#sky was fine and getting by until he met pai

[the-wayside]

I think we need to think back to what Payu said, Pai is falling in love for the first time and that kinda...gets missed.

Yes, Sky has a horrific trauma and his fears feel justified because everything that happened to him previously. But at the same time, his worldview is corrupted by his trauma. Pai isn't his ex. Pai isn't one step away from leaving, he's all in.

Pai isn't in this with a full deck of cards. He doesn't understand why Sky would pull away at the first sign of anything rather than talking to him. Just that he's falling in love, he's happy, he thinks they're happy together and then...he's being ghosted and then he's broken up with.

It isn't a far off assumption to think that Sky was mocking him but Pai has faith but he needs Sky to confirm it, that his instincts, as new and fumbling as they are, are right. They're in love, not just him.

The thing about trauma no one likes to admit is that you develop maladaptive coping mechanisms. You act rashly and without cause to protect yourself which feels safe but isn't beneficial in the long run because Sky loves Pai. He's consistently self-inflicting pain because how he copes is all jumbled up.

Sky, in his own way, has always wanted and needed Pai to read between his lines and to push him. His journal proved that. He didn't want to allow himself to love Pai, not that he didn't. He didn't admit it until he thought he lost him and even then he still was telling him the inverse. Sky is trapped in his trauma and he needs Pai to make the steps inside his circle.

What I'm saying is there are no right answers when humans hurt each other like this because humans are humans. Messy, illogical and self-preserving. But they were both hurt. They both did things and said things and received pain. They ended it with honesty and finally breaking the cycle of Sky's maladaptive but protective coping strategy.

#phayu technically but we're adhering to the subs #love in the air #text #skyprapai #a thing about therapy is that you learn a problem is only a problem when it impacts your life #sky was fine and getting by until he met pai #now his strategies don't work and he has to confront them and that's not a bad thing #pai is also not wrong for being hurt and devestated #sky is his first love and the way sky shut it down was devestating #hoomins are hoomins

[baddestbittyontheblock]

leah williamson fic recs (1/2)

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𖥔 ۫  obsessed leah williamson x reader

-a fic with soft/smitten leah and her teammates making fun of her for it because she’s usually cold and not emotional or soft.

𖥔 ۫  come back... be here. leah williamson x reader

-Leah would tell anyone who asked that she was fine. She had captained the Lionesses to a European Championship, Arsenal was sitting comfortably at the top of the table, and she was on the cover of British GQ. Leah was fine, great even…until she saw you, camera in hand, looking as beautiful as you did the day she first met you; as beautiful as you did the day she fell in love with you; as beautiful as you did the day you left.

OR a post breakup meeting leaves Leah less than fine (though she’d be kidding herself to think she has been anything but broken since you got on that plane to New York).

𖥔 ۫  take a look at my girlfriend (she's the only one i got) leah williamson x reader

-captain leah is proud of all her accomplishments- but calling you her girlfriend is her favourite

𖥔 ۫  oh baby leah williamson x reader | Leah Williamson x Pregnant Actress!Reader, Reader x Platonic Bestie Austin Butler

-Your relationship with Leah has always been a secret to the public. So, when you’re photographed looking very pregnant and hanging out with your best friend, Austin Butler, the internet assumes he is the father. Leah, already hating Austin, gets jealous and wants to announce to the world that you’re married and expecting your first child together.

𖥔 ۫  traitor leah williamson x reader

-Leah and R have started to pursue a relationship with each other. How long will it take for their fans and teammates who are unaware to catch on? part three, you can find part one and part two here.

𖥔 ۫  hoodie leah williamson x reader

-Leah and Reader’s relationship is still building up together. And more people are catching on.

𖥔 ۫  good girls gone bad leah williamson x reader

-inspired by *that* clip

𖥔 ۫  "a williamson would never wear sky blue." leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  public relations leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  flatline leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  sisterly love leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  bedtime stories leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  "you kissed me." leah williamson x reader

-Running off on the adrenaline of winning the Euro's, Leah decides that she doesn't want to hold back how she feels for her childhood best friend

𖥔 ۫  instagram lives with me leah williamson x reader

-the posts that you and leah share on social media

𖥔 ۫  double support leah williamson x reader | alessia russo x reader

-in which; your girlfriends watch you make your return to chelsea after a long haul of recovery.

𖥔 ۫  reconcile. leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  proudest moment leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  only the beginning leah williamson x reader

-This is a follow up Proudest Moment which you can find here!

𖥔 ۫  It’s All Fun and Games... leah williamson x morgan!reader

𖥔 ۫  setbacks leah williamson x bronze!reader

-The Prequels: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

𖥔 ۫  introductions leah williamson x bronze!reader

𖥔 ۫  the reveal leah williamson x bronze!reader

-Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Setbacks

𖥔 ۫  hoodie leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  well you were leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  meeting morgan leah williamson x reader

-Sisterly Love Masterlist

𖥔 ۫  leah williamson blurb. leah williamson x reader

-Whispering jokes/loving words in a lecture/ school/church/a meeting. Trying not to laugh/ flirt back in fear of disturbing everyone else who's trying to pay attention.

𖥔 ۫  face masks and horror films. leah williamson x reader

-soft girlfriend banter

𖥔 ۫  leah williamson blurb leah williamson x reader

-“If we get caught, I’m blaming you” + “…You can’t make out with someone platonically.” 

𖥔 ۫  lessi and leah blurb leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫ “I swear if we get caught I’m actually going to kill you” leah williamson x reader | Fluff mostly, slight sexual references

-Leah’s GF has been busy during her injury period, meaning they’ve been like ships in the night. Reader decides to surprise her at one of her games.

𖥔 ۫ mrs williamson leah williamson x reader

-leah williamson supremecy always, all day every day

𖥔 ۫  ignorance is bliss ficlet leah williamson x reader

-feel free to read the proper full fic that this is a spin off from here

𖥔 ۫  like real people do leah williamson x reader

-a collection of private moments from a relationship between two public figures.

𖥔 ۫  abs leah williamson x reader | SMUT

-you shouldn’t be this distracted by your teammates abs, but its a good thing you are or something between you two never would have happened

𖥔 ۫  how could i ever (treat my baby that way) leah williamson x reader

-You’d think that between the chilly air coming out of the air conditioning in the room and the freezing cold drink in your hand that you’d be comfortably cool, body not overheating despite being in a slightly crowded bar. 

𖥔 ۫  i'm so furious (at you for making me feel this way) leah williamson x reader

-“What? You’re not gonna say ‘hi’?”

𖥔 ۫ first steps leah williamson x reader | fluff, boyfriend!leah, leah's first day back (fully)

-its leah first day running post-acl surgery and she's upset you're not able come, but viv, beth, and laura have a surprise for her

𖥔 ۫ playgirl leah williamson x reader | 18 + minors dni (smut, fingering, cunnilingus,) lots of angst, smut, hurt, fluff, fluffy soft smut

𖥔 ۫ I'd follow you around the world leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫ heels leah williamson x reader

-+ the gucci exhibition outfit

-𖥔 ۫ obvious leah williamson x fem!reader | blurb, fluff

-leah thinks she is slick, but she is quite the opposite

-𖥔 ۫ handyman leah williamson x fem!reader

-"-love do you have to stop at every single display room?" leah sighed with a tired smile as you collapsed on yet another sofa you had no intention of buying. "lee it's all a part of the experience! come, sit with me." you patted the brown leather with a beaming grin that leah just couldn't say no to as she wandered over and sat beside you.

-𖥔 ۫ work wife leah williamson x reader

-reader is Leah’s girlfriend and an Aussie or an American but plays for Arsenal and is the same age as less? so Leah requests they befriend less and make her feel welcome but then they become besties and Leah gets all pouty and jealous which reader finds hilarious cause her and less are just friends but she loves to wind Leah up

-𖥔 ۫ i licked it so its mine a.russo x l.williamson x reader

-katie’s story of “I licked it so it’s mine”, inspired a funny crack blurb with Leah x Less x Reader

-𖥔 ۫ all yours leah williamson x reader x lia wälti | fluff, angst, confessions of love, lack of taking care of themselves

-when r finds out that their two bestfriends (and secret crushes) have gotten together on a trip they go into a meltdown of feeling left out and unloved - lw2 sort them out and show them just how loved they are by the two of them

-𖥔 ۫ lucky charms leah williamson x reader

-leah wearing this rly full cross body bag to all the games so far and I’ve just thought how does a girl need so much stuff with her to watch the game?! Maybe a fic where Leah’s gf questions her about the cross body bag, she gets all shy and it turns out she’s carrying something of her gfs (lucky item, fav t shirt etc) to bring luck for the game.

-𖥔 ۫ losing leah williamson x reader

-you’d never felt more heart broken in your life than you did in this moment. Looking out at a crowd of people you didn’t know, a crowd of people that were feeling a fraction of the disappointment you were. You’d collapsed to the grass as soon as the whistle had blown, your heart shattering into a million pieces on the pitch. You’d worked your ass off, your whole team had worked their asses off, and yet you’d still fallen short, it still wasn’t enough.

-𖥔 ۫ asthma attacks leah williamson x reader | sickness angst and heart warming fluff

#woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #engwnt #engwnt x reader #lionesses #lionesses x reader #arsenal wfc #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #fic recs

[aliaology]

hello! i love all your writing so far, and i was wondering if you could write for trevor zegras? just like, a bunch of fluff and being at the hughes lake house. if not, it’s fine!!

ofc ♡ just beware i dont know trevor as well as i know the hughes brothers so ill do my best!

also tysm for ur support like actually— i just started on tumblr so this makes me feel so good 😭🤍

DON’T GET CAUGHT

summary: reader and trevor are secretly dating and need to keep quiet!

pairings: trevor zegras x cousin hughes!fem!reader

warnings: SHORT AGAIN IM SORRY.

the thrill of hiding your relationship felt exciting but so terrifying. although your cousins, cole and alex weren’t the brightest, they weren’t stupid either. they could catch on easily if you or trevor slipped up.

thankfully, neither of you have, yet. you kept everything behind closed doors, as much as you could. but thankfully, you got plenty of time with him, alone.

around 10:30 pm, everyone would be sound asleep. except for you and trevor. you two would giggle as you snuck outside and to the docks. you’d sit at the edge, your side pressed far into his. your hands would be intertwined.

his thumb would rub the side of your hand gently, in a calming manner that made you feel safe. your head would fall onto his shoulder and both of your legs would be ankle deep into the water unless it was too cold.

you two would sit in silence, watching the world around you change. watching the stars light up the night sky. he would watch the little balls of light reflect in your eyes. you would watch the way the waves moved slightly. he would fall in love with you. you would hold onto him tighter, and fall in love with him.

in the mornings, you would be up by 5:00 am, before the rest. you took morning runs and would make breakfast for everyone, in silence. that was until trevor adapted to your schedule, so he could have more time with you. there were days he would stay by himself though, allowing you to have time to yourself because you never get those.

when it was midday, and the boys were out and about, he would steal small kisses from you when no one was looking or around. whether it be in the hallway when you two pass each other, before you go to the bathroom, in the kitchen when he’s the last one out. one time you two almost got caught because he decided to kiss you right with the boys in front of you.

quinn thought it was too quiet and turned around, thankfully you two were paying attention.

you’ve had many, many close calls.

example:

“trevor they’re right next door.” you quietly laughed. his smile sent you over the moon as he gazed down at you.

“oh come on— they think im in the bathroom, just let me kiss you” he said in a hushed voice.

you let out a laugh as his head ducked down and his lips met yours. your arms hung loosely around his neck.

you two kind of set yourself up for this. the door was wide open as you two kissed in the middle of it. “how long does it take to piss, dude?” jacks voice rang through the house, muffled by his door.

“ill check on him” quinns muffled groan followed, along with his footsteps.

you two immediately jumped apart, you rushed quietly to your bed, sitting down and grabbing your journal, making it look like you were writing but stopped to talk to trevor, who leaned against your doorframe.

quinn opened the door and saw trevor against your doorframe. “dude, what are you doing?” he questioned.

“talking to y/n… why?” trevor asked.

quinn gave him a weird look before slowly shrugging. “just wondering… you coming back in?”

trevor nodded and went back in the room.

all in all, you and trevor were not the stealthiest when it came to your relationship. lets hope it stays that way.

might do a part two where everyone finds out xx

#trevor zegras #jack hughes #hockey #quinn hughes #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #x reader #jack hughes x reader #answered 🤍

[drefear]

Kitten Licks

Summary: You work with your friend with benefits, Miguel O'Hara in a restaurant in Nueva York as a bartender, but you both have secrets you cannot share. Will you be able to keep it, or will the cat come out of the bag?

part 1 - part 2

TW: alcohol, work, tiny bit of violence, stealing.

The black night sky made the air cold against your skin, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. The soft, shiny material of your catsuit made you warm against the cool breeze of the wind that hit your face and you heard the sirens in the distance. You had about 15 minutes before they realized that the most precious gem of the new egyptian display at the Met was stolen, and you had 16 minutes before Spider-man

 would be on your ass and barreling towards you like a battering ram at the speed of a jaguar, swinging with the pure intention of justice or whatever crap he spouted to the press. 

The adrenaline was completely worth it and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement flow through you as you thought of the large man coming to find and apprehend you. He almost always won, but you were never taken away. 

On top of this all, you worked tonight with your friend with benefits and coworker, which meant you’d probably end up hooking up with him and staying at his house, which meant you needed to shower about your heist. 

The gem in your bag was worth a couple million dollars, and you’d definitely add a delivery fee to whatever price Kingpin was going to throw at you. You weren’t some errand girl, you were a professional thief, a real life Lupen, a cat burglar for the rich and famous.

That is how you got your name. Well, that, and your super powers, but those were an accident. 

“Gatito.” A voice rang through your ears as your turned a corner and saw the glowing red mask you knew would be making an appearance soon., But this was too soon. 

“What took you so long, Spidey? I was starting to think you retired.” You tossed the stone from one hand to the other, balancing on one leg and quickly judging your surroundings for an exit strategy. 

“That would make your life too boring.” He replied, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes. You’d debated hooking a clawed finger into the fabric of that holographic suit and revealing his face, but he would never let you get that close. Only once had you gotten that close to him, and both of your hands had been restrained. He was strong. “Give me the gem.” 

“Fine, how much are you willing to pay?” 

“Your bail.” His sarcasm made your body feel like it was on fire, and you smiled playfully, showing off your unnecessarily sharp canines. 

“Not enough. See, my other client is paying me that tenfold and not putting me in jail, so I’ll have to pass, but thanks for the offer!” You waved and backflipped onto the rooftop below, sliding into an open window and shifting throughout the house quickly, as quiet as a mouse. Your heart pounded as you saw flashes of red and blue against the window, but you knew he wouldn’t risk barging into a household for you and the stone. Your feet pattered against the hard floor as you found a window on the opposite side of the apartment you’d broken into and you slipped down onto the fire escape, shimmying around the metal beams to hop across to the next building. 

You’d thought you’d lost him until an arm grabbed you mid air and yanked you onto a fire escape, your body pressed against his as you heard his breathing begin to relax. 

“You’re not as slick as you think you are.” He mumbled and pulled your bag open, only to see it was empty. 

“And you’re not as smart as you think you are.” You growled back and jumped over him, climbing the ladder of the fire escape and kicking him onto the railing, hearing a soft ‘oof’ before jumping into the night and landing on the sidewalk. 

With that, you ripped your mask off and fluffed your hair to blend in with the masses of people in Nueva York and your job was complete. You escaped with the artifact and got past spiderman. Success tasted good. 

You’d give the stone to Kingpin that same week, but the only goal you had for the rest of the night was to sleep so you could function at your job in a handful of hours, and sleep evaded you almost immediately when you got into bed that night. 

The next day, you walked into work with your bag on your shoulder and heard a deep voice call out your name. 

“Late night?” Miguel called over the bar as you set down your bag and glanced behind you to his register. 

“Sorta.” You answered and shoved your bag under the countertop, looking up at him as he poured vodka into a tin to prepare whatever cocktail he was making. You tugged off your sweatshirt and dropped it into your bag, then closed the cabinet and stood up straighter as he looked you over. “How’d you know?” 

“Your eyes are glassy.” He concluded as he shook the drink and poured it out into a short glass. His eyes found yours and you furrowed your brows while scoffing at his comment. 

“Thanks.” You answered and he rolled his eyes, making you catch a glimpse of a large bruise on the back of his neck. “What about you? Get some action last night?” 

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous. Why would you even-” He turned to you defensively and glared at you with annoyance as you interrupted. 

“The back of your neck. Is it a bruise or a hickey?” You wiped your hands with a rag and studied his reaction as he suddenly got a bit nervous. 

“Bruise. I walked into something.”

“Backwards?” 

“No, just-” He sighed, stuttering a bit now, “I bent down and hit my neck on something.” 

“Then you didn’t walk into anything.” You added, poking him in the side and laughing. 

“What are you, a cop?”

“Nah, just concerned. Seems like you’ve got some memory loss from that hit.” You continued to joke until he splashed you with water from the sink as your manager walked out and sighed. 

“Can you two stop flirting and get back to work?” Ben sulked and pinched his nose, still wearing sunglasses. 

“Ben, I’m not even clocked in.“ You answered and he looked up while flaring his nostrils. 

“Then fucking do it.” He barked and you just ignored him, tapping the register screen and watching him storm away as an older couple sat at the bar while you tied on a little apron, moving to grab a tray and looking around for any new tables. “You’re on bar tonight!” Ben yelled across the restaurant as you huffed. Turning to face Miguel, he waved at you and tossed a bar key to you as you made your way back to the bar. 

“You’re at service bar.” 

“You are my greatest enemy.” You answered as he smiled and winked, wiping down a martini glass as you hung your head.

#miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #atsv miguel

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Um so, reader was a princess, and when she was alive if you wanted to court her, you had to beat her in a fight. If you lost you had to pay, with money, property, clothes, crops, animals, food. Anything really. And many many men tried but all failed. So she had a lot of stuff when she died (I imagine that she probably had feasts with all the food that she got)

So reader is a participant in ragnarok, and says like “if you win I’ll let you court me”

with Buddha, Loki, Thor, Lu Bu, Jack, Poseidon, Hades, Kojiro, Ares, Hermes, and Odin

(this is based off of the princess that if you lost you had to gift her, I think, ten horses. So when she died she had like 10,000 horses)

Ah you mean Khutulun! Great-great-granddaughter of Genghis Khan himself!

-You were a Mongol nomadic princess, part of a once great nation that by the time you were born was beginning to wane. However, just because the nation’s power was waning, didn’t mean your own was.

-You were the strongest of your siblings, the only girl out of thirteen brothers, able to beat them in any sort of combat sport from archery to horseback riding to your personal favorite, wrestling!

-None could oppose you, even men two to three times your size, you always pinned them, you always won!

-This stemmed from the deal you made with your father, giving him power as a bonus, that you would only marry someone if they beat you in wrestling, and if they lost, they had to give you 100 horses.

-You settled down after your father’s reputation took a blow, after you remained unmarried, despite the 10,000 horses you now called your own.

-In Valhalla, your reputation preceded you, as you rose in your prime, when you were winning horses left and right, as well as food, treasure, and fine silks, and you were delighted to meet truly strong people, ones you could test your strength against.

-Many were eager to find out if your legends were true, if you were undefeatable, many were cocky and quickly learned that your legends were completely true, as you beat them left and right, making it look easy!!

-Despite getting to challenge warriors from all over the world and from all points in history, you quickly grew bored with these weaklings that kept trying to challenge you, day after day, wanting you for their own, but your stipulations remained intact, if they wanted the chance to court you, they needed to beat you and so far, none were worthy to do so.

-That is, until you met (Love) who just seemed to radiate power, power that quickly caught your interest and you could feel your pulse rushing as he came, seeking you out, as he was curious if your strength was really all that.

-You cracked your knuckles, giving him a flirty wink, “If you beat me you can date me.” While surprised at your arrogance in your skills, he agreed, wanting to test himself.

-Was stunned, staring up at the sky as you bent over him, hands on your hips, huffing lightly. He didn’t win, but he sure as hell gave you a workout, more than anyone ever had in your whole life, alive or dead. You beamed down at him, “That was fun! Wanna go again?” he groaned as he sat up, feeling achy and stiff all over, “You’re inhuman, I hope you know that.” You weren’t bothered, “I just know what I want, and I want someone who can beat me- that proves that they’re strong.” He grinned up at you, taking your hand as you spoke, “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat and drink- you can try again tomorrow.” Despite the pain he felt, he wanted to try again, feeling drawn to you.

            -Ares, Kojiro, Jack, Hermes, and Loki

-He couldn’t believe it, he had lost! He was one of the strongest warriors in Valhalla and he lost to a maiden of all things!! You beamed as you offered your hands to help him up, banged and bruised but grinning as you had finally gotten what you wanted, a match that made you work for the win! He took your hands after seeing the gesture and you easily pulled him to his feet, “You’re the closest anyone has ever gotten! You’re pretty strong!” he felt a bit flattered at your praise because you meant every word of what you had said. He ached, but in a good way, as you gave him what he also wanted, someone who could stand up to him for more than a few seconds. The two of you ended up going out for food and drinks, not a date, as you asked him to fight you again tomorrow and he grinned at your enthusiasm. You truly were unlike any woman he had ever met before and he didn’t want to let you go.

-Buddha, Thor, Lu Bu, Poseidon, Hades, and Odin

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror ares #ror kojiro sasaki #ror jack the ripper #ror hermes #ror loki #ror buddha #ror thor #ror lu bu #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror odin

[httpsjeonglvr]

Coloud you do one where reader is the youngest sibling in the sully family she was on Pandora before jake arrived she was a assident of grace she became a full navi before her brother because she was hurt badly during the escape like grace but unlike grace she was transfurde to her avatar body she was in a relationship with miles and still cares deeply for him she the main reason he turns his back on the rpd and joins the navi in the end to be with her and spider :)

A/N: I love this request and I hope you like it because I was just writing whatever came to my mind

For the lovely @rachelcarroll1819

Part 2??

WHEN YOU HAD first heard of this experiment of going to a world full of blue aliens you jumped at the opportunity and that’s where you met Grace and Quaritch the man who fell in love with only for him to ruin it with his evil intentions.

When you had first joined Grace's side Miles would non stop flirt with you because you played hard to get until you had finally given in and you had a very productive night. You thought everything was going great, you had an attractive boyfriend and your brother was helping with something you enjoyed until you found out he and Miles were planning to destroy the home tree which broke your heart and you yelled and hit him until you were tired.

Jake had gained some sense and also fallen for Neytiri so he fought against Quaritch’s team which resulted in him and many innocent Navi dying including Neytiri’s father. You were left devastated and severely injured until Norm and Jake found your body and took you to the lab where you were permanently placed in your avatar body because your human body was too weak and he failed to save it.

You found out you were pregnant with your son and that filled a hole in your heart,since your human body was week Norm had to do surgery so he was born early. Luckily he hadn’t many health issues and grew into a healthy young man.

Time skip to a few years later your baby boy is now a teenager and wanting to explore Pandora more which you loved because the world was beautiful and you were the same when you were younger. Though you still very much missed Miles you had to be strong and work hard for your son. That was all going well until he was taken by the RDA who unknowingly led by the father of your son.

You and your older brother had to leave Pandora to seek safety from the RDA who was targeting your brother and his family. Though it was a struggle to convince the Metkayina to take you considering you were a part of the war,they reluctantly did and you were learning their ways so you would be useful.

You were sitting at the beach playing with the Ilu’s reminiscing about your times with Miles who acted tough around others but was a total softy with you. You weren’t paying attention so it surprised you when a presence came beside you,you turned around to see your older brother,he had always tried to make sure you were okay and felt included ever since your only son was taken away from you.

“How are you doing sis?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest as your groaned. You haven’t been getting any sleep lately wondering where Spider was and if he was okay. “I’m fine” You looked into his eyes and could tell he didn’t believe you but didn’t press further so he nodded and left you to be,you always liked to be by yourself when you were going through things it calmer you down until…

Third Person POV:

The sky was now dark, grey and gloomy as a depressing aura had surrounded a specific spot in the ocean. Tonowari, Ronal, Jake and Ney'tiri were in the waters on their skimwings, as many Tulkuns had circled around one that floated above water.

Ronal approached the Tulkun, praying to Eywa that it wasn't who she thought it was. The closer to got, she knew her answer. It was her spirit sister.

The woman hopped off her creature, releasing strangled breaths as she touches Roa's head, looking over the Tulkun who was now dead. She jumps up onto Roa's flipper, and glances more around with tears building up fast, "She was spirit sister." She told the new incomers, crying out incoherent noises.

Behind her watching the scene, You,Jake and Ney'tiri bowed your heads to respect the fallen, and also with guilt as they knew the humans did this.

"She was the composer of songs!" Ronal cried out, sobbing for the loss of her spirit sister, "We would sing together." She looked to her side, and spotted Roa's young child, crying out even more seeing this.

"She had waited many breeding cycles to have his calf." She explains to the Sully's, lips trembling as her breathing was labour with sobs, "The whole clan was happy for her."

Ronal kept releasing cries, as her hand had not move from Roa's head, "What is this Tonowari?" She briefly looked back at her mate and Jake, "What is this!"

Tonowair felt his mates pain, and exhaled shakily as he looked to the side, trying to keep his emotions calm.

Jake moved the sea creature him, and Ney'tiri were on as he now notices the bright red bags, and a beeping tracking device on Roa's flipper. Instantly they knew what this was. The sky people were back, and closer than ever.

The rain was pelting down on the environment of Pandora, as thunder was heard and loud, but wasn't as loud as the everyone gathered under the main area.

"My spirit sister, and her baby have been murdered by the sky people!" Ronal told everyone gathered, gaining noises back from them and a hiss from Tonowari.

"This war has come to us!" He looked at everyone in the crowd, holding his spear up high in one hand, "We knew about this hunting of our Tulkun people, way over the horizon, far away! Now, it is here!" He declared yelling, slamming his spear down onto the ground as him, and the people of the clan started to hiss and hold our their tongues.

 Jake now tried calming them down, knowing if they didn't do something soon, more Tulkun would die, "You gotta understand how the sky people think! They don't care about the great balance!"

Ney'tiri glanced around the aggressive Metkayian with a heavy frown, keeping Kiri close to her side with Tuk.

Neteyam also tried getting people to quiet down, and hear his fathers words as he pulled (Y/N) by the arm away from the aggressive Na'vi, "Listen! Listen to him!"

"The sky people are not gonna stop!" Jake motions with his hands, and brings them down slowly, "This is only the beginning. You guys gotta tell your Tulkun to leave!" He turns around to them all, rising his voice, "You gotta tell them to go far away!"

"Leave?" Ronal hisses her question to him, staring at him in disbelief, "You live among us, and you learn nothing!"

A Metkayina Na'vi behind Ronal now shouted, holding up his spear also, "We will fight to protect our brothers and sister!" He yips out noises, and sticks his tongue out, as the rest of his clan copy him.

Jake become more alarmed at this, and span around to everyone quickly, "No! No- if you attack, if you fight, then they will destroy you!" He yelled his plead, "They will destroy everything that you love!" His voice cracked a little, continuing his pleading as he motions this to Ronal, who automatically places a hand over her pregnant stomach.

The oceanic Na'vi clan once again ignored his words, and yelled out some more, causing Jake to scream pleads to them all.

"Listen to him!" (Y/N) now tried yelling to the overhyped group, not wanting more death on this clan as Neteyam helps her with shouting out as well, "He speaks the truth!"

Jake, having enough of no one hearing him out, he quickly grabs the red tracker that Neteyam was holding, and jumped up to the highest point in front of them all, showing the tracked as they quieted down. "You tell the Tulkun that if they're hit by one of these, they're marked for death."

Ronal looked to her mate, face full of sorrow and sadness took over their features hearing this.

"A call for me. I'll silence it." Jake tolds the massive group, and took some deep breaths before talking again, "Saving their lives, that's all that matters. Right? Saving your family." He finished, eyes landing on the leaders last as all the Metkayina clan takes in his words.

Tonowari looked down at his mate, who was holding onto his arm, and she nods her answer to him. He turns back to Jake and his people, motioning out to sea with his spear, "Tell the Tulkun."

"Go." Ronal orders, voice on the edge of cracking with her emotions all over the place from all these recent events. Her people listened to her, and all started to rush off towards the water, going to find their Tulkuns.

Many Avatar soldiers were holding guns as they landed, and Lo'ak stood over (Y/N)'s laying down the body with his knife bared and hissed threateningly at them.

He goes to lunge at one of them, but the Avatar deflects his attack and hits his arm, as he grabs him and shoves Lo'ak to the ground, stopping the agitated male.

Meanwhile, (Y/N), Tsireya, and Tuk were escaping the net, and fighting back the people that were trying to restrain them, as they all yelled.

An Avatar grabbed (Y/N) by the back of her neck, causing her to lash out and headbutt his nose, as she threw herself back into his body.

He groaned painfully at the hits, cursing at her as she hissed a threat, but he kicked her leg and it caved in on her, as he grabbed onto her queue and held a knife up to it.

From the top of the stairs inside the ship, Spider was quickly running down towards the scene, "Hey, hey! What are you doing, stop!" He shouted as he ran down onto the deck, but the human soldiers stopped him, "Stop! Don't hurt them!"

Spider looks at Lo'ak, who couldn't move forward with the guards on him, and questions, "Bro, you okay?"

Lo'ak, who was currently trying to fight the Avatar's hold against the ground, looks at Spider sarcastically, "Yeah, great cuz, never better."

Spider releases a breath, and his attention is drawn to his father who landed his Banshee and jumps off of it onto the deck. He wondered where his mother was since he knew she wouldn't let them leave by themselves before he caught her teary-eyed gaze.

"Get back to the bridge." Quaritch orders as he points to Spider, then the ship, "Keep him there!"

The guards listen with head nods, and shove back the teen boy as he scowls and gets forcefully pushed away from the deck.

Back on the deck, Quaritch strolled up the the teens being held against their own will, and spots (Y/N) teary-eyed and hissing Lo'ak, making him freeze.

"Yeah, I remember you ." He declares as the ones holding the two lift them up, making them hiss more against the hold, "Cuff 'em to the rail, all of 'em. except for the lady"

When he orders this, the group pulls the kids towards the rail despite their trying to fight back against it with yells and shoves. (Y/N) tried to elbow the one holding her, but he just tugged on her queue making her release a pained nose as she got led away from the kids.

Not being able to break free from the Avatars, Tsireya, Lo'ak, and Tuk all get attached to the railing by the red chains.

(Y/N) grumbled under her breath as she moves her head to the side, the lady in between Quaritch and his sidekick.

"Be brave." Lo'ak rasps from beside her, as he hears his little sister's noises of nervousness, and (Y/N)'s ears flicker at his voice, turning to his direction.

A second later, both the children attached to the railing and the Avatars, plus guards on the ship all heard the sound of warrior Na'vi whooping and yipping.

From around the corner of the giant, tall rock, out came a group of Metkayina warriors on their Skimwings, and they let themselves be known to the sky people on the ship.

"Na'vi inbound!" One of the Avatars informed others, as they all saw the incoming threat heading right for them. The guards focused on the incoming crowd and started to rise their guns.

"Dad!" Tuk yelled out in relief, smiling happily seeing that her father was coming to save them.

"Weapons up! Spread out!" One of the Avatars beside the captain ordered, as they all got into position and aimed their guns at the Na'vi warriors.

Jake, who was also leading the group up front with Tonowari, told him to stop them. Tonowari raised his spear up in the air, signaling his command as the other warriors all stopped their advances, and waited within the water.

Back on the ship, Quaritch removed the communication device on Lo'ak and took his earpiece. He placed the earpiece in his ear, and held the speaker to his mouth, getting ready to talk.

Jake looked through the eyeglass of his gun, and saw who was on the ship, as his heart rate picked up seeing his children on there, and spotted (Y/N)'s scared face, making him become more anxious, "They got our kids-" He moved the scope right, "Your daughter-" Tonowari let out a sound, obviously upset, "(Y/N), Tuk, Lo'ak.." Ronal hissed, releasing some strangled breaths.

All of a sudden, Quaritch started to talk into the mouthpiece, "Jake, tell your friends to stand down. If you want your kids back, you come out alone." He then pulls out his gun from his side, holding it up to show him, "You know better than to rest my resolve." He brings down the gun to the back of (Y/N)'s head, making her blood run cold and tense up. She was happy to see that he and their son was alive but it seemed like he had forgotten everything they had been through or that he simply didn't care, that thought alone brought a bigger frown to her face.

Lo'ak growled seeing this, ears flat against his head as he was trying to pull his hands out of the hold, exclaiming his protest along with the Tuk, and Tsireya. However, (Y/N)'s face remained calm.

Jake's lips went into a straight line, clenching his jaw angrily seeing the situation and releasing an upset noise, removing the gun from his eyesight.

"I took you under my wing, Jake, and you betrayed me. The both of you did" Jake hears the Avatar's voice through the comms, "You killed your own. Good men and women. I will not hesitate to execute your sister."

Jake stared at the ship where (Y/N) was held at gunpoint, and his actual two children with deep worry, and he presses the comm around his neck, "Just wait one." He answers Quaritch, before exhaling shakily and turning to Ronal, and Tonowari.

Looking behind him, he saw all the ready warriors for the fight as he made up his mind, and  turns back to Tonowari, holding up a hand to signal stop, "Hold here."

"They are killers of Tulkun." Tonowari reminded firmly, as he turned to him and holds up spear forward, "They must die. Here, today."

Jake looked back at his new friend, "It's me that they want. That's what all this has been about, right?" He speaks to him strongly, shaking his head, "The hunting of the Tulkuns. The taking of our kids."

Tonowari held a conflicted face, as his blue eyes flicked back and forth from the ship to Jake, and remains quiet. Ronal on the other hand, was not, "You brought this upon us!" She hisses with venom, and turns to him with a scowl, "You!"

Jake nods with a solemn face, ears flat against his head as he looks down for a second, and then back up to her, "Then, it is me who has to do it."

Tonowari released a puff of air out of his nose, giving Jake a look he didn't understand, but he held up his spear and signaled once more for the warriors to stay where they were.

"Offers to fix to expire. What's it gonna be?" Quaritch questioned through the comms, gun pushing against (Y/N)'s head more as she hissed under her breath, anxiety growing by the second.

"Check your fire. I'm coming out." Jake simply replied to him through the comms, as he place his gun behind him and makes his skimwing move forward.

Up above in the air, Ney'tiri saw her mate going forward out of the group, alone making her grow worried, "Ma Jake, what is happening?" She asked through the earpiece, but he didn't answer.

"Ma Jake?" She tried again, but he didn't answer making her release a scared noise.

Jake looked down, a heavy frown on his face as he couldn't reply to her, as he knew Quaritch would hear too.

Unbeknownst to them all, Payakan had sensed that (Y/N) was in danger as he felt the girl's emotions through the waves' vibrations. He was now lurking behind some rocks, making raging clicking noises as he spots Lo'ak, and his friends in danger.

Next to Quaritch on the ship, a squad member of his aimed his gun directly at Jake, seeing him through the scope, "Easy shot."

Quaritch lowered Lyle's gun from the aim, staring at him with a stand-down look, "You hit him now, they attack." He turns back around, and looks at the incoming Jake, "Wait till he's on board."

Lo'ak heard what he said, and let out a loud, displeased growl with his teeth bared.

(Y/N), on the other hand had her eyes closed as she kept whispering to herself, hoping her new Tulkun friend would come to save them in their time of need, despite the gun at her head.

And her prayers were heard when out of nowhere waves were being formed roughly in the water. The Metkayina noticed this happening but said nothing, as (Y/N)'s eyes flew open just when a familiar Tulkun jumped out of the water, "Payakan!"

Payakan made a noise as he made his body flip onto the boat, landing on it as he created a huge splash and ended up crushing the guards all underneath him.

Because of the force of his land, Quaritch was thrown off balance and the gun to (Y/N)'s head wasn't there anymore, as the children were thrown sideways but got caught themselves quickly.

Payakan thrashed his fins out, throwing guards in machine suits away who were firing at him, and many people off the ship. "Open fire! Open fire!" A few of the Avatars yelled out, as they and the guards start to shoot at Payakan, but it didn't affect him as his thick skin protected him.

"Brother!" Lo'ak yelled to his buddy, kicking the gunman forward that was in front of him, as the sky person was knocked off balance. One of Payakan's fins came crashing down onto the gunman and killed him.

"Woah.." (Y/N) breathed out in amazement, her body somewhat in front of Lo'aks as she shielded him away, and they both watched how Payakan threw his back fins around, causing crab suits to crash onto more guards, that were coming and made damage everywhere on the deck.

Jake saw this happening and released a batter cry as he rushed forward on his skimwing, and the other warriors followed behind. Ronal let out a yipping cry, throwing her spear up in her hand as Tonowari warrior cried also, joining Jake along with his people.

Back on the ship, Payakan was being shot at from above as he wailed out and lifted his tail fin and hit the bridge where the sky people were shooting him from, sending them flying in the air.

An Matador out in the water prepared their weapons, as they approached the front of where Payakan was, who was roaring and moving about. Just as they fired a missile into Payakan's mouth, he closed it and leaned forward the top of his head, and it bounced off the hard bit, landing into the ship, as it created even more chaos.

Payakan went to dive back into the ocean, letting out a final roar as his tail flicked the last of the sky people's machines away. All the Metkayina warriors let out cries, and charged forward noticing this, and open fire was released from the Matador onto them, as the warriors all dived into the water, narrowly missing the incoming bullets.

The Avatars on the ship started to go on their Ikrans, flew off to take on the fight, "Sully's inbound. I want eyes on him!" Quaritch yelled out to however was left, and walked off towards his Ikran.

A helicopter from above also started to fire down at the warriors underneath the water, and Ney'tiri saw this happening as she directed her Ikran down towards it, pulling her bow back and released an arrow with a yell. Her arrow went straight into the sky persons chest driving it, causing the machine to spin out of control and crash down into the water.

All the warriors, including Tonowari and Ronal killed the sky people, either stabbing them with their spears or sending arrows at them. Jake joined them in the fighting, as he was above water on his skimwing and fired his gun at the smaller ships.

He was doing this for a little while, firing or dodging bullets from the sky people, as his ammo ran out and he quickly reloaded.

Over in the seadragon, another helicopter was about to take off and join the fighting, but Ney'tiri appeared on her Ikran and shot her arrow at the pilot, killing him as she flew back over the water with a yip.

Quaritch found her doing this, and started to shoot at her with his gun, as she avoided and dodged the hits from him with yells.

However, appearing from below him was Jake with his own battle cry as he fired his gun at him, but quickly ran out of bullets. He cursed under his breath, throwing away the gun and dived under the water to avoid Quaritch's bullets.

Somewhere else in the water near the fight, ships tried to shoot at Payakan, but he quickly flicked his tail upwards so they flew up and landed badly onto the seadragon.

Then, suddenly the ship started to move forward and the propellers started to spin, making the fire that was already there become even bigger.

This pushed the ship forward quickly, which lead them into a massive rock, and it skidded along it. The seadragon climbed on the rock, and started to fly off of it, but splashed back into the water.

This sent those tied on the boat up in the air, with yells from the girls and made them crash back onto the deck with groans when the ship landed.

"You okay?" Lo'ak questioned everyone airily, but his hand was reaching for (Y/N)'s as she had her head leaning against the railing, wincing.

He received a groan in response, and the kids started to pull at their restraints from the rail, as hard as they could, but it wouldn't budge.

Lo'ak now started to kick the bent rail with his foot, yelling when it wouldn't work, but suddenly an ilu sprang out of the water, and the familiar figure of Neteyam appeared on the deck with them.

"Neteyam!" Tuk cheered with a bright grin, as he quickly made his way over to them all.

(Y/N) released a thankful breath, eyes a bit watery seeing him alive and coming to rescue them, as her lips turn upwards.

"Hey baby brother." Neteyam greeted with a tease at Lo'ak, as he cuts through Tsireya's restraints, "Need some help?"

After cutting hers, he moved onto Tuk's and got her free with his knife, and finally drop down to (Y/N), giving her a small grin with worried eyes, "Auntie are you okay?”

She chuckles watery, and gives him a smile back, but it doesn't reach her eyes as he gently cuts her hands free, and presses a hand to the side of her neck, checking for injuries.

When he found none, he helped her stand up and started giving instructions to the two other girls, while holding (Y/N)'s arms, "Go that way, and get Tuk out of here."

Tsireya listened, and gently ushered Tuk away with her as Lo'ak complained about Neteyam, "Bro- hurry up!" He grumbled, giving an eye roll.

Neteyam smirked cheekily at him, and turned to (Y/N) briefly, "Stay here for a moment, okay?" He gently tells her with a thick accent, eyes flickering around as she nods, and she quickly pressed her lips onto his forehead.

"Who's the mighty warrior?" Neteyam teases once more with a massive grin, and helps Lo'ak free from his restraints, "Come on, say it."

Lo'ak scoffed jokingly, shaking his head but a smile crossed his face nevertheless, as Neteyam finally got him free and touched his head, "Come on, lets go."

(Y/N) smiled warmly seeing the brothers getting along once again but stopped when she realized that Spider was still with his father and she needed to get him back even if that meant hurting her first love.

"Lo'ak! Auntie!" Neteyam hissed lowly, as the two behind the said teen watch him grab a gun and check if it has ammo, "What are you two doing?" He asked frantically, as he watches their movements.

"They have Spider. We gotta get him." Lo'ak informed the two, as he held the gun in his arms from the dead sky person.

Neteyam heisted at this, as he glances down at (Y/N) who was already looking at him, and she gives him a unsure, but determined look. Neither of the brothers wanted her in danger, but she was here with them now, and there was no going back.

"C'mon bro, we can't leave him." Lo'ak reasoned as he stood up, and tilted his head towards inside the ship.

Neteyam clenched his jaw, shaking his head and let out a frustrated hiss, before placing a hand behind (Y/N)'s back, pushing her forward to make sure she was in between them, as they all went to go save Spider.

Up above near somewhere in the ship, (Y/N), Neteyam and Lo'ak were holding onto the beams above the soldiers, and crawled across them upside down.

When the three heard yells of the sky people below them, they all stopped and made sure to stay quiet. (Y/N)'s ears twitched hearing the voices so close, as her eyes made contact with Neteyam's ones, and she give him a head flick.

She quickly turned to Lo'ak and did the same thing, as they moved towards an area uptop, where they walk on above them all.

The boys helped (Y/N) up on the yellow beams, as Neteyam lead the group with his knife in hand, while Lo'ak held his gun in hand and the three stopped at the ledge of the beam, spotting Spider with some of the soldiers.

The three of them shared a look as the sky people, and Spider were about to pass under him, and before the brothers could signal to jump down, (Y/N) was already jumping and landed down with a commando roll.

She elbowed one in the face that was coming at her, as the brothers eyes went wide watching this amazement and quickly jumped down to join her, all dealing with their own sky person.

Neteyam shoved one away into the water that was coming up behind (Y/N), as she kicked one away in the stomach, both soldiers landing in the ocean.

Lo'ak knocked one out with his gun, yelling as he did so, and swung at another one near Spider, while (Y/N) punched the last one away that was behind Lo'ak, wincing as she did so from the hit on her knuckles.

Spider immediately joined the fighting seeing them, as he took off some of the soldiers oxygen masks off, and punched one in the face with a grunt.

None of them noticed the one on the floor, who was hurt but went to grab the gun near him and go to aim it at (Y/N), who had her back turned, however, Lo'ak hissed seeing this and aimed his gun at him, spraying the sky person with bullets, successfully killing him.

(Y/N) span around hearing the gun, as she ran up to Lo'ak and pressed a hand against his arm, making sure he was alright as the male stares at the dead person, chest heaving.

"Bro, come on." Spider calls out to them, knowing they needed to go as more sky people would be coming after them.

"Let's go." Neteyam tells the two next to him, pressing a hand behind (Y/N)'s back as he guides her in front of him and Lo'ak, and she was the first one to jump down from the platform, the other three following behind.

"Thanks, guys-" Spider went to start talking, looking between the trio, but Lo'aks and (Y/N)'s eyes were behind him, looking at something incoming.

Their eyes got wide like saucers as they spot Lyle from the opposite pathway, and the Avatar spots them, going to take out his weapon.

"Go! Go!" Spider urges them with a yell, going to pull (Y/N) to safety but Neteyam shielded her body with his as he shoves Lo'ak with them, who went to aim his gun at Lyle.

The brothers had the girl in between them, as they ducked and covered from the incoming bullets at them and Spider leads them towards a smaller area, away from the guns.

The group stumbled into the place, leaning their backs against the walls as (Y/N) catches her breath, hands on the brothers forearms, as the gun fire continued at them.

"Gimme that!" Neteyam exclaimed to Lo'ak hurriedly, as he leans over (Y/N) and swipes the gun from his brothers hands, reloading the ammo and lifted it up to fire out randomly at the Avatars shooting at them.

The Avatars ducked for cover at his shooting, while he continues to fire the gun and briefly turns back to the group, motioning to go.

"Go, go, go!" Neteyam yelled to his brother, as the girl was making protest noises to leave him alone but Lo'ak grabs her hand and pulls her with him, following behind Spider who leads them.

"Teyam!" She shouts at the teen still firing, turning around to stare with wide eyes, but her voice became muffled when she got pulled into the water by Lo'ak, along with Spider, and they all made a splash as they dived in.

Back on the ship, Neteyam was finishing all the bullets left inside the gun, as he eventually ran out of ammo and threw the gun aside. Taking a quick deep breath, he jumped over the yellow railing and dived into the same pool the three went into.

Meanwhile, Lo'ak was helping (Y/N) swim under the ship with Spider next to them and the three quickly resurfaced above the water, treading their legs.

A familiar sound of an ilu clicking and chirping caught (Y/N)'s attention, as she turns around and spotted Tsireya on Ila, causing her to grin relieved at seeing both her new friends safe.

"Ila!" She cheers with a happy laugh, as her ilu clicks back with her flippers splashing against the water excited, also relieved to see her rider.

"Get on! Quick!" Tsireya hurries the group, as Lo'ak urges Spider forward onto the ilu, keeping a eye on (Y/N) as the girl was now frantically looking around the water.

"Where is he? Where is Neteyam-" She rants out of breath, heart rate picking up with nervousness as she looks behind her, and spots Neteyam's head resurfacing.

 However, her eyes go wide and stomach drops as she spots Neteyam having a hand placed over his heart, and blood now started to leak into the water, "No...no don't do this." She pleaded, going to reach a hand out to him, and he reached out as well, but winced and pulled it back.

"Go!" He shouted through his teeth at her, and the others, as his face was shown to be in deep pain, "I'm shot-"

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New Neighbor part 8

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

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Illustrated Au, here's your human knocking out the eight part of this fic! Did not think it would get so much love or I would write so many part but here we are! Anyways, picture was made by @qep0ermint!

The dinner at Gepeto's was a success, Wally enjoyed seeing M/n enjoy himself and admittedly he got a tad jealous at M/n's close friendship with Gepeto but it didn't stop him from enjoying the simple and cozy dinner with him.

M/n carefully grabbed Wally's hand and guided him outside of the restaurant after Gepeto insisted that it was on the house.

"Gepeto and you are really close, huh?," Said Wally trying to sound indifferent but he was failing because M/n could see the light crease in his eyebrow and how he tighten his hold just a tad on his hand. M/n chuckles softly while squeezing Wally's hand back for reassurance.

"He is like a brother to me, the way we met was kinda comical, almost as if it was scripted," M/n said picking Wally's interest, he looked at M/n as a sign for him to carry on while he basked in how beautiful M/n looked under the moonlight.

"I was running around this town, script's and rough drafts for some novels in hand until I crashed into him making all the paper fly around the air. He helped me up and I realized how nervous he looked, I of course asked why and he just spilled everything from how he got divorced recently to how he couldn't afford to buy the restaurant you and I were in a minute ago," M/n said while, with his hand still holding Wally's, moving his hands in motions that represented some part fo the story. Wally blushed at how handsome M/n was, mostly with how the moon was making his eyes sparkle in a almost perfect way.

"What happened then?," Asked Wally curious now looking at the sky, it was beautiful the colors that were being mixed. He should paint it, he should paint M/n with the sky so he could call it his masterpiece.

"After a year of friendship was stablish I decided that it was time to make Gepeto's a reality and bought the restaurant for him with my savings! He cried and has never let me pay a meal since then, not even after I told him that it was fine if he didn't pay," M/n said now looking at Wally's eyes while smiling softly. The sight made Wally swallow harshly as he seemed to get lost in a trance, he could paint him and it will still not be a match to the actual god like beauty that M/n, his date, possessed.

"I did promise you a dance so, would you care for a dance my darling?," Asked M/n while his eyes flickered from Wally's to his lips and then back to his eyes. Wally blushed at the action and smiled while shyly nodding a yes, M/n started humming a song and the sound of M/n's voice mixing with the soft whistle of the wind and the crickets had become the perfect white noise for Wally if he tried to sleep. They swayed from one side to the other, occasional twists and dips happened and small laughs were shared between the two of them. It was a perfect moment.

Wally sighted happily while now cuddling next to M/n on the grass against a maple tree. M/n smiled and looked at Wally gaining his attention when he pushed a strand of his blue hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear, he blushed while M/n cupped his cheek with care which made Wally melt. Wally slowly started going closer to M/n and the opposite closed the gap between them with a soft kiss. When M/n pulled apart from Wally he had a brush and he kissed Wally once again which made Wally giggle against M/n's lips, they both were thinking the same thing when they looked at each other's eyes with dopey smiles.

"Best date ever..."

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#Welcome Home #wally darling x reader #wally darling x male reader #New Neighbor! #Tiredly Jackie writes

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Cornelia street for your 200 event? Congratulations by the way!!

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pairing: wilbur soot x gn! reader

TWS: lots of drinking, anxiety as well

notes: this one was tough to write solely bc... toe breakup. sigh. makes it hurt to use this song tbh. also i just couldnt focus writing this one so if it seems a bit off, thats probably why

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The first time you officially met Wilbur was at a random party. It was a summer party one of your classmates had set up, and she told you it would be a small ordeal. The opposite occurred, which truthfully, you should’ve expected given that it was a party to celebrate the classmates moving into their final year of Uni. You didn’t hate the party atmosphere, it was a nice party even if it was more crowded and louder than you’d expected. You had a few drinks and a few good conversations before stumbling into Wilbur. 

You did literally stumble into him, tripping over someone’s shoe and landing against him. His drink knocked into you as well, spilling all over the front of your shirt.

“Oh, holy shit, are you alright?” He asked quickly, holding onto your arms.

“I’m alright, yeah, sorry. Are you?”

He smiled, “I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Let me help clean you up.” He pulled you to the bathroom, closing the door and muting most of the party droning out with it. 

“We had english together, last semester, didn’t we?” He grabbed a towel, drying your shirt off. 

“Uh,” you flushed, “I’ll be honest, I barely payed attention to that class. I was playing Minecraft on my laptop in the back most days.” 

“Oh?” He laughed, “Good to know I wasn’t alone then. I’m Wilbur.” “Y/N. If you can’t tell, I’m not great at first impressions.”

He smiled, “Well, if you want, we could always have a redo.”

“A redo?” You chuckled, “How so?”

“Hm,” he thought, “How about we act like we were too drunk to remember meeting tonight? And then, I know a good, quiet bar downtown where we can show up separately and pretend we don’t know each other until one of us gets the courage to go up to the other?” He grinned up at you.

You laughed loudly, and he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, “Okay, yeah. That sounds great.”

You and Wilbur did go to that bar. In fact, it became a common thing for the two of you to go that little dive bar every weekend. It was a bit further from campus, a good thirty minute walk, but it made up for it in the almost secretive energy the bar had, making it easier to hide your growing anxieties and embarrassment about just how close to Wilbur you’d gotten. What started as the fleeting thought about how attractive he was had manifested into a strong crush, one that toustled you like a wave everytime you saw him. It got harder to keep your composure around him. And the best way to combat the shaking hands and stuttering words?

Shots, obviously. As the two of you joked, you both got progressively drunker. To the point where neither of you were able to safely get home. So a cab it was.

When you got in the cab, drunkenly stumbling in, the cabbie asked where he was taking you both.

It occurred to both of you that neither of you wanted to be alone right now, it was only a matter of boldness now.

You looked at Wilbur, “I rent a place on Cornelia Street.”

Wilbur nodded, leaning into your side a bit, “Okay.”

You told the cab driver your address, and he drove quickly, probably not wanting to risk the two drunk college kids puking in his cab. The drunkenness started lightening up on the drive, Wilbur only left tipsy, while you were on the comedown of your drunkenness.

You and Wilbur split the cost once you’d gotten there, and you held onto his arm as you pulled him upstairs. It felt like a stepping stone, a new era of your relationship, to have him come over to your apartment, even if you were still drunk. 

Stumbling in, he looked around, “Your place is really nice.”

“Thanks,” you smiled softly, walking over to the couch with him. You both sat down, probably far closer than you would’ve been if either of you had any sense of personal space or decency left in you.

“You sure you’re good with me staying here tonight?” You snorted softly, “Of course, Wilbur. I’d rather you stay here than try to walk home alone.”

“Aww, someone cares about me,” You flushed a bit, leaning your head against him, “Maybe I do. What about it, hm?”

He wrapped his lanky arms around you, squeezing you, “You sap,” he placed his chin on top of your head, “God, everything you do makes me just want to kiss you more,” he admitted.

“Wait- what?” You asked, suddenly feeling incredibly sober. 

“Yeah,” he hummed, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

You pulled out of his grasp, sighing, “You’re drunk.”

He chuckled, “You’re the drunk one here, your tolerance is far worse than mine.” You hated admitting that was true.

“Then, were you serious?”

He looked down at you, quiet while he looked over your face and coming to terms with the fact that you were not drunk enough to forget what he’d said, “Yes.”

You reached forward, taking his hands, “Can I… kiss you?”

He nodded quickly, pulling one hand free to rest on your cheek. You pulled him in the rest of the way, kissing him slowly. He tasted sweet, like strawberry liquor and smoke, and it felt like a consequence you’d gladly pay for.

Months went by. Wilbur was always with you, even if you and him hadn’t set an official title to your relationship. You went from autumn air, dancing in the moonlight on your room, wearing his jacket to classes, playing games, the rains of spring, opening windows for the summer air, all to end up here. Graduation had passed a few weeks ago. Wilbur was staying in town, he’d already found a job. You were between two. There was one in town and one pretty far away.

The only thing keeping you from choosing the one where you’d get to stay here, where you’ve lived and loved, was that you didn’t know where you stood with Wilbur. With everything that you two have been through, you still didn’t have an official label. And you kept meaning to talk about it, but you kept putting it off out of worries and concerns. You thought he was leading you on. You knew why you hadn’t talked about it, but why hadn’t he.

It felt selfish to think that, communication was a two-way street after all, but you just could’nt help your own anxieties sometimes. 

So instead of jumping into his arms, you jumped to conclusions. That he was leading you on, that he wasn’t serious about this. So, you planned on leaving. 

You packed a bunch of your things, getting in your car and starting to drive off, without a goodbye. You hadn’t even made a decision on the jobs either, but you were just going to head home for now.

You were about ten minutes out when Wilbur called. You almost didn’t answer. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, love, where are you? I just showed up to your place and you’re gone.”

“I’m leaving, Wilbur.”

He laughed, at first, “Yeah, yeah.” When you didn’t joke with him, he’d gotten far more serious, “What do you mean?”

“I’m just leaving.” “Without saying goodbye?” You never would’ve left if you had. You aimed for bitterness in your words, some part of you almost wanting to start a fight. “Like you’d care much.”

“Darling, why wouldn’t I care?”

“Why did you never say we were dating?”

He was silent, “Wait, is that what this is about? I- I wanted to talk to you about it, but I just panicked, darling. I-”

He paused, seriously considering what he was going to say next, “Darling, I love you. And if you come back now, I promise you, you will never wonder again, because it is within my full intentions to make sure the entire world knows exactly how you are mine.”

“I-I love you too,” you responded quickly. You’d never turned around faster.

That night, you and him sat on the roof, and finally solidified everything you were. You finally selected your job in town, and you couldn’t help but see Wilbur in the city you looked at from that rooftop.

“Look at that,” Wilbur hummed, staring up at your apartment building.

You held his hand tightly, looking up, “Oh, yeah. It’s almost weird to look at.” You smiled. 

He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You had moved out a year ago now. You and Wilbur found a nice place to live together, and you had been living together since. It was a worthy move, but it still felt weird to look up at your old apartment. 

He nodded, “God, do you remember the first time I cooked for you?”

You laughed, “Yeah, it was our first official date. I had to open all the windows to get the smell of burning out.”

“It was a cleansing fire, I think.” “You would think that,” you laughed louder, leaning into him, “It was good though. A new beginning of sorts.”

“Especially for several of your pans,” he snickered, kissing your cheek softly. 

You chuckled, nodding, “Some of them definitely needed it.” You smiled, sighing softly.

You couldn’t say it outloud, you didn’t want to make Wilbur worried. You just knew that if any residual fears you had about Wilbur leaving you proved true, you’d never be able to walk here again, the entire apartment a reflection of your relationship.

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hello! i love "the stranger" so much and was wondering if you're planning to continue it?

The Stranger (4)

Read part one here

Continued from here

Hellooooo yes! Absolutely! The first half was in my drafts from febuwhump so this has been worked on in the last few months so wooooo! I forgot about this and the heretic series but now I’m like oh hon hon hon anyway, enjoy!!!!

*~*~*~*~*

“There,” said the Mayor to Hero as he walked into his office. “We did everything you asked, look, even the rug is gone to be dry cleaned. So do you wanna tell me why we had to go through this big song and dance for you, Princess?”

Hero blinked, staring out the Mayor’s window into the street below, back turned to the Mayor. “You didn’t do it for me,” they said, eyes fixing on the sky, blue cast in streaks of orange and reds.

“Then who did I do it for? Myself?” Mayor asked with a scoff. “Jesus fucking Christ. You heroes and your drama. I need a drink. You want one? Whiskey okay?”

“I’m still on the clock, sir.”

“Me too, which means we’re getting paid to drink. Isn’t that wonderful? I love politics.”

Hero rolled their eyes. “I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself,” Mayor said as he crossed his office to a small table in the corner where his decanter of whiskey sat waiting beside two crystal clean glasses. Mayor lifted the stopper with a soft clink as he poured two fingers of the honey coloured liquid. “So how did you know that showing the kid his shadowed brains was going to work?”

Hero turned to face Mayor slowly, and shrugged. “I hoped.”

Mayor let out a bark of laughter, brown eyes meeting Hero’s. “You hoped? Come on. You gotta do better than that, Hero.”

Hero pinched their lips together looking for a better answer to give to Mayor, but honestly? Hero just hoped it would be enough to stop the compulsion or whatever was done to the boy.

Mayor nodded his head to the two leather arm chairs to the right of the window and Hero obliged his request, settling into the one opposite Mayor.

“I think because he said he had to blow his brains out in front of you,” Hero continued, brown furrowing as their thoughts processed. “It’s not a clear objective. How would they know if their brains were splattered all over your wall if they couldn’t see it for themselves?”

Mayor nodded, swirling the liquid in his glass as Hero spoke. He was far better than the last Mayor the city had, Hero thought, observing him then. He wasn’t an idiot, he was shrewd and smart. He saw things from a different perspective but you didn’t have to spell everything out for him. He could put two and two together just fine.

“So you acted on instinct, then?”

“Yes sir.”

Mayor chuckled to himself, bringing the glass to his lips. “I should give you a medal,” he said before taking a sip.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” said Hero lightly. “Besides, that kid’s death wasn’t what the intended murderer wanted.”

Mayor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “No, I was thinking the same thing.”

“If they wanted to send you a message, or me for that matter,” said Hero, eyes darkening. “Then they could be more organised than I initially imagined.”

It was Mayor’s turn to study Hero’s face as they fell into a silence. After a beat Mayor said: “you think it has something to do with your missing Vigilante?”

“I’m hoping it doesn’t,” Hero replied.

“You and your hope.”

Hero shook their head. “Honestly Mayor, sometimes it’s all I got.”

“Well that’s your job, ain’t it? Be the symbol of hope, be an inspiration. You leave the realistic side of things in the city to me, Hero, and I’ll make sure you won’t be impeded while you hunt this fucking Villain down and make him pay.”

Hero’s eyes met Mayor’s which burned like hot coals, simmering with a dark rage. Hero swallowed and nodded.

“Yes sir,” Hero said and got to their feet. They were at the door, a hand on the handle when Mayor stopped them in their tracks.

“Oh, and Hero? Don’t let the suicide kid out of custody until you find this new Villain. It’s best if we let them presume he’s dead.”

“Yes sir.”

Hero left the Mayor’s office and stepped outside city hall with a feeling of dread curling around their stomach. Vigilante should have told them about the Mayor’s kid. They should have contacted Hero, so why— there was something scratching lightly at the back of Hero’s mind, infuriating and annoying. As if every time they tried to look into the one place they couldn’t, their mind shifted their attention away from it, onto something else.

Hero should contact them. Hero did just that on the way out of city hall. They typed a quick message to Vigilante: meet me tonight? Then pocketed their phone. If Vigilante was okay they would see it, and if they weren’t… well. Hero didn’t really want to think about that.

*~*~*~*~*

Vigilante was stuck in the house when Karma was gone. They didn’t know where Karma went, but they do know that Karma had commanded them not to leave.

“Don’t try and hurt yourself. Don’t kill yourself. Don’t harm yourself or the house in anyway. You are not allowed to put your shoes on, socks are fine. The rest of your time, well,” Karma said with a horrible smile. “You can do what you please otherwise.”

When Karma left, the first thing Vigilante tried to do was leave the house. They swung open the front door and tried to step through but found they couldn’t, as if an invisible barrier was surrounding the doorframe. Vigilante threw themselves against it, over and over and over again, waiting for it to slip and crack, maybe even wear it down. Even after Vigilante had tired themselves out the barrier remained.

Vigilante turned away with a huff, cursing Karma. Their eyes strayed to the window and Vigilante crossed the distance in seconds, unlatching it and shoving the window open. Vigilante stuck their hand out, but the same invisible barrier was there, preventing Vigilante from leaving.

“Fuck!”

They couldn’t leave. They couldn’t leave! Which meant that when Karma came home Vigilante would still be in his fucking house, with no fucking shoes on and no chance to run or flee, or get help.

They were powerless, completely and utterly powerless. Who the hell could even think to win against someone with Karma’s power? What couldn’t he do? The fire boy’s face crept its way into Vigilante’s mind and they wanted to scream.

They wished Hero was here, even if Vigilante had been avoiding them recently. Even Hero was powerless against Karma’s commands. That dead look in Hero’s eyes haunted them. If Vigilante hadn’t been interesting enough then Hero and Vigilante would be dead that night on the roof.

Wait… Hero.

Karma didn’t say Vigilante couldn’t contact anyone outside the house. They didn’t say anything about calling the Hero agency, or— or Hero. Vigilante ran to the door, more specifically the table beside the door and searched for post for Karma’s address.

Nothing.

Vigilante frowned. Okay. That was fine. They just needed to do a little exploring to find Karma’s secrets. Except Karma’s house was huge, like old money huge. More like an estate than a house, with expensive looking dark wooden floors and marble countertops. In front of Vigilante was exposed brickwork that was somehow still insulated to keep in the heat.

Vigilante remembered exposed brickwork from their childhood home, how cold it had been. The damp set in towards the end of Autumn in the rain and Vigilante would be wrapped in layers trying to keep warm as the draught chilled their blood. Yet here, in Karma’s fucking house of all places, exposed brickwork was nothing more than a decorative piece. A “rustic” display.

It made something jealous and violent flare Vigilante’s chest hot, and they turned away from it before they would try to damage the wall. They should take advantage of Karma being gone. Try and find out as much about the Villain as they could so that when they escaped they could tell Hero everything.

Vigilante’s stomach tied itself into a knot at the thought of Hero. Of all the Heroes that could have been in city hall why did it have to be Hero? Vigilante’s Hero. Vigilante should have stopped Karma before he ordered that fire boy to die… God, Vigilante didn’t even know his name and Hero had to see— witness that boy…

Vigilante swallowed and shook the thought from their head. No. They couldn’t think like that. They had to do what they could right now, which was search for any information on Karma. Everything else would have to wait.

The first order of business was to find an office of some sort, or a study, or a… something else that Karma would try and hide from Vigilante. Their best bet was working from top to bottom, and that was what found Vigilante in Karma’s attic. They stood at the top of the ladder, the musty scent of boxes and storage and insulation greeting them with an uncomfortable warmth.

Okay. Nothing there.

Room one complete.

Vigilante let the ladder up and searched the rooms on the top floor. Mostly bedrooms, except for the two bathrooms. Vigilante stood in the door of Karma’s room not really wanting to enter it. Karma… there was something wrong with him, something inhuman. Vigilante grew up in the dregs where the scum of society supposedly lived; crime rates? high. Poverty? high. Death rates? high. The place where monsters were made, or so the stories went.

For Vigilante, the dregs were home. The wrong side of the city is where they grew up, and they didn’t feel unsafe walking the streets because they’re the people Vigilante grew up with, went to school with, worked with.

But looking at Karma’s room in his big, fancy house and his many guest bedrooms and all his wealth— Vigilante couldn’t help but scoff.

The good people of the city were so afraid of the scruffy riff-raff of the dregs, that they didn’t even glance at their neighbours and see the malice that hid within their own neighbourhood.

Of course, the good part of town also made people like Hero, Vigilante had to remind themselves. They’re not all Karma’s… but the fact that he was from the good tracks, the nice part of the town versus the discrimination Vigilante faced when growing up.

The irony was laughable.

Something horrible curled in Vigilante’s gut that they tried and successfully in ignoring as they rifled through Karma’s chest of drawers. That maybe Hero and Karma knew each other once… maybe they went to the same school, walked by the same neighbourhood, knew someone who knew someone who knew each other.

Vigilante forced the thought to the back of their mind as they stormed out of Karma’s room, nothing of interest lying there and slamming his stupid door closed. They didn’t even stop to let themselves think, instead they kept moving. They just had to keep moving, keep moving forward.

It’s not like Vigilante knew everyone from the dregs anyways, so it was a ridiculous thought to begin with.

The only thing that pulled Vigilante from their thoughts was when they pressed down on a handle and found resistance. The handle didn’t budge. Vigilante’s eyes squared in on it. Jackpot.

Vigilante tried again to find the same result.

Okay. Great. They should check the other rooms before coming back to it, just to make sure.

Living room, dining room, kitchen, foyer, hall, pantry, toilet, utility room.

Back to the locked door. It was in the middle of the foyer, and the walls around it were thin, maybe a narrow room like a closet? Or a stairway… maybe a basement? If Vigilante put a hammer through the wall technically they would still be in the house. Or if they somehow broke the handle off the door?

That seemed like the better option. They needed something heavy. Vigilante found a trophy from some golf tournament because of course the bastard, or one of his fucking affluent family members, plays golf.

Vigilante slammed the trophy down on the handle but stopped an inch above. Their hand trembling like before as their arm locked and Vigilante cursed, and tried again.

“No! No! Come on! Just fucking—” they cried, bringing their hand up and slamming it down again and again. “You fucking— shit!”

Vigilante stepped back, panting as they glared down at the door and the statue in their hand. A sudden, angry impulse took over and they pivoted, throwing the statue down the hall and towards a window.

Or they would have.

If their hand wasn’t glued to the fucking thing— because Vigilante wasn’t allowed to harm themselves or the house in anyway.

Vigilante put the trophy back where it was and walked to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and letting out a sigh as they ran their hands through their hair. They needed a coffee and to calm down. They couldn’t do anything else. They could find out whatever was in that room was later.

While they had peace, Vigilante made a cup of coffee that smelled so good and sat down in Karma’s stupidly comfortable couch and turned on the TV. Hero’s face flashed on the screen, a picture of them as the news anchor spoke about the attack on city hall but it still broke Vigilante’s heart. The screen flashed to the Mayor’s address again and Vigilante switched the channel with a huff.

An episode of Big Bang theory later and Vigilante stiffened. They heard a car pulling into the driveway and then the sound of an engine switching off. Door closing. Vigilante could feel their pulse rising a little, but their breath was steady so they were thankful for that.

A key slide into the lock and clicked open, then footsteps and Karma was home. Vigilante didn’t turn to look at him, they just kept staring ahead, taking care not to flinch as Karma’s steps drew closer and closer until he was right behind them.

“You know, most dogs will greet their owner as they walk through the door,” Karma said with his stupid, smug drawl.

Vigilante scoffed. “I’m not a dog.”

“Oh yeah?” Karma asked, leaning down over the couch and placing his hand on Vigilante’s head. Vigilante to their credit didn’t flinch and they wanted to celebrate that fact, until Karma said: “bark.”

The noise escaped Vigilante’s mouth before they could comprehend the command and they felt the red blush crawl from their gut all the way up their neck and to their face, burning hot.

“See? Good doggie,” Karma mocked, petting Vigilante’s hair. Vigilante pushed his hand off of them with a huff, crossing their arms over their chest. “Oh relax, Vigilante. I’m just messing with you.”

Karma didn’t command them to relax, so Vigilante could remain as stressed as they liked. Karma walked around the couch and sat down on one of the seats, nodding at the TV. Vigilante didn’t dare take their eyes off Karma now.

“Big bang theory? Didn’t know you were a nerd, Achilles.”

“Nothing else on.”

“Hmm, and you didn’t wreck the house so that’s a plus,” Karma said looking around. His eyes stopped on Vigilante’s mug on the coffee table, and he leaned forward and picked it up. He slid a coaster underneath and put the mug back down. “Were you raised in a barn?”

Vigilante didn’t answer. They stubbornly stared at the TV, tracking Karma’s movements from the corner of their eye. “Did you kill anyone today?”

Karma laughed. “No,” he said, relaxing back into the couch cushions. “I told you I wouldn’t do that without you anymore, didn’t I?”

Vigilante’s head whipped to the side in anger, eyes blazing. “You can’t—”

Karma turned his head, a smirk on his face and his cold dead eyes froze Vigilante’s protest mid sentence. He tilted his head to the side, his smirk widening.

“What? I can’t do that? I can’t make you watch? I can’t do whatever I want?”

Vigilante’s lips curled back into a snarl. “You won’t get away with it, not after your stunt in city hall.”

“You forget that I wanted what happened in city hall, to happen, Vigilante, so it did. The only reason I don’t know your civilian identity is because I let you keep your mask. You think you’d be so brave without it, hmm?”

The threat struck a chord in Vigilante’s chest that wound up tight. They kept their glare on Karma though because they had nothing to retort.

“Oh, don’t believe me? Vigilante, take off—”

“Wait!” Vigilante cried, stretching a hand out as if that would stop Karma in his tracks. To their surprise it did. Karma stopped the command, but his eyes glittered with that knowing malice. Vigilante huffed out a breath and looked away.

“See? You really want to waste your breath with threats and insults and defiance, when you know you can’t win against me?”

I can’t win, Vigilante didn’t say, but Hero can.

“It’s cute, honestly. You have that can-do hero attitude. It’s why you’re sitting on my couch in the first place if you remember, for foiling my plans of putting the saving the mayor’s kid in the hospital—”

Vigilante’s eyes narrowed. “You were trying to kill him. Don’t give me that bullsh—!”

“— but,” Karma said pointedly, cutting off Vigilante and effectively shutting them up. His eyes glowered dangerously at them. Every place they roamed over Vigilante’s face felt as if there were maggots crawling beneath it. “It would serve you well to remember: not to piss me off.”

“Oh yeah? Or what?” Vigilante hissed. They were so sick of being afraid of this fucking bastard. They wanted so badly just once to wipe his stupid smirk off his face.

Karma reclined back further into the couch, pursing his lips. “You know, Vigilante, the thing about dogs is that if you give them too much freedom they forget their place. Dogs shouldn’t be allowed on the furniture.”

Vigilante stood. “Suits me better anyways.”

“Kneel.”

Vigilante blinked and their knees had already hit the floor. They raised their head and stared up into Karma’s eyes, moving to get to their feet again when Karma spoke.

“Ah-ah, stay.”

Vigilante swallowed the whine that wanted to crawl up their throat, settling all their energy into their glare instead.

“See? Much better, now you know your place.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Oh, you don’t know nothing yet, Vigilante. In fact,” Karma said, eyes twinkling with cruelty as he leaned forward on the couch. “I have a little trip planned for us tonight.”

Vigilante’s heart pressed against their ribs, as if it had just turned to lead and threatened to break free from their chest.

An outing planned? That meant that… someone was going to die and Vigilante would have to sit by and watch again and not be able to do anything to stop Karma again.

“No—”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Karma chided lightly, lifting his index finger and wagging it side to side as he tutted. “It’s a nice surprise. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“I don’t want—”

“Shut up,” Karma commanded as he reached his arm back to fiddle for something in his jacket pocket. Vigilante could only stare mutely as Karma pulled out Vigilante’s own phone. He tapped the screen and then turned it to face Vigilante but he didn’t even have to.

Vigilante already knew.

The realisation settling like stones in the sea the moment Vigilante saw their phone.

Hero.

Vigilante’s bottom lip trembled, but they fought it back, biting it to stop it from quivering as they read the short message.

Meet me tonight?

Just three words, three simple words. Meeting Hero was how Vigilante was here in the first place and now Karma was going to force them to do something awful, something… well, Vigilante didn’t even want to think about it.

“Aww, puppy? You’re not happy? Your friend wants a play date.”

Vigilante shook their head, it was the only thing they could do. Karma’s smile turned cruel as he forced his lips into a mocking pout. “No? Well, I guess I’ll just go see them alone then.”

Vigilante’s hand shot out grabbing Karma’s wrist before he could turn away and shooting him a look that Vigilante hoped meant business. Karma grinned down at Vigilante, a flash of his teeth sent shivers down Vigilante’s spine but they didn’t relent.

“No? I guess it’s a date then. I’ll let Hero know.”

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midnight sky

what you were doing was absolutely insane! you just met the man not even twenty four hours ago. but the connection the two of you had was incredible, almost like you were made for each other. maybe you were.

the day started off like every other morning. you groaned as your alarm clock went off, got out of bed, took a quick shower, brushed your teeth, and finally made it down town to your favorite local coffee shop.

you ordered a basic coffee and a pastry before sitting in your normal spot, far in the back. you took your laptop out of your bag and began grading papers, groaning and rolling your eyes at the students who didn’t turn in a paper yet.

after about thirty minutes you heard commotion outside. normally you’d ignore it. it’s new york city after all, it was always filled with nosy people. today was different! flashes came from the window, almost blinding you more than the sun.

you heard people screaming as if someone fell and died. you looked up and saw the paparazzi outside. frowning, you grabbed your things and headed for the door.

“shit! im sorry, love!”

groaning at your coffee spilling on the ground, you were ready to yell at whoever this pretentious actor or whatever he was! not caring if the media and his fans tore you a new one.

“watch where you—”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence. he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. from his buzzed hair cut, beautiful brown eyes, tattooed neck, and his attire. he was the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

“are you alright, babe?” even his accent was perfect.

“uh—yeah—yeah! im sorry.”

he chuckles, “it’s my fault, really.”

you were frozen. completely mesmerized by this beautiful man in front of you. your heart skipped a beat.

“it’s fine—um, i should get going.” you began walking away, pushing through the loads of paps. you needed to get far away so you could get that man out of your mind.

unfortunately the moment you got home you looked him up. you needed to know who he was and where he was from. you searched the location of the coffee shop and found tmz reporting the images.

“zayn malik. fuck, even his name is perfect!” you dived into everything zayn malik and began to sigh. soon you find his instagram, noticing he only had a few post. you assumed he deleted his old post due to him starting a new era for his next album.

biting your lip you sigh as you close your eyes processing. god, where you an idiot for even thinking about messaging him. maybe? you knew he probably got thousands of messages everyday, but it was something about him. you click on his profile, clicked on message, and began typing.

‘hi..god, you probably won’t see this, most likely won’t even open it, won’t bat an eye, but i thought i should text you. i guess im intrigued you could say.’

you wait patiently until you heard your phone vibrate. you had never picked up your phone so quickly. you smiled hugely when you saw it was him that sent you a message.

‘hey! normally i don’t open this app unless im posting something about me music or a selfie. coffee shop girl, right?’

smiling, you typed,

‘yeah! sorry about spilling that coffee by the way. im normally not that clumsy.’

‘haha!’

‘it’s cool, babe. got a three year old! use to clumsy.’

‘oh? didn’t noticed you had a kid. gonna be honest, i kinda went on a bit of a stalker session finding you.’

‘really? that’s cute!’

‘yeah! got a daughter. she’s the sweetest thing even!’

‘i love kids! i always wanted to teach kids instead of middle schoolers. kids love the color and draw. middle schoolers love to gossip and fight.’

‘ha! not ready for that at all!’

‘you’re a teacher, huh? that was my career path before i became a musician.’

‘i enjoy teaching! wanted to since i could remember!’

‘you guys are doing great work! deserve a pay raise!!’

‘tell that to the us government. 😩’

‘fuck them all!!!’

‘agreed!’

‘how bout i meet you up for a coffee? promise, no paps this time?’

‘right now?’

‘yeah…is that okay, babe?’

‘yeah—yeah! ill be there in twenty.’

‘cool! see you soon ;)’

you never got ready so fast in your life. heading downstairs from your building and walking a few blocks to the coffee shop, you spot zero paps and zayn sitting inside your booth. you smile before walking into the building. when he spots you, he smiles at you, stands up, and gives you a hug.

“hey.”

“hi.” you sit in the seat right across from him.

“never got your name. your instagram account doesn’t give it away.”

you blush. you created your instagram when you were in middle school. being overly obsessed with harry potter as a kid and extremely dorky, you had to go with ‘voldedork_hp,’

you never got around to changing it. now you regret that decision one hundred percent. “im sorry about that. a little embarrassed.”

“don’t be! it’s cute. im a huge harry potter fan myself. i went as voldemort last halloween as a mater-of-fact.”

“my names yn.”

“it’s nice to meet you yn. you have a lovely name by the way.”

you snort. feeling like your name was completely bland compared to his!

“may i ask where you’re from? your accent, it’s pretty thick, even for someone born in the uk.”

zayn chuckles. “yeah! m’from bradford england. my pops is pakistani so my accent comes out a little bit stronger i guess. what about you? you don’t sound like a new yorker.” he takes a sip of his coffee.

“im not! born and raised in texas actually.”

“texas, huh? you’re a little way from home, yeah?”

“i got a full scholarship for new york university! i couldn’t pass on that opportunity.”

“brains and beauty, huh?”

you blush. he was definitely a flirt! the two of you got to know one another for the next four hours. you both lost track of time. zayn phone blows up and he continues to ignore it. enjoying his time getting to know the pretty woman across from him. you were loving the company and conversation. it felt like you knew each other for the longest time. you were both laughing and listening to each other tell some crazy story. it felt right.

“how about we get out of this coffee shop, yeah? maybe walk around new york? i promise, no paps. i know places they’ll never go.” he winks at you. you nod before getting out of the booth. zayn grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers.

you were surprised but you didn’t object or pull away. zayn paid for his coffee, leaving a generous tip before leaving. you walk hand and hand around new york, enjoying each other’s company. you continued to talk about everything. the two of you got along so well, you felt crazy for already falling for him. you just met the man! how could you already have such strong feelings for the musician? were you seriously losing your mind? you just couldn’t help how you felt though.

zayn felt the same way. it’s why, standing in front of a courthouse, holding your hand as the moonlight shines, he got the craziest idea. he stops, looks you in the eye, and caresses your cheek. “may i kiss you, babe?”

you blushed, nodding nonetheless. when his lips touched yours, you felt the whole world stopped. god, how could such a beautiful man be this perfect? when he pulls away he grabs your hand and runs across the street. it was like faith, standing in front of a kay jewelers and a bridal shop. you laugh as he looks at you with the biggest grin on his face.

“what?”

“this is gonna be the craziest thing ive ever done or said but, i just—i feel like ive known you for the longest time. you’re beautiful, funny, smart, and amazing. i—i feel like we’re meant to be, meant to meet each other. and you, god maybe this is insane! you can totally say no, kick my ass, slap me, whatever you want, but this is just perfect. it’s almost like faith,”

“what is it?” you asked nervously.

“a jeweler, a bridal shop, and a courthouse right across the street. maybe this is the universe telling us to just go for it. let’s get married.”

normally if a man had asked you this you’d laugh in his face. you’d think he was absolutely insane for even suggesting this idea. but seeing all the key details, it’s like a story from a fairytale! who were you to pass up a fairytale story?

“okay!”

“yeah?”

you nod your head. zayn kisses you passionately before calling up taryn to be a witness! once he convinced her, he grabs your hand, head into the jewelry parlor, the two of you pick your rings before going to the bridal shop and grabbing the most gorgeous dress and a suit, before heading across the street to officially get married.

“are we doing this, forreal?”

“yeah, yeah we are! let’s get married, baby!”

and before you know it, you become misses malik. a true fairytale.

i really hope you all like this fic! it’s not enough zayn fics out there and i need people to make some!

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[shifterdomain]

He comes home again / Jonah Hauer-King X Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Jonah had been in Sardinia for the past 9 months to film The Little Mermaid after finishing the scenes they shot at Pinewood Studios London, while you stayed behind in your guys’ apartment to watch your cat and dog. He wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow afternoon, so you were fairly surprised to see him standing in your doorway. Warnings: Fluff and some implied smut if you squint. Word count: 960

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Dancing around the kitchen with music blasting from the speakers you were busy stirring the batter for the welcome home cake you were making for your boyfriend. He had been away for months to film The Little Mermaid and you couldn’t be more proud of him.

Spinning away from the counter you picked up Y/Cat/N and twirled around with him in your arms, singing along as your favorite song played on the radio. The same song that was playing in the bar when you first met Jonah.

You were sat behind the bar, holding a drink in your hand and swirling it around slightly as you laughed at your friend’s joke.

“I just cannot believe he would do such a thing,” your friend commented, feeling sorry for you after your high school sweetheart had broken up with you through text message. “And that with Christmas around the corner. I’d go and slash his tires.”

“Well, that’s your solution to everything,” you laughed softly at your friend’s violant answer to your sorrows. “But I’m gonna be the bigger person and merely drink my problems away,” you proclaimed, holding up your glass to clink it against hers. Chugging your drink down before ordering another one.

The alcohol flowed heavily that evening, but you hadn’t been able to get your now ex-boyfriend out of your mind just as easily as you had hoped. And now, a few drinks in, you had gotten to your sad stage of being drunk. Slumped in the bar stool, your friend talking to some guy in the back after you had assured her that you would be fine. You were just about to call it a night, paying your tab and swinging your purse around your shoulder when you turned towards the door.

It took only a second for you to forget about your ex now as everything around you faded away, your eyes landing on the man who had just entered the bar with his friends. His stormy blue eyes managed to captivate you even from across the room. His eyes landed on yours as the first tunes of a new song started playing on the radio. Your favorite.

You stayed a while longer, hoping that the guy had gotten the same feeling of you as you did of him, but when he didn’t come over and an hour passed you decided to simply blame the jitters on your slightly intoxicated state. Turning back to the door and this time walking out.

Pulling your coat a little tighter you tried to keep warm in the winter cold, snow slowly fluttering down from the sky as the lights around town twinkled brightly. Quietly humming Christmas tunes to yourself you dissociated yourself from the world around you, not even hearing a voice call out. Not realizing that it was calling out to you.

“Miss,” you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning you around. Instinctively you punched your fist forward, punching the guy who had stopped you in the stomach, making him bow over. “you forgot your scarf,” he told you, holding out the black wool. His voice sounded out of breath as he spoke, making you feel a little guilty about punching him.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Thank you,” you smiled awkwardly, taking the scarf. Trying to excuse yourself by thinking that it was partly his fault for grabbing a strangers shoulder on the street, but it didn’t take the feeling of your guilt away. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled quietly. “You’ve got a mean right.”

“Sorry about that,” you apologized again.

He waved his hand dismissively, standing up straight again. “It was kinda my fault,” he replied. “I’m sorry for startling you. And I don’t wanna sound like a creep, but I saw you in there and I kind of wanted to come over and talk to you. Maybe it was fate that made you leave your scarf.”

“Fate?” you couldn’t help but laugh softly at the cheesiness of that, but you had to admit that he really was a good looking guy. And something about him made you feel comfortable, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly what it was. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Could fate maybe give me your name?”

“Y/N/N,” you introduced yourself, extending your hand for him to shake, deciding not to tell him your full name just yet.

He gladly took your hand, shaking it as he introduced himself: “Jonah.”

You were dancing around the kitchen, smiling at the memories that surfaced when you heard the song. Setting Y/Cat/N down on the kitchen floor again you poured the cake batter into the baking mold before pushing it into the preheated oven.

Turning around you jumped slightly, clutching your hand over your chest before a wide smile spread across your face. “Jonah!” you exclaimed happily, jumping into your boyfriend’s arms as he spun you around in a hug. Pressing kisses to your cheek and temple before setting you back down and kissing your lips deeply.

“How’s my little princess doing?” he murmured against your lips, pecking them multiple times as his arms remained around your waist. “Miss me much?”

“Very much so,” you smile up at him, your arms hooked around his neck as you pull him down for another sweet kiss.

“Yeah? How about you prove it?” he grinned mischievously, his voice a little hoarse, sending shivers through your body. “I just wanna take you to bed and never get out again.”

“I was baking you a welcome home cake.”

“Okay, maybe I’ll get out of bed for the cake,” he replied jokingly. He picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom, which you did not leave for the next few hours.

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[masterwords]

curve of the earth

Summary: Hotch & Gideon go undercover in Astoria to try and find a serial killer's ex wife. Hotch also manages to find love…and more secrets.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 11.8k

Warnings: see AO3 tags

Notes: Kindergarten COP AU, because I'm a sucker for undercover stories. That's all. Sorry for never updating my big stories, writing isn't really vibing right now. My head's not in it. I'll get there! In the meantime, enjoy this spectacle of borderline crack-fic proportions.

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“When we land in Portland,” Jason said, breaking into his third bag of airline peanuts. They were so salty that his fingers were coated after the first couple and Aaron had to turn away in order not to see when the salt dusted his lap. It was a short flight but he claimed to be famished. Aaron had given him his own bags, preferring to stick only to a small cup of iced club soda while Jason ate almost non-stop since they’d met up that morning. Aaron was staring out the window, skimming the clouds as the sky went from bright blue to the pale gray of the northwest. It had been too long since Aaron had been here, a fact that made him feel weary. He hadn’t lived here long but it became part of him and he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it until he started to get close.

Jason continued munching on his salted peanuts and talking a little too fast about what the plan was. They’d been over it multiple times already but once more wouldn’t kill either of them, Jason figured. He had a lot of nervous energy and flying across the country, being cooped up in a passenger airliner in coach, he had nowhere else to put it. His knee bounced, his voice droned on and he only interrupted the plan by more eating.

They hadn’t been working together long but Aaron had already become well acquainted with Jason’s endless nervous energy. “You listening?”

“I am. You’ll go to the baggage claim, I’ll get the rental car. I’m driving because I’m familiar the region. Got it.” He didn’t mean to be short, he just didn’t have all of that nervous energy. In fact, he had none. What he did have was a headache.

As they crested the airspace over central Oregon, Jason’s stomach grumbled. He burped, pressing his fist to his mouth to try and hide it, and Aaron did his best not to pay it any mind. About ten minutes later he was rubbing at his stomach and Aaron had a bad feeling. A very bad feeling.

“Everything alright?”

“Not feeling too hot. I’m sure it’ll be fine by the time we land.”

“Couldn’t possibly be something you ate…” Aaron muttered with a smirk that Jason didn’t care for. He’d put more food into his mouth in the time they’d been together than Aaron usually did in two days. Five minutes after that first burp, Jason was pulling the little white puke bag from the chair in front of him and resting it gingerly over his lap. Just in case.

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[stinkytrashman]

Who is vise?

Thank you for asking, Vise is one of my transformers ocs, specifically in the tfa universe :3

backstory,

He was created during the Great War, but closer to the end of it, so he never got to deal with a majority of the fighting. Despite being born at a time where he really could’ve been a neutral and been okay, he decided to join the deceptions because one of his friends was a deception, and he really didn’t want to be alone (he is a massive extrovert, and constantly craves attention.) Vise was never keen on the whole fighting bit- not because he was scared or anything, he just hates pain- so he tried to make himself useful in any way he could, which manifested as running a local, underground bar and creating high-grade. He didn’t think it would be too important, but it did end up being important, because even after the war ended and the deceptions were banished, he was still being approached by paying customers asking for high-grade. What started as a hobby became his full-time career, but Vise doesn’t mind, because it’s fun and keeps him rich.

Vise made his way to earth once Megatron rebuilt his frame, because Megatron was in need of something to get his mind off the autobots. All things were fine and dandy until he accidentally flew into a sky-scraper in the middle of Detroit and broke a wing off. In pain, delirious, and currently bleeding to death, Vise climbs out of a hole in the pavement and is met face to face with what he considers the most gorgeous autobot to ever exist in the history of the universe. This unlucky bot just so happened to be Optimus Prime, and Vise- who sustained a severe brain injury from his fall- becomes infatuated with his “saviour” (much to op’s dismay.)

Although Vise thinks he’s madly in love with Optimus, he is terrible at flirting and is not good at reading the room, so every encounter with Optimus is incredibly awkward. (But Vise doesn’t mind. He also doesn’t think of the consequences of a con/bot relationship- most of his logic circuits were damaged.)

Vise tries to be on good terms with everyone- because anyone who has money can be a customer- but the one bot he has trouble with is Swindle. He doesn’t completely hate him or anything, but he doesn’t like to be around him and considers him competition for customers.

And that’s Vise! He has a cool moustache and sells high-grade and I think he’s great.

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[dragon-kazansky]

Fine ass man

Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson x Reader

Gender neutral reader

[Masterlist]

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Dedicated to @cycbaby

This series is inspired by this fic: Fine piece

Word count: 708

You have it bad for Vice Admiral Simpson. But to prove you’re fit for the job; you need to put that aside and focus on the flying.

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Chapter Four - Curiosity

Cyclone was on his way to his office. The training was done for the day, and he had seen everyone fly. The only person to successfully take Maverick down was you, though at the result of losing your wingman.

Still, you took Mav's advice on board and for that Cyclone admired your attitude toward the job.

As he walked down the hall, he could hear voices coming from one of the rooms. Normally he wouldn’t care, but what he heard made him stop.

“Did you fly like that because you knew it would work, or because you knew a certain someone was watching and listening today?” He heard Hangman ask.

“First, you know damn well I’m a good pilot. Maverick said so himself. Sure, I need to do better and help keep my wingman alive, but I’ll do it. You’ll see. Second, Cyclone doesn’t change the way I fly. Why would he care if I was up in the sky or not?”

He looked up at the door. Him? Why would he come up in your conversation.

The sound of footsteps further up the hall had him move, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. He walked on, pretending he heard nothing.

It wasn’t until he was leaving for the day that your name came up again.

He had just left his office when Hangman and Coyote walked by, making their way out of the building. Your name and his came up again.

“Maybe they’re trying so hard just to be a kiss ass for Cyclone. I mean, no one else pulled that off today,” Jake said, casually.

Cyclone keeps his eyes narrowed on the pilot as he walks away.

Unknown to Beau, Jake and Javy were smirking at one another as they turned around the corner. Jake loved to stir up trouble when he could.

Beau left.

When he made to his car, he looked up just in time to see you leaving. For a split second he caught your gaze. You looked panicked and turned away quickly. He continued to watch you leave.

Were you seeking his approval today?

Not that you needed to. You already had it.

Of course, you didn’t know that. At least that’s what he thought. He didn’t know Maverick had passed on what he had said to him.

Beau leaves.

You met up with the others at The Hard Deck, needing to celebrate your slight win today. Jake was there already, no surprise.

You ignore him as you make your way to the bar where Rooster is sitting.

“Hey,” you greet.

“Hey.”

Rooster pays for your drink, saying it’s on him because you did so well today. You thank him and clink your drink with his as a thank you.

“Do you actually fancy Cyclone?” He asks, not missing a beat.

“Bradley, no. I’m just messing about. Besides, he’s our superior. I’m not risking my job for that.”

Rooster shrugs.

“It’s okay, you know. I won’t tell anyone.”

“I’m just being silly,” you tell him. “Messing about. Yes, Beau Simpson is a fine man. Yes, his uniform does him so much justice. No, I am not serious about anything. No, I am not head over heels in love with him.”

Rooster just nods, though you get the idea he’s not buying it.

You don’t either. You know you have it bad for Cyclone. A man that good looking just existing within your vicinity seemed impossible. Plus, a man that good looking being single, as far as you know, seemed so much unlikely.

“Alright.”

Nothing more is said on the matter.

You spend most of the evening with Bradley at the bar, laughing, chatting, having a good time. Maverick comes and goes. Jake teases you, but you brush him off.

All the while, you’re unaware that a certain Vice Admiral had swung by and spotted you from the window.

He called it curiosity. Curious to see what the pilots got up to outside of class.

Curious to see what you were like out of uniform.

He doesn’t know what he was expecting to be honest. He doesn’t know why he was here. He steps away from the bar and goes home.

Why did he do that?

Tomorrow was another day.

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[yuyu-writes]

city sidewalks

you live a pretty peaceful, normal life

until kaito kid ruins your night with his heist and begins to pay you back

you don't complain because he's kinda cute, to be honest

kaito kid x reader

wc: 3,200

All in all, you’re quite content with your life.

Everything will turn out fine, you think to yourself everyday, and for the most part, things aren’t too bad. You have a nice place in the city, you have food on the table, you have fun and enjoy your little hobbies, and you have a pretty good job.

Being a museum curator wasn’t in your top ten dream careers when you were five, but nevertheless, it pays the bills, you’re happy, and all is well. You’re passionate about the history of your treasured artifacts, you love teaching the world about its origins, and the days are peaceful.

Did I mention, it’s usually, normally, very peaceful, and you live contently without any big hiccups in your day to day life?

You curse under your breath at the sight in front of you.

Everything will turn out fine, you remind yourself again, all is peaceful.

Except when police flood your workplace in wait for the infamous Kaito Kid.

His advanced notice from the day before has you stressed all day, the taunting wide smile of ink staring up at you as you’re trying to stay composed as possible while coordinating with the policemen. They’re setting up their traps as you close earlier than usual with an apology to those who made reservations and turning away patrons at the door. It doesn’t help that they linger on the steps, curious to see the grand performance of the phantom thief with front row tickets.

Turning away from Inspector Megure, your eyes land on the target of tonight’s show.

Crimson Reverie. It’s a brilliant red ruby, said to have been the crystallized blood of the great pirate’s lover, a young maiden who left her home to follow him to the depths of the warfare-ridden seas.

A part of you already knows what the outcome is, but you also feel a sliver of hope as the police get into place, lying in wait as the lights dim, the moonlight making the gem shine so brightly in the center of the stage. And somehow, it goes by so fast that you can barely keep up, shouts fill the air, and you barely stay covered in your hiding spot, watching it all go down, flashes of white filling your vision.

And of course, at the end of it, he successfully steals the gem, his white cape stark against the night sky as he makes his escape, smooth and sly like any proper thief.

It’s well past the time of your usual closing shift at the museum. Normally, you’d be in the comfort of your home, enjoying a warm dinner or spending time relaxing, yet here you were, assisting in cleanup and locking up in the late, late night after a debrief with the police force and detectives. Disappointment and frustration linger in the air, but you’re not too bothered by it—far too exhausted and the work you’re doing is definitely outside of your pay range. After finalizing the details of next steps, you bid the remaining forces goodbye as you run through your usual night routine before closing.

You let out a deep sigh as you lock the doors, eager to return to your little apartment and rest for the night. So much for peaceful; they should pay you overtime for tonight.

As soon as the thought crosses your mind, a drop of water lands on your shoe, followed by another, and another, before a shower soon begins outside.

Damnit, damnit, you think, as you quicken your pace and water begins to splash at your feet. Your shoes are soaked at the toe and you feel water seeping into your socks.

You’re so fucking tired and you just want to get home and out of the rain and you’re soaked and–

A sudden shadow casts over you, and there’s a moment where you’re not pelted by the unforgiving rain. Instead, it is drumming against the umbrella over your head.

Umbrella?

You turn your head slowly, only to be met with the face of the man who had caused you all the stress in the first place.

“Kaito Kid?”

“The one and only,” he says with a smile, pleased at your shocked reaction. “What’s a beautiful lady like you doing out in the rain this late?”

It goes unspoken, but he knows. You know. He surely remembers you, from the crowd of museum staff he flew over just a few hours ago, his eyes meeting yours as his lips are drawn in his trademark smile, the gemstone between his thumb and forefinger as he takes what is rightfully yours.

Technically, the museum’s, but you’re way too attached to it to care about specifics.

Anyways— there’s no way he doesn’t recognize you now.

“You know why,” you sigh, pointedly ignoring his cheshire grin, confirming your thoughts. “So, what about the umbrella?”

“Hm? Not going to ask for the gem back, Ms. Museum Lady?”

You shrug, not even questioning his casual manner and nickname for you.

“You’ll return it eventually, if it’s not the one you’re looking for,” you answer nonchalantly. “Besides, you’re doing me quite a favor when you could be out and about being a little thief and messing with the police even more—you’ve upset them plenty already.”

“What can I say? It’s so fun to play a game of cat and mouse with them.”

He waves the umbrella around, his sudden, exaggerated movements shake water onto your face and you sputter, wiping it off with your sleeve. The rain continues to pour, and while you’re intrigued by his presence, you pay more attention to the sidewalks ahead, narrowly avoiding large puddles to avoid ruining your shoes any further. You grimace as your clothes stick to your skin and your hair sticks drenched against your cheeks.

“And besides, how could I call myself a gentleman if I left you to walk home in the pouring rain?”

You eye his soaked figure up and down, watching his usually flowing cape stick to his frame, heavy and wet. Droplets of rain fall from the rim of his hat, and you can’t help but wonder how his hair is still fluffy and dry, despite the rest of his appearance.

He was looking quite pathetic, to say the least, like a wet dog that resembled a mop more than anything.

You were too, probably. Not your best moment, to say the least, but it’s not like you cared to be prim and proper in pelting rain.

“Maybe if you didn’t steal the gem tonight, I could’ve gone home earlier and stayed warm and dry.”

He’s silent for a moment, and you wonder if he’s truly considering your words before you hear–

“My apologies,” he finally says, laced with sincerity, something that seemed strange coming from the flamboyant, arrogant thief. “Hopefully this makes up for it.”

You hum, not wanting to give him instant satisfaction. You know how people see Kaito Kid, especially on social media, and you have no doubt he takes pride in his carefully crafted persona. The thirst comments are most prominent, followed by the curses and demands for his arrest and other predictions of his next targets. His sweet talk captures all the young ladies’ hearts, and you’re not going to let the man who ruined your sleep schedule for tonight do the same to you.

If you’re sick tomorrow morning, you’re definitely starting clout about him on your Twitter of forty or so followers.

The rest of the walk back is silent, and strangely enough, you don’t feel any lick of malice from the man who walks beside you, his footsteps echoing yours. If anything, you feel safer with his presence at your side, despite him technically being a criminal. But then again, you doubt he would do anything when he already completed his mission for the night.

Rounding the corner, you let out a relieved sigh at the sight of your apartment complex that stands just a few meters away.

“That’s me, over there,” you say, pointing at the building. “You don’t have to walk me all the way, I’m fine from here.”

“No, no, I insist!”

Strange, again, but you simply nod, letting him accompany you with his little umbrella still over your head. At the door, you turn to him, bowing slightly as you thank him for walking you back.

You take a better look at him, illuminated by the street lamps, and you can’t help but return a small smile at the sight of his infectious, boyish grin. He looks younger than you expected, having seen only faraway photos of him on the news. You would even go as far as to say he’s quite cute, but you make sure to keep it in your thoughts. You don’t want your first and last interaction to end with him teasing you with his flirty comments.

“Here.”

He gestures for you to take the umbrella from his hand, and you take it, confused.

“Don’t you want it? You should keep it for your way back home.”

Kaito Kid’s smile grows wider and he turns around.

“Sweet of you to care. Thank you, my lady,” he says softly. “But instead, you should check your pockets.”

What?

You look down, quickly stuffing your hand into your coat pocket and you can’t help the gasp that escapes you as you feel–

Crimson Reverie.

You pull it out, feeling its cold edges against your skin, seeing its polished sheen as it reflects the light from the streetlamp above.

“Hey, wait–”

He’s no longer standing in front of you, and you think you see a flash of white through the curtain of rain, disappearing behind the rooftops of the building across from you.

What a strange, strange thief.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The next day you return the gemstone to its rightful place, reporting it to the police as well with a white lie that it was left near the museum entrance that morning. You felt guilty at the thought of telling them that Kaito Kid had actually walked you home, and all that mattered was the gemstone being safe and secured in its display.

With that, you went back to work, organizing the archives, writing up a report regarding the prior night, and some more cleaning with the help of the janitor. You were quite thankful that Kid seemed to be conscious of his actions, only kicking up some dirt and messing up a few parts of the museum displays, but for the most part everything was intact.

The day goes by quickly, with more tasks on your plate that keep you busy. Luckily, you’re able to close at your usual time, falling back into your routine quickly as Kaito Kid’s great show dissipates into a fleeting memory. The skies are clear tonight, and you feel more refreshed as you step out into the night, taking a deep breath in, letting your shoulders sag and the stress in you release.

Your mind wanders to the night before, thinking back to Kaito Kid who was at your side, in step with you on the rainy night.

That was all.

You were simply a part of the audience, and he was the great performing magician on stage.

But that was all.

You can’t help but frown a bit – you curse at yourself. Of course, it was your fault for even feeling an ounce of disappointment, what did you expect?

A heavy sigh escapes your lips, and you close your eyes for a moment.

And then suddenly, your footsteps have an echo to them.

Your eyes fly open and you see a familiar shadow casted at your feet.

“Kaito…Kid?”

“The one and only.”

An umbrella is over your head again, and the words are the same, but this time, it is only accompanied by the sounds of traffic winding down for the night.

“It’s not raining,” you point out the obvious, and you hear him hum in affirmation.

“It’s not.”

Yet he falls into your rhythm, arm lifted to hold the umbrella above your head as you walk. The question lays heavy on your tongue, the one word, “Why?” is so close from leaving your lips, yet you don’t let it, opting to continue your path home instead, eyeing his white-clad figure at your side.

The streets are a little busier than the night before, with many getting off work and heading home for the night, or even to venture out into the citylife. Without a doubt, you get looks.

Many looks.

Kaito Kid hovers beside you with his little white umbrella, identical to the one you received from him last night. Girls gossip as they pass by, red-cheeked and drunk, their whispers a little too loud as they gush over the man by your side, who simply winks at them as they pass by.

You decide to get another good look at him, turning your head slightly to eye his pristine cape flowing slightly behind him with each step, his white tophat perfectly seated on his hair, and his bright eyes, trained straight ahead and taking in the scene before him, analyzing, waiting.

“No plans to steal anything tonight?” you ask, quietly, and you turn your head to lock your eyes with his. It seems like he didn’t expect you to talk, and he blinks for a moment before he puts on his usual smile.

“Only to steal your heart,” he answers, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his flirtation.

Before you can respond (and point out that maybe it’s just a little weird he’s going out of his way like this), he continues, “But in all seriousness, is it that wrong to pay you back for last night?”

“You already did,” you say. “Last night.”

“Well, I feel like I haven’t. So let me walk you home, safe and sound, my lady.”

And once again, you feel no red flags as he simply stands by your side, and you trusted him and his intentions–after all, he simply steals the finest jewels and returns them anyways, nothing more, nothing less.

So you let him walk you home, your usual route of winding city sidewalks becoming different with the man by your side.

Your journey home seems a little brighter than it used to be.

The next few nights are strange to you, looking back on it. You had just finished your usual closing routine, slipping your arms into your coat and grabbing the keys and your purse. Life is normal during the day, undisrupted despite the strange happenings at night. A part of you doesn’t want to admit how you look forward to the end of your shifts due to a certain white-clad man, but you do. Just a little. Maybe a bit more.

So much for your peaceful, normal life.

The night is empty and quiet as you step out the doors. Yet the moment you turn the key to lock the door, you know he would be waiting at the bottom of the stairs, the little white umbrella tucked under his arm as he leans against the railing.

Like clockwork, he appears as soon as you turn your back to the now locked door of the museum.

Some nights are calm as he accompanies you home, while other nights, like tonight, are filled with quiet conversation, his voice weaving in with yours amongst the city lights, whispers lost in the faceless crowd. But tonight, you ask to take a detour, wanting to walk through the small park near your apartment complex. He simply nods at your request, and you lead the way.

It’s a rather nice park, for what it is in the urban forest. Greenery surrounds the small lake, a wooden bridge cutting through it that leads to a small playground on the other side. Sometimes, small food carts and vendors make shops near the sidewalk, selling sweet treats and snacks for the children.

And for once, you can’t help but ask the question that has been on your tongue since day one.

“Why have you been walking me home?”

You’re nursing a hot chocolate in your hands, one that you got from one of said food vendors stationed near the mouth of the bridge. Kaito Kid holds a cup of his own, one that you forced on him as another show of your gratitude.

“It’s as I said before,” Kaito Kid responds casually with a shrug. “Paying you back for the inconvenience I caused.”

“You and I both know that’s bullshit,” you respond quickly. “The first night or two, sure. But it has been two weeks now–with no rain in sight.”

And in those two weeks, you may even go as far as to say Kaito Kid was more than just your escort back home. You know much, much more about the mysterious, illusive phantom thief, one that you may even consider a friend.

His grandeur riddles and extravagant actions would only spur your curiosity of the man, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate, opening up about yourself, a bit more toned down for your own sake. Your dreams, your ambitions, your pain, and whatever else laying upon your tongue was so easy to spill out, the words filling the space between you and the phantom thief.

He’s silent, and you take the moment to crane your neck and look at him—his usual poker face paints his features, but you’re a bit surprised at his lack of words. It wasn’t common for him to mull over his next words, usually quick to flirt or retort with you, and the silence seemed to drag on longer.

“Is it so wrong to spend time with a beautiful gem like you?”

Stunned, you can’t help but let out a noise at the sudden compliment – he’s given you plenty before, but this time his voice is thick, honest, genuine, a wild shift from his usual playful tone.

“Crimson Reverie didn’t shine as brightly as I had hoped, but you did, on the night of my heist.”

He strides toward you, cape caressing his shoulder as it swipes forward around your frame, and suddenly you're embraced by white. Pulling you to his chest, he leans in, lips dangerously close to your ear, and softly says, “So, will you continue to shine for me, my lady?”

Not a moment later, your hands fisting the front of his shirt, you can’t help but think how strangely soft Kaito Kid’s lips are as you pull him into a kiss. When you open your eyes and pull away, you’re met with a bright grin of pure joy, as if he found whatever gem he’s been searching for, and a familiar white umbrella over your heads.

It’s a silent answer, but an answer that makes both of your hearts soar, regardless.

He’s captivating, and you can’t help but follow in his steps, falling under his spell and wanting more. You’re entranced by the raging, unknown seas of Kaito Kid, and you’ll eagerly take his hand if that means uncovering his mask.

“I’ll let you steal me away, but you have a lot of explaining to do.”

He grins.

“We’ll see about that, my sweet maiden.”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Alley

Media Accused

Character Jake Murry

Couple Jake X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Alley Toll

Smut semi-non-consensual / fingering / full sex / raw sex / seed

I turned the key in my locker adding the keys to my bag as usual, I forced my backpack over my shoulder holding my folders tight as I headed down the corridor and out the grim grey doors. As usual, the sky was overcast and occasionally raining piddled scattered across the ground along with litter and other such dirt. I followed the path as usual watching the odd cars go by, under a few off-ramps, past the dull estates and past many boys on bikes. That was pretty normal around here even if it made me nervous. I was close to home on the last leg as the rain began again so I headed down the alley towards home. A shortcut I used daily passed the large industrial dumpster for the shops around here, the walls covered in graffiti. But I stopped short frozen as I saw someone there behind the dumpster clearly waiting. I knew him even though his pulled hood but I just kept walking trying not to make eye contact. He wore red Converse, odd socks, skinny black jeans with a few rough fraying holes, some type of shirt I couldn't see, and his grey zip-up hoodie with the hood pulled up over his face, But as I passed him I heard his voice

"Hummm looky what we have here" he smirked his hand grabbing my arm "I knew waiting a little longer after the met would be beneficial for me" he whispered in my ear "Uummm don't you look delectable" he smirked pinching my ass thought my skirt

"I need to get home Jake-"

"You will. When I'm done. You see there's a toll on this alley now darling. And it's time you pay up" he smirked forcing me against the wall 

"Jake what are you-" I began but he didn't stop he closed the gap between us pushing me tight to the wall so much so my folders in hand pressed onto the brickwork enough that it punched holes in the cheap plastic he smirked and began pressing little kisses to my neck and his hands tugged up more skirt "Jake!"

"Quiet." He demanded "The other boys hear you they'll come looking and if they see you like this then they'll want a piece too. So if you just want me you'll keep quiet" he smirked his hand slipping under my skirt to stroke my panties "ummm wet already darling" he growled slipping his hand under my panties stroking me softly before he dove his fingers inside me moving them mercilessly inside me often rubbing on my clit all while evilly chuckling in my ear any time he forced a reaction out of me 

“Jake I need to get home” I told him 

“You’ll get home when I’m done with you” he growled between kisses on my neck his hand reaching up to grasp my breast slipping between the buttons of my shirts uniform and slipping under my bra “fuck-” he groans pulling his hand away and undoing his jeans before quickly pushing inside me 

“Ahh! Jake!” 

“Quiet darling” he growled grabbing my hip and mercilessly pounding inside me I did my best not to scream from the pleasure but he was so merciless with me with so little regard for me at all until he suddenly pulled out and pushed my skirt up high and let his seed cascade over my lower back and ass “I’ve missed you darling” he gasps licking and then kissing my cheek 

“I missed you too”

“Go on little bunny hop on home” he says fixing my panties and skirt but not cleaning me up at all pulling away to do his jeans back up 

“Thank you” I said fixing myself a little 

“You busy tonight?”

“I have homework Jake”

“Alright, fine I’ll see you around darling” he smirked giving my head a kiss before he headed out the alley. 

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