of stairs of the Quidditch World Cup Stadium. Mr. Malfoy managed to get us all personally invited to watch the match from the Minister’s box at the very top of the stadium, which Draco has been bragging about relentlessly. Finally we reach the top box, my legs infinitely thankful, and as I step around Ella the sight makes my heart skip a beat. Sitting in the front row of the box is nearly an entire row of redheads but the only one I care about is Mia. Her long red hair is pulled up into a ponytail and she’s decked out in green for the Irish. She chats amicably with the Weasley sitting next to her who I remember slightly from my first year at Hogwarts but can’t recall his name and my attention is pulled from her as Mr. Malfoy greets the Minister of Magic. 

“I don’t think you’ve met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?” Mr. Malfoy says, pushing Draco forward to greet the Minister. “And this is our ward, Elladora. She’s Narcissa’s niece.” 

“How do you do? How do you do?” Fudge greets them, smiling and bowing. 

“And this is Medusa, my sister, and her son, Mattheo,” Mr. Malfoy adds, gesturing down to my mother and me. 

“Ah, yes of course. How do you do?” I see the realization in Fudge’s eyes of what Mr. Malfoy left out-- our surname-- as he shakes my hand and bows politely to my mother. 

At my name, however, Mia turns around and our eyes lock for a moment and I feel like the world has been upside down for the last three months and it's right side up again. “Hey princess,” I mouth to her but all she does is smile politely and turn back around. My jaw clenches as I watch her laugh at something one of the Weasley Twins says and she continues to face forward, not looking my way. 

“Seems like the princess moved on,” Ella mutters in my ear, clearly pleased. 

“Shut up,” I glare at her out of the corner of my eye, moving to sit in my seat. Mr. Malfoy talks a few moments longer, clear distaste in his expression that the Weasleys managed seats in the Minister’s box and that they brought Granger; he always has been a stuck up git, although the rest of our group isn’t much better. 

I spend much of the match distracted by Mia, everytime she cheered and or reacted to the match, my gut twisted horribly anytime she touches or laughs or looks at anyone who isn’t me. And it isn't until the very end, when she stands up to leave once the match has ended, do her green eyes land on me again. We share a brief glance but too soon her eyes leave mine and I’m left feeling lost again. Does she regret what happened? I stew in my own bitter air as we follow the crowd down the endless stairs and back onto solid ground. 

“Who was that lovely girl?” My mother whispers to me as we begin the walk back to our campsite. 

“Who?” I ask innocently, watching where I’m stepping as we traipse through the dark. 

“The one you couldn’t take your eyes off of. You barely watched the match, darling,” Mum pries further. 

“I watched the match,” I grumble. 

“Hm, so who is she?” 

“Mia… Mia Potter,” I relent finally, avoiding my mother’s gaze. Most people would be surprised that she doesn’t know but, being a Riddle is still very taboo in this world, even more so for my mother than me, so Mum doesn’t venture outside much except her small social circle. 

“Oh, well. With her hair I assumed she was a Weasley but I guess her mother did have red hair as well,” my mother says casually and I turn my head to look at her. 

“You knew the Potters?” I ask. 

“Of course, we overlapped a few years at Hogwarts as well, her parents and I. And the Potters were a pureblood family before James married Lily. My father worked with Fleamont at the Ministry. Mia, you called her? Well Fleamont would have been her grandfather. Do you like her?” my mother says easily, as if I didn’t just admit to being close with one of the two people responsible for her husband’s death. I look at her with raised eyebrows and she laughs slightly at me. “I’m not your father, dear. While I may prefer you to find a nice pureblood girl to settle down with eventually, I won’t force you into anything. You’ve never done anything unless it was what you wanted.” 

“Woah, who said anything about settling down?” I balk, my feet stop walking of their own volition but my mother just laughs, turning to face me. 

“Mothers think about that kind of stuff. Besides, you’ve never told me about any other girl before so I assume this Mia is special,” she says, tilting her head at me. 

“She’s too good for me…She deserves someone better than me,” I say after a long moment, looking down at my shoes. 

“Then be better,” my mother says softly, reaching out to cup my chin and lift my head so I’m looking at her dark gray eyes. My mum and I look nothing alike; she has the white hair and gray eyes of a Malfoy, but I inherited my father’s looks: his dark hair and dark eyes and tainted soul. “If you really care for her, then work to deserve her, if that’s what you want.” 

“You don’t think it's a bad idea? A Riddle and a Potter?” I ask slowly, searching my mum’s eyes.

“I don’t know if it is or not,” she admits, releasing my chin, “but I do know that love is stronger than all other kinds of magic.” She smiles at me softly, patting my cheek before nodding towards where the Malfoys and Ella are still walking ahead of us. “Let’s go and tomorrow, you can tell me all about her.” 

Euphemia’s POV 

“There’s no one like Krum!” Ron exclaims, standing up on a chair so he’s taller while the Twins dance around him clad in their green gear. “He’s like a bird the way he rides the wind! He’s not just an athlete. He’s an artist!” 

“I think you’re in love, Ron!” Ginny calls, laughing next to me on the couch in our bigger-on-the-inside-tent along with Hermione on the other side of Ginny. 

“Victor, I love you! Victor I doooo!” The twins start singing and Harry, Ginny and I join in, “When we’re apart my heart beats only for YOUUUU!” Ginny, Hermione and I fall to bits laughing as the Twins and Ron start wrestling and Harry backs up several feet to avoid being swung at. Although he accidentally falls straight into Charlie’s lap, sending us all into further hysterics. I’m grateful for my friends, or family as they often feel like. Seeing Mattheo rattled me more than I thought it would after three months of not hearing from him. Even with all the anger at his silence, seeing him again made me feel like I’d been lost all summer and finally found my way back home. 

“Stop it! Stop it!” Mr. Weasley yells at the boys, running back into the tent as screaming echoes from outside. 

“Sounds like the Irish are having a party,” Bill chuckles, looking towards the entrance of the tent. 

“It’s not the Irish, we need to leave!” Mr. Weasley says urgently. 

“What? Why?” I ask, standing along with everyone else. Mr. Weasley doesn’t respond, just begins pushing us all out of the tent. As we stumble outside, heat of fires hits us as tents burn not a few rows behind us, people running at top speed all around us, and at the center of all the chaos, is a crowd of wizards with hooded cloaks and skull masks obscuring their features, and above them are four floating people struggling against invisible bonds, the wizards under them holding their wands straight up, controlling the figures above like some sick marionette show. Everything is chaos and fire and screaming. As a green light flashes in front of the crowd, I recognize the faces of the Muggle groundskeeper who we had paid for our tent spot and I assume the rest is his family. The sight makes me sick. 

“Get to the woods, hide and I’ll find you later! And stick together! Bill, Charlie, Percy, you’re with me! Mia, Fred, George, everyone else is your responsibility. Go! RUN!” Mr. Weasley shouts over the screams before the four older Weasley’s run toward the masked crowd. 

“C’mon! We gotta go!” I yell to the others, grabbing Harry’s hand, and Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I all begin sprinting with the rest of the crowd towards the woods. Fred, George and I with our wands in hand, just in case, as we push through the crowd which is getting tighter and tighter. My hand slips away from Harry’s and I call out to him, but his voice is still behind me so I keep moving. 

After what seems like forever, we stumble into the tree line, panting and sweaty. I trip on a tree branch and fall straight into George who manages to catch me and help me stand back upright. I turn and see Fred, Ginny, Ron and Hermione. “Where’s Harry?” I ask the two urgently. They look around, fear growing on their faces as they look around. “Harry!” I yell, panic taking over my body. 

“Mia, I’m sure he’s fine, we’ll find-” Fred starts but I don’t stick around to listen as I take off back towards the campsite at top speeds and I run back through the forest and crowds of people. 

“Harry!” I shout over and over, searching everywhere for my brother, as tents burn and smolder around me, but I don’t see the crowd of masked wizards anymore. As I near where our own campsite had been, I start panicking even further. I stop and look around me, nothing but smoldering and smoking tents as far as I can see. “Harry!!” I shout, loudly as possible, tears threatening to obscure my vision. 

“Mia?” I suddenly hear and I whip around to see Harry emerge from behind a tent. I gasp and we run to each other, colliding roughly. I grab at his face and shoulders and arms frantically checking for burns or blood. 

“Are you okay? What happened? Why didn’t you follow us?” 

“I don’t know, I got separated and fell down and got knocked out I think, I don’t-” Harry starts explaining but his eyes suddenly land on something over my shoulder and I turn to see a man kicking over something laying in the embers before looking up at the sky and raising his wand. I push Harry slightly behind a tent and follow suit, looking through a burned hole to watch the man. He mutters something I don’t quite catch and green shoots out of his wand and into the sky. A skull and snake, seemingly made out of green light, appears in the sky and Harry groans beside me, his hand shooting up to touch his lighting bolt scar. I watch the sky, illuminated green by the Dark Mark; something I’ve only ever read about and very much hoped I’d never see in person and fear grips me. Movement pulls my eyes away and I look back through the hole in the burned tent to see the man who cast the Mark coming straight for us. 

“Harry, I need you to run,” I whisper, not taking my eyes off the man. 

“What?” he groans, his voice sounding pained. 

“Go, run into the woods and find the others. I’ll be right behind you,” I whisper frantically and I watch as the man raises his wand in our direction. “Protego!” I shout, casting a shield charm as a curse shoots from the man’s wand. “GO!” I yell to my brother but he doesn’t move, just pulls out his own wand and casts Explelliarmus over the tent, but the man deflects it. I stand and shoot another curse over the tent. The man stumbles back slightly as it hits him, causing his wand arm to turn numb and he watches me carefully before turning and running in the other direction. 

I drop back down to my knees and cradle my brother’s face in my hands. “Are you okay? Does your scar hurt?” But before he can answer, voices echo over the landscape and there’s a blinding series of flashes over Harry’s and my heads. 

“Stop! Stop!” Calls Mr. Weasley, running towards us quickly, Charlie in his wake. “Harry, Mia, what are you doing here? Are you alright?” 

“Which of you conjured it?!” A cold voice inquires and Mr. Crouch pushes his way past Mr. Weasley and points his wand at Harry and I. “Which of you did it? Do not lie!” 

“You think we did this?” I cry indignantly. 

“You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!” Crouch responds. 

“This is the Potters! I don’t think they’re like-” Charlie scoffs but Mr. Weasley raises a hand to cut him off. 

“They’re just kids, Barty!” Mr. Weasley tries reasoning with the man. “Where did the Mark come from, Mia?” 

“A man,” I shrug, explaining how I found Harry and saw the man and everything that happened before they showed up. 

“What did he look like?” One of the other Ministry officials asks. 

“I didn’t see his face, it's too dark,” I say helplessly. “I’m sorry.” 

✦

2 september 1996

I’ve had nightmares about the Dark Mark nearly every night since the World Cup mixing in with the usual visions I’ve grown used to over the years. Last night was a particularly nasty one but what worries me more than anything, is Harry’s scar hurting him. He confessed the morning after the World Cup that he'd woken up from a dream about Voldemort a few nights previous and had woken up with the pain in his forehead. 

Our curse scars have always baffled me. Our matching lighting bolt looking scars are so strange they confound even Dumbledore. At the end of Harry’s first year, and his run in with Voldemort and Professor Quirell, we explained to the Headmaster that Harry’s scar had been paining him for weeks but mine has never hurt at all. Dumbledore didn’t have an explanation and since then, Harry’s scar has only ever hurt when near Voldemort, or his ghost, so the return of the pains is a terrifying idea. Remus, who I wrote to the next morning, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley all say not to worry, that Harry and I are safe and protected but the fear still hides in the back of my mind. 

I sigh, shouldering my bag as I push my way out of the library where I spent my afternoon free period, a perk of fewer N.E.W.T. level classes. The sun shines through the windows, lighting up the corridor with warm golden light. Even with all the terrifying things, being back at Hogwarts is lovely. Dumbledore announced at the Welcome Feast last night that two international schools will be joining us around Halloween for something called the TriWizard Tournament which has sent the whole school into an excited frenzy. 

I turn the corner of the hall, making my way back to Gryffindor Tower, but I run right into someone standing right behind the turn. “Oof, I’m sorry!” I exclaim, looking up from a green Slytherin tie at my eye level to the deep warm brown eyes of Mattheo Riddle and my heart skips a beat. I forgot how good he looks in his uniform, bloody hell. Mattheo stands there in all his glory, dark curls perfectly tousled, his tie loose around his neck and his shirt sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, veins standing out on the back of his hands that I can still feel on my waist if I think hard enough.   

“Careful, Princess,” he smirks easily, like no time has passed since the last time we spoke. 

“Sorry,” I mutter, dropping his gaze and kneeling to gather the textbook I dropped but Mattheo beats me too and holds it out of my reach, that stupid cocky smile that I like so much on that stupidly perfect face. “Can I have my book, please?” 

“Not until you tell me why you’re avoiding me,” he says, still holding the book out of my reach. 

“I-I’m just busy,” I stutter. 

“Mia, c’mon, it’s the start of the year. How busy can you be? You barely acknowledged me at the World Cup and you brushed me off on the train yesterday and you can barely even look at me right now. What’s going on? Is it what happened after the World Cup? Do you think I had something to do with that?” He asks, hurt shining in his eyes and I blink, realizing that no it did not occur to me for a moment to suspect him. 

“What? No, I- Should I? Did you?” I ask, searching his eyes as he sighs, dropping his arm to his side, the textbook smacking against his leg. 

“No! Not at all! You know I hate that kind of shit-” 

“Well then why did you bring it up?” I ask, getting frustrated, trying to snatch my textbook from his hands but he pulls it back again. 

“Because it's the only reason I can think of that would make you avoid me,” Mattheo says, turning to pin me against the wall causing memories of him pressing me against my dorm room door. “So if it’s not that then what is it?” 

“Maybe the fact that we slept together and you snuck out in the middle of the night and then I didn’t hear from you all summer!” I finally snap and his face falls as my words hit him. 

“Oh, Mia-” 

“If all you wanted was one night you could’ve just said! Not string me along all term and make me feel like an id-” I’m cut off as Mattheo presses a kiss to my lips and effectively melting all the bitterness and anger away, infuriatingly quickly. “You can’t just kiss… me and expect… everything to be okay… again,” I say in between his kisses.

“I’m sorry,” he says eventually, reaching up to brush a piece of my hair behind my ear. I snuck out because I didn’t want to get caught coming out of your room and I didn’t want to wake you up so early. I didn’t want any rumors to get around before we had a chance to talk and I tried to write, I did, but I’m shit at it really. Words aren’t my thing but I tried and I thought about you all the time. Shit, I filled an entire sketchbook with you but I’m-” 

“What?” I breathe out in bewilderment at his confession. He looks at me sheepishly, which is something I never thought I’d say about Mattheo Riddle. 

“Well I’m shit at words but I can draw, you know that, and pretty much all I drew this summer was you,” he says, his cheeks tinting slightly pink. 

“Can I see it?” I ask, reaching out to place my palm on his chest. Mattheo smiles slightly and nods. 

“Anything for you, princess. Does that mean you forgive me?” 

“If you give me my book back,” I respond with a smirk. 

“Hm, how about this?” He says, mischievously, taking a step back. “I’ll give you your book back, if you let me walk you to wherever you’re going.” 

“You’re an idiot,” I laugh and shake my head as I take a step forward and press a quick kiss to his lips. I pull away and he has the biggest grin on his face. 

“Do we have a deal?” 

“Yes, fine whatever,” I laugh. 

“After you, Princess,” Mattheo gestures his arm out in an exaggerated move and I laugh, feeling significantly better than 15 minutes ago. 

a/n; welcome to Goblet of Fire year!!I changed the Trace rules a little btw so basically after you turn 18/finish OWLs, you are allowed to practice magic at home but the Trace stays on you so the Ministry can ensure responsibility (kind of like the restrictions when you first get your driver’s license in the US) and then once you graduate Hogwarts at 20, the trace is lifted fully. 

also ive always imagined harry and mia’s scars to look like actual bolts of lighting or the kinds of scars people get who have actually been struck by lightning and not like the scar in the movies. Idk ive just always thought that was a cooler concept

taglist; @purplegardenwhispers @somethingswiftandstyles @weasleyreidstyles @mayamonroem @girlbooklover555 @stxrszurzolo o @abaker74

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Deception [Part 1]

Mysterio x Reader | Read the original here

This is an AU universe of the MCU Spider-Man.  The reader is a female version of Spider-Man and is an adult who is an Avenger.  Characters are pretty much the same, just a few AU adjustments.  This story closely follows the plot of Far From Home.  

a/n:  the reader was not dusted during the Blip.  I kept the Parker last name just out of personal preference (sorry if that ruins it for you lol), no I haven't decided if Mysterio is actually a villain or not that’s a decision I will make if I decide to continue the story.  I am not including the E.D.I.T.H. glasses in this AU.

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You sat on top of a high building overlooking the city in front of you.  You could hear horns honking and the flutter of bat wings.  People chattered below you.  It felt nice to finally be home for good.  The events of the past five years had taken a serious tole on your mental health.  You had watched your mentor sacrifice his own life in order to make sure your biggest foe was gone for good.  It was hard knowing many of the heroes you had looked up to at a young age were gone forever.  You were one of the few remaining members of the Avengers left on Earth.  Many of them decided to go somewhere else to protect the universe.  But you stayed here.  

You were only sixteen when Tony recruited you for the Avengers.  You were twenty-one now.  An adult.  But you did not feel like an adult.  You still felt like the same scared little kid who almost got killed by Thanos a couple years ago.  You sometimes wake up from reliving that nightmare.  The feeling of getting thrown and slammed onto the ground.  The feeling of air escaping your lungs and not being able to return.  Your vision going blurry.  It was all still too real for you.  It was one of your weakest moments.  You felt like you had let everyone down in that moment.  If the others had not been there you would be dead.  You knew that.  But that was the point of having a team.  Stronger in numbers.

You continued staring out at the illuminating city.  You sometimes wish you had never been bit by that spider that day.  Things could have been so much simpler.   That was a stupid thought.  You remembered idolizing Iron Man as a child.  You always wanted to protect the world as he did.  He inspired you to be a better person.  He inspired you to want to help others.  He still inspired you today.  His sacrifice was a statement to the world that heroes would do anything to protect them.  

Suddenly, you felt your phone begin vibrating.  You grabbed it from your pocket.  It was Happy.  You picked up, “Hey, Hap.  What’s up, man?”  “Come back home, we have to talk about something,” Happy spoke through the phone.  You were concerned, “Okay.  I am on my way.  Is everything okay?”  Happy mumbled into the phone, “We will talk more when you get here.”  He hung up.  It worried you that Happy was speaking so fast and was fast to hang up.  You pulled your mask over your face and jumped off the building.

You landed on top of the building next to your apartment building.  You triple checked to make sure no one was around.  You crawled down the wall and hid behind the dumpster.  You took off your suit and threw it into the bag you had hidden, throwing it over your shoulder once the suit was hidden.  You climbed up the wall, reaching your window and crawling inside.  You threw your bag onto the bed and continued into the living room to see Happy sitting with your Uncle.  They were both smiling and laughing about something.  You cleared your throat, “I’m home.”  Happy and Uncle Ben turned to you.  Uncle Ben rose from the couch, “Hi, honey!  I am so glad you are home.  Happy and I were just catching up.”  You smiled at him.  But your smile quickly shifted when you began to address Happy, “What was it you needed to talk to me about, Happy?”  Happy smiled at you, “Sorry for the rush on the phone, Y/N.  I had just arrived here and I did not want to be rude to Ben.”  You exhaled a sigh of relief, “Happy!  You scared me.  I thought something was seriously wrong.”  Happy chuckled, “Sorry about that.  Now.  As I told Ben, we should be expecting a visitor soon.”  You were confused, “What do you mean a vi-”

There was a knock at the door.  Happy walked over and opened it to reveal Nick Fury standing in your doorway.  You shuttered.  “Now, I want to know why you are so hard to get in contact with, Miss Parker,” Fury began.  “I-I’ve been really busy,” you defended.  “Happy tells me you have been dodging my calls.  You shot a look at Happy.  “Don’t look at me like that, he’s my boss too,” Happy acknowledged your look.  “I don’t care about how you feel about me trying to contact you, Miss Parker.  You are an Avenger and I do not take kindly to someone not acting like it,” Fury shut down your dismay quickly.  You stared at the man in front of you.  He was right.  You had not been acting like an Avenger lately.  Truly.  You did not want to act like one.  You enjoyed getting to relax after watching everyone else leave.  You felt alone as an Avenger.  Fury was right.  You needed to begin acting like an Avenger.  “There will be a car here to pick you up at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning.  I suggest you don’t keep me waiting any longer.  I have someone for you to meet,” he was stern with his statement.  “Yes, sir,” you agreed.  “Now, since you made me come all the way here to get you, where can a brother get a drink,” Fury spoke.  

Fury and Happy were gone.  It was late.  You sat in the dim lit living room alone.  You hunched over your phone that laid on the table in front of you.  You stared at the picture of you and Tony.  Any time with Tony was a fun time.  You idolized the man.  He made you into the hero you are.  “What would he think of you like this,” you whispered to yourself.  You had been down lately.  What Tony did was marvelous.  You could never be like him.  He was the hero the world needed.  You are just some weird girl who can stick to stuff.  You felt your eyes begin to fill a little.  “Everything okay,” Uncle Ben sat down next to you.  You looked at him, “I’m fine.  Just thinking.”  He knew you were lying.  You could see it on his face.  He wrapped one of his arms around you, “I’m here if you need me, kiddo.”  You rested your head on his shoulder, “Thanks, Ben.”  

~

You did not sleep the night before.  You had began to take a shower, but instead you sat in the tub thinking about what tomorrow would hold.  You sat there for quite sometime thinking before you realized you needed to get out and get ready.  It was 4:45 now.  You grabbed your suit and put it on.  You had contemplated whether or not to wear the suit.  You decided it was best to.  You never knew who you could trust anymore.  You wrote Uncle Ben a note that read “Time for super stuff, love you.”  You knew he would understand.  He always understood.  You pulled your mask over your face and climbed out the window.  It was chilly out this early.  5 a.m. arrived and a large black vehicle arrived promptly.  You were escorted into the back where Nick Fury sat.  He eyeballed you, “Why the suit, kid?”  You were embarrassed under the mask, “I don’t know who I can trust, so I thought I shou-” “Don’t be an idiot.  Anyone I would bring into our headquarters is someone you can trust.  You know that,” he cut you off.  You shook your head in agreement, but did not remove the mask.  Despite everything, you felt unsafe.  Something felt off about the whole situation.  Your Spider-Sense was telling you so.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, you were in the secret headquarters.  Fury got out of the vehicle, you were close behind.  You followed him, passing many workers.  You did not recognize them.  They were all basically strangers to you.  It felt wrong.  You felt like you should not be here.  You and Fury entered the elevator together.  It went down many floors.  “Kid, you don’t have to be so tense.  I would not let anyone in here who could hurt you,” Fury reassured.  He could tell you were nervous.  You nodded.  

“Now then,” the elevator opened and you both stepped out, “Spider-Girl, I’d like you to meet Mr. Beck.”  A tall man in a cape stood in front of you.  He smiled, “So, you’re the one everyone has been telling me about.  It’s a pleasure.”  He extended his hand.  You placed your hand in his.  He leaned in and whispered, “You can call me Quentin.”  You shook his hand, “Hi.  H-Hold on.  I-I’m sorry, but are you the guy from the news?”  He chuckled, “Yeah, that’s me.  Wishing I had hidden my identity better.  But I thought it would help people to have a face with their hero.”  You snapped your fingers while trying to remember, “Now then, what was it they called you?  Mysterio?”  He smiled, “Yep.  That’s the name they’ve given me.”  You were amazed at the man in front of you.  He had came out of no where and was already loved and adored by the public.  You were always seen as a menace.  

Fury coughed, “If you two are finished...”  You and Quentin directed your attention to him.  “Now then.  We have been informed that there have been spikes in energy all across the globe.  I have decided that the two of you would be the best fit in handling this situation.  Spider-Girl, as one of the last remaining members of the Avengers, you will be heading the mission,” Fury was serious.  You shook your head in disbelief, “Wait.  Wait, isn’t there anyone else you can call on.  I’ve never really soloed a mission before.”  Fury furrowed his brows, “You are going to head this mission.”  “What about Carol?  Thor?  Any of the Guardians?  They are all way more qualified than I am,” you argued.  “They all have more important things to do.  But you, all you’ve been doing is swinging around this city stopping petty crime.  Now, as your superior, I am telling you what you will be doing.  I suggest you do not give me anymore lip about it.  You’re walking a fine line with me already.  Tony is not here to protect you anymore.  You have to learn to protect yourself,” Fury’s tone was growing frustrated.  You stood in silence.  “Do I make myself clear,” he asserted.  You nodded, “Yes sir.”  

You spent the next several hours discussing plans.  Where these anomalies were happening.  The best plan of attack.  This panicked you more than anything.  A huge responsibility was being put on your shoulders.  You did not know anything about this mission.  Nothing made sense.  It was all too convenient.  After the discussions were done, Fury directed you and Quentin further, “I got the two of you a hotel room.  There are two beds.  It will help the two of your bond to be that close.  You two need to get to know each other pretty well in order for this mission to succeed.”  “Wonderful,” you thought.  All you were wanting was to be alone.  You shook your head in agreement.  “I’m going to go out for a bit.  I need to think alone for a while,” you excused yourself.  Quentin smiled, “I’ll see you later.”

You sat on top of a building.  You seemed to do this a lot.  You loved admiring the city.  It was beautiful especially at night.  Suddenly, Quentin appeared in front of you.  You were not alarmed.  “What’s up, Spider-Girl,” he questioned as he sat down beside you.  His helmet disappeared revealing his handsome face once again.  “This whole hero thing... it’s always been different for me, Quentin.  I have always been the underdog no matter what I do.  I am one of the only Avengers he can call on and somehow I am still not good enough for him,” you spilled.  Quentin smiled at you, “I for one think you are an amazing hero.  I have no doubt you were born to be an amazing hero.”  You chuckled.  Quentin raised an eyebrow, “What’s so funny?”  You shook your head, “I used to be a scared high schooler who witnessed her aunt get murdered in front of her.  Then, I went from being a normal kid to fighting some crazy guy in a mechanical bird costume.  I never asked to be an Avenger.  It was a freak accident, Quentin.”  Quentin placed his hand on your thigh, “Everything happens for a reason.”  You blushed at his touch.  “You don’t even know me,” you muttered.  Quentin leaned closer to you, “I want to get to know you, Spider-Girl.”  He placed his hand on the under part of your mask and raised it up to your nose, you grabbed his wrist fast.  Quentin jumped slightly.  “I-I... I’m n-not ready for you to kn-know who I am,” you stuttered.  He smiled slightly, “That’s okay.  I understand.”  You let go of his wrist.  “It’s nothing per-personal, we just met.  Not many people know who I am,” you were embarrassed.  He smiled.  

You stood up, “I-I’m gonna go.  I should probably get some food in me.  I-I’ll see you back at the hotel.”  He followed you, “We can go together.  We are going to be spending a lot of time together.  I’d like to get to know the person I am working with.”  Your cheeks were red under your mask.  You were fighting yourself inside your head.  Should you or should you not?  It was difficult.  You wanted to open up to people, but that was too difficult.  “Sure, Quentin,” you agreed.  “But here’s the thing.  You’ll have to get the food and meet me back up here.  I can’t be seen just chilling in a local restaurant.  I don’t need that kind of press right now,” you told him.  His expression change into a frown, “Oh.”  You felt bad.  Maybe Quentin was safe.  Maybe you could trust him.  Maybe it was time to take a risk.  “Look,” you began, “Okay.  Meet me downstairs in like seven minutes.  We will walk somewhere together.  Just... put some normal clothes on.  Let’s do something not as supers for a while.”  Quentin’s face lit up.  He took your hands in his, “Seriously?  You’ll go to dinner with me?”  You smiled under your mask, “Yeah, I guess.”  Quentin smiled even wider, “You won’t regret this!”  Quentin rushed to the door and excused himself.  

You changed in one of the bathrooms up stairs.  You put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  You wanted to look as normal as possible.  “Maybe this is all a mistake... don’t you think you’re rushing,” you thought.  You shook it off and headed for the elevator.  You took it down to the lobby.  You saw Quentin across the room.  He was wearing a blue button-up and jeans.  It seemed odd to see him outside of his suit.  “He’ll definitely feel the same,” you thought.  You walked over to him, “Hey, Quentin.”  He turned and stared at you.  You froze.  “Oh God, what have I done,” you thought in panic.  “Wow,” he spoke, “You’re beautiful.”  You felt your cheeks turn pink.  You shook off his compliment, “No, no.  I never got to formally introduce myself.  I’m Y/N Parker.  And yes, I am behind the mask.  Hope you aren’t disappointed.”  He shook his head, “I’m not disappointed at all.  I’m pleasantly surprised.”  Your face flooded with color again and you chuckled slightly.  “So,” you changed the subject, “You ready to walk?”  He smiled at you, “I’d be happy to walk with you anywhere, Y/N.”  

The two of you headed out.  You talked about what being a superhero from a young age was like, about how much you missed your friends and a normal life.  Quentin told you a story about what life was like for him before everything happened.  He told you about his family which he has lost.  The two of you sharing made you feel better about revealing who you are to him.  Your guard had been up nonstop since the giant fight with Thanos.  It was hard for you to allow new people into your life.  You had pushed away your friends from school, it was easier since they had blipped and you didn’t.  You regretted isolating yourself.  

Quentin went inside a restaurant and ordered food for the both of you then you both walked back.  Of course the two of you could not go out without him getting recognized.  He is the most popular hero on the scene right now.  A couple of girls your age ran up confirming it was him and snapping a picture with him.  One of them making a quick comment about how handsome he was, and you couldn’t help the slight feeling of jealousy in your stomach.  You shook the feeling off, the two of you were not dating.  You were thankful the girls only took a picture of him and did not snap a photo of you together.  It would be suspicious for a picture of Mysterio with a random girl to surface once you two are inevitably spotted together as heroes.  He walked back over to you and smiled.  “Super star, eh?” You jabbed at him.  He blew his breath out and smiled, “No... you think so?”  You laughed with him, 

Your guard was lower than it had been in years.  You felt a weight you'd been carrying for a while begin to lift.  You could not deny the slight crush you were developing on Quentin.  He was charming and funny.  Not to mention handsome.  You enjoyed his company.  He attempted to take your hand in his causing you to jump at the sudden touch.  “Oh- Sorry,” Quentin’s face flushed with embarrassment.  You shook your head, “No-No you’re fine.  Just caught me off guard is all.”  It was strange that your body did not warn you of him about to touch you.  You must have sensed no danger on him.  This was new for you.  The rest of the walk was silent between you two.  

You returned back to your hotel room with the food.  You could not help but feel embarrassment for making what was developing between you two awkward.  You were beating yourself up and on top of it, your room key decided to give you a hard time.  You leaned your head against the hotel door, sighing in frustration.  You felt Quentin get closer to you, reaching for your wrist to help you with the door key.  “You just have to give it a little longer,” he spoke softly.  The door clicked and you tried the handle again.  It opened.  “Thank you,” you mumbled looking at him.  He was smiling at you.  

The two of you sat at the tiny coffee table together.  He pulled the food out of the bags, handing you yours first.  You picked at your food, too anxious to really eat.  There were a billion things on your mind, yet you could not focus on one of them.  “Y/N?”  You had gotten lost in your own thoughts.  “Sorry, just a lot on my mind,” you shot a fake smile at him.  He reached across the table and placed his hand on yours, “You can talk to me.”  You sighed.  Struggling to look at him, “Fury just puts so much pressure on me.  It’s like he expects me to... I don't know.  I barely know what I’m doing.”  Quentin squeezed your hand slightly, “Fury believes in you.  He knows you can be the next Iron Man.  The next leader of the Avengers!”  You chuckled, “I don’t want to be the next Iron Man.  Tony... he never wanted me to end up like him.  I love being a hero, but I’m a friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl.  I wasn’t ready to fight a giant titan in space and nearly die.”  There was a silence between you both.  You sure did know how to get people to stop talking to you, didn’t you?  You felt tears building up in your eyes.  Quentin caressed your hand with one of his fingers, “It’s okay to be scared, Y/N.  You haven’t had a break.”  You looked up at him and smiled, “Thank you.”  His gaze lingered on you.  You felt your cheeks growing a little pink.  “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.  I wish we had met under different circumstances,” Quentin intertwined fingers with you.  

You both finished what you wanted of your food then sat on your separate beds.  You scrolled mindlessly on your phone for a bit.  Of course, videos of Mysterio were everywhere.  The public adored him worldwide.  You were happy to be working with him.  You stretched slightly and stood up, “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.”  Quentin mumbled an “Okay” not looking up from his book.  You walked into the tiny bathroom and splashed some water in your face.  You changed into some sleep shorts and a tank top.  You were brushing your teeth when he knocked on the door.  

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” 

That’s weird...

“Sure, I’m decent,” you joked.  

Quentin opened the door only wearing his boxers.  You looked at him in the mirror and an indistinguishable look was on his face.  He walked up to you slowly, wrapping his hands around your waist.  He made sure his hands ran over every inch of your skin until they met for him to pull you close.  You felt chills run all over your body.  He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking into your eyes through the mirror.  His beard hairs tickled your exposed skin.  You wanted to ask what he wanted, but you knew.  You decided to just enjoy this intimacy.  He began to kiss your shoulder, all the way up to your neck.  You could feel something poking your back.  Your body was flooding with heat.  Could you really be this vulnerable with someone?  You were loving the attention his mouth was giving to your neck.  You placed one of your hands on his head, groaning with pleasure.  

“Quentin?”

“Yes?,” he mumbled into your neck.  

“What exactly are you trying to do?” you smiled softly at him in the mirror.  

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he kissed your neck more.  

You can’t do this.  Not yet.  

You tugged at his arms around you, turning to face him.  “Don’t... don’t be mad at me,” you sighed.  He smiled softly at you, “I would never be mad at you for telling me no when you aren’t ready.”  He cupped your cheek, you closed your eyes enjoying his touch.  “I... I’m so exhausted.  You make me feel so safe... I think this is the first time I have relaxed in years,” you kissed his palm.  “Let’s get you to bed then,” he grabbed your hand and led you to your bed.  You both crawled into your beds.  You rolled over to look at him from the other side.  He was smiling at you.  

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he spoke softly leaning for the lamp.  

“Goodnight, Quinn,” you yawned.  

~~~

END PART 1

[Thank you for reading!  If you are interested in being tagging in any of my writings don’t be afraid to message me!  All tag lists are open!  I have a master taglist and one for each character!]

#mysterio x reader #quentin beck x reader #quentin beck #mysterio #spider man #spider man far from home #fanfic #writing #fanfiction #mcu #marvel x readeer #marvel #jake gyllenhaal #SexyMonsterFics #part 1 #part 2 coming soon #introduction

[thefairestfacts]

Symbolisms in the world of fairy tales: the forest

Forests have often been the basis of a fairy tale. And we've already said that the forest is not just the forest. In all fairy tales ,and strangely enough in almost all the world, the forest represents the same thing, life.

Take Little Red Riding Hood, it's the reason why she has to go through the forest to get to her grandmother and meets the wolf.

It's the reason why in almost every story children get lost in the forest. Thumbelina gets lost in the forest, Hansel and Gretel get lost in the forest, Snow White gets lost in the forest, Rapunzel is hidden in the forest. Sleeping Beauty in Basile's version is asleep in the woods.

it's always the forest. This is because, once upon a time, when we were not yet very "civilized", one thing that was really done was tests to pass. In tribal times, we sent our children into the forest with a task: you get a bow and arrow and you have to come back, for example, with a wild boar. (or at least a dead animal). You had to go hunting. And if you come back with a dead animal, they would say "Enough , you have grown". Like the Spartans, for example. Over time this has evolved, and has become more and more symbolic. Little by little it transformed into something, first symbolic, then, even, into a story. The story of when, once upon a time, children had to face the forest alone. To prepare them for life with these stories.

One of the most beautiful examples is this buddist tale. The Siddharta (Buddah) was this child who lived completely peacefully in this family ,so wealthy and so powerful, that it allowed him to keep the world hidden from him. He spends his whole life without ever seeing reality.Everyone inside the building is not allowed to grow old,and if they get old,they are fired.Everyone was not allowed to have disabilities,otherwise they are thrown out. If you lose an eye you are canceled,you can no longer work there. If you have a cut you cannot show up at work, and you cannot cut yourself at work! The blood must never be shown to the child,and neither should violence. And so the child grows up seeing people all young (or at least adults)all beautiful all good all good, and he never sees anything wrong. everything is rich everyone is well off. One day ,while he is being taken inside a carriage from point A to point B, halfway ther's a problem with the carriage.He has the opportunity to peek out the window ,and sees the people outside. the people are made up of old people, beggars, the starving, the sick.

And he had never seen this before... and was shocked. After his encounter with suffering, Siddhartha left his palace and his family at night, and shed his noble clothes to dress poorly.

This is just the beginning of the WHOLE Siddharta's story, hope I explained it well so far♡

#fairy tales #red riding hood #snow white and the seven dwarfs #thumbelina #hansel and gretel #rapunzel #sleeping beauty #Giambattista Basile #spartan #tribal times #siddhartha #buddism #buddah #symbolism #fun facts #spilling facts

[eveandtheturtles]

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So! @m1dnyt3-w0lf wrote a fic called "Impatiently Needy" for Raph x F!Reader. I got a bit inspired by it for Donnie and Kara fic lol (I'm so awfully predictable). I hope y'all gonna enjoy this.

Rating: NC-17 (everyone is an adult)

Pairing: Donnie x Kara,

Summary: Donnie and Kara are trying to have some time to themselves. Unfortunately, they keep getting interrupted at worst possible moments.

Tag list: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @madammuffins @sharpwindow @scholastic-dragon @tinkabelle19 @pheradream-15 @dilucsflame33

They were in the lab. Kara's head was tilted back. Her breath creating clouds of mist as she exhaled and immediately but her lips to keep the sounds from escaping. Donnie's teeth scraped over her neck, his calloused hand stroking her exposed breast.

Gods, he was so good at it. 

Her own hand was in his pants. Slowly pulling out and stroking the hardening member. 

"Hey Donnie, could you- FUCK, SHIT," Raph's voice interrupted them, causing Donnie to jump up as result his dick slipped out of his pants. Kara made a panicked noise being thrown back and hitting the desk, while Donnie scrambled to zip himself up.

"YOU HAVE A ROOM!" Raph's yelling reached them as they were tiding themselves up. 

"Sorry!!" Donnie yelled after him.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP I GOTTA BLEACH MY EYEBALLS!!"

Kara started laughing. 

After that Kara got swept in some projects upstairs, making it impossible to come down to Donnie as she was working 12 to 16 hours a day, making her dead to the world when she finished. Oftentimes she would stay at her lab, sleeping on a cot in her office. 

Donnie, suffering endless teasing from his brothers, decided to visit her. She looked exhausted but happy to see him. The lab was empty as everyone left seeing the project was getting finished faster than expected. 

Soon Kara was half laying on her desk, skirt up, his head between her legs. God, she needed this! His tongue was as skilled as his hands. Long strokes, lapping at her entrance, gently sucking her bead. 

She bit her lips as a long, delighted moan tried to escape her. Her nails flexed like cat's paws, scratching the top of his head. She was getting so close-

Suddenly the light started flickering, making her jump. Her flight or fight instinct switched to fight and she chucked a stapler on whoever walked in on them. A startled yelp and Donnie's head was up.

"Hi, Jack," he said, a bit embarrassed.

"Hi, Donnie," the assistant called back, retreating. "Have a good night!" There was a laugh clearly in his voice. 

Kara had her face in her hands.

By next week when she dropped by the lair she was getting pretty frustrated. It was showing pretty obviously during their spar. 

She could easily take care of herself with a toy but there was just something about having his long, thick- 

Distracted, she fell on her ass, ending the session. With Donnie on top of her. Adrenaline and frustration running high between them with just one glance their mouths smashed together. Her nails digging into the back of his neck and his hands pushing under the materials of her shorts.

"WHAT THE FUCK-" 

Once more Raph's yell pulled them apart. The dojo door slammed. Even then Donnie could hear his brother's ranting. 

The two lovers exchanged looks. 

<I think we're cursed,> she giggled and shook her head, frustrated.

<Sure, but why does it have to involve Raph,> Donnie replied with such deadpanness on his face, she had to laugh. 

Fourth time the charm. Or at least that's what she said to herself.

This time she didn't leave it up to chance. She set it up at her place. Send Cheryl out or at least with a warning. Ordered pizza, got drinks, and some movies for them (mostly Donnie) to use as white noise, while they would finally fuck. She was a woman on a mission. 

Everything was going so great. They ate, she put on some Star Trek movie, he put his arm around her, they started making out and she was in the position to suck his dick. And then- AND THEN.

“JENNI!” Donnie grabbed a pillow trying to cover up his crotch.

By the window stood nonplussed Jennika. “Whoa, short stack, you really must be stretchy.” She directed that at Kara, who flipped her a middle finger.

“What do you want?” Donnie sighed.

“Leo wants you on the mission tonight,” she looked very happy with herself.

Donnie grumbled a bunch of curses under his breath. “I told him I’m busy tonight.”

“More like were about to be,” she snickered. “Plans changed, Romeo. Come on, zip up.” She left, heading back to the roof. 

<I’m so sorry,> he signed to Kara who sighed deeply and just waved her hand disappointed. So much for a romantic evening. 

A week later Kara got a text. 

[TheDon]: tonight is the night. Got us a place we absolutely will not be interrupted.

His next message contained an address. 

Checking it out, Karaa found out it was a Bed and Breakfast. Puzzled, she hailed a cab and got to the location. She got a bit confused when she saw there was an “Under Renovation” sign on it. Were they gonna trespass? Mmm, exciting.

It was dead of the night. Looking around there was no sign of Donnie but… one of the windows had light in it. The door was open as well. 

[Karfuffle]: I am here.

[TheDon]: 2nd floor, room 214. 

Alright then. 

[Karfuffle]: Donnie, I won't lie, this is freaking me out a little.

[TheDon]: Right, sorry.  This building belongs to a guy we kinda saved couple weeks ago. I got in touch with him saying I needed the space for an experiment. We have it for the entire night.

He also attached a photo of himself in front of the door. She could see the protective plastic on the walls and floor. 

She looked at the set up before her. Well, that checked out.

[Karfuffle]: Wow, I'm an awful influence on you.

[TheDon]: Don't tell Leo ;P

She giggled and closed her phone. She then climbed the stairs. What did he plan? The stairs creaked under her feet. She got to the room passing by paint buckets, corridors of foil, and renovation equipment. It didn't look quite romantic, unless Donnie decided to cosplay Dexter or something. The killer, not the kid. Though both of them were in a basement…

She opened the door and stepped into the room. In a brief glance, she noted a mattress and fake kerosene lamps set up on the floor. Suddenly, the door behind her closed. She felt a breeze from behind, making her turn around.  There was Donnie.

<Hey,> he signed and she sighed relieved.

<Damn it Donnie,> she grinned. <You got me so stressed.>

<Sorry.> He pulled her closer and picked her up. <I just couldn't wait.>

She didn't have much time to react when his mouth crashed over here. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

God.

He pinned her against the wall. If she could she’d press her thighs together but her legs were spread wide with her terrapin between them. She missed the weight of his body. The firm, slender torso against her. The scales under her hands. She didn't have time to drink into it though.

The frantic kiss burned her, bruising her lips. It was sloppy, it was needy. She bit his bottom lip and he growled.

He gripped her hair tight, tilting her head for him and she groaned. His mouth moved. She felt him lick over her pulse. Then his teeth marked her skin, almost breaking through. He licked and sucked on the spot. A gasp broke out through her mouth at each mark he left on her. A trail over her neck, breast and her thighs. The fire ignited within her and her whole body screamed for him. He was possessing her. Just the thought of everyone seeing those teeth marks sent a shudder of pleasure through her.

Donnie was kneeling. He lift her with no effort onto his shoulders, ripped her underwear like it was a sheet of paper and burrowed her mouth into her hot center, eating her out like a starving man. Kara's eyes almost rolled back into her skull. Her back arched. She clenched around his thick tongue buried deep inside her. His thumb abusing her clit. Her brain checked out. Donnie was racing her towards a cliff and she was about to fall right off when he pulled back.

She cried out in desperation but he tossed her onto the mattress. He removed his suspenders and let his pants sag, kicking them off somewhere to the side. His dick was standing proud and hard and she couldn't help but lick her lips. Suddenly, he was on top of her. Devouring her with another kiss that took her breath away and turned her brain to mush. His hands gripped her legs under her knees and she found herself folded in half and him buried deep inside.

The loud cry came right from her center. There was no waiting. No gentleness just desperate need to fuck. She fisted the loose sheets of the mattress. She was so full. His hips hammered into her, almost slipping a time or two. Donnie was in total control of her. He primed her earlier before she could tell she was barrelling towards her orgasm. Her back arching, pushing more for him. Her walls were squeezing him. She needed him.

"Shit!" He hissed and she felt his spent filling her up.

They thankfully weren't done yet. Donnie inhaled though his nostrills sharply. A deep happy churr resonated from his chest. He missed how good she smelled horny and full of him. He sat on his heels and pulled her up into his lap. 

She whined, still sensitive. He didn't care at that moment. He desperately needed her. If anyone would even dare to interrupt them somehow Donnie didn't know if he'd control himself. He supported her backside, squeezing that soft ass that was all his. He had plans for it.

"Ride me, baby," he told her and she bit her lips. 

Her small hands braced on his biceps and she started moving. She tried moving slowly, rolling her hips. That wasn't it. 

He bend his back and kissed her hard, biting lightly her lip and pulling on it. 

<Fuck. Me,> he told her again. 

Kara took a breath in and nodded. She almost cried out slamming down on him. Picking up the speed, she whined, noticing the bulge in her stomach. Fuck, so hot. 

His fingers made their way between them and each time she slammed down he'd brush over her clit. 

Her teeth weren't that good at biting, not with his thick skin but the faster and harder she went she bit onto his shoulder. 

The second height hit. She nearly sobbed and managed to escape him slipping off. His seed splattered off over her legs. Her pussy needed a small break. Just a little. 

Donnie was catching his breath as well. He looked at Kara and grinned.

<You okay?>

She gave him a thumbs up. <I did need that too,> she replied. 

She noticed his cock still standing at attention. She got on her knees and leaned to him. <Your stamina will always amaze me.> 

<It's a curse and a blessing,> he joked licking his lips. 

He watched her crawl over. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his base and she gave him a good lick all the way up. God, that was so hot. She paused a bit at the crown giving him a little sucks on the sides. She was cleaning him up from their mixed juices. Kissing and squeezing him in all the ways that drove him… well, nuts.

Donnie breathed out carefully. His girlfriend was so hot. Will he ever get used to the fact that he had a girlfriend?

His thoughts were interrupted when Kara swallowed him up. He whined grabbing her head. Her tongue was rubbing his underside as she steadily went up and down on him. Her hand slowly pumped him where her mouth couldn't reach. Mmmm, he was getting so close….

Kara pulled her head up. And grinned. 

Oh, you little shit. She wiggled her eyebrows. Donnie narrowed his eyes at her then booped her nose. She stuck her tongue out.

<Why did you stop?> He asked.

<Whatcha gonna do about it?> She bit her lips.

Donnie looked around and noticed a workbench. Then at her. Her eyes sparkled. He pounced at her and she squealed. 

They had an entire night to make up for the lost weeks.

Bonus:

A couple of weeks later, Donnie was walking by the gym when he heard some interesting noises. He remembered that Mirka was over and he grinned. Now, was he going to mind his business or repay his brother for his interruptions? Was he going to be a good brother or a dick? 

Well… Donnie was always a little vindictive. He walked straight into the gym.

“You said something about room, brother?”

“WHAT THE FU-! GET OUT DONNIE!”

#karello #donnie x kara #tmnt 2016 #tmnt #bayverse turtles #eve scribbles #tmnt 2014 #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt bayverse #donnie x oc #donatello x oc #bayverse donatello

[richincolor]

Black Mermaids, Miles Morales, and Black Horror - Oh My!

For Black folks, the summer movie season started off great. First The Little Mermaid opened and folks all over were "wanting to be a part of her world." A week later Spiderman: Across the Spider-verse was released and again, folks lost their minds. (It's been 2 weeks since I've seen it and I'm STILL thinking about it). For the adults, The Blackening comes out just in time for Juneteenth and is a mix of comedy & horror. I saw the original short film it was based on (which was hilarious) so I'm excited to go see it this weekend. Thinking about these movies led me to think about books with similar themes/characters, etc. that I also enjoyed. So...if you liked any of those movies, here are similar books with Black leads for you to read.

If you liked The Little Mermaid, check out this new duology...

Skin of the Sea by Natasha Bowen

A way to survive. A way to serve. A way to save. Simi prayed to the gods, once. Now she serves them as Mami Wata--a mermaid--collecting the souls of those who die at sea and blessing their journeys back home. But when a living boy is thrown overboard, Simi goes against an ancient decree and does the unthinkable--she saves his life. And punishment awaits those who dare to defy the gods. To protect the other Mami Wata, Simi must journey to the Supreme Creator to make amends. But all is not as it seems. There's the boy she rescued, who knows more than he should. And something is shadowing Simi, something that would rather see her fail . . . Danger lurks at every turn, and as Simi draws closer, she must brave vengeful gods, treacherous lands, and legendary creatures

If you want more of Miles Morales's Spiderman adventures....

Miles Morales: Spider-Man by Jason Reynolds

Miles Morales is just your average teenager. Dinner every Sunday with his parents, chilling out playing old-school video games with his best friend, Ganke, crushing on brainy, beautiful poet Alicia. He’s even got a scholarship spot at the prestigious Brooklyn Visions Academy. Oh yeah, and he’s Spider Man. But lately, Miles’s spidey-sense has been on the fritz. When a misunderstanding leads to his suspension from school, Miles begins to question his abilities. After all, his dad and uncle were Brooklyn jack-boys with criminal records. Maybe kids like Miles aren’t meant to be superheroes. Maybe Miles should take his dad’s advice and focus on saving himself. As Miles tries to get his school life back on track, he can’t shake the vivid nightmares that continue to haunt him. Nor can he avoid the relentless buzz of his spidey-sense every day in history class, amidst his teacher’s lectures on the historical "benefits" of slavery and the modern-day prison system. But after his scholarship is threatened, Miles uncovers a chilling plot, one that puts his friends, his neighborhood, and himself at risk. It’s time for Miles to suit up.

If you are ready for some summer horror, check out...

Burn Down, Rise Up by Vincent Tirado

Mysterious disappearances. An urban legend rumored to be responsible. And one group of teens determined to save their city at any cost. For over a year, the Bronx has been plagued by sudden disappearances that no one can explain. Sixteen-year-old Raquel does her best to ignore it. After all, the police only look for the white kids. But when her crush Charlize's cousin goes missing, Raquel starts to pay attention—especially when her own mom comes down with a mysterious illness that seems linked to the disappearances. Raquel and Charlize team up to investigate, but they soon discover that everything is tied to a terrifying urban legend called the Echo Game. The game is rumored to trap people in a sinister world underneath the city, and the rules are based on a particularly dark chapter in New York's past. And if the friends want to save their home and everyone they love, they will have to play the game and destroy the evil at its heart—or die trying.

#black film #the little mermaid #weneeddiversebooks #miles morales spider man

[chordsykat]

I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that St. Cecilia will never be canon in the series itself. But she's canon in Dethkomic, and that's just as good, right? 🖤

Dethkomic has been averaging about 70 hits per update on AO3, and according to my analytics, is seen by about 30 additional unique accounts/IPs overe here on Tumblr on or about the day that I update it.

Compare that to last week's Nielsen Ratings for the new episode of Metalocalypse, which was 0 - no episode exists, and I think we've earned our place as the top blue-toned Metalocalypse themed webcomic on Tumblr, today!

But seriously? It's story time!

When I was a kid in high school, not old enough to be looking at stories that contained adult themes, I would often find myself on the internet, looking at stories that contained adult themes. And there was so much of it to look at! One of my favorite writers at the time did much more than make sex stories, though. She wrote fanfiction - she wrote longfiction - and she had a continuing series that she'd update about once every two weeks.

Her fanfics were a-maz-ing. The canon characters had everything I loved them for in the show, but with so much more depth. There was an extended cast of what we'd call OCs today, too, and I came to love them as much as the familiar faces I knew from TV. The overarching themes were darker, the subject matter explored places a show on cable before 9PM couldn't, and of course - there was a good amount of sex thrown in for good measure. But! For as good as the grownup scenes this author wrote were, even the hornball 15 year old me couldn't deny the main attraction was the storyline itself, and how she'd taken a world we all knew and loved, and turned it into a place so many of us wanted to return to, every week. To a great many of us, it wasn't the show, but it was as good as the show.

And then one day, the show premiered its long-awaited third season, which featured an all new writing/production team, and her stories became better than the actual show.

I actually found myself looking forward to this author's fanfic updates more than the episodes that were airing on TV - and I wasn't alone. As it happened (as it usually happens), the show's eventual downfall couldn't be blamed on newbie writers (trying their darndest with a series that held a fuckton of lore, I have no doubt), as it also fell into a pretty crummy timeslot, could hardly hold the interest of even its most hardcore fanbase, and simply wasn't pulling the numbers it once was. It was not renewed for another season after that singular crappy one. A "conclusion" to the series was thrown together, and thus, fanfiction was all we had.

Those of you who are paying close attention (or who were in the fandom of which I'm speaking at the time - hi, @curiouslyhigh) might know what show I'm talking about, and that it recently had a resurgeance in popularity with a brand new comic series and more (which we old people are all very happy about). And while the final canon season is barely one I can recall a single epside of, I never forgot that fanfiction series, its cast, or its stories. All of them are still with me to this day, and in fact - I have gone back and re-read some of them as little as a few months ago, because I love them so much.

The world we live in today is much different than the world in which fanfiction was published, back then. We've seen authors and artists working on the IPs they used to create fan content for (I'm one of them!), we've seen fanfiction get greenlit as official (and one or two unfortunate instances of being outright stolen to become official), and maybe most importantly - we've seen a shift in copyright holders' opinions of fanfiction. I'll remind everyone reading this who may not remember or is too young to know otherwise, but yeah - there once was a time that we had to hide this stuff (especially the porn).

I'm afraid I haven't gotten a phone call from Brendon, telling me he's canonizing Dethkomic and sending me a check for forty-seven million dollars to share amongst the creators whose OCs I've put into its panels, but at the end of the day, the cooperative nature of fanfiction and official content has never been more celebrated than it is now. I like to think we all are capable of creating amazing stories with fanfiction, fanart, and other transformative works, which will be held in the hearts of all who read them as much as the canon. I like to think the fan works we do even had a hand in making the Metalocalypse movie a reality since, again... it's not like we had any new episodes to gush over. And I think that's pretty special. I think we should be happy about that.

At the end of the day, I'm making stuff for you guys. To me, when it comes to Dethkomic, the only thing I hold closer to my heart than its story and characters, is the knowledge that you guys feel the same way. I feel like the luckiest writer in the universe to have people looking forward to my works the way that a lot of you guys do. I will never take it for granted.

Dethkomic truly does love you. <3

#mtl #fanfiction #writing #dethkomic #answered

[kitsunesfandomtime]

Treasure Vault (Rewritten) - CH 1

Characters: All for One, Yoichi Shigaraki

Relationship: All for One & Yoichi Shigaraki

Warning: Platonic Yandere, Disturbing behavior, Vault time

Summary: All for One has had enough of his little brother's rebellious nature. He can't afford to risk his little brother's life by letting him continue this. If he has to commit cruelties to keep his brother safe, then so be it. What's one more sin on the pile?

All for One was a monster.

A man feared as an unspeakable being, a living demon that plagues the very world in a never-ending torment. At the least... That's what the government would prefer to call it.

As if they hadn't started it when they started basically allowing it to be legal in everything but name to kill Metahumans. That any whose 'powers' got a bit out of hand was to be killed and when those with power retaliated the cycle grew more chaotic. Fathers turning against sons, siblings against their kin, there were all kinds.

All he had done was take advantage of a situation they had no interest in reigning in since the beginning.

And yet... It seems his own flesh had turned against him. The younger brother who once looked at him with bright eyes full of affection had darkened with anger.

Words escalate in debates and arguments that he can't fathom that he has to keep making. And this was no different, as had been given a 'gift' as a quirk and now those eyes had become spiteful.

Then the boy tried to run away and it was time to put his foot down as the other's guardian before instead of Yoichi being a spiteful brat he ends up being a corpse.

"I assumed many things about you that even I can admit might be exaggerated but stupidity ironically wasn't one of them," All for One spoke curtly as thankfully his men had found the idiot boy. Even if he was legally an adult it was hard to take him seriously when he spouts about heroism only to make dumb decisions that put his life in danger.

"But then I guess that be acknowledging that I didn't exactly 'raise' you to be as smart as you should be," a regret but something he can't change. As he was a child raising a child, mistakes were bound to happen. It's a miracle that they were able to make it to adulthood after 'abruptly' becoming orphans, "Release him."

His little brother was silent just staring daggers at him clearly in a foul mood right now. Those green eyes peaking from underneath his hair as he watches him intently waiting to be released. Though his men clearly didn't understand as in the next second they practically threw him at All for One's feet. A sneer shows on the crime lords face as his red eyes stares his men down, "I didn't say throw him."

His voice was light but there was a slight edge to his voice as his smile turned more like he was baring his fangs as a warning. While he might be mad at his brother he isn't about to allow outsiders to cause his sibling harm. That seemed to make his men shrink back as if in an apology.

None of his men really liked Yoichi it seemed. They tolerated him because he was his brother but in their eyes, he was a parasite that leeched off All for One causing trouble and throwing a 'fit' whenever doesn't get his way.

All assumptions, but does make him worry at times that even his own men may eventually cause his brother harm. The attempts at his own life weren't exactly small and eventually he knows it will get worse. The government may not have done a direct attack but they sure put up quite a show.

"Wow you're quite roughed up," Hisashi speaks as he walks over to offer his hand to his little brother to lift him up. Of course, it was ignored likely out of his usual stubbornness for 'independence' as the male got up by himself. Seeming even more irritated then before which is understandable after being thrown onto the floor.

"Couldn't even come get me yourself? Your men weren't exactly gentle and I'm sure you know that," Yoichi speaks harshly as if his brother had ordered them to be rough with him. Hisashi has told Yoichi time and time again that they do as they wish most times. Even if he follows orders he can't control how as he is only one man. He can inspire fear so they don't go too far from his plans but they were still independent then his brother was stubborn.

"Seriously what am I supposed to do with you," Hisashi sighs not about to argue with the other on that specific subject. As he had some more important concerns, as his little brother was going to get himself killed if he was making 'escape' attempts. Some hero his little brother turned out to be he was more like a damsel in distress but then he guessed that made his older brother a dragon. "You know I'm working and can't always come to save you."

Yoichi's eyes narrowed at the implication that he was somehow a bother especially since he had been trying to run away. When really Hisashi thinks he should be thinking about it because his older brother is sick with worry and doesn't want him out of his site. Even if Hisashi would never say that at times like this he wasn't proving it wrong that possible is a slight burden.

"I can't believe you're serious. You aren't working, you are LIVING OUT some insane fantasy of being the big bad of your dream!" Yoichi spits out with a surprising amount of rage. Hisashi 's eyes narrow just a hint unable to understand why it's an issue. It provided a lot more than working at a black company or stealing off the streets with people wanting to cave your skulls.

"And your point?" Was his only response, was he supposed to deny it? Tell him, yeah I'm being a big bad for funnies and don't care about anything~!

Because that's how his brother is making him sounds like.

"....Fuck you." Yoichi answered with a sneer. Honestly, where did he learn these words? He must be hanging out with the thugs too long.

And this is exactly why they can't have a nice and relaxed conversation as his brother would get frustrated so easily. Words, reason, facts, none of it mattered to his brother at this point and Hisashi knew this day was going to come when nothing between them could be resolved. But he has to try once more before his last resort.

"Don't you care that you could die if you leave my sight? I've made a lot of enemies, the government would use you as bait to kill me. Those 'rebels' might just outright kill you, and there are tons of thugs that didn't join me yet," once more he is trying to talk to his brother's good nature. To reason that he doesn't need to go this far just to make a point.

"Maybe if you would just stop this whole power fantasy and tried to be actually a good person or even give this up all together. I wouldn't be in danger," Yoichi counters ignoring the plea. Those green eyes stared into his own eyes and Hisashi felt his anger grow now wondering how he could say that.

This child.

Any goodwill he had was thrown out the window as it seemed his brother truly only saw him as a villain. When the only one he never wished to be seen in such a way was by his little brother. He talked, he bargained but Yoichi is the only one who never cooperates with him!

Can't he see it's all to keep him safe?

"Enough! If you won't listen to reason or even be content on stepping aside then I have no choice, tie him up and gag him," he sneers watching his brother's brave expression change to shock and horror. Ha, seems his brother can act strong until his favoritism runs out.

"Wha-"Yoichi was about to speak when he was grabbed by the arm. Those lovely green eyes shifted to look at him as thrashed as if his worst nightmare was becoming a reality, "Big brother stop this! What are- LET ME GO! HAVE YOU GONE INSANE!? Please don't-"

The young man cried out but before can say anything anymore, they got the gag on him along with blindfolds for good measure. They weren't gentle as they held him too tightly, unable to hear the slight hiss and whines of pain from his brother. But he watched until his brother was unable to move though it's clear his men thought they were going to carry him.

"You've done enough, leave him on the floor and go. This is a family matter now," he makes himself very clear watching the guards tense up staring intently at him. It was very much a threat as he didn't want anyone knowing about where he was taking him. He had enough trust issues to deal with and didn't need more, watching them until they completely left the room.

"I really didn't want to resort to this Yoichi... But you've left me no choice," his voice was soft as he went to kneel down beside his brother. Moving his hand to gently brush it against the male's white locks savoring how soft it feels. His precious little brother.

He can't lose him.

"I hope you get quite aquinted in your new home," his voice was a whisper as he heard his brother protest behind the gag. Already picking him up to sling over his shoulder as the place had been made long ago and those that would know were sparse, he will be safe there.

It was quite a trip to make. Especially since they had to make sure the van didn't have explosives nor were they followed. While he had quite an array of quirks, the transportation quirks weren't reliable. This wasn't a risk he was willing to take on his brother until he was sure of its safety.

His brother certainly squirmed a lot during the whole ordeal. Thrashing and making noises but eventually, even he grew quiet. Likely tuckered out by the end which made it so much easier when they arrived to take him out to his new home. Inside of a vault that was meant to house precious treasure.

But then what is more precious than his only living family? Even if said family member is weak and bothersome.

He was still careful to place him in the bed. Making sure his body is laid first on the mattress being careful not to cause anymore bruising then it already has. Anticipating a fight with his brother the moment releases him as while the boy may not be squirming he is clearly not asleep.

As soon as he cut the rope off Yoichi's arm the younger male shot up and attempted to punch him.

Hisashi barely avoids it feeling amused at how much energy his brother has as the male nearly fell off the bed. Looking quite upset as he yanks off his gag and blinds so can finally speak all the things he likely wanted to say. Though likely the first order of business was....

"Where the HELL am I!?" The location that is more akin to a prison with a room.

Yoichi was looking around more than a bit concerned since he had just been in every sense 'kidnapped' by his older brother. As those green eyes landed on the door to a vault and his skin seemed so much paler now.

"Please, Hisashi tell me you haven't lost your mind. You can't do this to me we're supposed to be family," Yoichi's voice was smaller as he looked at his brother who seconds he tried to punch. As if realizing just how serious this situation had truly become now.

"I can and I will. Trust me, this is my last resort as you refuse to stay put and interfere constantly," It was the only way to keep him safe. To put himself at ease knowing nothing is about to end his weak brother's life because of stupidity.

"You...." There is horror, confusion, betrayal and despair in his little brother's eyes as he realizes Hisashi meant every word. "You're insane. Let me out!"

It is amazing what adrenaline and fear can do as Yoichi shot up to his feet off the bed to run. Fear was clear on his face but he wasn't fast enough, but then how could he expect to outrun a monster with powers beyond normal human capabilities?

Able to grab him with such ease as if Yoichi had barely moved, his grip tight so his brother could squirm. Finally realizing how weak he truly was.

"Awww don't say. Don't worry it is just until you behave yourself it's for your own good," Hisashi promises, finding it funny how now his brother was scared. Hoping it was a good sign that he might rethink his stupid and naive stance. To think he was some hero that can do anything with no powers or ideas.

His stupid, weak, and precious baby brother.

"Shut up! You're just the stupid persona All for One. I want my brother back the brother who loved me wouldn't imprison me!" Yoichi snapped and shoved him. Or rather attempted to but it only caused All for One to tighten his grip on the male.

So he's the villain to Yoichi's hero was he?

Not his big brother? Not his caretaker? Not Hisashi who sacrificed literally everything to make sure they didn't die in the streets?

His eyes stared into his little brothers feeling his anger grow as his grip tightened on Yoichi. Watching the male seem to shrink just a hint but still tried to hold strong and meet his gaze. His brother was a stubborn one he can at least admit that.

"So I'm the bad guy is that it Yoichi? I'm the monster that gets defeated in the end?" All for One speaks firmly as he can play the role a bit if that is what his brother wants instead... But he can't.

Maybe for a little while but its hard seeing the way his brother tries so hard to be strong. The way those eyes look up at him there was still innocence and pleading for him...

He smiles softly despite himself as if to assure the other he wasn't mad at his behavior. His little brother was already going to suffer a lot here and will try to accommodate him as best he can.

"I promise, this isn't forever," he doesn't wish it to be forever. Releasing the young man he watches as the male steps away from him looking unsure. As Hisashi slowly walks toward the door it seemed Yoichi tried to follow but was shoved back.

"Please, Hisashi don't do this! You don't have to be the bad guy, we can just stop all of this! Go some where far far away from everything," Yoichi was pleading now almost bargaining. Hisashi looks at his little brother noting that the first time he raised an idea of just leaving it all.

Maybe if he had said something earlier it would have been alright. Viable even to take all the money and run off... It's too late for that there is too much going on and too many people wanting him dead.

"I'll make sure to visit often and make you your favorite food. I love you," was his only response as he hears his brother scream at him not to leave. Before closing the door completely leaving his hysteric brother behind. Noting how quiet it became the moment the door closed allowing him peace.

His chest was heavy as he felt his vision blur trying hard not to feel the frustration about the situation. His hand moves to wipe his face and straightens himself up as he places a hand on the door. His eyes staring intently as he had work that still wasn't completed.

"I promise, this isn't forever. Even if I hurt you everything in the end is for you," maybe he had lost his way and original motivation. Maybe he had lost sight of his original goals just twisted by a childhood fantasy.

Which is what made his one connection, Yoichi, so important. Knowing if he loses him then he will become that very monster everyone believes in. His remaining sanity will break because he can't let him go. It's too late to turn back from this path as it was only inviting death to himself and Yoichi.

Especially Yoichi...

Because what is the point of a future if the only family he has is gone?

#all for one mha #all for one bnha #yoichi shigaraki #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #yoly's fanfics #Treasure Vault

[lockboxbooks]

Crazy Lust 3B: The Thief Gentle has strike again... although this time he didn't stole any objects, but the heart of Timido who was hired to protect the goods

Gentle always had big dreams, none more than being known all throughout Japan, throughout the world. He longed to be as on as many newspapers and websites as possible and would go to any lengths to achieve it. But simple thievery would not push him to the forefront of the world, and it no longer satisfied him.

That was why he had La Brava stake out a facility that was holding rare and precious materials the Hero Organisation Bountiful was developing. His busty shortstack sidekick believed he was going to rob Bountiful, but Gentle had his eyes set on something that would be far more viral Bountiful's chief Hero, the Silent Skater Hero: Figure Lady.

He slipped through the building, silently thanking La Brava for hacking the security systems; allowing him to leap and bound deep into the facility with camera in hand. That was when he saw her, Figure Lady was patrolling the halls; Gentle's smile widened as he watched her curves jiggle against the confines of her white-black leotard, and leapt into action.

Gentle silently landed and rounded the corner and approached the hero with a soft smile on his face as he set the camera down and hit record. He had looked into Figure Lady's history and knew that she was actually Timido Cute, a storied adult film star. "Hello miss Figure Lady; I am Gentle an amazed fan of yours," Gentle bowed as he approached the pinkette, softly undoing his belt and pulled out his fat cock. "Would you take a small break, for a fan? I am sure I can make it worth your while." Gentle softly started to jerk himself hard, his cock almost being a foot in length.

"G-Gentle, what are you doing?" La Brava whimpered into his ear-piece. He knew his sidekick and lover was watching the livestream.

"I am making history by going viral." Gentle softly whispered back. "Once I'm done here, I will show you why I love you." Gentle smiled as he watched Lady Figure's eyes widen at the sight of his cock as he continued to inch closer.

He smiled as Lady Figure turned to shift the cameras in the hallway and closed the gap between them. "O-Okay, but only f-for a little while." She removed her mask and licked her lips as she fell to her knees. "I-I love w-when a fan finds m-me."

Gentle groaned softly as Timido gave into her perverse impulse and started to take his cock into her mouth; sucking and releasing him with loud, wet pops. He loved how she looked as her drool and his thick precum spilled past her lips and stained her costume.

"My dear," Gentle softly groaned out as Timido became more and more wild, trying to force more of him into her mouth. "I'm sure you'll have an easier time with me if you use that quirk of yours, and I'll use mine." Gentle petted Timido as he created two elastic panels, one behind him and one behind Timido.

"Elastic Euphoria!" Gentle boastfully shouted as he slammed forward, easily hilting into Timido's throat, as her mouth became frictionless. Gentle watched her eyes swell with enjoyment and surprise when she hit the elastic barrier and they were thrown backward, Gentle almost leaving her mouth as they hit the second barrier and he slammed back into her throat. This savage oral experience kept going until Timido's makeup was ruined and her leotard was sopping wet and she was sitting in a pool of her own juices.

That was when Gentle pulled himself free and came all over the pinkette's face; covering everything from her hair to her chin in a layer of hot, sticky cum. "My dear, you've been wonderful; here's my card if ever you want to stop by and have fun with a fan of your work. You look so beautiful." Gentle strutted to the camera and brought it closer to Timido. "Say goodbye to all the lovely people watching."

Gentle watched as Timido wiped his jizz off of her face and swallowed enough to be able to breathe properly. "Oh... I... I am Timido Cute; and you just watched me get my throat bred. Bye-bye." Timido waved with both hands as Gentle pulled away and turned the stream off.

"Gentle, you bring her back," He heard La Brava mewl into his ear-piece. "You bring her back so we can both go viral, I-I-I want to eat her cum out of that slutty body." Gentle smiled knowing that his lover and sidekick had been furiously pleasuring herself as she watched him work his magic.

"My dear, I think she'll find us on her own, you just get into position and I'll be with you shortly. A gentleman never disappoints."

#gentle group #BNHA #au #gentle criminal becomes a pornstreamer

[touchingmadness]

Touched ⚔ Introduction

“We have these abilities because, as children, we felt unsafe. We felt we needed something to help us survive. So we latched onto the magic floating around us, pulled it within, and let it make us what we thought we needed to be. But it eats at us, and we become what we once had nightmares about.”

Audience ⚔ NA/Adult

Genre ⚔ contemporary fantasy

POV ⚔ third person limited, dual POV

Status ⚔ second draft

⚔ Themes ⚔ 

childhood trauma, how parents/authority fail us, emerging adulthood, unhealthy coping mechanisms, taking control of your life, emotional abuse, (some) acephobia

⚔ Interest Tags ⚔ 

chosen one subversion, dual POV, character-oriented, superhero(ish) powers, enemies to lovers, found family, queer cast, bi4bi and ace4ace M/F, touch averse MC, varied asexual experiences

⚔ Quick Summary ⚔

An adult “Chosen One” deals with the realization that the organization she dedicated her childhood to and is currently working for caused her incredible harm. At the same time, her presumed dead mortal enemy courts her in order to break his friend’s little sister out of the same organization. Although she doesn’t initially know who he is, through the other’s influence, they both start coming to terms with the violent upbringings that pitted them against each other as children.

Technically a romance, but at its core, it’s about how parents and authority fail us and how to move past childhood trauma to build the life we want. An expansion on the Chosen One trope for an older audience, centering on emerging adulthood and learning to take care of yourself.

Full summary and POV characters under the cut. 

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⚔ Full Synopsis ⚔

The Touched are dangerous.

Or at least, that’s what Eris was always taught. It’s not their fault – violence and apathy is simply their nature, and only through rigorous training and careful outside control can they overcome these instincts. Eris was one of the lucky ones, found and whisked away by the Registry at a young age, taught to expel her pent up rage and aggression to defend humanity from her own kind, a perfectly controlled killing machine.

Growing up, all she ever wanted was to be better, to be human and normal. And it’s right there, right around the corner in the form of a nemesis left to die, a job training Touched youth, and an engagement to the Registry Head’s daughter. Her dream is finally within reach… So why does she feel more trapped and alone than ever?

Everything Eris thought she knew about herself, her world, and her desires is falling apart at the seams. And the only one who seems willing to listen is a strangely familiar man who she exchanges numbers with at a Registry party.

Maybe she’s giving in to the darkness, just like they always said she would.

Or maybe she’s just growing up.

⚔ POV Characters ⚔

⚔ Eris Farrow ⚔ 

A Touched young woman with super strength and stamina raised by the Registry. Her dreams for a normal, human life are thrown into doubt when her relationship with her girlfriend begins to unravel and she is made privy to the inner workings of the Registry, forcing her to look at her life and childhood with new eyes.

⚔ Kade Kipling ⚔

A Touched young man who can distort time. He grew up evading the Registry with others like him, often coming head-to-head with other Touched in the process. Forced into patterns of violence and apathy by his circumstances, he seizes his first chance to fade into obscurity, only for an old ally’s need to drag him back into the world he loathes.

⚔ Comments ⚔

This project has been my baby for just over a year now, I’m extremely attached to this cast and this story through all its changes. The plan is to share more character info and some worldbuilding, as well as some quotes as I progress through the second draft. (Which has undergone a complete plot, pacing, and world upheaval since the first. This is now one book of two instead of a standalone! And with some different characters!)

It is technically a romance plotline, but for me, what’s more central is the individual development of Eris and Kade and how they are aided by a willingness to open up to another person and see themselves through the eyes of another. Yes, their relationship becomes romantic, but to me, that’s more because they are written to be the same person under different circumstances, and them choosing to love and care for the other is them choosing to love and care for themself. I love them both dearly, and hope you love them too.

Feel free to hit me up with even the most random questions or comments, This is a deeply personal project for me, and I’m very excited to share! <3

WIP page with additional characters and themes linked in the reblogs, as well as links to the (somwhat outdated) Pinterest board and WIP tag. (Look, the first draft of this looked... VERY DIFFERENT.)

Comment or message me to join the taglist.

Taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @lockejhaven, @magic-is-something-we-create, @measlywritingblog, @writeblrsupport

#wip intro #amwriting #writeblr #new wip #writing community #writers of tumblr #fantasy wip #mae's writing #wip: touched #contemporary wip #romance wip

[somebooksbelonginthesinbin]

Another Keeper of the Lost Cities rant

The grammar is probably bad, don’t worry about.

Something I just thought of. So we see both everyone talk about how powerful Sophie is and how she has so much potential and we see Sophie never, or very rarely, living up to that potential and she has acknowledged this. She knows that she’s supposed to be this new, incredibly powerful kid that’s supposed to be able to take out The Neverseen but she usually falls short. It is worth noting that we have seen various people including members of The Neverseen say that Sophie could’ve is is a threat to them.

Most likely they are aware of what she is capable of and what she could become once she knows how to really use her abilities. Which means it’s important for them to either recruit her (which they failed to do) or do away with her before she learns how to control and use her abilities much better than she currently does. Remember, Sophie is still learning new aspects of her abilities, she doesn’t know everything about them or how they work, she doesn’t know everything she can do that others can’t. She’s also really young, she’s literally still a child. Of course she’s going to fall short against a group of adults that have had decades to perfect their plans and in some cases, thousands of years to master their abilities. Sophie is also heavily restricted in what she can do and how she can act against them whereas her main current enemies can do whatever they please.

They have killed or helped kill people before. I guess Sophie has as well because of the flooding of Ravagog but that is a different situation with specific circumstances. The Neverseen don’t need to be backed into a corner to decide they want to kill her or anyone they don’t see as useful while alive. That creates quite a big difference in a fight. Sophie wants to win but she may hesitate to kill them even though they wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. Some of them also know how to fight and defend themselves to a degree and some of the members are not simply body guards but are actual members of other races from the Lost Cities that fight for The Neverseen. They are preparing for a war to take over the world and they’re ready to fight.

A big disadvantage that Sophie has against them is that while she has the ability to accurately and precise throw a knife, she doesn’t know much about fighting. She gets out of situations because she’s able to come up with a plan that may or may not work, she’s good with strategy but she never has been taught how to fight. All of the elves hate violence and it’s risky for them to even witness it. The people who are supposed to teach her to protect the entire world and lead a fight in a war have less knowledge and experience in battle than she does.

They have seen people fight but, how many of them have so much as thrown a punch in their entire lives? How many of them have been in life or death situations? How many of them have been tortured? How many of them have learned to use their abilities to fight an opponent? The answer is very few, like a hundred elves in all of history could probably be on the list.

If you’ve never been in a fight you shouldn’t be advising someone on how they should or should’ve handled a fight. The elevens are all about strategy, logic, and technology and to a degree that is important, those are all useful things in times of war but, they have no idea how to make weapons that do more than stun someone and most are probably not willing to make them. Yet the people criticizing Sophie and instructing her on how she should be fighting this war are people that have no idea what they’re talking about. They can only teach her so much of certain areas.

It would be so difficult for them to teach her to use her significant and notable power to defend herself as well as fight offensively. It would be difficult for them to advise her on how she should be fighting back or attacking. These people know nothing of war but they act like they know everything. Why has nobody put these kids who have been given the responsibility of saving the world at least a class in war tactics and strategies? I know they hate humans and think all humans are idiots, absolute buffoons but, we have a lot of wars and a lot of them have been recorded. A lot of the strategies and battle tactics have been recorded. The ogres and goblins could also be studied. Yet they’re just told to basically figure it out for themselves, especially Sophie. If the moves the council is making aren’t working and if they’re not happy with what Sophie is doing then maybe they should look somewhere else for ideas and knowledge.

I have said this before and I will say it again. They’re so worried about going to war and so eager to stay in their cushy castles that they don’t even realize that the war has already been going on. People have died, children have been abducted and tortured, half of a city was burned to the ground, an entire race was already nearly wiped out, several battles have already been fought. Another city aside from Ravagog and the capital was nearly destroyed ( Atlantis) and who knows how many people would have died if that hadn’t been stopped. The enemy themselves have made their intentions to rule the world clear and they have made it clear that they will do whatever they view as necessary to achieve their goals.

So many other horrible and deadly events have transpired but most of the elven population, including the people leading them, act almost as if Sophie is an adult investigator who is supposed to know what’s she’s doing and is trying to catch some duo robbing houses every now and then. It’s insane that this is the situation. Sophie has no idea what she’s doing because nobody has made an real effort to teach her how she’s supposed to fight, act, and defend herself and the people who are advising an criticizing her are (for the most part) highly unqualified to be doing so. Sophie has the potential to take The Neverseen down and they know that and at first they were kinda scared and wary of her. However, they also realized that she can only grow so much if she’s not given the right tools and knowledge to fight them, same with training. Once again, she’s only like halfway through her training and doesn’t know what she’s fully capable of. They know this so she’s not much of a threat to them anymore. They also know that her being able to act against them freely for the most part is still new, beforehand she and her friends had go against the council in order to fight The Neverseen.

This is it for now I guess. Feel free to add anything else.

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Taking His Beauty- Chapter Seven

A/N: I hope you are all as excited for this as I am CW: Not SFW, Dark Content, Yandere, Fem Reader, Reader Death, Major Character Death, Non-Con elements, Dubious Consent, A/B/O Dynamics, Forced Mating Bond, Omegaverse, Piss Kink, Scent Kink, Biting, Possessive Behavior, Knotting, Breath Play, Abduction, Slow Burn, Violence, Mild Gore, AU ---

Chapter Seven: Brain Worms Dabi wasn’t sure what day it was. Your rejection had sent him into a spiral of darkness and dissociation, where his nightmares were intense and almost too real. Where he saw himself in his childhood, a time in his life he had tried to forget and demonize. But there were parts he didn’t hate, parts where he felt loved and whole, and to be honest he hated that.             He had spent his adult life twisting his childhood into a dark world that was nothing but horrible abuse. But even he couldn’t deny that nothing was ever just black and white. There were shades of gray because the white blended with that damned black that couldn’t just take over everything. Dabi hated that he began to remember that soft touch and adoring look. He’d begun to remember his mother. She reminded him of you, the way you occasionally looked at him, yet it was for a completely different reason. Familial versus romantic. He needed you and he’d thrown them away. But he was pushing you away too right now, even though his soul practically screamed for you, even though his alpha craved to rub his scent over you again and again. He still saw you almost every day, you were still vigilant in your job, but you gave him physical space every second you could, you pushed him away emotionally and he could feel the mental chill that froze over his own elevated body temperature. He felt like he was breaking piece by piece. The only hope he had was in the letters, Shigaraki was freeing them, everyone who had gotten caught had already been reached but he was one of the last because of the high security he’d been in before. Now was the perfect time to bring him back into the fold, and to be honest he couldn’t wait. He needed the anchor of villainy and the others who had become his pack.

Yet, the thought of leaving you behind was unimaginable so his brain, no matter how scattered he was, tried to put together a plan. He had been unable to send out a response to the others yet, but he didn’t feel he could until he knew of a way to convince them to let him take you. He was certain Shigaraki would be completely against it. Hell, if it wasn’t something he wanted down to his very core, he also would be completely against it. But you had wormed your way under Dabi’s skin, snuck your way into his every waking hour and sometimes even his dreams. “Dabi?” His head snapped up from staring at his scarred hands, when he heard your voice. You stood in his doorway, your body language uncertain, pheromones soured with anxious energy. He narrowed his eyes and realized something was different in you today.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

You were reaching out once again, something you have been careful to avoid for so long. His eyes darted over your face, trying to understand what had caused the sudden shift in your demeanor.

“Worried ‘bout me again, doll face?” he asked, pasting a confident grin onto his lips.

Your gaze darted away from him.

“They killed the inmate. There was… a pheromone incident, a beating,” you shook your head as you explained you own worries. “The beta watching after them… abused their power because the inmate was an omega.”

There was a tremble in your words, a wobble in your lip when you looked up at him. Something about the whole situation was fucking you up. Dabi sighed, he was grateful you’d come to him, asking for comfort from him. But he hated that you cared so much about everyone else, even if it was an omega and beta. Even if it were two people who could never satisfy you the way he could.

You took a step forward when he didn’t respond. He stood, knowing instinctively what you needed.

“How could they do that?” you whispered hoarsely.

“The world ain’t kind, sweetheart,” he said. “Your t’ soft to work someplace like this.”

You were starting to shake, and your scent was pouring out to fill his room with distressed rotten melon smell. He huffed, frustrated that he couldn’t fix it. Until his alpha did just what he needed to do, what you needed him to. He reached out and pulled you into him, consequences be damned. You would learn you were his.

Your body didn’t fight his hold. You molded against his torso and buried your face into his chest. Despite being unable to scent him through all the crap the prison made him wear, it didn’t matter. Your panicked breaths were slowing.

A deep, hoarse, rumbling purr rolled from his chest. It stroked over your spine, and he watched as you slowly melted into him. He couldn’t stop himself from dropping his nose, nudging around your jawline and dragging his pointed canines along the fragile flesh of the curve. You shivered and began to squirm in his hands. He was so close to your gland. His mouth watered despite the way it still produced a rancid smell.

He shook his head and pulled back, “Ya alright doll face?”

You blinked up at him with wide, watery eyes and then nodded. But there was a hitch in your breath. Your fingers twisted in his uniform. It pulled the orange jumpsuit tight against his back.

He wanted to take you then and there, but he could see it, the hesitancy still wavering in your eyes. Gaining your trust now was more important than anything. Other than planting that little worm in your brain that would bother you from night until morning.

“Ya know, that’s not the first time they’ve done somethin’ like this,” his eyes warmed and narrowed slyly as you pulled back. “There’s lotsa things that get swept under the rug in here.”

You pulled out of his arms, swirling emotions in your gaze, suspicion, fear, and trust. He hoped that trust was aimed at him. He needed to move the plan faster. These next few days were his only hope of not leaving you behind. Of not fracturing his fragile mind anymore than it already was.

So, despite the way he wanted to pull you back into his arms. Despite the way his teeth ached to sink into your skin and how his cock screamed to be buried in your sweet little cunt, he could wait. He had to. He stepped further back in his cell, putting a calculated amount of space between the two of you.

“Isn’t your shift ending soon?” he asked innocently.

If he didn’t know how twisted his thoughts were, he might even call his tone concerned. Instead, he made sure his smile was soft.

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat before nodding.

There was hesitancy in your eyes before you left, like you wanted to stay with him, and he felt that chance he thought he’d lost, move back in front of his fingers again. Just waiting for him to pluck it at the right time. ---Taglist--- @crowned-peony

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