#so I'm pretty damn sure I didn't click it accidentally

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

corrupt!Satoru refuses to let go of his little sorcerer girlfriend when he becomes a vessel: Sure things have changed a bit.. Okay, a fucking lot. He's been put on a temporary leave by Yuji and the others till they can figure out a reverse. Which unfortunately for you means he's got all that time in the world to focus on your guy's relationship. "Y/n!" The unanticipated shout of your name almost makes you jump out your fuckin skin, quickly scarfing down a scolding hot piece of bacon so you don't choke. Dammit, you thought you could enjoy a nibble of breakfast before having to appease your master boyfriend. You pray to any God with a heart that Satoru wasn't too pissed at you for not being by his side when he awoke. From the goosebumps creeping down your neck and eerily sudden silence surrounding you, it's an obvious useless hopeless wish. "Why the fuck weren't you next to me when I woke up? Did I not say havin you by my side at all time keeps me from becoming.. Murderous?" The sudden presence and growled query compels you to spin around, starin up at him with wide frightened eyes. He's shirtless, gazing back with an unreadable expression as his magnificent morning wood bulges obscenely. "T-toru, I -" His hand damn near teleports to hold you firm around your slender brown neck. "Know what? I don't really feel like hearin whatever pathetic excuse is about to fall from those cute lips, baby. On your knees." He tells you, pushin you down with one hand while pullin his dick from his dark grey joggers with the other. You comply, eyes teary at how he glares down at you menacingly. "Better not disappoint me twice this morning, y/n. No tellin what I might do.." He warns, head falling back as he slips his dick into your mouth with a sinister smile on his pretty face.

corrupt!Gojo monitors the fuck outta who you talk to and where you go: If he can't have you near him 24/7, he NEEDS to know 1. Where you're goin; 2. Who's gonna be there; and 3. When the fuck you're comin home to him. "You're late. Fuck are you, little girl?" You're never gonna get used to the snarl that consistently stains his tone, even when he's not irritated. You're late coming back from what was supposed to be research on a curse, so Satoru calls you. "Just by a few minutes. I'll be there soon." You assure him, pullin your cell from your cheek briefly to check the time. "I didn't ask how late you are; I asked where you were." You don't waste a second droppin a pin. There's a bit of shuffling over the phone before he speaks again. "I'm on my way to pick you up. Stay where you are. Better be alone like you said, y/n." The line clicks dead as you heave a heavy sigh, makin sure not move an inch till you see Satoru pull up.

corrupt!Satoru doesn't do well with anyone besides himself being mean to you: Slamming your front door shut upon entering, you stomp towards your bedroom as tears of frustration leak from your eyes. You don't make it past the couch in the living room before Satoru's sittin down on it, perching you in his lap. "Who fuckin did it, baby? Huh? Tell me! I'll rip their fuckin head off." His gruesome words don't match the soft imploring look in his piercing eyes; you miss that look so much that the truth spills from your lips without a thought. "I thought I'd make it to Grade 2 today.. It didn't happen. They brought in someone new. Some jerk that failed me cause I wouldn't let him touch me." Your hands slap over your mouth, the last sentence accidentally comin out before you can think. That unreadable expression graces his features before you end up face down in the couch, panties swiftly pulled to your thighs as he eats your poor unsuspecting lil puss from the back. "What the fuuuuuck? Toru, ah! S-satoru, wait. Please just- ohmyGod!" Ofcourse he ignores you. Slurps ya cunt so good that you cum in under a minute. Only then do you get a response. "Get the fuck up. We're goin back up there. Gonna have a lil chat with Mr. New Guy." He commands you, landing one more lick up your slit and a harsh slap to your ass. You leveled up that day. And Mr. New Guy was gone by the next. Yuji and the others don't bother standing in Satoru's way.

corrupt!Satoru loves marking your body and staking his claim: He doesn't think a day should pass before he's adding a new one to the collection. So he corners you when you're in the kitchen doin the dishes. "Hey gorgeous. Wanna make you cum real quick.." He mumbles, pressin up behind you. His hard cock humps your backside slow and firm as he fingers you through your itty bitty shorts. The first swipe has you poppin your ass back on his dick, keening Satoru's name like a fuckin banshee. "That the spot, princess? Yeah it is.. Know all your spots. Just like Daddy should, huh?" His tone is so cocky but you know better than to disagree and nod to his question anyway. "Yeeees, only you can make me feel like this. Always make me feel so goood, Toru." He soaks in your praise and at this point it's a givin that you've completely abandoned your task. A damp hand slides to the back of his head for a handful of his soft snowy locks as he nips and sucks at your neck. His sensual lips are one of your weaknesses; never fail to make you whimper like a bitch in heat. "Satoruuuuu.. Daddy please. Want some dick.." He chuckles at you, wonderin if you can even handle it- not like that would stop him. Still, your knees are already so you weak he has to hold you up, arms slung around your waist to plaster your back to his front. "Fuck baby, so pretty when you beg for my cock. Look even prettier when you let me claim you like this." Fine, he'll give you what you want. But first.. He pulls his lengthy dick out, your small shorts down, and slips it between your plushy brown ass cheeks. Your boyfriend's eyes nearly cross at the tight warm hold of you. Satoru pants and huffs, quickly starting off with short strokes that numb his mind. "I'm gonna fuck this perfect fat ass one day, y/n. Thats right, and you're not gonna be able to stop me. You can beg and cry and scream all you want.. Mmmfuck- but Daddy's not gonna listen, baby. Not one bit. I'm gonna keep goin till you squirt all over me from the feelin of it." Precum assists him slidin back and forth with ease, but his filthy words aid the throbbing in your clit and flutter in your gushy cunt. You only moan back in response to his dirty admission. Its okay. Satoru knows you always get like this: speechless when you're about to cum. Goddamn you turn him on so fuckin much. He bites at the sensitive spot on your throat, locking his teeth and groaning like a wild man. It makes you clench around his dick, him in turn pressin his digits with an accuracy that forces you to cum so good. "Good fuckin giiiirl, baby! So proud of you. Takin my mark and cummin on my hand- fuuuuuck. I own you, princess." Your quick wordless whines spur him on, fingers still yanking his hair viciously as your arousal spills to the kitchen floor. The sting of the pull has Satoru howling while he cums buckets in you. He's licking messily at the fresh bite on your neck as he smears his nut all over your plump ass. Fuck, you always make him buss so fuckin so hard! He's breathing fast, eyes flickin between where he paints you, your new bite mark and how fucked out you look even though you haven't had his dick yet. Speaking of, why the hell is he still so goddamn rigid? But you.. "You're so fuckin wet.." Satoru spears you on his cock without a second thought, your loud stunned cry makin a warmth shoot up his spine. He doesn't know when your hand joined the other in his hair, just cherishes how tight you grip at him when he fucks the rest of his cock into you. Appreciates and adores any and everything you have to offer. 'Shit.. Guess its time to put a baby in you.' Satoru thinks as he holds you round your waist and drills your lil puss as you shout out in surprised pleasure. Christ, he loves you so fuckin much and he's never letting you go.

corrupt!Satoru In layman's terms: He shows you that he is very fuckin possesive and owns you in every conceivable way.

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[pendarling]

Perfect Timing

Their arms stretched down and grabbed Hero, who held onto the pole. The thousand-foot drop would've killed them if they hadn't made it in time. 

As soon as they were back on their feet, Hero snatched their arm away, narrowing their eyes. 

"You don't have to thank me, I guess." Villain didn't expect to find themselves in a bizarre situation in the middle of a heated fight when they first travelled out of their year, but what unfolded in front of them was a situation they couldn't comprehend. 

They gazed at Hero; they were bleeding and bruised from each side; looking at themselves, they were in a lot less of a mess. But the image of their lover being so disoriented angered them. They had their fair share of fights, but this was different.

"What are you doing here anyway?" They huffed. 

Hero looked so adorable when they tried to seem intimidating. They laughed softly and had to hide their amusement to avoid further conflict. "I uhh... was just passing by."

The power to time travel wasn't always exact, but in the future Villain came from, Hero was already more than committed to them. It didn't look like they were even the slightest bit interested in the past they'd travelled to. This would mean they accidentally travelled further back in time than they meant to, and from the looks of it, this was probably around the time when Hero was fighting the then "new" villain with the swords. They never really caught their name, but in the future, Hero would tell them stories of how brutal they were. They'd need to recalculate again and try for a second time. 

Hero was more distant and far less flirtatious, so according to what they could analyze, it was likely around the beginning of when they first met and were only strangers.

'How nostalgic,' Villain thought.

Hero sneered at them and circled an arm around their torso, waiting to see if they would attack. 

"Why did you help me?"

Oh, shoot. Were they not supposed to? It would make sense since they were on opposite sides. Damn... Hero had likely taken them for a traitor already.

Villain smiled sheepishly. "C'mon, I have morals too. I act in a way that... favours me."

"Saving an enemy favours you?" They clicked their tongue. "Your teammates must sure be proud of you--"

"Hey, what do you know about me anyways, huh?!"

"I know that you're pretty pathetic."

'And I know all your allergy symptoms and your first pet's name, but you're not asking me any of that.' Villain bit their tongue.

"Whatever." Villain frowned; they didn't remember Hero being so... rude. Hopefully, this wouldn't ruin their chance of getting together in the future, but even then, it was likely inevitable. They always got together in all the alternate timelines they visited. 

Hero crossed their arms. "I could help myself just fine."

"I wasn't asking." Until then, a bit of banter would be fun.

"I don't care."

"You clearly do, 'cause you're still talking to me."

They heard Hero grumble from across the roof. Villain let out a laugh; how charming. Hero's face was priceless; they never failed to amuse them no matter what year it was. 

"Just shut up! What's so funny!?" They saw the blush pattern on their face.

"Aw, sweetheart. I didn't mean to tease you so much." Villain lifted their wrist to inspect their watch; as expected, it was only slightly damaged on its sides. But a few repairs would make it turn. 

Hero shuffled backwards and tried wiping the blood from their eyes to understand better who they were arguing with. A villain with strange morals and an obligation dedicated to their work so much they weren't paying attention to their conversation at all.

Hero felt the intense urge to fix themselves to seem more presentable, their cheeks burning as much as their heart did. It wasn't every day they met someone who could captivate them as they could. 

Villain caught them move to fix themselves and silently smirked.

"I'm not affected by any of your worthless words." They mumbled, still sorting their uniform. Their hands froze under their gaze.

"I also take kisses as a form of thanks. You wanna kiss?"

Hero widened their eyes; the question caught them off-guard. "Y-you wish! I bet that's what you want! Yeah..." They confidently crossed their arms with a lopsided grin. 

Villain stopped briefly to look up, "Well, you're not wrong so I won't argue with you on that."

They saw the rose-coloured cheeks decorate Hero again more brightly than before. "What??"

Villain laughed at their reaction again, "I'm just kidding, darling; it's purely hypothetical."

The crime-fighter knitted their brows, their heel tapping vigorously; Villain whined the clock back a few minutes and shook their wrist. A tinkering noise from inside signalled a loose gear. They sighed, knowing they'd need to take apart the watch to fix it manually, and here they thought going home would be easy. 

"What is that?" They spoke again, "Some kind of contraption?" 

"Curious, love?"

"I saw a light before you helped me,"

"Humans see lots of strange things right before death."

"No, I saw it."

They set their arm beside their side and walked up to the other, "Maybe it was a flashlight."

"If it was, then you should be carrying it because it came from your direction."

Villain looked around the roof to try and find some way to change the topic. The effect of every use of time travelling was that a short flashbang of light would appear right as they arrived in the year they were set to. "Forget it. What's wrong with you?" they motioned their head in Hero's direction, their body barely able to stay up. "You look horrible." 

Hero growled between their teeth, "None of your business. Now what was that light?"

"None of your business."

"I'm tempted to fight you." 

Villain smiled, though it was probably hard to notice in the dark evening sky. The last time they had interactions like this with Hero was years ago when they were oblivious to the changes around them.

They missed this, a time before Hero had turned on them and relinquished the feelings they had so carefully built. If it weren't for everything that happened, they would have lived happily ever after. On another note, their insanity was partially healed by this version of Hero, who was only asking innocent questions. 

"Maybe another time," Villain scanned the dark horizon; this part of the city was unfamiliar. They'd need to head back to their office to begin repairs again. The version of them at this timeline likely hadn't finished their watch, so they might as well send out a helping hand. 

"You're not from here, are you?"

"Bingo."

~~~ MASTERLIST

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[wil-dearest]

Anonymous asked: dub. con. PLEASE!! (bonus points if it’s older!experienced!stepbrother willbur corrupting younger!virgim!innocent afab reader by using gaslighting hehe)

so i didn't do the step-brother and its dubcon if you squint. thought about it all day and i fucked up. anyways, hope this is somewhat enjoyable.

trigger warning: 18+. dubcon because you can't consent while drunk. sex. afab reader tho, so i got that right. sort of.

i, wil-dearest, present you my first- kinda, sorta, fic.

Want Me Sober, Please (Forgive Me)

Sure, you were close friends and he was so, so pretty, you couldn't help the way you leaned into him. It was a party and you didn't know anybody else after he begged you to go with him, just this once, he didn't want to be alone. (He wasn't that big of a party person so, you were confused. But you were nothing if you weren't supportive of him.)

The drinks became a little much for him, and after spilling some on his shirt, you laugh with him as you guide him to a spare bedroom, trying to keep him from stripping naked in the middle of some stranger's hallway. The second the door is closed and his shirt is off, he can't keep his eyes off of you and you try to find another shirt, letting him hold onto the water bottle you gave him. You're about to give up on a shirt for him when you feel his arms slide around your waist, tucking you into his chest as warm breaths ghost over your skin, leaving a wet, shiny trail when his tongue laps at your neck.

"Wilbur, what the fuck," you say, shivering, holding onto his arms as your wide eyes stare in front of you, you're not- not into it but he's fucking. He's fucking drunk and you try to voice it, trying to be the somewhat responsible, sober person that you were.

"Like you so much..." he says in that soft tone of his, right in your ear and you can only shiver, accidentally leaning into his embrace as his arms squeeze more around you, "can never say whats on my mind around you."

"Wilbur, you- do this when you're sober, I promise it'll-" but he doesn't listen completely, whining in your ear as he grinds against your ass. "You're drunk." You say firmly, tugging on his arms.

"You're so w-warm," he mumbles, finally stilling around you, "why don't you ever touch me?" He asks and lets go, and you can only grip the dresser, digging your nails into the wood as you listen to him struggle to sit on the bed again. You turn around, with a shirt, the ugliest one you could find, and you hand it to him, not looking him in the eye as he holds it, thumbing the fabric between his digits.

"Will you kiss me when I'm sober?" You hate yourself for nodding, it wasn't a lie but it gives him hope now. "Why won't you kiss me- now?" He hiccups and you click your tongue against your teeth, helping him with the shirt and when his arms comes down and his head is bowed down, you can't help sighing when he leans his head against your stomach. Your hands reach into his hair, combing through the tangled pieces before his hands came up, sliding underneath your shirt just to barely touch your hips. It burns where he digs his fingers and you are only so strong as a person, that when a pretty person begs you for something you can only hold out so long. You swallow the guilt and tilt his head back, making eye contact with those dark brown eyes that trace of every feature on your face.

"What do you want, Wil? What is it that you can't wait till you're sober?" You ask and he doesn't answer, using one hand to cup the back of your neck and press his face to yours. The touch shocks you, his lips moving sloppily against yours but you can't help but lean into his space, kissing him back and swallowing his half-whines and chest-deep moans.

"You- I want you. Forever." He says against your mouth, his teeth catching onto your chapped lips and you have to cry, damned pretty boys.

"Have me later." He doesn't respond before kissing you harder, tugging on your clothes. You don't want to stop but you don't want to be a regret, you don't want this to be a memory he hates. And when he sinks his cock inside of you, holding you close to his chest and kissing you and kissing you and rocking his hips and pulling those moans straight from your head, you can't help but hope this wasn't a drunk mistake. That he does like you and that he does want you, forever. Because you don't think you could just have him the once. You hope he'll forgive you when you kiss him again, when you start riding him and pressing him into the bed and getting him to leave bruises on your skin, when he leaves a trail of hickeys from your neck and down your collarbone and your chest. You never want to forget the way his touch is ingrained into your psyche, to your marrow.

When he comes into you and looks at you with those half-lidded eyes and yanked hair everywhere, you wish you had a camera. You want him forever too. "One more time?" He asks and you huff, barely catching your breath as you lean one hand on his chest.

"Go to bed." You say, kissing him one last time. Adjusting yourself so you lean onto your side, beside him. His arms tugging you into his chest as you fall asleep is a dream, waking up alone is a nightmare.

Sitting in that messy bed, and rushing up to go pee, only to realize he's nowhere to be found is an awful way to feel like you fucked up your friendship. He was also your ride. Fuck.

#spencer writes #wilbur soot smut #dark content #tw dubcon #tw drinking

[manicformunson]

eddie and the reader are the complete opposites and cannot stand each other, but after accidentally being locked in a room together at school after a small drug deal, the tension between them grows and is followed by an outburst of an argument followed by them kissing/making out …. turns out they didnt hate each other for nothing, eh?

locked in hell

master list

pairing eddie munson x fem!reader

summary eddie munson is erratic, loud, and rude. reader is sensitive, quiet, and sweet. ever since middle school the pair hated each other, but one day reader is looking to buy drugs for a party and the two get locked in a room together. what could go wrong?

note i love this idea sm and im sorry it took a few days!! enemies to lovers trope gang >>> also i will not be apologizing for the whore this man makes me.

"Come on Y/N, pretty please? It'll be like two seconds tops." Shelia begged Y/N and batting her big fat puppy dog eyes. The two had been invited to a party as long as they bring drugs and although Y/N didn't really care that much about going, it was super important to Shelia. The only problem is the only person either one of them knew sold was Eddie Munson and Y/N would rather die.

"Why can't you just get them?" If Shelia wanted to go so badly she could get the drugs her own damn self, not to mention the mere thought of being alone with Eddie made Y/N's skin crawl. "I have church after school. Please? I'll talk to him and set up the meeting and everything, all you have to do is pick up and pay."

Shelia had squeaked out the last part, paying was not part of the previous deal. "What? You're making me pay too?" She looked at Y/N sheepishly, "I can pay you back, I just don't have any cash right now."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "The shit I do for you. Fine, set it up and I'll be there, but you owe me. Big time."

—ﾉ*.✧

"Okay come on just walk in, get the drugs and leave." Y/N whispered to herself outside of the Hellfire room. Shelia had told her that Eddie usually does his deals out in the woods behind the football field but it was storming pretty bad so he'd prefer her meet him there. Shelia also made sure to mention that teachers normally don't pass the Hellfire room but Y/N wasn't taking any chances.

It didn't even look like anyone was in there when she had peeked through the crack in the door. Y/N took a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking in, making sure to close it so no teacher would take notice of them.

"Well, well you're late Y/N." Eddie said, startling her from where he sat at the end of a small table on what looked like a throne.

Ugh, that voice sounded like nails on a chalk board to her. "It took me a second to find it. Sorry." Y/N set her bag on the table as Eddie pulled out a metal lunch box and opened it. As she was skimming through her wallet for two twenties Eddie spoke up, "It's gonna be $50."

The way he had said it sounded snarky and irritated Y/N, not to mention he was trying to cheat her. "I though you told Shelia it was $40?"

He smirked and shrugged, "Things change, and I charge a late fee." Eddie grabbed the bag and held it up, "What do you even want the drugs for?" Y/N huffed at him as she dug through her bag for any more bills, "To smoke it? What else would I use it for?"

Eddie clicked his tongue at her and shook his head, "Giving me attitude? $55." It took everything in Y/N to not slap that smug ass grin off his face. "Are serious?"

Y/N thought smoke had fled from her ears she was so annoyed with him and it hadn't even been 5 minutes.

"I'm just saying, I can't imagine Hawkins' good girl Y/N doing drugs." He leaned closer to her, "Unless you've gone bad?" Y/N scoffed, who was he to assume anything about her? He was just trying to push her buttons and it was working.

"You know what? I don't even want your stupid ass drugs, they were for Shelia to go to a stupid party which I don't even give a shit about. So I'm leaving."

Y/N threw her money and wallet back in her bag before going to open the door. "What the fuck?" She said, mainly to herself but Eddie heard and came up behind her. He tried to jiggle the knob with no avail and turned to her,

"Did you happen to shut the door?" Eddie asked while looking at her like she was the biggest idiot in the world. "Um, yes? I didn't want any teachers seeing us doing a fucking drug deal?"

Eddie covered his face and couldn't help but laugh, "The knob is broke, it can only be open from the outside. I told your friend we were safe, why didn't you trust me?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "As if you're so trustworthy." "Well we're stuck here for the next thirty minutes, maybe an hour thanks to you."

Eddie went to sit back in his throne and began rolling a joint from the bag he was meant to sell. "What are you doing?" Y/N screamed, "We're still in school asshole! I don't want to get in trouble."

He continued until it was rolled nicely and lit it, "Says the girl who was buying said drugs so," Eddie giggled at the way her eye seemed to twitch at him. "God you're a dip shit." Y/N said, once again mainly to herself but Eddie heard her.

It seemed to set something off in him because he jumped up with the joint still between his lips and stalked to her until her back hit the locked door.

"Why are you such a bitch to me?" He seethed, breathing his smoke directly in her face. Y/N coughed a little and looked up at him, frowning. "Quit it asshole." She muttered and Eddie couldn't help but notice the way her neck flushed red all the way down her chest.

He leaned his arm on the wall beside her head and took another hit, this time blowing the smoke away from her. "You know, I think it's because attracted to me."

Y/N almost laughed, almost. "Excuse me?" "Yeah, you're attracted to me because I'm the bad guy, and I think secretly you want a bad guy to come ruffle those perfect feathers of yours. Hm?"

With the joint still lingering between his lips he grabbed her waist, a little roughly making her gasp as he leaned down to whisper dangerously close to the sweet spot on her neck, "Come on, admit it."

Y/N completely ignored how unbelievably right he was, the whole situation was making her a wet gooey mess in his hands but she wasn't ready to admit that to herself yet.

"You're way out of line Munson."

Eddie clicked his tonuge and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, meeting her eyes and fuck, Y/N felt breathless at the way he looked right now.

"Am I? It seems like I'm making you a little nervous." His lips were dangerously close to hers now, Y/N could feel his hot breath on hers and she couldn't take it anymore; Y/N took the blunt and stomped it out on before she yanked him by the hair and smashed their lips together in a fit of horny rage.

"I fucking hate you." Y/N muttered, moaning softly as Eddie's hands jumped at the opportunity to manhandle her tits. His lips dragged their way to her collarbone and bit harshly before bringing his head back up to met her lips once more, "God, shut up." He kissed her with all teeth before turning her around and shoving her against the door.

"You're such a goddamn brat." He whispered in her ear, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh to spank her ass before grabbing it roughly under her skirt.

Y/N hated how good it felt to have him touching her, she hated it even more that she wanted him to fuck her right there against the door. Eddie slid her bag off her shoulder and kissed it before she moaned at his hand reaching in front of her to stroke her clothed pussy.

Y/N heard him chuckle as her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure. "Please Eddie." She couldn't help but beg, the sensation of his hand on her was too much and she needed more. "Jesus, you're really contradicting yourself sweetheart."

Eddie continued to slowly rub his fingers along the outline of her cunt before Y/N felt his lips on her ear. "Telling me how much you fucking hate me and then begging me for what? To touch you?"

Y/N nodded, moaning almost everytime he came close to touching her swollen clit. Shit, Y/N was so loud and even though her moans were really turning Eddie on he couldn't let them get caught by a teacher or Jesus Christ, the Hellfire Club; so Eddie covered her mouth with his free hand and used his other to unzip himself.

Eddie slid his dick between Y/N thighs, slowing sliding it between her wet lips and relishing the pretty sounds she mewled. "Want my dick baby, hm? Can't think of anything else but my cock inside you?" He whispered sickeningly sweet in Y/N's ear, to which she immediately nodded.

Never in a million years did Y/N think Eddie fucking Munson could turn her into a cock drunk whore but here we are.

Eddie pulled away, allowing her to turn around before he grabbed her thighs, dragging her panties off and shoving them in his pocket; Y/N couldn't even register that right now because he immediately hoisted her up and teasing her entrance with his erection.

Frustrated tears threaten to fall as Y/N bit her lip, "Jesus, Eddie please just fucking-"

"Eddie!"

Y/N was cut off by a pounding knock on the door, causing her to freeze as Eddie covered her mouth again. They both stared at each other with wild eyes, her afraid of being caught and Eddie who had a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

He slowly slid in her, making her gasp and clutch the back of her knees. "Henderson." Eddie called out, fuck how was he so calm just sliding in and out of her while she was choking back every sound?

"Eddie? Why is the door shut?"

Y/N couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her when he had chosen to speed up his thrust, her cheeks painted a deep red as Eddie pressed their foreheads together.

"Um hello? Eddie what's going on?" It sounded like the same kid Eddie had called Henderson, followed by a few giggles that Y/N ignored. Honestly she really couldn't think about anything other than Eddie's dick.

"Shit baby," Eddie whispered low when Y/N clutched around him, she was already getting close and wanted to make sure they finished together.

"H-Henderson, gimme five okay? I'm just- fuck." The once cocky Eddie that had started this whole mess was now gasping against Y/N's covered mouth and digging his nails into her thighs in desperation as he tried to focus to make the Hellfire club not aware of their current activities.

"Finishing, finishing a few DND things?" His voice was breathy and Y/N couldn't help but moan at how hot it was to hear, to know that she had made him like this. She had heard a soft, "Um okay?" before the few footsteps retreated down the hall; Eddie uncovered her mouth and gripped her head back to kiss and bite at her neck.

"Lemme, lemme hear those pretty noises baby. Need to hear them." Eddie was gasping as he started pounding into Y/N relentlessly making a few quiet screams claw their way out of her throat.

Eddie had bit a spot right under her ear and her vision had gone white, she was moaning shamelessly and trying her best to bounce back against him before squirting all over him. Fuck the sight of her absolutely loose it and squirting, that was enough to push Eddie over the top. He moaned low in her ear before spilling his seed inside of her and clawing her thighs so hard Y/N was sure there would be little scabs.

"Shit Y/N, that was the hottest fucking thing." Eddie muttered as he gently set her back on the ground, hands still on her waist so she didn't fall. "Y-Yeah." All of the sudden Y/N was overly aware of what they had just done; she was worried about the people that were on the other side of the door and what they would think.

Eddie however, simply picked up the bag of weed she had originally came here to buy and slid it into her bag before sliding it on her shoulder.

"Maybe we could," Eddie grinned and scratched the back of his neck, "Maybe we could do this again sometime." Y/N couldn't help but smile up at his hopeful look and kiss him. She didn't really understand why but it felt right in the moment.

Eddie couldn't help but grab a handful of ass, "So that a yes?" Y/N nodded, "And I'll even let you keep my underwear as a present." She whispered, giggling proudly as Eddie looked a little speechless just before a handful of familiar faces stormed into the room.

The Hellfire Club.

"I'll see you later Eddie." Y/N waved, passing by all the gaping mouths and thinking, maybe Eddie Munson isn't so bad.

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #stranger things fic #hellfire club

[barry-j-blupjeans]

"And of course, you'll have training together tomorrow-"

"Can't," Magnus interrupted.

Lucretia blinked. She had come down to the boys' dorm to give them an update on their new training regime After the mess with Taako's relic- the Philosopher's Stone, it was of uttermost importance that they kept in good physical shape. She was already dreading the day she'd have to send them into Wonderland, so extra training couldn't hurt. She wanted to do that last, of course, but they were still searching for the Temporal Chalice and it was better to be safe than sorry.

But the only person in the dorm when she arrived was Magnus. Merle was, apparently, with his kids (Magnus whispered this to her like it was a secret and that Merle himself hadn't shown her the pictures he kept in his wallet). When she asked about Taako, Magnus grimaced and wouldn't elaborate. Lucretia had the feeling it had something to do with the giant burn mark on their floor that had been covered with a towel much too small.

"You... can't," Lucretia repeated.

"Yeah," Magnus said. "I mean, I can! And Merle probably can! But Taako, uhhh, Taako doesn't really wanna... be... around me right now."

Okay. Okay, Lucretia could deal with this. Taako got upset over lots of stupid things. One time, he held a grudge against Magnus for three cycles for taking their last bit of ketchup. Actually, Lucretia was pretty sure that if she hadn't erased that incident from their minds, Taako would still be mad about it. First things first, she needed to get to the root of the problem.

"What exactly happened between you and Taako?" she asked.

Magnus grimaced again, twisting his face up so much that Lucretia almost laughed. But that wouldn't be professional. She was professional.

"Nothing much," Magnus blatantly lied. "It's just, uh, y'know. When you're living in such close quarters with someone for a while, you're gonna fight occasionally."

Oh, did Lucretia know.

"But what was the fight about?" she said.

"Oh y'know..." Magnus repeated. Was he sweating? He looked like he was sweating. "Sometimes you just, uhm. Do things accidentally. And then fuck up your friendship with someone."

"Did you..." Lucretia's nose scrunched up as she thought. Okay, now she was grimacing. "I'm asking this in a professional sense, but did you kiss Taako?"

"What?" Magnus said. "No! What the fuck!"

"See, I thought you hadn't but the way you phrased it-"

"No!" Magnus said. "No, I'm mar- I'm not interested in Taako. Also, T-B-H, Director, Taako is not my type. He's too... spindly. And also intimidating. In the bad way."

"Sure," Lucretia said, like that made any sense to her whatsoever. "So you didn't kiss Taako, but you did something to fuck up your friendship." She tried to think. What could Magnus have possibly done to ruin things bad enough that he thought Taako wouldn't be going to training. "Did you... damn, Magnus, I'm out of ideas."

"I don't think it was that bad," Magnus said. "I just- I like to keep people on their feet! Keep them ready for danger!"

"Of course," Lucretia said, remembering when all four incidents of when she threw her journal at him when he snuck up at her, and the one time she hit him on the head with a inflatable baseball bat.

"So I was gonna do that to Taako while he was laying on the couch," Magnus said. "I think he was sleeping but I'm not sure 'cus I didn't look that hard. But I like, launched myself over the couch and onto the cushion next to him. And, uhm. Something cracked? Snapped? Snapped is a better word."

He glanced over at the burnt part of the floor. The pieces clicked together in Lucretia's mind.

"Oh, shit," she said. "You broke the umbrastaff."

"Not on purpose," Magnus said, voice low and urgent like someone would be listening in on them. Maybe he had been hanging out with Angus too much. "It just- it happened! On accident! And of course, Taako woke up immediately and he was like "what the fuck" but then the staff kind of, uhm. Got really hot? Like burning hot. And obviously, I got off it and there was a... thing that happened. And now we're here."

"A thing," Lucretia repeated, trying to get her voice to stay steady. She tightened her grip on her staff, hoping it would make her less shaky.

"Yeah, uhm, a thing."

"I think it'd be pretty important to mention what the thing was, Magnus."

"Wellllllll, I didn't get a good look at it," Magnus said, now looking anywhere but at her. He was playing with the end of his shirt. Lucretia didn't even have to know him for a hundred years to know that he wasn't telling the complete truth.

"Magnus, if it puts our security at risk-"

"Ehhhh," Magnus said. "It's probably not that big of a deal."

"Magnus."

"If I had to choose someone I have met to say it looks like," Magnus said. "Like, hypothetically, if I had to pick someone. Then I would probably, maybe- just like, a little bit, just a little bit, I would pick the, uh.... the Red Robe?"

"Lup," Lucretia breathed. Had she been in the umbrastaff this whole time? Fuck, why had Lucretia not put that together earlier? She knew the staff ate defeated magic users, Lup must have been bested before she died. Probably while hiding the Gauntlet. She hadn't come back because she hadn't physically been able to. Of course. Of course! Lucretia felt so stupid.

"Who?" Magnus asked.

"Nothing," Lucretia said, straightening up. "Where is she now? The- the Red Robe you saw, I mean."

"She got yeeted out of here pretty fast," Magnus said. "Like, there was a second where she was just kinda standing in the middle of the room, and then she was like "Taako!" and then she kinda fell through the floor and got shot away from the base. Taako looked through the floor window. And then he kinda like, stared at me. And he did that thing where he doesn't say anything but you know he's upset at you-"

"Right, right," Lucretia said, distracted. She had lich wards, duh. But that means Barry might find Lup before Lucretia was able and- gods, Lucretia was only just managing the guilt of Barry knowing what she was doing, but Lup?? Fuck. "Magnus I have to- I gotta go. This is- this is serious. If you see the Red Robe- either of them, if you see either Red Robe, tell me immediately. Do you understand?"

"Oh, for sure," Magnus said, still not looking at her. Lucretia, frankly, didn't care. She turned from the room, speed walking back towards the elevator. And then she remembered why she had come down here in the first place.

"I want the three of you in the gym at nine tomorrow morning!" she called over her shoulder. "No exceptions!"

"Taako's probably not gonna come!" Magnus said.

"No exceptions!" Lucretia repeated.

"He doesn't have a weapon anymore!"

"No exceptions!" Lucretia said once more, jamming the button to open the elevator. She heard Magnus grumble something from behind her, but she kept pressing the button. The sooner she got back to her office, the sooner she could do a scrying spell, and the sooner she could finally find Lup.

#magnus burnsides #lucretia #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #mine #ise cube writing #long post #kinda #like 1.2k

[shojislady]

2. PISSBABY TSUKISHIMA

"BYE MA!! LOVE YOU TOO! SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" y/n screamed out as she shut the door behind her. today was the day that y/n started school at karasuno high. she wasn't nervous, not at all. y/n never had any trouble making friends. she was an outgoing person and was easy to get along with.

(lol imagine)

beginning her walk to school, she decided to text the group chat to see how everyone was doing. the gc was originally made by the twins and y/n for chaotic reasons, but sooner or later they actually used the group chat for important reasons like planning or just occasionally checking up on each other.

'i miss them, but I'm gon beat them up when i see them. wanna act all tough cuz I'm 10 ½ hours away. just wait till i visit them.' y/n thought.

this is basically the format for each conversation that happens. y/n going into the group chat to check up on everyone to make sure they're okay, then the twins start ganging up on her until kyoya gets annoyed and tells them to stfu because he's trying to relax and he can't silence his phone. it was funny because when they got back to school, she would pretend like nothing ever happened and continued to flirt with kyoya.

"oh, there's the school!" she pointed out to literally no one. there were a bunch of students flooding in the gate. "gauh LEE.. that's a lot of damn people.”

she continued her slow pace to the school, not really caring about what time she got there, as long as she was before lunch. she was gonna be a bit late, either way, seeing as she had to go to the front office for her schedule.

"well, time to go beast mode." #alpha

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"All right Ms. l/n, welcome to our class! go sit behind yamaguchi. Yams! raise ur hand!" the teacher yelled out. y/n had gotten to school on time, but joined the rest of the students during their third class, since the VP took her on a small tour of the school after giving her the schedule.

she scanned through the sea of students to see a timid-looking boy raising his hand. he was cute, and looked to be a few inches taller than y/n. he had freckles and a nice mop of green hair standing on top of his head. if his face was red, he'd be a human strawberry.

with her black and blonde faux locs swaying behind her, she went to sit in her newly designated seat behind the boy who was now known as yamaguchi. she pulled out a notebook and opened it to a blank page, which was deemed useless seeing that she had already learned what was being taught.

bored, she pulled out her headphones, opening spotify, she pulled up her chill playlist, she clicked shuffle play, smiled, and relaxed a bit seeing the first song that came up. it was ' Big Poppa - the notorious b.i.g'. it was one of her favorite songs to chill to.

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"hey, it's time for science... " was what y/n heard as she removed her headphones. it was yams, telling her that it's time for the next subject.

now that she had the slight chance to talk to him, she decided to say what had been on her mind for when she saw him.

"thanks. y'know, you're really cute by the way. you look like someone i'd accidentally bump into in the street and u'd apologize and i'd say "no really its all my fault" then start talking to much cuz i got nervous. that's a compliment by the way."

'...what?' yams was shocked yet confused. he wasn't used to out of the blue compliments like that, or really at all. especially not from girls, and a really attractive one at that. but aside from the initial shock, why the fuck was it so specific and detailed?

"oh! uhm- thank you! you're really pretty yourself!"

"thank you! and thanks for waking me up! wanna be friends?"

"oh, no problem. and sure!! "

'that was odd...' tadashi thought to himself as he turned to face front. "damn, that was quick, yamaguchi" his childhood friend, tsukishima, teased. "im surprised you didn't stutter ur ass off.”

tsukishima kei was a very tall individual. he had short, blonde hair and was more on the thinner, lanky side.

"oh piss off tsuki, ur just mad that i talked to the pretty new girl before you, loser." yams shot back.

(bozo😹👎🏽 take this L tsuki🤡 )

"whatever😒😒"

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"hi yams! hi yams' friend! what are we doing now?" y/n asked. the bell had just rung, and y/n was too lazy to pull out her schedule.

"hi l/n! this is tsukishima! its lunchtime right now so we're heading to the cafeteria!!" he replied with a small smile on his face.

"BOOO!! the cafeteria sucks ass. that's why I always ate in the club room." y/n complained with a big ole thumbs down.

although she was pretty extroverted, she didn't like all the extra loud noise and nosy people. there are some hating ass hoes back at Ouran, but she couldn't give less of a fuck. all they ever did was talk shit because they were jealous of her relationship with the hosts, but she knew it was part of the deal when she became friends with them.

"wah wah, cry me a river. either sit with us or not, jeez." blabbered smart- ass tsuki.

"actually, you're in luck! we and a few others are all going to meet and eat lunch in the gym to go over some stuff for our club, you can join if you want!" yams offered.

she happily accepted the offer and continued to walk along with them to the cafeteria, then to the gym where they would eat. they stopped by the vending machine for y/n, because her thirsty ass drank all her water before lunch, now craving a nice refreshing beverage to wash down the curry she's about to fuck up.

after a few more short minutes of walking, they had finally reached the gym and heard arguing coming from the inside, not knowing that the moment she steps into that gym, she'd be going on a wild trip.

taglist: open and empty

guys.. dont be mad at me ik i missed my deadline☹️☹️

but im thinkin..

should i still write the beach episode for ouran? i have a few ideas for it but idk..

LEMME GO UPDATE THE OTHER BOOK

#ouran host club #ouran high school host club #ohshc hikaru #ohshc kyoya #ohshc x reader #ohshc mori #ohshc anime #ouran honey #ouran tamaki #black reader #haikyuu x poc!reader #haikyuu smau #haikyuu #crossover #karasuno

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Root is nervous. Very, very nervous. In fact, she hasn't been this nervous in a while, but there's very little she can do about it now. Especially when everyone is counting on her to keep Lily busy.

Just a few days prior, everyone found out that Lily's birthday was October 1st, aka, today. The girl had never brought it up purely because she forgot to. Her birthday had never been celebrated.

So, of course, that was going to change.

SMG4 had tasked Root to keep Lily busy while everyone else got the party ready. When she asked why, it was apparently because he knew Lil Coding would accidentally slip and tell Lily.

Which Root understood, but still, she was nervous.

For now, they were hanging out at the Meownager's establishment, getting something to drink.

"Maybe we should head back soon." Lily looks over at Root. "We've been out for a while."

Root tilts her head a bit. "Uh, are you sure..? I mean, we could like.. go to the park or something..?"

The young girl pauses before sighing. "Okay, Root, I'm done playing dumb. Why are you keeping me from the castle?"

"Damn it!" Root hisses, flicking her glass. "I thought I was good at hiding it..."

"I didn't know at first. If that makes you feel better. It sorta just clicked?" Lily shrugs. "But really, why are you keeping me from the castle?"

"Well.." the virus frowns, trying to figure out what to say, before her phone dings. She pulls it out and looks at the text.

SMGDad(?): You can bring her over now! We're ready!

Root smiles. "Come on, I'll show you."

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They were back at the castle soon enough and they stood in front of the wood doors. Root turns to Lily and pulls out a blindfold.

".. what?" The girl narrows her eyes.

"Put it on!" Root smiles.

Lily hesitates before taking the blindfold and putting it on. She ties the knot behind her head before taking Root's hand. "Fine, but you're being my seeing eye human."

The virus smiles and nod. "Sure thing."

With a simple push, the doors opened, and the duo walked in. Lily stumbled once or twice, not used to the blindfold, but she still walked.

As they stood in the lobby, Root smiles.

"Okay, when I say 'go', take off your blindfold. Ready?" She grins.

"Uh.. guess so?" Lily shrugs.

"Okay.. 3, 2, 1.. go!"

Lily pulls off the blindfold, wincing a bit to adjust to the light. However, the momentary sting of pain was nothing when she saw and heard..

"Happy birthday, Lily!"

The young girl's stares in shock, seeing the assembled party, and she is pretty sure that everyone she knew and was friendly with was there. Hell, she could see Abyssal and Umbra too.

"What.. is.." words escape her.

"It's a birthday party, duh!" Lil Coding smiles as he walks over. He gives her a huh. "Happy birthday, Lil'."

Tears pool in Lily's eyes before she smiles wide. "Thank you guys..!" She'd never had a birthday party before. But if she knew her family, it was going to be the best one ever.

#oc: lily #virus: root #code: lil coding #smg4 #fanfiction: my writing! #!posts! #happy borthday child #short because Im at work.. but le child deserves a birthday piece!

[mannatea]

I'm pretty sure I promised a photo of the cat who won the poll and The Fluff won, so...you may see Him.

Important Fluff Facts™:

He must face you at night to sleep. If you turn over too bad he's climbing to the other side to see your face.

He likes to lay his face on your face sometimes, it's very important you let him enjoy these moments.

His fur is like cotton candy consistency and he never stops shedding.

We call him Soft Son.

If you saw his tail you'd know he was a fire hazard. We don't burn candles anymore lol.

If you yeet him (aka gently remove him) from the desk enough times he runs to the living room, flings himself in the Tantrum Box, and tears up the paper in there in a furious fit of soft and fluffy rage.

He LOVES hair and wants to feel your hair on his face.

If you baby talk ANYWHERE in the house he will teleport instantly to your location.

If he hears the click of the brush (retractable bristles lol) he will come sliding down the hall for brushings.

Don't let the small amounts of orange on him fool you: he has an orange brain. He's so so dumb.

His actual real full name is The Fluff Pancake because when we first got him he used to lay on the floor and his fluff made him round. Bonus is that we almost named him Justy or Tylor after The Irresponsible Captain Tylor, because while the good captain seems stupid as hell he's accidentally just always a big brain, and our dumb fluffy son also may actually be manipulative (but the world will never know).

He was adopted from a kitten rescue. We were actually looking to adopt a kitten at the time (my two cats + neal's two cats + we wanted to get one together) but the rescue had just gotten in this grown kitty from Kentucky (he came up north with a group of dogs headed for a rescue here) and I fell in love with him. His original name was Diego and we bathed him at the rescue since he had just arrived that day and he didn't give a damn at all so I knew he was Perfect.

He purrs very loudly and is not afraid of strangers AT ALL he would snuggle and love up on literally anyone.

#he's a dummy but he's MY dummy #reblog #cats #animal tag

[argothiathedreamer]

I...

Okay so I was just scrolling through my YouTube notifications looking for something to watch and I saw PushingUpRoses latest video on Columbo and I clicked on that, but YouTube sent me to a Gaming top 10 list instead?????

#I do follow the channel the gaming list was posted by so the video was in my notifications #but it was like 2 or 3 videos above the Columbo one #so I'm pretty damn sure I didn't click it accidentally #YouTube just... get your shit together #Argothia's being weird again #I mention PushingUpRoses specifically because she's cool and ya'll should check out her videos

[kerie-prince]

the intern

Peter Parker x Reader (college au)

requested: (anon) plz plz plz give me some college aged, super powerful ( think stark ceo powerful ) peter parker shit. idc what the rest of the story is about, i just need a brooding, smoldering, suit wearing, extremely expensive, college aged spiderman. plz and thank you!!!!

warnings: language

summary: When you start a new internship at Stark Industries, you're not only surprised to find Peter working as your boss, but that he's not the shy neighborhood boy you grew up with

a/n: this doesn't follow canon so for this imagine, hammer industries is just a rival company and the snap never happened lol also i don't know anything more than operating a phone so don't expect me to write sciencey, techy stuff lmao

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were running across the road to jump into a cab that was available. Your phone hadn't been charging all night as you thought it had which caused you to wake up forty-five minutes before the start of the interview. You need this internship before you graduate from Empire State and get your degree in robotics.

On the way there, you nearly got car sick as the driver took sharp turns and nearly ran past intersections seconds before they became red. Once in front of Hammer Industries, your heels clicked loudly as you ran inside the tall building. You checked in with the front desk and took the elevator up to the 10th floor.

Just as you arrived, Justin Hammer was calling your name. “I'm right here!” you nearly tripped on your heels and your breaths were short.

“I've called your name three times, do you understand what that makes you look like, correct?” Justin stood unphased as you stood up straight and tried to steady your breath. “All these people are on time. Some of these folks have been here for hours, even.”

“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry–”

“Shame, I really liked your resume and your report on the expansion of nano-technology. Try again next year, maybe.” Justin started to call out the next participant and when she got up you stepped in front of her, “Please Mr. Hammer, I need this internship or I can't graduate.”

The people in the waiting room had their eyes on the two of you, tension so thick that it was almost hard to breathe. “Then maybe you should have come on time,” he pushed you aside to let the next person in to interview. You quickly ran back out and spoke to no one all the way home. Your eyes and cheeks were aching as you held in the tears during your Uber ride. The driver wanted to ask if you were okay, but if you were to break down in his car he’d probably be stuck having to listen to what happened and if he was honest with himself, he didn't actually care.

Once you got to your apartment, you made a straight line to the kitchen. “Hey, how’d the interview go?” MJ, your roommate, asked while still looking at her computer. You reached into the freezer for your emergency ice cream pint, snatched a spoon and walked into your room without saying anything. “That bad, I guess,” MJ said to herself.

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You sat with MJ and Ned in the cafeteria, but had not touched any of the food on your plate. Your head was laid on the steel table and you just continuously groaned. “I’m a failure,” you whined.

“No, what you are is fucking dumb,” MJ commented as she ate.

“Thanks, Michelle, that makes me feel so much better,” you looked up to glare at her before laying her head back down. Ned felt bad that his friend was in despair, “How come you didn't ask Peter for help?”

“Huh?” you lifted your head back up some of your hair falling onto your face.

“Yeah, Peter already works at Stark Industries, why didn't you just ask him to get you in? You could even skip the internship altogether and be in full time,” Ned suggested. You gave it some thought, but something about it didn't sound right.

“No, I don't want to bother Peter. I don’t want him to think that I’m only calling him for a job,” you sighed. Ned texted Peter anyways. Unexpectedly, Peter texted him back immediately.

“He says it’s fine,” Ned showed you his phone to read the text. ‘Yeah man, tell her to come in tomorrow and Ms. Potts will interview her’

You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding and pulled out your phone.

‘Thank you so much for helping me out’

(…)

‘No problem, anything for a friend’

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The Stark Industries building was huge. It almost looked taller than the Empire State Building, and maybe it actually was. Your legs were shaking as you stared up at it. “Here goes nothing,” you assured yourself.

The lobby was bustling with people; workers walking around, a group of kids that seemed to be here on a field trip, and some teens taking pictures in front of one of Mr. Stark's Iron Man suits.

The trip up to the 17th floor was crowded with people as more and more entered in every passing floor. You had to squeeze yourself out and accidentally stepped on someone’s foot in the process.

Looking around, your jaw dropped. It was an open laboratory with groups of people putting together small robots, flying drones, and people laughing and talking. It was such a fun and cool looking environment, you wondered why you didn't just apply here in the first place.

Pepper Potts spotted you walking around and approached you with a tap on your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Pepper. You must be Y/N,” she reached her hand out to shake yours which you accepted. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Peter’s told me a lot about you. Come, follow me,” Pepper’s office had glass walls and a view of New York from behind her desk. You weren't particularly fond of heights, but even you would love to have an office view like that. Pepper gestured to the chair in front of her as she smoothed her dress to sit in hers. “So, I see here that you had an interview at Hammer’s. Can I ask why you chose them?” You didn't even know how they got that information. You hadn't seen or spoken to Peter in quite a while, so how Pepper knew that was beyond you. You sat there with your lips moving to say something but nothing was coming out.

Pepper seemed to have caught on what you were thinking and elaborated, “Before I do any interviewing, I do full background checks on everyone.” She had a gentle smile which made you feel better. You thought she would scold you or something considering the question did more than catch you off guard.

“My mother used to work there for a long time and I figured that I would follow,” you explained. Pepper nodded her head and wrote some notes down. She looked onto her computer and looked at everything there was about you. “Well, I see here that you have exceptional grades. 4.7 GPA since you started school and your paper on nano-technology has gotten much praise. I think even Tony read it.” No way. The Tony Stark read my paper? “So tell me, do you see yourself working here at Stark Industries?”

You looked outside and watched everyone in the open lab again. “Yes.”

“Then that’s all I need to hear. We’d love to have you here,” she reached over to shake your hand. You looked at her surprised and hesitantly shook hers. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

“Thank you so much!” You cupped her hand with both of yours and shook it a little too quickly, but she didn't seem to mind. You were ecstatic to start your path to your career, and at a dream place at that.

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Your alarm rang at the time you set it to, but there was no need for it. You couldn't sleep all night. Today is your first day of your internship and you were feeling so many things at once. Excited, nervous, happy, scared…

You tried to restrain yourself to a light breakfast, but MJ’s pancakes were to die for that you ate two whole stacks. You looked through your closet just about fifteen times; you had already picked an outfit the following night with the help of MJ, but when you put it back on, you hated it. It sucked for your roommate seeing as she had to sit through you changing from eight other outfits.

You tried to picture the lab again to see how other people dressed for a better idea to base it on your outfit choice. From what you remember, it was pretty casual, so that’s what you stuck to.

You were given your pass the day you were hired, so you had no issue walking inside. The elevator was just as packed as it was last time, but you were more composed so there were no toes being stepped on this time. You weren't exactly sure as to where you had to go, so you looked around to see if there were other interns to ask where to start.

“Y/N!” Peter’s voice surprised you from behind. Your shoulders jumped a bit, but relaxed at the view of his face. His face… you actually hadn't seen him for quite a while. Months, maybe. His jawline was more defined, and his once floppy hair was styled neatly. You tried to not look him up and down, but the temptation was definitely there. And the other thing, his voice was deeper than you last remembered. Is this really Peter Parker? “Hey, Peter.”

He gave you a hug that nearly made you lose breath. He was stronger than you remembered. A memory flashed back to when you were in junior high; you, Ned and Peter were hanging around the local park and you beat Peter on rounds on the monkey bars. He gave up after a couple bars, but you went back and forth a couple times. ‘Show off.’ But now, he had muscles that the shirt he was wearing hugged his biceps.

The hug was quick, and you had to pretend that he didn't just squeeze some life out of you. “Do you work on this floor?”

“Yeah, you’re actually assigned to work with my team. Come, I’ll show you around.” He started walking and you noticed how his posture changed. Damn, I know it hasn't been this long since I've seen him. Why does he look so different? He was wearing trousers. Trousers? Peter hates trousers. But his ass is looking great–

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s going to be working with us as an intern. And I'll say this beforehand, no she's not going to be taking coffee or lunch orders,” Peter introduced you. There were various aged people in this group. Some were your age, and one person looked to have been in his thirties. Peter is in charge of this group? They all said ‘hi’ to you and went around introducing themselves.

Once that was finished, Peter pulled a chair for you on the table. “You’ll take notes for me while I give this presentation,” he whispered to you before walking in front of the table and started writing on the clear glass board.

He was talking quickly and didn't stumble over his words like he used to. Everyone was listening to him attentively and you jotted notes down as quickly as you could. Every now and then, you would steal glimpses of him and feel a sort of… well you felt something. Amazement? Inspiration? Adoration?

No doubt was Peter one of the smartest people you've ever met and here he was leading his own team and making potential products for Stark Industries at such a young age. Seeing him at work was so… it was indescribable to you but all you could think of was how different he is now. In a good way, of course.

Peter Parker has been your friend for years and to see him change from a bumbling, shy, adorable nerd into a confident, intelligent working man attracted you.

When you got home, you thought a lot about your first day. Being an intern at Stark Industries was really fun, so far. You weren't expected to do silly things like get coffee or lunch for everyone or pick up someone’s dry cleaning. You actually learned something and even had your opinions heard on some of the things that Peter suggested for his team’s upcoming product presentation.

If this is what it's like to be an intern, you couldn't imagine what it would be like working full time.

“How'd it go?” MJ stuck her head in your room. “It was fun. I'm working with Peter,” you explained your day to her.

“Cool,” was the last thing she said before she went to her own room for the night.

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In the past few months, your internship at Stark’s has been going swimmingly. Everyone's been so nice, and the work is so fascinating. You've gotten closer with Peter and along the way, he felt like he was more than a friend and boss to you.

Currently, everyone was getting ready for their final presentations for the upcoming annual Stark Industries Convention. It was going to be Peter’s first year presenting his own project with his team and you were so excited to be a part of it.

The time you’ve spent with Peter was really fun. He was a good mentor and a great friend. The only thing was that you couldn't help but look at him a little too long, and you’ve found yourself thinking about him during your classes or doing your homework. The shy boy from Midtown High was no more, replaced– no, grown into the Peter you know now. But you pushed all feelings aside to focus on your next thesis paper and mock-up of the handout brochures of Peter’s project.

Sometimes, you didn't even feel like an intern as Peter would ask for any ideas you had to make the project better and even let you help with assembly. He stayed true to his words and you’ve never once had to run for coffee or things like that. There’d be times when you would study some of the little parts under a magnifying glass and he’d come up slightly behind you and explain about some of the bits on the working table.

And every time he did that, your breath would be stuck in your throat and you’d have to remind yourself that this was just Peter helping you out and you’re just learning. But it was normal to want more every now and then… right?

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The convention was just a few days away and you had trouble finding something to wear. These events were usually black tie events, but did that mean the presenting teams as well? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?

One of the guys on your team, Richie, sat with you during lunch and talked about how he was probably going to wear the same suit as always. Not because he couldn't afford a new suit, but he was just a simple person and he only wears it once a year for the conventions and that’s all, so it’s still in mint condition.

The girls on your team and some from others were going dress shopping the day before and invited you to join. You were excited mainly because now you don't have to bother MJ for it.

Speaking of MJ, you were going to ask her to come with you. Pepper sent out the electronic invitations to everyone in the company and authorized plus ones to even interns. She’s never been to one – for reasons you were still confused about – but you wanted your best friend to be there for you. And if not MJ, then you bet Ned would still come with you. Wait, what if he’s going with Peter?

On cue, Peter had sat in the chair next to yours in the small break room, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey Pete. You excited for Saturday?” Peter quietly stirred his coffee and gave you a small smile, “Uh, yeah. I’m nervous, but I’ve worked really hard on this. And everyone, too. Including you.”

You slightly blushed. I didn't do all that much you thought. You two just sat there taking small sips from the hot, bitter beverage.

“So… I wanted to ask you something,” Peter started.

“Mhm?” The coffee nearly slipped past your lips. You quickly grabbed a napkin to lightly dab some of it off of your lips.

“Well, as you know, we can bring anyone with us to the convention,” he trailed off.

“Yes?” Is he going to…

“And I wanted to know if you were bringing MJ with you.” Oh. You nodded your head and thought you hid your disappointment well but without knowing, Peter actually caught it for a split second. “Good. You can come with me,” he smiled and stood up.

You were in awe; without effort, Peter just asked you to be his date for Saturday.

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“Dude, how are you not ready yet? He’s gonna be here any minute,” MJ sat at her computer per usual working. Your music was too loud for her taste playing from your shared bathroom. Peter said he would pick you up at 7, and it was currently 6:50.

You had put on and removed your make-up at least five times. Something was always wrong; one of the wings would either be thicker than the other, the blush would be the wrong shade, or the lipliner kept going out of place. But, alas, you finally nailed it.

Your hair was styled half up with elegant curls and braids. In between some braids were little bits of baby’s breath flowers. Most likely, you were going to have a hard time taking those out but they looked cute and it was too late to take them out.

Your dress was right above your knee and flowed comfortably so you wouldn't have a hard time walking. It was a neutral taupe color and had a V-line that ended just above cleavage and hugged the curve of your waist. You paired it with simple black heels and a small, white handbag.

“He’s here,” MJ informed you.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “what do you think?” You spun around and held your arms out. “You look really pretty. Now go get ‘em. I’ll watch it on the live stream.” She gave you a lazy thumbs up and resumed her work.

Outside was Peter in an all-black apparel. His dress shirt had only one button undone, and he had a loose blazer that accentuated the dip of his shoulders. He stood against the limo with his hands at his sides. God, he’s gonna be the death of me.

When he caught sight of you, he had a flirtatious smirk on his lips and held out for your hand. “Peter, where’d this limo come from?”

“Mr. Stark set it up for me,” he stated like it was no big deal. Must be nice being his favorite. He held the door for you to climb in and closed the door behind him. “We’re ready, Happy,” he told the driver. Happy rolled his eyes, closed the window and drove off.

The convention was off to a great start; Tony Stark came in with his suit as he always loved to do and started introductions before everyone else scattered around to look at the projects of the many departments in his company. Some groups of certain departments had large stages, some had small stands, like Peter’s.

There were still large crowds coming to see the smaller presentations, and everyone seemed to be fascinated with Peter's. You stood on the side as his team operated the machine and Peter spoke. He looked confident and it was mesmerizing to watch him.

After the night was over, all employee’s and some guests were brought back to headquarters for the after party. You walked around with Peter and had flutters in your heart every time he held the small of your back. The most exciting part of the night was meeting Tony Stark in person. He greeted Peter warmly, and then his eyes landed on you, “Peter, who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Y/N. She’s a friend of mine,” he gestured for you. You shook Tony’s hand and stood starstruck. “The one you don’t shut up about?” Pepper hit his shoulder and laughed nervously.

“Wait, I’ve heard about you. Buddy of mine works at Empire State and he showed me your paper, it was really good.” You were still shocked that he had even read it and here he was talking to you about it. You went back and forth talking about nano-technology.

On the way home, you and Peter talked and laughed about things you told him as you caught him up to what was happening on campus when he couldn't be there. It was a really fun night, and Peter was more noticeably relaxed now that the hard part was over. “Alright, home sweet home,” Happy announced through the window.

“Well, that’s me,” you smiled sadly, not wanting the night to end. You reached to open the door but Peter climbed out from his side. He walked around to open your door and just like he did earlier, held his hand out for you to grab and assist you out the limo. What was different this time was that he kept his hand in yours as he walked you to the door of the apartments. “I had a great time with you tonight,” Peter confessed.

“Me too,” your voice was soft and low for only him to hear. Peter’s eyes switched from looking into yours to your lips before he grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. The kiss was needy, passionate, but had a certain gentleness to it. Once he felt you kiss him back with the same fervor, he deepened the kiss and brought one hand to pull your waist closer to him.

You pulled apart to regain your breath and looked to admire his swollen lips and he copied the same notion. He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss and pulled away, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Peter.” Your cheeks were flushed and your face was warm. You watched him as he left and ran inside. Upstairs in your apartment, you found MJ and Ned sitting on the couch with a bag of chips in each of their hands.

“Good night?” Ned asked. You just nodded and walked slowly to your room.

“We saw the whole thing, by the way,” MJ said nonchalantly. You looked back to glare at your best friends, Ned smiling innocently at you and MJ keeping her straight face.

You changed into your pajamas and laid on your bed on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't wait to go back to work on Monday.

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[thepointoftheneedle]

Riverdale, art and commerce.

(I'm sure this is well understood by most people but I didn't know it and I figured it might be interesting for others.)

Do you feel puzzled about why Riverdale got so… bad? I’m not talking about ships here, YDY in that regard but it seems to me that it has dropped the ball with regard to continuity (2021- again!) and consistent characterisation. That’s confusing given that it is made by talented performers, set designers, directors and cinematographers. I know we love to rag on the writers but, while some of them certainly seem to be hapless with regard to their use of social media, these are people who are making lucrative careers writing for TV. They have skills.

I was confused, and a confused Marxist like me looks to economics to explain culture, “Follow the money” in other words. I thought I understood basically how tv revenue works. The producers make content for a network that will draw in an attractive target demographic. The network sells that audience to advertisers. The show is not the product, we are not the consumers. The product is us, our eyeballs, our disposable income, the network is selling us to advertisers, they are the consumers. So it seemed to me that the show runners and the network would be concerned about falling ratings since that generates less product (us) to sell to their consumers (the advertisers.)

But I didn’t understand syndication which meant my grasp of the economics was all wrong.

“While the other nets are in the business of making money off their live viewership, The CW was created as a vessel for first-run domestic broadcast, for the purposes of creating programming ripe for syndication and, thus, a much more profitable second-run deal. It takes 88 episodes of a show to achieve that number, and The CW was created with the singular purpose of getting the shows of its parent companies to the qualifying numbers. There is also an ongoing output deal the network has with Netflix, which means that eight days after any CW show ends its season, even if it’s only the first season, all episodes of that show will become available on the streaming service. Which means that those CW shows are an immediate source of income for their owners, regardless of original viewership.” (Turitz 2017)

The product here is the show’s ability to fill a slot for 20 weeks of weekday reruns ie 100 episodes. (These days 88 episodes is the minimum but obviously 100+ is better.) In addition, the product is the square on the Netflix (or other streamer’s) matrix that gets folks clicking “Next episode” in a hypnotic trance.

Because the CW is targeting the syndication market then live viewership is much less important, it isn’t how they turn a profit. What they want is a show with significant brand awareness in the prime demographic, a show with a mountain of episodes that can be shown ubiquitously, a show with cliffhangers from ep to ep to get streamers transfixed, and from ad break to ad break for conventional viewership.

Crucially cohesive narrative arcs are not really important. Shows in syndication are often shown out of order, holiday episodes do better if they can be shown at the right season, narrative through line be damned. If a show runner begins with a vision and an aesthetic you can be pretty sure it will have run its course after a couple of seasons, then it's a case of holding on, switching things up enough, often enough, in order to get to the magic 88 or 100 if you're really lucky.

See now it begins to make sense doesn’t it? They aren’t making a bad show. It streams on Netflix, mission accomplished. It’s at 100 episodes, mission accomplished. It will continue in syndication until the ice caps melt and we all grow fins. Mission accomplished. The problem is us, we’re watching it all wrong. We should be thinking of it like one of those William Burroughs cut ups, seeing how narrative is accidentally created by putting random scenes together, or just watching to see the pretty people wear the clothes and sing the songs. Sometimes people make out with each other, doesn’t matter who or why. It's all about spectacle not catharsis-- but spectacle with minimal overheads and easily reusable sets.

Of course we wish the show were better, but it isn’t, because it has to have episodes that will appeal not to a devoted fan base but to the casual streamer, the channel surfer, who just want to see if this is the episode where the red headed dude fucks the bear or whatever happened. And I'm sorry, but now they are at 100 there is simply no incentive to give loyal fans what they want, they won't make a lot more out of us anyway, they want fresh meat in the syndication market. Understanding it makes me feel better about the whole thing, I mean, I still hate it but at least I know why I hate it now.

References

Neil Turitz The CW Redefines What It Means to Be a Success (Network Series) 2017

https://www.tracking-board.com/the-cw-redefines-what-it-means-to-be-a-success-network-series/

Amelia Rankine “What went wrong with ‘Riverdale” https://www.queensjournal.ca/story/2019-03-29/pop-culture/what-went-wrong-with-riverdale/

#riverdale negativity

[love-amihan]

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CRUSH // INUMAKI TOGE

amihan's note: oh god this is so embarrassing, some of this may or may have not how i acted towards my crush, out here exposing myself- bear with my humiliations i bought upon myself, happy reading!

summary: modern au wherein you have this crush on inumaki toge and you cannot function right whenever he's around. what can i say? he just takes away your words with his mere existence 🥴✋

crush!toge x gn!reader

the first time you noticed him was when he accidentally bumped to you yes it's cliche i know shhh

your friend happen to know him! would you look at that, luck's on your side

but it was a mistake asking your friend, yuta

he won't stop teasing you whenever toge's around

saw him passing by? yuta pokes your side and starts calling for toge, "toge c'mere!" then off you go to 'meet' your teacher to talk about that non-existent project you were gonna have.

your actions didn't go unnoticed by toge

he even joins yuta for the fun of it

oh you're having a good day? let's ruin that and make you humiliate yourself:

you inform your friends that you're having a great time so far, currently munching on your food happily.

all the stress gone along with the projects and homework that was piled up. until yuta thought it would be fun to ruin your streak.

he apparently just so happen to tell toge, out of all people, that it's alright to have lunch on your table.

surprise, surprise, the only available seat was beside you. "you little shit" you glare at yuta sitting across you who have the biggest smile on his face.

you gulp nervously as toge takes the seat beside you, "hey, i hope you don't mind" his soft voice making you feel fuzzy inside, oh that dreamy voice of his.

yuta gets all giddy, he chuckles at your state. he really thinks this will be the good time to introduce you, like c'mon you haven't even got time to fix yourself properly!

you're still recovering from the all-nighters you pulled. "i'm sure y/n is more than okay to have you here~"

yuta gestures to you, "l/n y/n, inumaki toge" toge turns to you smiling sweetly, "nice to meet you" he holds out a hand.

your throat becomes dry, looking back at him, trying not to look away because goddamn he looks good, who gave him the right?!

you snap out of your daze when you hear yuta's snickers, you feel heat rushing up your cheeks.

subtly rubbing your sweaty palm on your uniform before shaking his hand, "y-yeah, nice to meet you."

you mentally slap yourself for stuttering, quickly letting go of his hand and going back to your food. doing your best to pretend your crush is not beside you also eating his lunch.

after that faithful day, toge never fails to tease you with your little crush on him

oh did i forget to mention he's your classmate?

on top of that, you didn't even know how it ended up with having him as your seatmate

you can't help but give him side glances whenever the lesson starts

he will always catch your eyes on him making him smirk a little

one time, he straight up turns to face you staring right into your eyes small smile on his face, you squeak turning your head to the side quickly. you hear him chuckle at this before going back to writing down his notes.

if you're wearing glasses;

he playfully flirts with you if the teacher gives you a little break. he will nonchalantly pull your glasses off your face and try it on.

"woah, kinda high but not so far from mine" he said while scrunching his nose cutely. let's just say he wears contacts

he cocks a brow at you still wearing your glasses, "you think i suit this frame?" you nod your head hesitantly, looking away, face feeling hot.

"need my glasses please," you manage to mumble out. he chuckles nevertheless giving your glasses back.

there's this event on your school wherein toge was pulled from the sea of students

making him the center of attention, it was the usual event that the school hold every year wherein they teach you about relationships and such.

"what about you, young man?" the host points at toge's direction after giving a heartfelt speech about relationships.

"come and join me," your eyes zeroes on toge as he stands beside the host hands on his back, looking all polite and kind.

"anyone you fancy in these school?" the host puts his mic in front of toge gesturing at the crowd, toge smiles after getting the question.

"yes," a simple answer that have you a little disappointed because damn you're wishing that's you.

the host's smile gets wider, "oh we have a lucky one, such a fine handsome young man they would have."

the host continues the event letting toge go back to his seat after the little interview.

'indeed, lucky them' you thought to youself.

however, before toge could sit down. his eyes locks with yours, your breath hitch and busy yourself with your id looking at it like it's the first time you've seen it. yuta laughs at your crisis and shakes his head "you're hopeless."

yuta most likely forced you to have the courage to hit that follow button

you know what happened next? only a few seconds passed, he already accepts your follow request

of course, you come and check his profile right after

there's also that day when you encourage yuta to send a message to his crush

but yuta got an idea of making this fair for the both of you

he really likes the idea of you and toge working out

this is a great opportunity to push you towards him

he tells you to send a message to toge, so that it would be equal for you two

how stupid of you to agree with this boy

as soon as you hit send, you toss your phone to yuta wanting the floor to open up and just fall down on the bottomless pit

yuta gasp loudly seeing the response

he smacks your stomach which was closest in his reach and shoves your phone to your face, laughing loudly.

you: hey, i just wanna tell you that you're really smart and i can't help but also admire your pretty handwriting :>>

inumaki.mp3: oh thank you, thought you would compliment my face considering you stare more to it ;DD

your mouth hangs open looking back to yuta who's still laughing

to say that you're embarrassed and not wanting to exist right at this moment would be an understatement

last embarrassment for this headcanon

yuta just loves messing with you

there's this sports event in school wherein lots of students gets a chance to have an excuse to take picture with their crush if u're from philippines u know the feels

yuta takes this chance to get you one, of course he's that great of a friend like that

a little context for this, there's this kind of like a party for the students to enjoy after the long sports week that happened. with deejay and all plus the loud music blasting! -well our school provides one i dunno bout urs-

toge's sweating slightly after getting out of the crowd, still laughing from the little showdown they had in the center of the little crowd his friends gathered.

this day of the sports week is definitely his favorite part, his friends pats his back as they shout to each other over the loud music.

staying back where it's more calm and less people compare up in front where the students are jumping up and down restless.

yuta happen to pull you out just in time of finding toge with his friends chatting. he grins at you, you look back at him scared not knowing what's going on.

he drags you to where toge's group are standing, once you arrive you bite your bottom lip eyes widening after seeing toge.

you begin to turn on your heel and just straight up ditch yuta, however, luck's not on your side today. "togeee~!" yuta shouted patting his shoulder.

toge turns and sees yuta, smile still on his face. his eyes widens in recognition, "oh yuta!" he nod at him.

he moves his gaze to your back seeing you're about to flee the scene. yuta pulls you back making you face toge, "you remember them right?" toge nods giving you a smile.

you quickly look away, palms already sweating. your mind working on how to kill yuta in so many possible ways, "they wanna take picture with you, if that's alright?" yuta asked waving his phone, your plan scratching to killing him right now.

before toge could reply, his group of friends notices the little interaction and teases him.

"oh what do we have here?" nobara looks at the scene with a knowing smile, yuta pushes you to stand beside toge readying his camera.

yuji whistles seeing you two together, "c'mon~ put your arm around them!" yuji ushers, as toge's friend cheers in the background.

toge looks at you, his smile comforting you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. you inhale deeply from your nose, trying to calm down yourself.

"smile for the camera!" yuta shouted having fun with this as he clicks away on his phone capturing every moment. yep, you're definitely gonna kill him later.

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[silky-stories]

Just a Bad Day (Corpse and Friends/Reader)

Genre: Light angst, Fluff, sort of Platonic but you could take it otherwise

Words: 1628

Related Songs: PETIT BISCUIT - Sunset Lover https://youtu.be/wuCK-oiE3rM ZYAN, Sia - Dusk till Dawn | slowed https://youtu.be/7LLKAL6ERDA

Summary: (Y/n) has a bad day and her friends are suspicious

Disclaimer/s: Depressive episode, slight anxiety, big sad :(

Notes: I left out what it was that made the Reader upset so you can let it be whatever you want :)

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"(Y/n) you're fine, you don't even have your webcam on today, you'll be okay." Rae teased you softly, getting a couple chuckles from the few people that had joined the Among Us lobby a bit early.

She had overheard your quiet mentions of being nervous and having your webcam off, both due to the fact that you had a bit of a hectic day and didn't have time to make yourself presentable. It didn't bug you that she responded with a joking tone, she wasn't aware of the tear streaks that framed your cheeks and red, puffy eyes you just couldn't hide with the high quality camera you have. She didn't know, no one knew, how were you supposed to be mad about that?

"Ha ha, yeah... guess you're right." You plastered the most fake smile you've ever made to your face to at least make it sound like you were happy. Thankfully, it seemed to work as the conversation moved on without you.

Less fortunately, your fans were a little more perceptive, although you should have expected that considering that some of them watched you on a daily basis. Your chat was filled with near exclusively kind remarks, from a modest 'Are you alright?' to full on paragraphs that passed by a bit too fast for you to get through more than the first few words. You muted yourself in the discord chat so only your audience could hear you, reassuring them that you were fine, no matter how much your broken tone betrayed you. It didn't work as well as you wanted, but that wasn't their fault.

Soon enough the whole gang was together and ready for the game to start, they sounded excited. It was nice to hear that your bad mood hadn't leeched onto your friends, that was the last thing you needed right now.

A deep sigh came from your mouth as you saw the red lettering fade in and off of your screen, "Dammit..." You weren't ready for an imposter game, you were sort of hoping that you could go a whole stream without one actually. Even worse, Corpse was your partner, which meant you'd end up dragging him down with you.

The game began, the layout of the Skeld loading in and the colourful avatars of your friends scattering to do their assigned tasks. You did yourself a favour and didn't move right away, giving yourself a second to take a deep breath and at least attempt to put some effort into doing a good stream. Your fans deserved it, they were all so nice and had been so supportive, they didn't need to be worried about you.

Unfortunately, when you did move, your partner had unknowingly sabotaged the reactor the second before you did anything, making it look a lot like you sabotaged it yourself. It wouldn't have been a problem if Toast hadn't been passing by the second you did. You went to kill him, but since you were both right next to the emergency button, there wasn't anything you could do in time.

The pit of anxiety in your stomach only grew as the animation flashed across your screen, you didn't even know how you were going to defend yourself. As the voting screen came up you only felt worse, no one had even died yet, so you were going to be the first one out on the first game. Great.

"So (Y/n), did you just sabotage reactor?" Toast piped up the second he had the chance.

You were silent as everyone did their played up reactions for the camera, trying to use that time to think of something. It didn't work to say the least.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Your words didn't sound even slightly convincing, not to mention the tired tone of voice you couldn't seem to get rid of that did nothing for you.

Before Toast could get too far into his rebuttal, which didn't really matter after your lame defence, your partner piped up.

"Hey Toast, was anyone else near you guys?" His low tone said nothing of his intentions, you were jealous.

"No, it was just the two of us in cafeteria." He responded, not sure where Corpse was going with this.

"So, technically speaking, it could have been you and nobody would have seen it except for (Y/n)?"

The gasps that followed in response to the new idea were small, but promising nonetheless, even if they were more as a joke than an actual response. It was because of that fact that you were so surprised when the vote ended up being skipped, only two people actually voting for you, one of them being Toast.

You felt a twinge of relief, maybe you could still win this, maybe you could actually have a good night to make up for the terrible day you had.

...

It hadn't even been a minute when you accidentally killed Toast in front of Poki and Jack.

As the meeting started, you tried to say something but you just couldn't seem to get any words in by the time everyone had voted except for you.

"So (Y/n) first and then Corpse?"

You didn't even know what to say.

"C'mon (Y/n), just vote, it'll all be over soon."

What was there to say?

"(Y/n)?"

Why were you taking this so hard?

You quietly clicked on the checkmark to vote for yourself as fresh tears began to spill over your cheeks. You hadn't said anything during the meeting and, seeing as your avatar was now floating through space, you wouldn't be able to say anything now. Useless...

Your chat was going crazy now, flooded with concerns and kind affirmations directed towards you. Your gaze drifted over them mindlessly, not taking anything in, it just looked like a big white blur.

By the time you shook yourself from your dazed state, Corpse's avatar was just finishing it's trip across the screen, floating hopelessly through space as yours had mere minutes ago.

The defeat screen only hammered in how stupid your mistake was as it came and went, just as everything else had without any input from you.  The conversation picked back up quickly, jokes and teases were exchanged, you couldn't even make out what they were saying until the attention was put on you.

"You okay (Y/n)? Not feeling too into it today?" Toast's remark was clearly a joke, just a little jab to get a chuckle like usual.

Unfortunately, you weren't feeling like usual tonight.

"No..."

It was almost pitiful how broken and sad that one word came out. Your voice had even cracked as you spoke, you figured you must have been just depressing to listen to. If you weren't downright embarrassing you probably seemed like a child for not keeping it together like the others did when they were upset.

Surprisingly enough though, that's not what happened.

"Wait really? Crap I'm sorry."

"Oh no, are you okay?"

"Do you wanna stop playing?"

It was stupid, but for the first time that day you felt okay crying. So you did.

"I'm sorry... thank you..." you mumbled, using your sleeves to wipe your tears, "I just had a really bad day, but I... I still wanna play with you guys I just..."

Damn it, what did you do to deserve friends that cared so much about you?

"I know what to do." Rae spoke up, her grin shining through in her tone, "Group hug!"

Her avatar ran over to yours, nestling herself beside you in a sort of makeshift hug. Everyone else followed suit shortly after, and soon enough you were in the middle of a little circle, fitting perfectly in the middle.

A small sob-like laugh broke free from your lips, "Damnit, you guys are the worst." You joked with a smile, chuckling at the childish but heartfelt display.

The night only got better from there, and even though you weren't at your best, everyone was even nicer than usual and it helped to turn that bad day into a pretty enjoyable night.

After about an hour you decided to stop your stream, deciding to cut it short for the sake of your mental health.

"Yeah I think I'm gonna get going too." Your farewells seemed to spark a response from someone else.

"You too Corpse?" Jack piped up, somewhat confused as he hadn't mentioned anything earlier about doing a shorter stream.

"Yeah, I got some stuff to do, don't worry I'll still be playing with you guys on Friday."

"Alright, well see ya both later!"

"G'night!"

"Have a good sleep!"

"Feel better soon (Y/n)!"

You sighed gently as you disconnected from the discord call and the Among Us server, leaving your audience with the usual 'Stream Starting Soon' screen that you didn't feel like changing.

"Well, that's about it for tonight." You spoke, taking a minute to read the chat silently before continuing, "Thank you guys for all the support, I know I didn't say much tonight but I read a lot of what you were saying, it's really appreciated."

A buzz came from your phone, you picked it up and smiled at what you saw.

Corpse

[ hey, wanna talk? ]

You said your goodbyes to your chat and shut off the stream, grabbing your phone and heading straight to your room. You hadn't even made it to your door by the time you were dialling your friend's number. Flopping down onto your bed, you put your phone on speakerphone and felt a warmth fill your body as a familiar voice filled your room.

"Hey."

"Hey." You responded, turning to your phone even though neither of you could see each other.

You supposed today wasn't so bad after all.

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[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 7 (Nessian AU)

A/N: Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: none ig

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Wearing a tee is fairly simple. Just bunch it up and pull it over his neck, then, put his arms through. That's it. This is the third time he was trying to get himself in this damn t-shirt. The first time, he wore it the other way round. The next time he accidentally tried putting his neck where his arm was meant to go. He got snarled in the t-shirt in the process. It's a miracle the garment hadn't ripped off. His brushed hair also got mussed and tangled in the process.

Cassian sighed and held his dark brown tee up. His mind was still playing his memories with Nesta on loop. It just wouldn’t stop. Not when he was sulking, bathing, changing—

The doorbell rang. A quick glance at his wall clock confirmed that the hour was ungodly enough that most would be asleep. Wondering who exactly it was, Cassian opened the door—

—and his mind blanked out. There, standing in front of him, in all her glory was Nesta. Nesta, who had snapped at him earlier. Nesta in a white oversized sweater and black tight-fit leggings. A small bag was slung on her shoulder. He was pretty sure he was gawking like an idiot. He forced his mouth to shape her name.

***

“Nesta,” he breathed. Nesta could hear awe and reverence in his voice. So much that she shivered. There was pain in his voice too. Tears pricked her eyes. How selfish of her to run to him even after she hurt him. But she couldn’t turn away. Not now, not after walking from her home to here. She closed her eyes and swallowed. His bare torso didn’t help matters either. His torso was a wonderful masterpiece. His tattoos were starker in the moonlight. She longed to trace them with her fingers. Nesta immediately shut that train of thought. She didn’t come here for that. She came here because of Tomas. That’s it.

Cassian was peering over her shoulders when she opened her eyes. Frowning, he asked, “How did you come here? Has your cab left?”

“No,” she said. “I walked here.” His eyes snapped to her face. He took a step back and opened the door wider, “Come in,” he said.

Nesta could feel his eyes on her while she stepped through the threshold and took her time to look through his house. It wasn’t as big as Feyre’s but it was bigger than her apartment. She saw a rumpled t-shirt discarded on the dark blue couch and reigned in a smile. She heard the click of the lock and turned to face him. He looked at her and ran a hand through his hair, tousling it further. Her eyes tracked the wispy strands moving in between his slender, long fingers. Cauldron, she thought, this was going to be very difficult, indeed.

He nodded at the couch, “Have a seat. You must be tired. How long was the walk?” he queried.

She took her seat on the soft couch and replied, “Around half an hour including a short break I took.”

He nodded. The pained expression, mixed with one of longing, didn't leave his face yet. “Why are you here Nesta? Truly? Just a few hours ago, you were screaming in my face and now, you’re in my house looking rattled. What do you want?”

Nesta stared at her hands resting on her lap, took in a ragged breath and said, “Tomas.”

The shock was evident on his face. “Tomas?” he repeated. She saw as the shock on his face bled and became anger. “Did he disturb you again?” he demanded.

“No,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. “No. He wasn’t really even there. I was on my bed. Trying to get some sleep. I couldn’t sleep, I kept tossing and turning on my bed. Sleep felt so far away. But after sometime I think I fell asleep. Then I felt like I woke up. It was bright. It all felt weird to me. And that was when I saw him. He was in my room. His hand was around my neck, squeezing. He was talking and talking.” The words were gushing out of her now, a panicked flow of words. She continued, “Then he slapped me. He also had a knife with him. He kept threatening me. Telling me about the way he said he wanted to kill me. And—and he used his knife on me. He stabbed my arm and kept dragging upward slowly. It hurt like hell. That was what I didn’t understand. The pain. It all felt very real. Most of all, my pain.” She looked back at Cassian. He was silently listening, she was grateful for that. “That’s why I came here,” she admitted. “I got scared. The vulnerability I felt… I want to be ready when he comes back. And he will come back. He isn’t the type to let things go. I need your help. Help me,” she pleaded. She wasn’t aware of the tear escaping her eye.

Cassian got up and seated himself beside her. He cupped her cheek. Unconsciously, she leaned closer to him. He gently brushed her tears away. “I’ll help you,” he said gently. “You’ll be ready. When the time comes, you’ll be ready. I’ll make sure of it. Only if you call me Cass.”

She grinned. “That wouldn’t be very difficult,” she said.

***

Cassian felt like he was selling his soul in a bargain to the devil. He knew. He knew that this wouldn’t end well for him. He knew he’ll end up having his heart broken. But he couldn’t resist. He couldn’t bring himself to say no to her.

Nesta wrapped her arms around his middle. He froze. The sensation of her hands on his bare skin was a shock to his senses and elicited a shiver down his spine. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much. Really.” she gave him a playful smile. “Cass,”she said with more emphasis than necessary. And Mother, he didn’t regret letting her call him Cass one bit.

She yawned and stretched like a cat. He liked that too, he decided.

“Have you slept?” he asked.

“A bit. You?”

He shook his head. He gestured to her to follow him up the stairs. “You can sleep here till dawn in Mor’s room. You know, the room you used the last time.”

“Cass,” she said. He halted, turning back to face her. “I really need to say this. I’m sorry. Truly. I shouldn’t have said what I did last night.”

He didn’t say it’s okay because it really wasn’t. He just nodded, acknowledging her apology, showing her that he couldn’t forget how much it hurt him but he’ll try to come to terms with both of their mistakes. They reached Mor’s door.

She hesitated. “I don’t have any clothes to change to,” she said.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Mor’s clothes would fit you, though it would be slightly loose. You can also use the bathroom to wash up or anything else you want to do. I’ll be in the room down the corridor—” he said, gesturing to the second last door— “so just knock if you need anything, okay?”

She nodded and thanked him again before closing the door and preparing for bed. He entered his room and plopped on the bed. It might’ve been how tired he felt or it might have been her presence two rooms away, but in mere minutes, Cass was fast asleep.

***

A few fast and hard knocks on his door woke Cassian from his sleep. Groggily, he opened the door to find Nesta in a tank top and shorts. Very short shorts. She looked disturbed, though.

“What happened?” he asked her.

“I can’t sleep,” she said, her voice small.

Cassian’s heart, or at least, what was left of it, broke. He hated to see this. Cold, sharp Nesta now, standing in front of him, scared and afraid. He felt a surge of protectiveness in him. He wanted to tuck her to his side and shield her from every and any harm that would come to her.

He held his hand out for her and brought her into his room. “Sit,” he gestured to his bed, “What do you want to do?”

She smiled tentatively, “Would you tell me about yourself? We haven’t introduced ourselves properly. I think I want to hear more about you from you yourself. And if you want… I could tell you some things about myself too.”

He sat on the bed beside her and said, “That’ll be fun.” He saw this not only as a means to escape the horrid things in her head, but also as a peace offering. He couldn’t forgive and forget the things she told him earlier but he could try to play along with her patching up.

“Who’s gonna start first?” she asked.

He dramatically placed his hand on his bare chest in a variation of a bow and said, “After you, my lady.”

She laughed and asked, “Do you ever wear a shirt at home?”

“Why? Getting distracted already?”

“Can’t you just answer my question?” she asked hotly, though a light blush was creeping up her cheeks.

The corner of his lips kicked up a notch, “I do wear shirts at home.”

“Good,” she said and opened her mouth to continue when he interrupted her.

“Wait,” he said, “Now, you haven’t answered my question.”

“I didn’t deem it worthy enough to answer.”

He pouted, “You wound me, Nes.”

“Stop being overdramatic. And don’t call me Nes!” she snapped half heartedly.

“Twice,” aggrievedly, he said, “you wounded me twice. Also,” he smirked, leaning closer to her, “you like it.”

“Like which?”

“Being called Nes.”

“I don’t.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Now you’re the one who’s getting distracted. What did we plan for and what are we doing now? If this is how things are gonna be, I think you’ll prove to be a very bad teacher.”

“Now, Nes, you need to know that I’m good at many, many things and would prove to be an extremely focused teacher,” he said, voice husky. He knew she caught his meaning when the blush on her cheeks deepened. He leaned back on his palms, “Go on.”

So she spoke. She told him of her time when both her parents were alive; of the time when they grieved their mother’s death; when she kept herself away from her sisters after becoming orphans; when she made the mistake of falling for Tomas. “Honestly,” she had told him, “when I look at him now, I wonder how I fell in love with him in the first place.” She then told him of how her relationship with Tomas was a toxic one; him being abusive and controlling; how he made her feel low of herself; how he never respected her; how he kept cheating on her. She told Cassian of the day Tomas hit her and accused her of cheating just because he saw her paying for her groceries at a male’s counter. She told him of how she called the police immediately after and got him behind bars. By the time she was over, Nesta was curled by his side, tears silently streaming down her beautiful face, him rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Then he told her about himself. He decided to tell her the plain truth without any alterations. She deserved it. But it felt intimate, somehow, sharing the details he hadn’t spoken out loud. Even Az and Rhys had only seen what he did and never pushed afterwards. He told her as much before telling her about how much he loved his mother; of how he never knew his father and that was for his father’s own good; of how his mother was killed one day while he was at school; of how he beat the men involved into pulp; of how he was called a brute and a bastard there on; of how he first met Rhys and Az at his school; of how Rhys’s mother took him in as her own son; of the silly things and the trouble the trio would create.

“You are a very good friend, Cass. And an even better man,” Nes said

His heart warmed. He said, “Don’t care about what Tomas said. You’re a beautiful, intelligent, brave, witty and sharp woman. And I,” he paused, “I like you very much as a friend too.”

He didn’t understand the short pang of disappointment on his face. All he could think was, shit, I almost said I loved her.

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[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 29

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Feels like this story is flopping. Is it flopping? Idk. This chapter is 100% plot and it is spooky. Cursed demon box. Helpful Stephen Strange and grumpy Wong. Hovering Bruce and Tony. Loki being a honorary Gen-Z. Found family but make it ✨superheroes✨.

"That's a lot to unpack," Peter stated once I had given him the bare bones report of the situation at hand. "Uh, are you okay?" The boy was obviously upset at my predicament, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Kinda?" I offered, making space for Wanda and Pietro who decided to join me and Peter, away from the arguing adults. The mission discussion - an absolute disaster - started as soon as Peter had walked in. Evidently experienced in such matters, the boy ignored the bickering and came over to steal me from Bruce's clutches to peacefully finish his egg sandwich in the company of his peers.

"I wanted to ask if I could see your memory of that time," Wanda meekly offered me a piece of candy. I accepted it - sugar sweet sugar, how I love thee so! The witch continued with a smile: "I think it would be helpful to see what we're dealing with, magic-wise."

"Sure," I trusted her. "Just don't scramble what's left of my sanity, please," All of us laughed at my remark as I laid down on the cold floor with my head in Wanda's lap. Her powers felt like small brain zaps, tingles that began at the front of my forehead and ran down into my spine. I followed her instructions and thought about the times I remembered, finding the box, placing it into my closet, the nightmares. I had a mild headache by the time she was done; no grudges against her - Wanda tactfully avoided my private moments and looked only at the ones containing the artifact.

"You've gotten really good," I complimented her with pure adoration.

"Thank you," She blushed, smoothing back my stray hairs. "That stuff is really strong. I don't think you should go near the box," She admitted. "And Doc should take a look at you. You have a residue left. I don't think that's good either."

"Well, fuck," I said in muted resignation.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"Your luck is almost as bad as mine," Peter pointed out.

I scoffed. "Well, if I see any spiders around, I'll be sure to stay away in case they happen to be radioactive OsCorp runaways."

All of us laughed. Despite the grim situation, I didn't feel doomed. I was surrounded by friends and my boyfriends and my bestie who happened to be a mythical omnipotent god- welp, once again, I was getting too emotional. Once the adults were done arguing, we could start making sense of this mess and hopefully clean it up before the monster is out of the box.

"Mortals," I heard Loki scoff. The next moment, the Asgardian sat down noisily next to me, pout on full display. "This house is a nightmare."

His expression - or the accidental use of a meme - sent me completely, tension leaving my body via copious amounts of nearly hysterical laughter. Through tears and hiccups, I saw Wanda cackle with me and Peter show the meme in question to Loki, noting that he had been once sent to time-out on top of the fridge by Tony himself. Soon, all of us were laughing, much to the displeasure of the adults.

"Children, what is the issue?" Thor asked, irritated.

"We're just waiting for you to be done with arguing," I spoke before Loki could start bitching about Thor calling him a child. "Then I can show Steve and Loki where exactly have I buried the box so Stephen can take me to the healers and get this thing out of me or whatever," I pointed out the most logical plan of action.

Two long strides and the sorcerer was standing over me, boom-boom-whooshing and generally making very pretty golden patterns to appear and land on top of me. Tony and Bruce anxiously hovered behind him, both of my boys concerned and ready to mother-hen me. Ugh, so disgustingly adorable. Wanda's hand encompassed mine - she was nervous.

Stephen took a solid five-minute silence break before coming to a final conclusion. "Wong can get rid of the residual traces of the artifact's influence," The sorcerer announced curtly. "It's good you got rid of the artifact, a few more months and you would have started slipping into insanity if the magic within it was not released," He explained, slowly reaching out a hand to place it on top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was a gesture meant to bring comfort or another diagnostic test but leaned into the touch nonetheless. "Tell me, did you have any behavioral... Disturbances after...?" He trailed off.

I chewed on my lip, evaluating. "I honestly don't know. I've always been kind of an asshole," Honesty was the best policy. "Nothing seems out of order, sleepwalking aside."

"I see," Strange gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps, it was your stubborn nature that forbade the artifact from corrupting your mind completely. As evidenced by Captain Rogers, even undesirable character traits bring good into this world now and then."

That seemed a little bit hostile. I frowned, giving a questioning look to a frowning Loki.

"Speaking from experience?" Not the one to hold back upon witnessing first-grade bullshit, I withdrew from Stephen's touch, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

Surprising everyone, the man laughed soundly, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I most certainly do," Shooting me a positively mischievous wink. I felt like I was missing something.

The room's inhabitants slowly ticked out in pairs and threes, eager to complete their assigned tasks. Loki had insisted on coming along to the sanctum with me, even almost getting up in Stephen's face, but Bruce - out of all people - managed to calm the Asgardian down, and together we convinced him his magic would be considerably more useful during the retrieval of the cursed box. Loki was worried - everyone with a pair of functional eyes could see that the spiky attitude was his way of showing he cared about me, which made my insides briefly turn to mush. I didn't expect him to take the title of my best friend so seriously and I definitely was not complaining.

Tony was the last to leave, jittery and shaky, clutching me like it was his last time seeing me, kissing me hungrily in front of everyone. The joke or two he made were weak ghosts of his usual sharp snark.

"I love you and I'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear, feeling him freeze and his fingertips dig almost painfully into my sides. Louder, I repeated: "Not planning on dying any time soon, y'all gotta chill. Let's go, doc?" I addressed the tall sorcerer who was tactfully pretending to be busy with his smartphone.

Wanda pressed a duffle bag into my hands mouthing "clean clothes" a split second before Stephen opened a portal and with a great deal of curiosity, I stepped through it, eyes immediately drawn to the dimly lit space filled with books and antiques. So many books, so many unusual trinkets. The chandelier that hung over our heads rivaled the ones I'd seen in million-dollar-homes of dad's friends.

"Follow me," Stephen extended an arm in the direction of a smaller door, "Please do not touch anything."

I walked a pace behind him, satisfying my curiosity by looking around like a child in a candy store. The air smelled different in the Sanctum, almost as familiar as Loki's magic but less frosty... Warmer. A dash of red fabric swished from somewhere towards me; I giggled. The Cloak of Levitation liked me - not nearly as much as it liked Peter though - so I brushed my fingertips along the fabric, greeting it quietly. Talking loudly in this building was out of the question. I felt like any moment, a disgruntled librarian would appear to chastise me for making noise.

"Strange," A short Asian man appeared, book in hand and looking none too happy. Guess that's the librarian... "I got your text. The room next to yours is prepared for the ritual," The man I assumed to be Wong gave me a curt nod in the way of greeting, doing a quick 180° and walking us back to a small but tastefully decorated room with a single cot in the middle. It was pleasantly warm, a small fire lit in the fireplace, willowy smoke of incense rising from a few strategically placed sticks.

"The bathroom is that way. I'm afraid you'll have to be fully nude for the procedure," Strange declared apologetically, pointing to a door hidden behind the divide.

I snorted, but of course, the weird voodoo shit would require me to be naked. Not that I was embarrassed or anything but still. Tony would have a field day. Locating a chair, I dumped my duffle bag on it, flying out of my hoodie and sweatpants in record time. My underwear and socks followed, feet unpleasantly chilly despite the carpeted floor. I ran a hand over the faint bruises on my hips, evidence of last night, fondly - either Tony or Stephen had left marks on my body and that was... It was great. I loved it, drugs or not.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned around, nearly cracking up at the way both men suddenly averted their gazes, blush riding high on their cheeks. I snorted: "I'm hot, what else is new?"

Wong shook his head, busying himself with some sort of a book; Stephen lingered, eyes fixated on the very same bruises. His tongue darted out, wetting the plush of his bottom lip, and damn, this wasn't the time to get horny. I shook my head and with that, the sorcerer caught himself too, mutely motioning me to lay down on the cot.

"Whenever you're done eye-fucking each other," Wong piped up sarcastically - wow, I liked this man already. Stephen grumbled something quiet and rude, provoking another snort from me.

I followed their instructions - shortly after the Asian man began reading - or rather singing - something in a language I didn't know, I felt myself fall into a deep sleep. Or, I thought I was falling asleep. At one point, my eyes opened to an empty room, a thin sheet covering my bare body, and a silence that made chills run down my spine.

"Stephen?" I called out. I sounded like I was underwater to my own ears. "Wong?"

I was met with silence so deafening, I had no choice but to sit up and look around. The fire was burning strong in the fireplace, several logs blackened from it as sparks flew. It took a second for me to realize it made no sound - there was no crackling. Something was very wrong, the dread was creeping up on me.

Very familiar dread.

With the sheet firmly wrapped around me, I hopped off the cot, suddenly noticing the drawings on my arms, my legs. I was covered in runes similar to the ones I had seen on the cursed box - and my memories weren't missing. As clear as day, I recalled messing around with the box, debating on opening it, taking it out of my room only to find it back on my desk in the morning, some serious Anabelle shit.

I jumped as the floorboards cracked somewhere in the house. Every logical thought I had, backed up by every horror movie I had ever watched, screamed at me to NOT go towards the creepy noise; like moth to a flame, I was drawn in and couldn't resist the unnatural urge to investigate it. On silent feet, I padded out of the room, desperately trying not to think about the lonely, dark hallways filled with strange ancient objects. My steps made no noise.

On the couch, in the main room we'd arrived, sitting lazily, was Tony. I'd recognize his hair anywhere - and the Led Zep tee, old, frayed edges and loose threads. "Tony?" I asked hopefully, trying to make sense of this...

He turned around.

It wasn't Tony. Whatever it was, it wore Tony's face, it held his brown eyes and crow's feet around them - it wasn't him. Wrong, like the lack of sound in this place, misplaced and unnatural. The doe browns didn't sparkle, lifeless, dull color of dried mud. As much as I wanted to go and bury my face in his chest, my limbs filled with lead, my whole body screaming "DANGER".

The impostor kept quiet which only solidified my suspicions. Real Tony would be running his mouth already, poking fun at my impression of a sheet ghost.

"Princess?" The... Thing asked in Tony's voice, but it fell flat and monotone.

"Whatever you are, you sure as Hell ain't Tony," I stated firmly, hoping for some answers. "What the fuck?"

Not-Tony's face changed, familiar features twisting into something sinister, the malice making me sick to my stomach. The creature stood up, causing my feet to take an involuntary step back as he advanced slowly.

"You have no choice but to submit," The Thing replied calmly. "You're not getting out of here. Not even your little Asgardian pet god can save you," Its tone was absolutely flat. I would have thought the thing was a robot if not for the obvious involvement of magic in this situation. Its words filled me with dread as thick as molten lava; unfortunately for the creature, unlocking my memories gave me enough rational balance to be acutely aware of it and therefore, able to fight it.

I could fight it. I didn't know how exactly, but I could resist it. "That's a really bold thing to say for something that... What even are you? Magical STD?" As my brain desperately focused on finding a solution to a problem I didn't know all the details of, my mouth had a mind of its own.

The creature growled, a far more primal noise than a human could make. "You don't know what you're up against, child. I am one for we are many," Suddenly, the room was filled with shadows as if someone had turned off all the lights and cranked up the moon to be the brightest it ever was. The shadows moved, oozed, motion sinister without any light to back it up.

I had no choice but to pucker up. Nobody was coming to rescue me; in fact, I always have taken pride in being a self-saving princess. Damsel in distress wasn't really my style. The hunch in my shoulders disappeared, giving way to a stubborn and stiff expectation of the upcoming altercation, hands bailed in fists.

"I mean, like Legion the demon from the Bible?" I recalled what little I knew from Wikipedia. "I mean, I'm agnostic myself, but if you feel like identifying with that, you should probably see a therapist."

The entity growled, shadows gathering around it like fabric on a string, and lunged. Paralyzed by sudden blinding, deafening fear, I turned tail and ran.

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[ezrasarm]

Ok so I sent that last ask and didn't actually have anything specific in mind I'm just obsessed with platonic Benny x reader. Either roommates universe or not, but what kind of stuff do they get up to when they hang out? I feel like they would probably have some interesting stories to tell. Who's the voice of reason and who's the chaotic one? Or maybe they're both chaotic 👀 thank you Moose!

Complementary Colours

A Roommates Universe Drabble

Pairing: platonic!Benny Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: crack, fluff, a hint of angst if you squint, mentions of a menstrual cycle? a lack of proofreading 

Summary: Benny kinda sorts accidentally buys you some tampons…

A/n: Once again I have no idea what I’ve created but enjoy 😂Roommates Part 3 is in progress I’m just really swamped with school right now so this’ll have to do in the meantime!

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The boys can never seem to get over how it is you and Benny clicked so well. Separately you seem like polar opposites and yet the moment you’re in a room together you balance one another out perfectly. You’re like complementary colours.

When you first met you weren’t quite sure what to do with this big burly MMA fighter in what had become your living room. You had heard a lot about him from Pope and Frankie and you weren’t quite sure you would be able to find any common ground with him. He was loud, energetic and kind of intimidating. Now he was one of your closest friends.

“Hey, you want a box of tampons?” Benny calls into the apartment he’s just let himself into without so much as a knock.

“Sure…? What are you doing with a box of tampons?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed skeptically when he appears in the kitchen wielding the purple and pink box that looks hilarious in his big fight battered hands.

“Funny story- Remember that girl you helped me break up with a couple months ago? Leah?” He asks and you nod.

“She wanted something casual, you wanted to get more serious. Yeah I remember- Are you trying to give me your ex’s tampons?” You cringe slightly. Tampons are tampons but it still sounded weird to you for some reason.

“No! I ran into her at the convenience store and she wouldn’t stop going on and on about this new super fucking serious boyfriend of hers and- shit, I may or may not have accidentally let slip that I was in a relationship and they were right there so I thought ‘hey idiot, this’ll really sell it’ and I bought them and now I don’t know what to do with them so…” He said, placing the box on the counter and sliding them over towards you. Benny rarely rambled like this, you could tell he was pretty wound up about it but you still couldn’t help the goofy smile that threatened your lips.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” He throws a nod in your direction, a smile now reaching his own face as you shake your head and a soft giggle escapes you. There was a lot for him to dwell on when you came to think of it. The fact that he’d put himself out there and told her he wanted something more, that she rejected him and found that with someone else. You could see why he did it but it didn’t make the situation any less hilarious to you.

“I’m sorry,” You laugh when you go to give him a hug. “No really, I’m sorry Benny.” You say when you pull away, your laughter having subsided and he gives you a weak smile and a shrug before you decide a distraction is probably welcome at the moment.

“Is there anyone else here?” He whispers with a slight urgency to his tone, arms still wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Frankie‘s flying and Popes out doing whatever it is Pope does during the day, why?” Benny gives you a look and you know immediately what it is he wants. You sigh.

“Benny, they’re gonna have to find out at some point.” You try to say but then he gives you those puppy dog eyes he knows you can’t say no to. “Alright, I’ll get us some drinks and you can go set it up.” You concede.

You had discovered Benny’s affinity for Mario Kart one afternoon when he came over early to find you playing it on your own which just wouldn’t do for him. He was addicted, an absolute maniac for the game and he got super competitive about it too which was hysterical to you but apparently it had led to a rather large fight a couple years ago and resulted in Will banning him from the game for life… unless he was with you. Now it was one of his favorite pass times when you hung out together and you had to agree.

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