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Personal fem, neu, masc flags bc of the inability to keep it consistent otherwise while trying to make terms lol.
Feminine gives off more lilac and purple colors, neutral gives off greens and masculine is green and blue for us personally.
Do not mix these with boy/man & girl/woman flags! -Boy/-man is not inherently synonymous to masc and neither is -girl/-woman to fem!
The white or "uncolored" parts are for term add-on colors lol. (Not minding if used by others as well, if Ether would it wouldn't be posting them. :p also xeno & neo tags for reach, but not xeno- or neogenders.)
In order from top to bottom; Fem/feminine, Neu/neutral & Masc/masculine flags!
ID/A collection of six rectangular flags of 9 even horizontal stripes.
Fem flag; The first flag colors go from top to center as white, antique white, warm eggplant, purpura, and lilac, then the colors are mirrored.
The second flag colors go from top to center as warm eggplant, light warm eggplant, dark purpura, purpura, and lilac, then the colors are mirrored.
Neu flags; The first flag colors go from top to center as white, antique white, green, light green, and pastel green, then the colors are mirrored.
The second flag colors go from top to center as dark green, lighter dark green, green, minty green, pastel green, then the colors are mirrored. /end ID
Masc flags; The first flag colors go from top to center as white, antique white, black, dark blue, and minty green, then the colors are mirrored.
The second flag color go from top to center as black, dark blue, deep blue, dark minty green, minty green, then the colors are mirrored. /end ID
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Hii!!
I love your work, and was just wondering if you could do headcannons for Dallas Winston dating the really happy-go-lucky Curtis sister. Her and soda are twins so she’s pretty much soda but a girl. She’s very affectionate and always needs hugs and cuddles! She is really happy and excited, but also sometimes feels like she can’t be sad or angry around people she loves.
Xx Rose
being soda's twin and dating dally HC's
-> navi. | -> outsiders masterlist
-> warnings: foul language, lil angst, FLUFF, smoking, making out, getting arrested, protective brothers, sexual scenarios (no smut)
-> reader's pronouns: she/her
-> pairings: romantic!dallas winston x reader, platonic!sodapop curtis x sister!reader
-> a/n: wait i loved this request sm!! i hope i did it justice <3
{💖}
JSKSJWIDJ
the curtis's were very very very VERY hesitant for you to start dating dally
what if you broke up? would the gang have to pick sides? dally or the curtis's sister?
9no its too risky
it was only when the guys could list all the times they caught dally staring at you with a fond smile and dazed eyes did they realize his feelings for you were legit
as the oldest, darry of course had to give the 'you break her heart i'll f you up, no hesitation pal'
dally sat through it all while soda watched him intently
when you were official and shit, dear god the shit you'd do
it was like
humorously atrocious
to put it into words, two-bit's shenanigans times 5
I DISRESPECTFULLY RESPECTFULLY BELIEVE
a.) soda takes it upon himself to stay up and get all the details when you come home late from a date
b.) soda gags everytime you and dally are in an embrace for a little too long
as the 'Curtis Cuddlebug', you like to hug and be touchy because you didn't have that for some time or whatever BUT soda 13929292093929381% feels weird watching you hug dally instead of him
like,
you and soda (as twins) had the closest bond of anyone in the gang
so anytime shit hit the fan, you'd find yourself going to soda and him to you
youd gossip and shit talk and fight and do all the fun sibling tingz
but then
his heart kinda sinks when he realized he hasn't cuddled w you for a couple days
but its not like he can really say anything if youre happy
MOVING ON
shotgunning. with dallas.
MEOWMEOWPURRAWOOOOGAAA
thats when you really hash out some feelz
you'll pass the blunt back and forth, staring up at the stars (youre in dall's car bc he knows ur a sucker for watching the stars and cuddling and blah blah blah)
if you had like brought a blanket or two, dallas would a hundred percent pull you into him so he could get some lovin'
dally only likes affection coming from you and you alone argue with the fucking WALL.
some days you'll just sigh and bury your head into his chest. dally'll rub your back and smiling when you squirm to get closer to him cuz bros a little touch starved
"dally?"
"yeah?"
you sigh again. "i feel like shit sometimes. a lot actually"
this makes dally a lil worried "what?"
"soda 'n i are... happy-go-lucky, y'know? we gotta be smiling all the time, always... strong; confident," you tell him
dally's absorbing your words, wondering where tf ur going with this
"but then i realize i dont wanna be strong all the time. i know soda feels the same way i just," you sniffle lightly
dally's eyebrows? through the roof. is he uncomfortable? undoubtedly.
he isnt too comfortable with the way anyone expresses emotions tbh
but will always attempt to comfort you in any way he can
"whatchu mean, doll?"
his heart flips around when he hears you choke back a sob
"means i don' wanna always be smilin' and jokin' and not be taken seriously. i fuckin'- i need a break dall. a break from everything"
dally snuffs out his joint in an ashtray he set on the car and wraps both arms around you as you cry in his arms
he didnt know any of you felt like that
wow okay
if you stayed at his place at 'his' room he's literally heart eyes at you weari g his boxers and his a t shirt
he'd just "c'mere sweetheart lemme show you how loved you are" and pull you onto him
thats about as far as you get with him and the "L'' word
dally???talks????in?????his??????sleep???????
it's so adorable i think it was one of Dillo's works but he'd be a mumbly and clingy and HOLY FU
where can i get one?
back to sussy soda
he's happy for you. he really is
but dallas is snatching up his best friend, sibling, and cuddle bug from right under his nose
soda's pretty protective idgaf
you'd still have ur gossip sessions, but soda still feels bizarre when you're with him
something changed when you and dally started dating
if (IF) dally proposed
it'd be casual
like im talking
dq date, in the middle of drinking a shake he'd pull up with
"marry me doll?"
YESS MA'AM
dally is highkey afraid of rejection, now that he's so involved with you
but you smother him in kisses to prove otherwise
i cant
i
sorry but i cant get the visual of tired!dally out of my head
specially tired!hammered!clingy!dally
he'd attatch himself to your waist when he's 🤏🏼 that close to passing out because even absolutely hammered, he knows youll take care of him
absolutely refuses to let yoy pay bail for him when he gets arrested
but dont expect him to pay bail for you either bc bro kinda poor
he'd prolly just do smth to be in the slammer with you
#couplegoals
but you will 110 percent be getting the Disappointed Look™️ from darry
soda would point and laugh
pony would just shake his head with a knowing smile
once again:
where can i get one???
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THE CABIN IN THE WOODS.
[ 2 / 2 ] roleplay sentence starters of the 2011 film.
feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns.
tw: violence, drugs, death, murder, horror, manipulation.
there's always next year.
they're like something from a nightmare.
no. they're something nightmares are from.
you get used to it.
should you?
a couple more minutes, who knows what might've happened?
dude, be thankful. those things are terrifying. and the cleanup on them is a nightmare.
yeah, well, they may be zombified, pain-worshipping, backwoods idiots, but they're our zombified, pain-worshipping, backwoods idiots.
i'd just like to see them fall on their asses, for once.
there's too much riding on this.
come on, like you wouldn't want a piece of that.
can we not talk about people in pieces any more tonight?
are you feeling lonely, [ name ]?
i never did buy that ring.
i have a theory about all this.
[ name ], do you wanna go lie down?
don't push me around.
you seriously believe nothing weird is going on?
[ name ]'s just drunk.
you're not seeing what you don't wanna see.
pop-tarts? did you say you have pop-tarts?
[ name ], i love you, but you're really high.
we are not who we are.
i'm gonna go read a book with pictures.
you speak latin?
weird how it all comes back.
well, it's a weird kind of night.
i'm sorry about tonight.
what are you running away for?
did i get a little beer on your shirt? i guess it'll have to come off, huh?
your basic human needs disgust me.
it's so dark. take me inside?
show us the goods.
you understand what's at stake, here?
[ name ], man, you gotta wake up. your shit is topsy-turvy.
i'm gonna go for a walk.
okay. i swear to fucking god, somebody is talking. or i'm pretty sure someone is.
what are you saying?
what do you want?
you think i'm a puppet, huh?
you think i'm a puppet. gonna do a little fucking puppet dance!
i'm the boss of my own brain, so give it up.
i thought there'd be stars.
we are abandoned.
jesus, what happened?
where are you hurt?
we've gotta get out of here.
i'm not leaving here without [ name ].
what is that thing?
we gotta lock this place down.
no matter what happens, we have to stay together.
watch the master work.
we should split up.
i'm on a reality tv show.
my parents are gonna think i'm such a burnout.
help me! help me!
this is where he killed them.
this is where he kills us.
let's just check the walls, okay?
you like pain? how's that work for you?
remember when you could just throw a girl in a volcano?
how old do you think i am?
the evil is defeated!
fuck you! fuck you! fuck you!
any word from downstairs?
you guys are humanity's last hope.
we're dark on the whole sector.
what the fuck do you think i'm doing?
look out! get out of the way! make a hole!
[ name ], what is going on?
we can't go back.
there's no way across.
what're we gonna do? jump?
i'll get help.
i'm coming back with cops and choppers.
he hit something.
[ name ] was right.
there's gotta be another road.
you're missing the point.
please, do not go nuts on me, okay, [ name ]? you're all i've got, now.
you're celebrating?
how can the ritual be complete?
it's so strange.
i'm actually rooting for this girl.
tequila is my lady! my lady!
you knuckleheads.
i'm just giving you a hard time.
turn the fucking music off.
that's impossible. everything was done within the guidelines.
[ name ], come on.
what is this place?
i had to dismember that guy with a trowel.
somebody sent those dead fucks up here to get us.
do we wanna go down?
where else are we gonna go?
they made us choose. they made us choose how we die.
take him out first.
how does that help us right now?
good work, zombie arm.
this should've gone differently.
i can only imagine your pain and confusion.
what's happening to you is part of something bigger.
you've seen horrible things. an army of nightmare creatures, but they are nothing compared to what came before.
this is part of a ritual.
they don't just want to see us killed. they want to see us punished.
we work with what we have.
the sun is coming up in eight minutes. if you live to see it, the world will end.
you can die with them … or you can die for them.
you have to be strong.
you feeling strong?
i'm so sorry i almost shot you.
i'm sorry i let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world.
giant evil gods. i wish i could've seen them.
that would have been a fun weekend.
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-: don’t gimmie that look :-
part 2 — part 3 (coming soon)
feat. childe, albedo, and diluc
genre. suggestive
summary. how the genshin men react to you giving them the “fuck me” eyes on accident
warnings. modern! au in childe’s order, not established relationship, gn pronouns, childe being risky, hickeys/neck sucking lmao, very long especially childe’s order because i’m biased my bad yall, i have no idea what these chemicals actually mean or do in albedo’s order so if you know just ignore it, light manhandling on diluc’s order, and making out
childe:
you guys weren’t anything in particular, there was no relationship and no fucking happening but it was clear to pretty much anyone you’d ever met that there was tension (and lots of it)
you decided to go to the store with him one late evening and just fool around while shopping for useless items you knew you wouldn’t need
he pushed you around the cart and through the isles, nearly hitting multiple people but you two were so happy that you didn’t care
giggles and fits of laughter erupted amongst you both as you bought cakes to smear on each other’s faces and played hide and seek
upon all the fun random shit you were doing though you did have to actually buy a few things, rummaging through the store trying to find where in the world your favorite shampoo could possibly be was surprisingly harder than you had expected
eventually you had found it and of course you had passed it multiple times, how did this even happen?
well the shampoo was on the very top shelf which you sadly could not reach, HOWEVER fear not as the worlds tallest ginger beanstalk is by your side!
though he got your shampoo you two were still slap happy and playing around like idiots which thus led you into nearly knocking him over, thankfully he was fine and didn’t fall on his ass but the shampoo bottle can’t exactly say the same
reaching down you got it and without even realizing you had made eye contact with childe, unintentionally your lips pouted and your eyelashes flicked at him
you didn’t even realize you did it, so you got the bottle and put it in your cart continuing to shop as though nothing happened
childe stood there for a good moment stunned, even if you only looked at him like that for a mere second how could he forgot about that? the gloss in your eyes and oh so inviting temptation of kissing your lips was too memorable for him to just forget about
leaving the store with your hands full of bags that contain (mostly) unneeded items you had glanced over at childe, he had been acting all weird since earlier
“hey… childe… is something wrong?”
he stopped walking and looked at the ground, you weren’t really sure what to do so you set your bags down and went to check on him
you couldn’t see his face so you tried to lean down to figure out what was wrong when suddenly your eyes widened at him pushing up against the store wall, his arms pinning yours to the side of your head and his breath on your neck left you frozen
“what do you think you were doing pulling that stunt back there?”
he started to kiss your neck sloppily, his teeth lightly nibbling at the skin in a way that made your head spin
“wha…what are you talking… about?”
you were barely able to get a sentence out with the way he made you feel lightheaded, he was so close and so warm that you couldn’t even bother to think of whether or not people would see you like this
“that trick you pulled looking at me like that, hmm you smell good… but don’t give me that look or i might just eat you whole”
his words going straight to your stomach made you whimper and due to his hands holding yours down you couldn’t cover your mouth in this position
he stopped for a second before coming face to face with you and kissing you roughly, his tongue not hesitating to breach your lips and play with yours
you tried your best not to moan into the kiss but with his tongue all over yours and his knee between your legs you didn’t really have a choice
breaking the kiss he pulled away and licked his lips, finally letting go of your wrists he grabbed the bags from the ground and started walking to the car leaving you on shock
“well? come on let’s finish at home”
albedo:
working in the lab all day was normal, it was part of your job after all however working THIS late was not in your job description
sucrose and albedo were already yawning and soon the tiredness spread to you as well, as they say yawns are contagious
experiment after experiment with no decent results showing up was surely tiring, mixing these chemicals over and over again was starting to take a toll on you and you left the lab for a short moment to get fresh air
the air in dragonspine was bitter, today though it didn’t nip at your skin as harshly as it usually did. perhaps it was a sign of good luck
the scene was beautiful, unlike any other in mondstadt. such a place as dragonspine was set in a perfect spot for icy views and glacial picturesque scenery, resting against the heater nearby you closed your eyes and before you knew it your lights were out
your eyes fluttered open to find a worried sucrose trying to get a response out of you
“(y/n)? (y/n) thank archons you’re awake, i’m heading home for the night. albedo wanted to make sure you were alright, you should go back into the lab and help finishing up so you can go home and rest.”
you embarrassingly give sucrose your thanks and head back into the lab with a slight redness on your face
albedo seems not to be paying much mind, instead opting to focus on his vile of ethylene glycol. you hesitated as you sat down at the counter and began to stir the calcium oxide with naphthalene
“is everything alright? you seem off, your breathing is at an abnormal pace and your temperate appears to be lower than expected.”
albedo questions you without even so much as looking up from his work, thought you can tell by the tone is his voice that he’d very clearly paying attention to not only you but every move you make
“oh, i’m sorry. i guess i’m just a bit ashamed for my improper etiquette…”
“there’s no need to be ashamed. assuming you got the proper amount of sleep last night it’s only reasonable you’d be exhausted from today’s work. in fact i’m quite impressed you came back into the lab even after sucrose left.”
you really didn’t know what to say, it seems he had no issue with your little situation. hearing him pass by it like that put a soft smile of your face, choosing to move on you continued forward with your experiment
after a little while you were beginning to get tired again, though you had slept for a little while the chemical work was hard and you knew you wouldn’t last long until you needed to go home
letting yet another yawn escape you a thick silence filled the air throughout the night, that is until albedo called out to you. his voice spoke through the lab crisp and clear as though slicing through it with a dagger making you perk up with interest
“(y/n) would you hand me the aluminum chlorohydrate to the left of you?”
shuffling from the counters and sliding the mixture to albedo you notice the dark circles under his eyes
“now, if all goes to what’s hypothesized we can assume that there will be a new chemical compound which causes the subject who drinks the concoction to experience a deduction in iron deprivation and an innate lack of-”
albedo turned you halting his words upon meeting your eyes, you had been studying the look on his face realizing that his skin seemed more pale and his lips were less saturated. a clear sign of significant sleep loss.
though you were looking at the evidence for lack of sleep you couldn’t help but notice how pretty albedo was, his porcelain skin and marble like eyes capturing your attention
“(y/n), is there a reason you’re looking at me like that?”
having been snapped out of your thoughts you’re confused, he was just talking about chemicals so why is he taking about you looking at him now?
“what do you mean?”
“staring me down like a hungry animal, it’s impossible not to notice. your pupils are dilated and your breathing has picked up, your face is red and your eyelids are relaxed. if i’m not mistaken i’d say you seem rather aroused…”
you blink in surprise and flush more in embarrassment, you can’t believe that your coworker just exposed you for checking him out and even worse is that he’s completely right!
albedo allows a smirk to fade onto his face, putting the glass down he brings your chin up between his two fingers and gives you a hot passionate kiss; one hot enough to melt you
you gasp in surprise and albedo expertly slides his tongue into your mouth, using one of his hands to grip your waist and pull you against him
“perhaps we should clean up in the lab, let us go home. there are many other experiments i’d like the try out, would you do the honor of being my test subject?”
diluc:
playing chess with diluc was hard, he was taught how to play growing up and had plenty of experience over the years growing strategies and techniques
you however were not so good at chess… sure you know the basics and can navigate a very very very beginners game but you were certainly not on par with diluc
despite that he invited you to play chess with him for a little while on break, spending time with him was always nice but when playing chess there was a specific intimacy in the air that was nice
“check”
he had you cornered, as per usual with the mastermind of mondsadt but you didn’t really mind considering how calm the atmosphere was
after tugging at your lip for a little you made your move and of course instant regret set in the moment you took your hand off the piece, though because of the rules you couldn’t take the move back
diluc’s lips curled into a slight smirk, knowing that you had just made the wrong move. his deep laugh sent shivers down your spine as you watched his silky smooth hair and perfect skin for a second longer than you probably should have
he leaned down with elegance as he captured your king, catching a bit of his dark chocolate and spruce wood cologne in the process leading your heart to skip a few beats 
“checkmate.”
the games continued on like this well into the night, losing track of time along with game after game of chess
you couldn’t even count the amount of games you lost, but you could count the amount of times you’ve won… that being 0 of course
your back was starting to get sore from sitting in the stiff wooden chair and your eyelids felt heavy from looking at the chess board’s checkered pattern for too long
it had been hours, how many you weren’t quite sure but it was dark and the candle light beside the chess board and captured pieces was the only thing keeping the room somewhat lit
yawning you decided this would be your last game, you stretched your arms up and over your head with a deep sigh
diluc’s breath got caught in his throat, though you didn’t notice he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you
the way your hair framed your face and the way the fabric bunched up on your chest had him enamored, it’s like his eyes were glued to you
“were they always this attractive?”
snapping himself back to reality he attempted to continue playing chess, though it was hard to with his concentration being so out of line
despite how he was very much distracted from the game you didn’t seem to notice and considering your lack of chess skills… you still lost
“checkmate.”
diluc moved his warm gloved hand to capture your king and begin resetting the board but with his mind in a haze he almost entirely missed your king and the expensive glass piece hit the carpet with a soft thump
“i’ll get it” you told him without even thinking as it fell more towards your side of the table
you got down to the carpet on your hands and knees for whatever reason and gently clasped the fragile king in your soft hands
looking up you caught yourself in a whirlwind with diluc, his eyes starting into your own and you only barely noticed the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped looking down at you
you were tired and your eyes felt heavy, in the quiet relaxed scenario you had been breathing more slowing and deeply. you didn’t mean to look that intoxicating and yet despite how much he hated alcohol diluc felt a rush of adrenaline at this feeling of being drunk
after starting at all the little details on his face from his long eye lashes to his plump and slightly wet lips you sprung up and lent your hand out to him, inside the palm sat a thick glass king waiting to be taken
hastily standing up himself diluc felt parched, unsure of why he was so eager he grabbed the king from your hand and set it down on the table with a slam opting afterward to strongly pick you up bridal style and throw you onto his large fluffy bed
pinning you down before you could even process the situation he ran his fingers up your shirt and onto your bare skin, without wasting anytime he captured your lips against his own
“forget taking your king tonight, i’m taking you instead”
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Hiii! Can I request no.9 from the cliché prompts and fake dating au?
Making Amends
Abby Anderson x Reader
Prompts: 9. “There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” 18. Fake dating au
Warnings: swearing, fluff, hint of angst, Owen and Mel slander (sry I had to)
No pronouns are mentioned for the reader
Link to the prompt list here
A/N: Both tropes are literally my favourite things ever and it was so fun to write so ty for requesting it. It ended up way longer than I intended so uhhh yeah hope you enjoy LOL (esp if you requested it)!!
“What the hell Abby?! Have you been telling people that we’re dating?” You had cornered Abby into a secluded hallway, trapping her against the wall with your finger on her chest accusingly.
There was a flicker of fear in Abby’s eyes as she chewed on her lip nervously. Abby was considerably stronger than you and you probably looked like a mouse trying to intimidate a lion, but you didn’t care.
Abby couldn’t meet your burning gaze, all she replied with was a prolonged “Uhhhhhh”.
“Abigail Anderson, answer me right now or I swear to God-” It was rare for you to whip out her full name. And maybe it was kind of a cheap move, but it was a cheap move that almost always worked.
“Fine!” Abby interrupted, letting out a short sigh and preparing herself for the worst. “I kind of told Owen we were dating and I'm pretty sure he’s been telling other people.”
She said the words as quickly as possible, closing her eyes like a bomb was about to go off. Your reaction wasn't far off to say the least.
“You what? Why the fuck would you tell him we’re dating?” There was venom in your words and Abby flinched just slightly.
You were angry, incredibly so. You and Abby have always been close friends, or more so you had been until she started dating Owen. At first it was small things; cancelling plans or leaving early because she was busy and you completely understood. It’s not like you didn’t want her to hang out with him, and obviously you wanted her to be happy, but eventually it got to a point where she hardly ever spoke to you. Aside from the occasional greetings in the busy stadium, it was like you guys had never even been friends.
Now, after completely ignoring you for the past months, she decided it was a good idea to tell people that you guys were dating? It only seemed right for you to be pissed off.
“I just... Everyone kept looking at me like some sad puppy dog because I broke up with Owen, which normally I can handle. But every single day I kept getting the same sad fucking looks and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I told them I was seeing someone. I never mentioned your name but they kept prying, and prying and you were the first person that popped into my mind. I’m really sorry Y/N.”
You didn’t say anything at first, instead you looked at Abby without a hint of emotion on your face, and even less in your tone when you did finally speak. “Why didn’t you tell me you guys broke up?”
Abby paused, she didn’t know what response she was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that. “I um, I figured you knew. Pretty much everyone in the stadium knows.”
“Yeah well… I didn’t.” You were quiet. A part of you was angry and annoyed, but another part of you pitied Abby. She had never been one to lie, especially about something as petty as this.
Before you could think of something to say, Abby broke the silence. “Listen, I know you probably hate me right now, but I need to ask you a small favour.”
“Seriously?” You nudged Abby’s chest, pushing her into the wall again. The pity quickly dissipated to nothing, leaving you once again with a seething rage.
“Look, I know things between us haven’t been ideal but-“
“Haven’t been ideal?!” You interrupted, the absolute ignorance in her words tipping you off the edge. “Abby, you threw me away like I was trash! We were friends and you left me to hang out with Owen. I didn’t even know you guys broke up because you don’t tell me shit anymore!”
“I’ll do anything Y/N, okay? I’ll do your laundry, clean your room, I’ll even take your shifts for patrols.” Abby’s hands were on your forearms as she spoke. “Please just do this one thing for me and I’ll spend the rest of my life paying you back.” There was sincerity in Abby’s face, a hint of desperation too.
You paused. What could Abby possibly want so badly that she’d be willing to do all this for you? Even though you were angry at her, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little bit intrigued.
“I’ll do anything Y/N, please. There must be something that you want.” Abby pleaded, absolute seriousness in her eyes.
“What I want is to never see you again.” Your finger was pointed at her chest again, poking her lightly.
Immediately you could see the hurt on Abby’s face. Okay, maybe that was a little bit harsh (and kind of petty) but you weren’t just gonna let Abby off that easily. Not after everything she’s done.
“Fine…” Abby paused to contemplate her next words, wiping the sadness from her face. “Fine, after tonight if you do this thing for me, we’ll never have to see each other again, I promise. I just need you to come to this party with me. We don’t have to talk or hold hands or anything and you can spend the whole night hating me, but I just need you there.”
“I-“ You couldn't do that. You couldn’t just pretend and lie to all of Abby’s friends for a whole night… Could you?
“Please Y/N. It’s embarrassing, okay? When we broke up, Mel immediately jumped in to fill my space. Everyone knew it and I had to pretend like I didn’t care so people would stop treating me like a wounded animal. If they find out I lied about you? I don’t think they’ll ever stop seeing me that way.”
You looked at Abby and felt a tinge of sympathy, she looked so sad and desperate, and for a second you even considered it. One night couldn’t hurt, right? Wait, no.
You mentally slapped yourself, trying to snap yourself out of it. You were not going to give in that easily. Nope. This was Abby, the same girl who threw away your friendship like it was nothing, and you were not going to let her use you like this. Not even while she’s looking at you with those sad, blue eyes. Nope, you’re mad, you’re angry, you’re-
“Fine.” Fuck.
“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Abby’s eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around you, lifting you into the air while she let out a breath of relief.
What did you just get yourself into?
—
“I can sleep on the floor, it's really no problem.” Abby offered, there was a slight nervousness in her tone as she stood in front of you shifting her weight on the balls of her feet.
“Abby, that’s stupid. It’s not like I’m infected or something.” You huffed, reaching for the box of matches to light the candle next to you.
Sometime after the party there had been a power outage and the entire WLF base went lights out. Meaning there was no heat and most annoyingly, no lights.
After a night of uncomfortable looks and even more uncomfortable conversations in which you spent most of the party trying to avoid Abby’s friends, she was walking you back to your room when everything suddenly went dark.
The both of you practically crawled to your room before you could locate a light source of some kind. It had been an hour since the power went out and you insisted that Abby sleep in your room, for… safety purposes.
You shook the match till it was out, suddenly you were thankful for impulse buying those candles last week.
“It’s fine, I’ll just crawl halfway across the stadium until I find my room. No biggie.” You couldn’t tell if she was joking, but something in you felt like she would actually do it if you didn’t insist she stay here.
You sighed. “Just sleep here Abs, it’s easier and I’m offering. Plus, I don’t need you army crawling across the entire WLF base. It’s hard on the arms, even for someone as strong as you.”
“You think I’m strong?” Abby smiled teasingly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, looking away as you tried to hide the small grin on your face. God, it was hard to stay mad at Abby.
“Shut up and take the bed.” You could tell Abby was reluctant but she still plopped herself onto your bed. She sat awkwardly on the edge, unsure of how this was going to work.
You tried to ignore Abby’s weird energy as you buried yourself beneath the covers. It took a minute for her to actually lay down in the bed but when she did, she was careful to keep her distance. It was pretty funny (and pretty cute) how unsure she was.
After a few minutes of silence you heard Abby whisper your name softly, almost like she wasn’t sure if you could hear her.
Nuzzling your nose into your pillow you whispered back a small “Yeah?”.
“Thank you.” You could hear the genuity in Abby’s voice, how grateful she was for such a simple act and suddenly it hit you, you didn’t want her to leave you alone. You missed this—missed Abby.
Instead of responding you nudged her foot lightly with yours. It was something you guys had done as kids, like a silent way of saying “I’m here.”. Under the dinner table with the Fireflies or during training when you first joined the WLF; it was an unspoken thing between the both of you. An action that spoke much louder than words possibly could.
The both of you laid on opposite ends of the bed, your backs turned to each other. You shifted under the sheets before finally finding a comfortable position, you fell asleep that night to the steady sound of Abby’s breathing.
—
You were first to wake up, confusion washing over you when you felt your head rising and falling. Why the hell was your pillow moving? Then it hit you; it wasn’t the bed moving, it was Abby. Your head lay resting on Abby’s chest, her arm over your back while your limbs were wrapped around her like a giant stuffed animal. The sound of her beating heart was soft in your ears and you could feel her breath coming out in steady increments, blowing lightly against your head.
You weren’t sure what to do about your compromising position. It was already too late for you to leap out of her arms and a large part of you didn’t want to move anyways. So you decided to pretend to sleep until she woke up. That way you wouldn’t have to decide what to do, she would.
Abby woke up shortly after you, you could tell she was awake by the way her breath hitched in her throat upon noticing how you guys were situated. However, instead of jumping out of the bed in a panic, Abby didn’t move either, and it took everything in you to not open your eyes.
After a few moments of stillness, you almost thought she had fallen back asleep. It wasn’t until you felt a light touch on your temple that you realized she was awake. The touch so light you nearly missed it when Abby brushed a small strand of hair away from your face.
Then slowly, Abby pried you off of her and you nearly let a small groan slip from your lips when you felt the absence of her warmth. She gently rolled you over, covering you with the blanket before walking into the bathroom.
That’s when it happened: the ache. A sharp, jarring ache in your heart that you only felt with her— that you haven’t felt since the two of you were best friends. It had left you when you and Abby stopped talking, but it returned just the same when you witnessed the tenderness of her actions. You never thought to put a name to this feeling (and maybe a part of you didn’t want to), but it was near impossible to ignore it.
You couldn’t possibly be harbouring secret feelings for Abby, right? You tried to distract yourself from these thoughts, it was way too early to be worrying about these things.
Feigning tiredness you rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. You knocked on the door and when Abby opened it you noticed she was in the process of redoing her braid.
You leaned against the doorway as you watched her skilled fingers work. “Abs?”
“Hm?” She replied as she tied off the end of her braid.
“I didn’t really mean what I said to you last night… about never wanting to see you again. I’m sorry.” You picked at your thumb anxiously, eyes wandering around the room, looking anywhere but at Abby.
Abby turned to face you, letting the braid fall to her side. “You don’t have to apologize Y/N, I deserve it. I didn’t even hesitate to leave you when Owen and I started dating, and I was-“
“Stupid?” You finished for her, looking up from the floor to meet Abby’s gaze.
“Stupid. And for what it's worth, I’ve really missed hanging out with you Y/N, even if it is under these circumstances.”
“You know… I think I know a way you can make it up to me, if you’re still up for it?” Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you noticed the corner of her mouth curling into a small smile.
“Oh yeah? What would that be?”
“You see, there’s this guy that’s been trying to ask me out for weeks even though I keep rejecting him.” You gave Abby a tiny grin as you continued. “Well, maybe if he found out I was dating a certain soldier who could pound his ass into the ground, then he’d leave me alone.”
Abby nodded her head nonchalantly as she took a small step towards you, crossing her arms across her chest. “You know what’s crazy? I think I have just the person for you.”
#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson imagine#the last of us imagine#the last of us 2#tlou2#abby anderson#abby tlou#requests#fluff#a little bit angsty#I’m big gay
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Ch. 4
18 + Minors DNI Please Check Rules Before You Follow
Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader (brief reference to Dabi x Hawks)
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: smut, allusion to nausea (once), brief sacrilegious language (dabi), mentions of alcohol (dabi), mentions of smoking (dabi), dabi is just a whole warning of his own, gender neutral pronouns for reader, fem cause they're called a woman as an insult, Shiggy is an asshole, grinding, degradation,
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Summary: In which a project is completed and a new one begins
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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged)
Your project was almost complete.
In some ways, it sort of felt like the end of an era. To Tomura, who was a creature of habit by nature, it was doubly strange to imagine no longer spending hours a few days each week locked away in your little study room with you bugging him to teach you simple html and him not-so-discreetly sniffing your hair.
He still hadn’t asked you out or whatever he’d been trying to do, much to Dabi’s chagrin. And because of this, Tomura was consistently plagued with the feeling of time running out.
You were supposed to meet today for probably the last time seeing as the presentation was coming up at the end of the week. He knew it was now or never at this point. If he didn’t fucking say something now, he never would and then he’d have to live with the same his roommate wouldn’t let him live down.
So instead of heading directly to the library after class, Tomura took the old route back to his apartment and shot you a quick text—praying to the fucking boner gods, as Dabi called them, that you’d take the bait.
would you mind putting the finish touches on shit at my place?—
there’s some parts i gotta do from my desktop—
That wasn’t completely a lie. It was nicer working from his pc setup, but before he wouldn’t have let you come anywhere fucking near there. Not until he’d finally accepted that you’d wormed your way into his brain somehow and he couldn’t live another day not knowing what your tongue tasted like.
bitch (endearing):
—no problem
—what’s your address?
Tomura’s heart fucking pounded mercilessly against the bony prison of his ribs. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to some good old fashioned anxiety, but he’d never felt a strange stirring in his stomach quite like this. Like he might puke, but in a good way.
He quickly sent back his street and apartment number, and waited on the corner until you texted back that you’d be there in an hour before he rushed inside.
“What the hell are you doing, creep?!” Dabi snapped at him when he burst through the door and yeeted his backpack onto the kitchen table.
Tomura didn’t answer, just made a beeline for the bathroom and slammed the door. He doused himself in record time, unbothered by the hot water causing red, patchy flare ups to bloom over his skin. He was almost disgusted with himself for putting in this much effort for someone like you. Someone being definitely kind of a slut if the way you dressed was a good indicator. But he just kept thinking about the way your hair or skin smelled so goddamn good when you leaned in close and he wanted you to be obsessed with him in the same way. Wanted you to want to bury your face in his neck and breath him in.
When he stumbled out into the hall moments later, towel drying his hair roughly, Dabi was taking a shot over the sink.
He looked at Tomura like hell had frozen over.
“Two showers in like a month?” he mused, sucking his teeth as the alcohol slid down his throat. “What’s the occasion? The fucking, second coming of Christ?”
“Well the bitch is coming over so…”
“Oh, that is a fucking miracle,” Dabi whistled and knocked back a second shot.
Tomura glared, stepping into his room and tossing his towel aside to tug on his nicest pair of black joggers and t-shirt that gapped a bit at the front, showing off a large expanse of his chest. It made him a bit nervous even just looking at his reflection but you definitely stared the few times he’d taken off his hoodie while you were working, so the risk seemed worth the reward.
“Yeah, well you’re gonna have to piss off for the night,” Tomura shouted into the kitchen as Dabi sauntered over to lean against his doorframe.
“You know, I conveniently do have a dick appointment with my own bitch, but now I don’t want to go.”
His tone was teasing, eyes hooded and clearly enjoying how flustered Tomura was already before you’d even gotten here. Tomura moved to snatch another pillow and do battle but Dabi raised his hands up quickly in defeat.
“Oh no, no, I just fucking did my hair for this Keigo asshole you are not gonna ruin it with that petty shit,” he shot back and disappeared somewhere into his own room. “I’ll be out of your greasy ass hair don’t worry.”
Tomura seethed and bit back of reply of his hair for once not being greasy as hell, but the multiple cum stains—both his and his nasty fucking roommates—marring the comforter caught his eye.
“Ugh,” he mumbled and balled the whole thing up, shoving it under the bed and spreading out one of his merch blankets from that manga you both liked.
Hopefully you wouldn’t think that was too cringey, but he had definitely seen your room plastered with merch in the background of your social media profiles which he totally did not stalk at all and maybe jerk off to on occasion.
The rest of his room was quickly cleared by a combination of shoving random crap into his closet and filling up their recycling bin to the brim with empty energy drink cans. He tackled the kitchen next which wasn’t as hard as he’d expected. Neither he nor Dabi cooked all that frequently, so the dishes weren’t an issue and the vague, lingering smell of whatever the fuck Dabi had been smoking early was cleared out a bit by leaving the balcony door ajar.
He checked the time on his phone obsessively, about ready to pound on Dabi’s door and throw him out on the step when the man in question emerged on his own—black platform boots donned with his ass hugging ripped jeans and a loose tank top.
He had on fucking eyeliner.
God and he thought Tomura was being desperate.
“What? Wishing you’d locked this down first?” Dabi sneered, grabbing his jacket from the rack and shoulder checking Tomura on his way to the door.
“I—” he stammered for a second, bristling as Dabi towered over him a bit in those fucking boots. “No, asshole, just leave before they get here.”
But at the exact moment that Dabi rolled his eyes and flung open the door, Tomura’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Looking up in mingled horror and embarrassment, he watched the door hit the wall and reveal you, a little more casually dressed than usual looking stunned as Dabi grinned down at you with pierced lips.
“Hi, I’m-” you started but Tomura’s live-in nightmare cut you off.
“Oh I know who you are, dollface,” Dabi wiggled his fucking eyebrows at you, clearly playing up the dramatics as much as possible to a degree even Tomura didn’t think he could pull off. “Name’s Dabi—”
“Uh, yeah and he was just leaving,” Tomura hissed and placed his shoulder firmly in the center of his roommate’s back, launching him onto the welcome mat as you side-stepped through the door.
“Yeah, see ya later creep,” he fucking winked as the door slammed shut in his face.
Tomura’s cheeks burned in the following silence which was only broken by your quiet chuckle. He noticed you did that a lot. Laughed at things without even thinking about whether it would sound weird.
“He seems like a lot,” you mumbled and glanced around at the living room/kitchen/foyer of his tiny apartment.
“Yeah…”
He thought he might feel the same sort of disturbance he usually did when Dabi brought his dates home but you seemed to fit easily into the space, unobtrusive but bright against the dingy walls.
“So, should we get to it?” you asked with a wry smile, spinning to face him and silhouetted by the sun set filtering in past the balcony.
He may not have felt the usual discomfort of intruders in his space, but his hands shook where he clutched at his thighs nonetheless. And just like always, if you noticed the bunched up fabric and the not so slight tremor in his bony arms, you didn’t say a thing about it.
You looked so good propped up on his bed, back against the wall and legs dangling off the sides as the now strangely comforting sound of your furious typing filled his room. It had been a few hours now, and Dabi had been true to his word, seemingly gone until tomorrow morning. The room was illuminated only by your screens and his small desk lamp that lit up your legs like a stage spot light.
His mind fogged over more than once with the fantasy of laying in between them.
“I just shared the final bit of script,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.
The notification pinged at the top of his screen and he hummed in acknowledgement, plugging in your last pieces of text and saving the program.
And just like that.
It was over.
“I think we’re done,” Tomura whispered.
He didn’t really mean to say it so softly, but it felt strange to talk at full volume so he rasped out the words, knowing you wouldn’t care how shitty his voice sounded.
There was a creak and soft footsteps behind him as you shuffled off the bed and over to his desk. Your hands rested way too close to his shoulders than necessary while you leaned over his chair to look at the finished product.
It was still a little rough around the edges but Tomura found himself feeling a swell of satisfaction now that it was complete. All things considered, you’d come up with a pretty damn good concept and he liked knowing he played a role in helping it come to fruition.
The piece you picked was weird as shit. Some political satire about eating babies, lots of juxtaposition about the private life versus the public self and some bullshit rants on the nature of humanity blah blah blah.
It actually reminded him of you a little bit, now that he thought about it as he took advantage of you position to stare intently at your eyes scanning the screen. Not the eating babies thing, but the whole private self stuff.
In the half semester he’d spent locked away with you in quiet rooms and noisy, dimly lit basements, he could see such a stark contrast between the you he’d known from class all those weeks ago and the you currently sighing in relief over his shoulder.
Softer, more real—not so Stacy, bimbo, pick me slut like he’d always imagined you to be.
“Damn, we did it my guy,” you nodded, clearly impressed with yourself and him as well, which had Tomura’s chest puffing out just a bit under the attention. “I could fucking kiss you, I thought we’d never get it done.”
You turned to him, eyes closed in a half laugh but Tomura was so far from laughing. Cause you were really, really fucking close and he could smell you again and you’d been chewing that fucking gum cause it was hot on your breath. He knew, he really did, that you were kidding, that this was just a thing people said when they were relieved but he couldn’t help the weird, deer in the headlights stare that his face froze in.
Blinking, you raised your eyebrows at him questioningly when he didn’t make some crude comment about your chest brushing against his arm or shrug you off like he might have before.
And then you got this knowing, little mischievous look that reminds him far too much of Dabi for a split second before you pressed your face just an inch closer.
His eyes flicked down instinctively to your lips and his face burned when realized there was no way you didn’t see how he looked at you. Shockingly, despite the churning in his gut and the shaking in his legs, Tomura leaned forward just a bit too, working up enough scant courage to maybe close the gap. But then you started laughing?
It bubbled up quietly in your chest, more of a giggle than anything else.
You were laughing and shaking your head and his stomach fucking dropped to the ground and his face was on fire cause you were laughing and that meant he’d been fucking played like a goddamn fiddle but—
But then you gave him this faint smile and you weren't laughing anymore, because you were kissing him.
You were fucking kissing him.
Which, while yes he had set out to have this be the end goal of the night, he hadn’t actually believed it would ever happen. He’d never felt it in his bones like he thought he was supposed to.
And holy shit your lips were so soft??
So soft and smooth with no cool, sharp metal poking or pulling at the splits on his. It was like fucking crack, or what he imagined crack might be like with the way your mouth just glided against his. It was so easy to follow you, which was good cause he didn’t have a goddamn clue what he was doing for the most part. But you made it feel simple, and you even ran your tongue over the little scar that bisected his lips in this painfully adorable way that had Tomura pitching a tent in his pants like lightning.
God and when you pulled back and just enough to look at him again:
It was like every one of those cutesy, shojo manga suddenly made sense. The panels where the main characters look at each other and flowers bloom off the fucking page while they stare with those dark, hungry eyes—
Yeah.
Yeah he got it now.
And he was gonna ride that wave while he had it. So Tomura steeled himself and surged forward, grabbing both your arms and smashing his face much less gracefully against yours. He stood and you straightened with him, that same half giggle slipping out in the gaps where your lips parted on his as he clacked your teeth together and pulled back at the jarring sting.
“Eager are we?” you had that stupid smile on your face again but he honestly didn’t care anymore if it was an act or if your face really just looked like that with no fucking ulterior motive.
“Shut up,” he muttered, trying to catch your lips again and you mercifully let him.
Tomura nearly fucking came in his pants when you licked into his mouth and oh fucking god he really could taste the gum and that loud ass shit you were always drinking. Dabi was right, this was a fucking miracle.
Did other people always taste this good or was it just you?
He responded enthusiastically to say the least, sucking your tongue into his mouth and letting out a choked little noise when you prodded the back of his teeth. The movement of your legs, pulling him back towards the bed went mostly unnoticed until he felt himself tipping forward, landing with a thump on top of you as you both tumbled onto his mattress.
Tomura’s lips wondered boldly down your throat, smelling the soap or lotion or whatever the hell made you so fucking baby smooth compared to him and he actually growled into your nape when you laughed again.
“God, what the fuck is so funny?” he sounded muffled from where he was tonguing at the fleshy joining of your neck and shoulder.
“Sorry, sorry,” you pressed your lips against the peeling crown of his head and that alone made up for the interruption, “I’m just basking in the glory of being right.”
“About?” Tomura nipped at your skin once before lifting his chin to rest on your sternum.
“I just always thought you were sorta into me, but it was hard to tell cause you’re so quiet about that kinda thing.”
“....oh,” he didn’t really have an argument for that so he didn’t try to fight you.
“Did you think I didn’t notice all the convenient excuses to touch me or like the fact that you’re mean as shit to everyone else but me?" you asked not unkindly as you stroked a hand through his hair, frizzy from being left to air dry. “I also got the vibes you thought I was a slut anyway and it wasn’t super clear if that was a turn on or not.”
He cringed a bit at the blatant way you acknowledged all ruder inner monologues about your character.
“Well, I did a bit initially,” Tomura glanced off to the side, suddenly finding the chipping paint much more fascinating. God he really wanted to get back to the good stuff. “But I don’t now…”
“Oh no,” you cupped his face, running a thumb against the cracked skin on his cheeks and didn’t cringe when the drying skin flaked onto your shirt, “that was a pretty astute assumption.”
“Uh, what?”
He felt his draw drop and you dipped your thumb past his front row of teeth, toying with the pooling saliva.
“All the better for you though,” you continued dragging his chest against yours so he could feel your nipples through his shirt, “cause that just means I know how to show you a good time, and I get the feeling you’ve never had that happen before.”
You punctuated your words with roll of your hips against the fucking iron rod in his pants. The noise that left Tomura was inhuman.
He thought back to the day you got partnered with him. How he thought it would be a fucking nightmare and Tomura wanted to let the record show that he officially retracted that statement. This was in no uncertain terms, actually a wet dream come true and he was sure Dabi would never fucking believe him unless he walked through the door right now.
“That works,” he stuttered around the finger in his mouth and you reared up to wrap your legs around his waist.
Your lips found his again and he hummed in approval only cut off as you rolled so he was laying back and looking up. When you pulled back, he shivered at the way you raked your nails over his chest.
“So, you gonna tell me how much of a disgusting whore you think I am?”
#tomura shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki x reader#tomura imagine#tomura x reader#tomura shigaraki x you#dabi#bnha fanfiction#bee.writes
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firsts with fushiguro megumi
Sushiguro is here lads! To do what? Simp! How much? Badly! When? Now! Femme pronouns purely so I can use the term ‘big sis’
TW: blood(but it’s very brief), drinking too
First meeting
When Fushiguro came to Tokyo Tech, he knew there’d be other students there, older than him and his same age
He went into the school with no particular intention of dating any of his classmates, or really dating anyone to be honest
But then, why does he find a third year so cute? He wasn’t here for any of that, it wasn’t Rupauls best friend race!
He hasn’t even said a word to you and you’re already capturing his heart, and really all you’re doing is talking to Inumaki and the other second years, laughing with them and just hanging out before any lessons start
He doesn’t realize he’s scowling and glaring right at you in his attempts to figure out his feelings until you come up to him with an annoyed look on your face
“Hey, any reason you’re fucking staring at me like that?” You spit, one hand on your hip and the other pointing at him.
“What?” He says it harder than he wants to, his brows raising up slightly. He was staring at you? You seemed mad too, what was he supposed to do?
“Sorry.” The answer must not have been good enough for you because you let out a grunt.
“That’s all you have to say, you little creep?”
“(Y/N), don’t get so worked up.” Maki tries to calm you down, but you push her away.
“No, I wanna know why he was staring at me like that. Do you have a problem with me, first year? We’ve never even met before, so what’s your deal?”
Shit. Shit this was really bad and only getting worse.
“I-I didn’t mean to.”
“Well you did, so explain yourself.” You reply immediately, scaring him more. Crossing your arms over your chest, you cock your head to the side. “Well? You gonna answer or what?”
How was he supposed to explain that he was looking at you because he thought you were pretty and he wanted to talk to you but he was too nervous?
“I uh-” Clearing his throat, Megumi’s eyes bounced to his upperclassmen. None of them were trying to calm you down anymore and they actually seemed a little scared themselves.
“Speak up.” Snapping your fingers at him, you got closer, almost bursting Megumi’s personal bubble.
“You’re pretty.” He squeaks out, flinching at the way you raise your eyebrow. “Woah!” With one sweep of your legs he’s sent tumbling to the ground and onto his back.
“Fuck off and stay away from me, you weirdo.” Stepping on his stomach, you walk on top of him and out of sight to the dorms. Megumi lays there, staring at the sky in silence with his hands clutching his abdomen.
“Sorry about (Y/N), she can be a little testy.” He’s being helped up by Panda, with Inumaki standing just off to the side.
“(Y/N).” He says your name quietly, looking at the place you’d just disappeared to. Royally fucking up your first meeting, he’d have to fix your relationship with him sooner rather than later.
First hangout
After that fateful day, Fushiguro doesn’t see much of you because, you’re actively avoiding him
And when he does see you, you always make the comment that your day just got ten times worse from just having him in your vicinity
It hurt to have you say those things, especially because Fushiguros crush on you hadn’t diminished at all
He saw the way you were with others and it made him yearn to be a part of that
He’s also gotten his ass beat a few more times for somehow always being caught staring at you and Gojo laughs every time, even video taped it to laugh at later
The only time you actually hang around him - and not of your own accord - is before the goodwill event with Kyoto. Since you’re not allowed to participate, you’ve been tasked with helping him train
And it’s not going very well...could this even be considered a hangout?
“That makes five, shitty-guro.” It’s the fifth time you’ve knocked him into the dirt with just your fists. It’s in Megumi's mouth, the taste of the dirt, and he feels its grit between his teeth. His arms shake hard as he forces himself up to all fours and then to his feet.
“O-one more time.” There’s a cut above his eye that’s started to trickle blood into his line of sight and he hastily wipes it off. Fighting you reminds him of his fight with Todo, how overwhelming it was to be on the receiving end of the onslaught of attacks.
“Really? You must have a fucking pain kink or something, sicko.” Spitting on the ground, you roll your neck and take your stance, fists in front of you and feet spread apart. “But let’s see what you got.”
Megumi doesn’t think when he comes after you this time. Before, he’d tried to make calculated moves that would all just end in his defeat. You were either too quick for him to execute them or you’d already thought two steps ahead and dodged.
As your fist just barely misses breaking his nose, Megumi does manage to tackle you onto the ground. There’s a brief tumble and he can’t exactly make odds or ends of the world, but he rolls you on the ground and manages to pin your arms and legs to your side.
“Ha...I did it.” It’s all he can think to say, stupidity flashing across his brain at how dumb he sounds. You wiggle underneath him, quickly giving up and settling onto the dirt.
“Okay so hit me.”
“What?”
“Hit me you fucking moron, you’ve barely landed any punches on me this whole time.” Rolling your eyes, you turn your face to the side and squeeze your eyes shut. “Go ahead.” Picking up his fist, Megumi looks at it and at you. It’s true, he’d barely striked you, only landing a few punches by lucky chance.
“I-I can’t.” At least not like this. Although he wasn’t one to believe in pulling punches or going easy during training, he didn’t want to hurt you like that, particularly with you down like this.
“Well I can.”
“Huh?” It happened again, a move he wasn’t prepared for. Arching your back hard, your leg swings up, pushing him up your body but also nailing him in the back of the head with your foot. He lurches forward, part of his leg hitting you in the face.
He’s face down ass up in the air, once again tasting the dirt underneath him. You don’t miss the opportunity to kick him in the ass and make his face drag across the dirt before falling over completely.
“What the hell…” Looking up at the sky in wonder, his face stings from being rubbed so hard, and he sits up slowly. His vision is swimming, but he can see you holding your nose and tilting your head back, blood dripping on your hands.
“You couldn’t punch me in the face, but at least you managed to do some damage.” Your voice is funny with your nose blocked. Scrambling to his feet, Megumi pulls out a handkerchief he has and holds it out to you.
“Here, use this.” You squint at him, eyeing him up with scrutiny. Taking the cloth from him, you lower your head a little and take your hand away. Megumi watches the cloth quickly become crimson, soaked with your blood.
“Thanks shitty-guro.” Turning your back on him, you shrug your shoulder and begin to walk away. “Don’t expect this back, I don’t want you harvesting my DNA to make some weird sex doll clone.” Your words make him chuckle despite the harsh tone you gave them. Megumi stays where he is for a little bit to collect himself before taking a break himself, watching you laugh at seeing Nobara swung around by Panda.
First confession
Fushiguro Megumi had to be completely psycho, because after that training day his mind runs even more rampant with thoughts of you
You stop avoiding him as much now, you still don’t speak directly to him most of the time but if you have to you take the seat next to him if it’s the only one available
But Megumi doesn’t get to fantasize about you as much anymore since you’ve gone ahead and graduated and left him behind(how rude)
Now that he’s in his third year, he’s better at controlling his emotions and whatnot
So when you come around to the school to chat with Gojo or he sees you on missions, he doesn’t stare like he used to and he can have a barely decent conversation with you
And for some increasingly annoying reason, you and Itadori have taken a great liking to each other
It’s like a sibling relationship, Itadori looks at you with sparkling eyes and calls you ‘big sis (Y/N)’, the two of you text each other quite frequently and you’re always willing to put an arm around his shoulder when the two of you are hanging out
“You what?” Megumi stops dead in his tracks in the dorm building hall, utterly stunned by what Itadori just said.
“Hm, you didn’t hear me? I said I have a crush on big sis (Y/N), I want to confess to her.” Itadori says it so plainly that it sounds simple enough. And it really is, he knows Itadori won’t beat around the bush with this, and that’s what makes it that much worse.
“You can’t.” Megumi says before he can help himself.
“Why not?” Now Itadori is looking at him in confusion.
“Be-because I-” It’s too embarrassing to admit outloud. He hasn’t told anyone about his crush on you, it was a secret he’d take to the grave. But that doesn’t mean other people didn’t take notice, he could tell people knew(everyone knew) but they never brought it up.
“Don’t tell me you like big sis too!” With a gasp, Itadori narrows his eyes at Megumi. With a burning face, Megumi nods yes, shame washing over him. “You can’t, she doesn’t even like you.”
“I know!” Throwing his head back, Megumi slams his forehead into the nearest wall and groans loudly. “Believe me, I know.”
“Seriously, this is what you called me here for, Kugisaki?” A fit of giggles erupts behind him and Megumi whips his head to the side, mouth wide open in shock at seeing you and Nobara behind him, a disgusted look on your face while Nobara is laughing.
“Mhmm!” She’s busy trying to hold her laughter in and failing at it.
“Big sis!” Itadori waltzes right up to you and hugs you, receiving a few firm pats on the back. “I don’t really like you like that, Nobara just wanted to see if Fushiguro would admit to his crush on you or not.”
“Don’t worry, I caught on.” Ruffling his hair, you release him from the hug. Sauntering up to Megumi, you flick him in the forehead. “I always knew you were a freak, a little pain freak.” Flicking him again, you sigh and take a step back. “Well since I’m here let’s watch a movie or something, give ol’ shitty-guro a break for once, looks like he needs one.”
“Awesome!” Itadori is already rushing to prepare his room for guests.
“Big sis, will you order takeout from that one place?” Nobara asks, grabbing your hand excitedly.
“Geez, you guys are gonna bleed me dry!” You gripe, and then a sick smile crosses your face. “Good thing I kept Gojos credit card info from the last time he made me order food.”
“Woo!” Bouncing on her heels, Nobara is already rattling off the things she wants to order.
“Let’s go shitty-guro.” Catching him by the collar, you drag him down the hall and to Itadori’s room.
First date
After accidentally confessing, Fushiguro actually feels better now that you know
You don’t immediately start to treat him differently, but the edge in your voice when you speak to him is softer now, less defensive than it used to be
And he was finally able to explain that all those years ago, he had been staring at you because he really did think you were pretty
There’s no time that you hang out together just the two of you, Itadori and Nobara are always around chirping about ‘big sis (Y/N)’ and hanging around
It’s only when there’s an ‘accidental’ mixup in schedules and the both of you end up together at korean bbq, conveniently with Itadori and Nobara both not answering their phones
“Do those idiots really think I don’t know what they’re doing?” You huff across the table, arms crossed and eyes scanning the room. Leaning back in your chair, you can see Megumi pointedly avoiding looking at you.
“We can go if you want.” He says, eyes still trained on the barbecue in the middle of the table. You sigh heavily and Megumi closes his eyes, ready for you to leave almost immediately.
“Nah it’s whatever, we’re here now might as well make the most of it.” Picking up a menu, you point at him with it. “Order whatever you want, big sis (Y/N) will pay for it.”
“Y-you’re not my big sis.” Megumi mumbles as he picks up his menu, instantly regretting what he said.
“No? Then what am I to you?” Your smirk tells him all he needs to know. You want to hear him say it again, confess his feelings and blush like an idiot. And with the way his cheeks were currently burning, you were already halfway there.
“You know what I mean.”
“Hm? I don’t think I do.” Now planting your elbows on the table, you grinned like a fool. “What are you saying, shitty-guro? Do you want me to be more than that?” If you weren’t in public, Megumi would have yelled from embarrassment. But he didn’t get the chance to do anything, as there were two guys approaching your table.
“Can I help you?” Your smile instantly dropped, expression turning as cold as ice as you glared at the two of them. They looked closer to your age, maybe a few years older, with more muscles than Megumi could ever hope to pack onto his lean frame.
“We saw you from our table and were wondering if you wanted to join us? We got plenty of booze and food.” Their attempts at picking you up were laughable, and you did just that, letting out a snort and waving them away.
“Not interested.” Flipping a page on your menu, you go to point at something and talk to Megumi when one of them puts a hand on your shoulder.
“C’mon, ditch your little brother and co- fuck!” Snatching their hand off you, you nearly broke their fingers with how hard you bent them backwards.
“Listen you fucking creeps.” Standing up, you twisted the arm of the man that had touched you. “I’m just trying to enjoy this dumb little date, eat some dumb food and then go the fuck home.”
“Okay! Okay!” He sobbed. The whole restaurant was looking at you now, shock written all over their faces.
“It better be okay, because I won’t hesitate to break your fucking kneecaps if you so much as look at either of us.” Pushing the man away, you let out a huff of air and sat back down.
“So…” Megumi muttered as the two men scrambled away.
“What? Don’t tell me you think I went too far, you know I don’t care.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” Wringing his fingers together, Megumi looked at you with a shy grin. “You said we’re on a date?” Your brows shot up in surprise, nearly disappearing into your hairline. That’s right, you’d called it a date. He could see you working over the words you wanted to say, and chuckled when you dropped your head in shame.
“Yeah, maybe I’ve come to like you too. It helps that you stopped being a damn creep and grew up.” Covering your face with your hand, you laughed bashfully. “Yeah, shitty-guro, I got a bit of a crush on you too.” Laughing again, you raised your head and were met with his pink tinged cheeks and shocked mouth.
“Really?” He wasn’t easily stupefied, but hearing you confess to liking him was something he never thought would happen. He didn’t even think you considered him a friend, let alone a love interest.
“Yup.” Taking a drink of your water, you calmed your racing heart. Megumi copied your actions, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “I guess I should stop calling you shitty-guro, huh? Megumi?”
“Ach-” He was instantly choking on his water, spitting some of it out onto the table and his lap as he forced his head down. Nearly falling from his chair, his whole face was scarlet and he felt lightheaded. You’d always referred to him by that mean nickname or just his plain last name. Hearing you say his first name made him panic.
“Jeez maybe I won’t say it if this’ll be your reaction every time.” You teased, throwing napkins at him. While he was busy cleaning up, you ordered for the two of you and handed the menus away.
“No! No, you can keep saying it, I was just surprised.” Coughing out the last remnants of water, Megumi straightened up and wiped the tears from his eyes.
“Alright, Megumi.” Saying his name a little sweeter just to tease him, you thanked the waiter when they brought a couple bottles of soju to the table. “Let’s have fun on this date.”
First kiss
Megumi was sure he had alcohol poisoning that night after getting back to the dorms
Who knew one person could drink so much? He also quickly learned that his tolerance for alcohol was quite low, given the many times he threw up in an alleyway while waiting for Ijichi to come and get him
He didn’t need to worry about you stumbling home, by the time he had left you were already climbing into a cab
The next day, he had the worst - and his first - hangover and was incapacitated the whole day, unable to move unless it was to throw up or drag himself to the bathroom
Nobara and Itadori had to make sure he wasn’t actually dead most of the time
When you texted him and asked if he wanted to join a karaoke session with Itadori and Nobara, he almost said no, remembering how your last hangout ended
But he said yes, not wanting to pass on the opportunity, especially considering that you messaged him first
“Woo, big sis!” Nobara cheers as you and Itadori scream some dumb song you barely know the words to, hanging off each other like drunken fools. And you are, or at least Itadori is. You’d supplied the alcohol, the same as the one you’d drank with Megumi earlier, and it was clear to see that it had an effect on everyone around.
“God I’m so bad at singing!” You laugh loudly and breathlessly once the song is over, collapsing right next to Megumi on the couch. Your head had landed near his and he could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks; you weren’t outright drunk, but definitely tipsy.
“Itadori, we’re doing this song!” Nobara hops up, taking the microphone you’d left on the table and standing with Itadori near the TV screen.
“Megumi, drink up.” Flicking the cup in his hand, you take note that it’s still nearly as full as when you first mixed it for him.
“No thanks, I don’t think I can drink after last time.” You laugh at him, a heavy hand landing on his shoulder at his serious tone.
“Really, I scarred you that badly?” Your forehead lands on your hand and Megumi can feel you shaking with every drunken laugh that you let out. He nods, not that you’re paying attention to see. Carefully, he puts the cup down on the table so you don’t accidentally spill it.
“I thought I was going to die.” He says, and it makes you laugh even harder. Trying to sit up properly, your body feels heavier than before and you don’t nearly use enough strength, and you end up falling onto him. “Oh!” Megumi quickly wraps his arms around you to keep you from rolling off the couch, and part of your leg is on top of his.
“Sorry gumi, guess I’m a little drunker than I thought!” That nickname was new, making Megumi’s face flush with painful heat.
“I-it’s okay.” Curtly nodding, he tries to avoid how close your faces actually are to each other. You’re close enough that he could kiss you without moving too much, your breath fanning across his lips and your forehead nearly bumping into his, your head bobbing as you try to keep yourself upright.
“Gumi, we should kiss right now.” Your statement makes a strangled noise come out of his throat, and Megumi takes a quick look at the other two in the room. They’re busy singing and trying to outdo each other on high notes.
“I-”
“Do you want to?” Planting a firm hand into the couch cushions, you push away from him slightly. “It’s okay if you don’t, I won’t pressure you.” You’re already moving away without giving him time to decide.
“I do!” He nearly shouts, slapping a hand on your shoulder to stop you from moving.
“We can wait, it’s fine.” Nodding to yourself, neither you nor Megumi are ready for his next move. Without thinking, he pushes his lips onto yours, tasting the alcohol still fresh on your tongue. He’s clumsy for his first time, unsure of what to do but closing his eyes all the same.
Your hand comes up to rest on his thigh, pushing yourself closer to him. Your mouth opens slightly, tongue coming out to brush his lips and he opens immediately. He can really taste the alcohol now, feeling like he was getting drunk just from the kiss.
“Woo! Big sis (Y/N)! Big sis (Y/N)!” Nobara and Itadori have stopped singing and are now cheering for you as you make out with their best friend and classmate. Letting them go on for a few more seconds, you pull away laughing.
“Will you two shut up?! You’re killing the mood!”
“We are the mood!” Itadori counters, and he dodges the TV remote you throw at him.
“Yeah, this is a big accomplishment!” Nobara grins. The two of them are swaying on their feet, obviously heavily intoxicated and loving every minute of it.
“God.” Slapping your forehead, you turn back to Megumi. “This is the last time I’m giving you guys liquor.”
#jujutsu kaisen#fushiguro megumi#fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen scenarios
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Blue finds Orfeu (and Haru maybe) watching the videos when Blue was with the internet fuker... and Orfeu talks to Blue about it ??? (I don't know, or something like that) (Just add some angst and comfort)
Big fan of everything you do 😉😊😌
Thank you anon :3 this one was hard tbh sdfghjjdhgf
CW: Panic attack/PTSD; Dehumanization; It as a pronoun; Past abuse;
Orfeu was angry.
He had no words enough to describe what he was watching, and deep down, he knew he should stop. Yet, he kept on watching.
He knew what had happened to Blue. It was carved on his skin forever. He shouted about it at night. The fear was a ghost following him wherever he went.
But he wasn’t prepared to see it happening. The fight he had on his eyes slowly stripped from him, his humanity taken to a point where he couldn’t refer to himself as anything but an ‘it’ anymore. The people cheering his torturer, denying him the simplest of kindness…
And Orfeu was angry. His nails carved on the skin of his palm enough to draw blood. Yet he felt nothing, and if he did he wouldn’t care. He wanted that man dead. Each video he watched, his anger grew, and he groaned at his phone, teeth showing, the hatred on his eyes…
He was so lost into it he didn’t realize Blue was standing there. Not until he heard a small sob. And he turned, hell still breaking loose inside him.
He was careful. Blue and Haru had never seen him angry. And he wondered what Blue must have felt when he saw it, because his eyes widened, his face went paled and he gasped, falling to his knees, forehead hitting the floor.
Shit. He gets up, still altered and Blue lets out an audible cry.
“Sorry. S-s--sorry M-master. Sorry. B-Blue is is stupid bad ugly and dumb. Sorry. Sorry. It’s sorry it’s, it’s it…” the words turned incoherent, marked by strangled breathing. He curled up on himself, wide eyes and panic so strong he seemed in pain.
“Blue…” he tried, as soft as possible. Blue jumped onto him, grabbing his shirt. He was trying so hard to speak, to beg, but couldn’t manage a word, hyperventilating.
Orfeu felt so powerless, as he uselessly tried to coax Blue to breathe. Until he passed out, falling on Orfeu’s lap.
“Fuck…” He whispers to himself. He pulls Blue closer, grabbing one of his hands and rubbing it softly, hands caressing the other one while his read rests over Orfeu’s leg. He wakes up a few seconds afterwards, trembling, eyes full of tears “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you. I promise. I’m not mad”
Blue’s lost eyes darted from one way to another…It’s ear is being scratched… Master…Master Orfeu holds it. It wants to scream! It needs to scream and run and hide! Master Orfeu was terrifying. Terrifying.
Master had sharp sharp sharp teeth that could tear into its skin and he looked so angry, so angry, a beast ready to attack. Blue wants to apologize, say he is sorry, Master saw it, saw the videos he, he, he angry Blue walked in on him it was bad so bad-
“Breathe” Comes the order. He tries so hard to obey but oh god it’s so bad it’s scary its, it’s going to be hurt it will “Blue breathe. You’ll pass out again. Please. I’ll count”
Breathing is impossible and its chest hurt and it’s so tight and, and, and Blue is going to die its heart will jump out! It will! It grabs its chest, it can’t it can’t…
“Blue it’s okay. You are good, you are. I know it’s scary, but it will pass. Please breathe. I’m not angry at you”
It hurts. It can’t. It wants to cry, wants Master Warren again. It hates here, hates it hates it hates it. It’s scary and, and nothing makes sense and Master says weird things and isn’t, it’s bad… It wants its dog bed and be safe with Master Warren and be cared for and loved not this not breathing its hard, it is too stupid! Why can’t Master understand that his pet is stupid?
“N—no” Blue whimpers, each breath he takes hurts, makes his body shake and cold sweat runs through him “N—n-no, p--please”
Master Warren knew the pet was stupid didn’t get angry cause he knew! He knew. It’s scary. Scary. Why won’t it stop why can’t it breathe. This will never end it will never…
“You are safe, I promise. Blue it’s scary but it can’t hurt you. I promise. Nothing will hurt you. But breathe. Please”
Blue doesn’t want to breathe it wants to scream. So it does. It screams. It kicks and thrashes and Master lets it go, just holds his head.
And, and, and more hands. More Hands! Scared ice blue eyes scary green eyes, soft white hair flowing, Haru, Haru, Haru.
It grabs Haru, it wants it, he, he, he is good and keeps Blue safe right? But, but but Haru tells, tells Master where Blue, Blue hides and that’s, that’s not good. It is scared it’s scared…
…Soft humming. Haru holds him on a hug, and hums a song for him, slowly. A pretty song. He is crying, Haru is crying.
Blue closes its teary eyes. He likes the song, the humming… Bonnie. Master hands it Bonnie. It grabs her, Bonnie is good, she is good. It pulls her closer, nuzzling on Haru’s soft arms, tears just won’t stop. Master walks away, to the window, he buries his face on his hands. Scary. Scary.
He cries. Haru cries. Master… He thinks Master is crying. He doesn’t know. Doesn’t think that’s possible… But once he feels calmer, Haru pulls a blanket around Blue, and goes to hug Master. Master falls to his knees, holding Haru, petting the soft white hair.
“…Thank you…” Master whispers “I’m sorry Haru, I’m so sorry. I know it’s a lot”
Master cleans Haru’s tears before cleaning his own. Haru lets his head fall on Master’s shoulders, pretty eyes closing slightly.
…Blue… Blue must have been bad. So bad.
Because they are both sad! Both of them!
It crawls closer, hesitantly, Bonnie on its arms. It is scared… But it wants to be held too. Will he be allowed close to them now? He doesn’t deserve it... But Haru and Master let him in the hug as well. They ruffle its hair.
“S-s-s-sorrry…” it whimpers.
“It’s okay… I’m the one who should apologize Blue. I wasn’t mad at you. I didn’t know you were there”
“I-i-iit s-s-should have, should have…”
“You did nothing wrong. I promise. You are a good boy. A very good boy”
It looked up slight smile, and pulled Bonnie closer.
“Master saw… Saw… T-t-the…v-v-videos…”
Yeah. Haru frowned, confused, but Master didn’t explain.
“S-s-sorry…”
“It’s not your fault. I was just… I didn’t like that someone hurt you Blue”
Blue nods. Of course. It was a good pet before. Now it can’t do much anymore.
“It, it is ugly a-a-and u---u-useless now b-b-but… it, it deserved it…”
Master pets its hair.
“…No, Blue. That’s not it. You didn’t deserve any of that. It was cruel”
“B-b-b-lue… Mis misbehaved Master. And, and it’s, it’s old Master n-n-needed B-b-blue for, for the videos…”
“Your old Master didn’t deserve you” And Master looks at Haru too “…You two are… Too good for any of this. If I could change what happened…”
Master sighs. He doesn’t do that often. He seems… lost. Not really there, eyes seeing something far away.
“I’m just… I’m so sorry”
Blue stares at the ceiling, Haru stays quiet, head leaning against the wall.
Tired. All of them. So tired. But they cuddle together, not bothering to get off the floor, and being close to them feels warm.
#blue needs a tag#haru and orfeu#orfeu needs a therapist :3#he so good with Haru but so bad with Blue asdfghjyfmdthnsrgbfgsds
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Locked and Reloaded [Ch. 5]
Marvel AU
TW: Language, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood, Gun Violence, Implied Abusive Household
Genre: Action, Light Comedy, Angst
Pairing: NCT Dream x Reader
YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
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[Main Masterlist] | [Locked and Reloaded Masterlist]
Word Count: 6.5K
Notes: It’s about time these members entered the story. I’m dropping this now instead of a Saturday upload because I’m getting my second dose of vaccine in about nine hours, and from how both of my parents reacted something tells me that I’m going to be incapacitated for the next two days, so I decided to finish this bad boy up now! Currently next on my list to work on is Infatuation, so I’ll see you in that update!
Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in or condone these actions. I would never wish any of these actions to occur to the Idol(s) mentioned in the writings of these stories, nor do I wish any harm on them.
“That’s stupid,” you told your older brother. Baekhyun just laughed. You had just finished ranting to him how a majority of the premise of chemistry was ridiculous, being founded on one key theory that could be amended at any moment, something now set in stone or put to law. It was a theoretical science that clashed with the lawfulness of physics and the puzzle of biology. “Chemistry is literally the weakest link.”
“I don’t quite think so, songbird,” the nickname was sweet in his voice, it was one you had had for as long as you could remember. He leans against your desk and he points at the picture. “It’s just atomic theory.”
“Yeah, and it’s stupid. Imagine, all of this work, all seven hundred of these pages and countless other books could get proved incorrect if someone disproves it.”
“You read this entire textbook and that’s all you have to say about it?” Baekhyun raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Wah, you’re so amazing and you don’t even know it,” he hugged your head to his stomach and you pushed him away.
“Ew, you’re so gross,” you wiped the sweat from your face. “At least shower before coming into my room! You’re disgusting when you use the gym.”
“And miss my darling sister? No way, that and I came to congratulate you!” He points at the certificate on your desk just under your coffee mug. “Not every day you win the science fair… again.”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks,” you put a textbook over it. He was right, but it was hardly an achievement for you at this point, it was an expectation.
“What did you do this year?” None of them even showed up, the only person there to help you with your project was Jeno, but he was always there whether you liked it or not.
“You don’t know?”
“I was at the conference, remember?”
“Oh, right,” you sighed. “It was just an observation on bees.”
“Whoa! Bees are great! They’re so helpful for pollination, for honey, and so much more!” Baekhyun smiles. “Hey, your birthday’s coming up, right? Fourteen? Oh god, oh no, my songbird? A teen? I don’t think I can handle this.”
“You’re overreacting! It’s not like I’m going to be any different. Plus, I’m already a teen.”
“Oh, (Y/N), you have no idea. Thirteen is the one year free trial before you start having to pay to be a teen. Once you turn fourteen, ugh, I don’t even know how to say this,” Baekhyun fake cries and wipes away the invisible tears. “It’ll be like you’re a whole different person.”
“Stop that! Why are you acting so weird?” You laughed and turned to him. Baekhyun crossed his arms over his chest and your smile dropped. You knew that look on his face better than anyone. “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I leave tonight,” he says.
“How long?”
“Maybe a week this time, dad wants to show me the properties over in Zone 8.”
“Seriously? What for?” The factories that far out from the city were nearly ghost factories, they just handled building the smaller removable parts of the weapons your father developed. You couldn’t think of a possible reason why Baekhyun would have to go out that far.
“I have no clue, maybe he just wants me to see the Byun system at a smaller scale,” Baekhyun sighs. “Will you be okay here?”
“Will I be okay here? Don’t make me laugh,” you slammed your textbook shut and stared at him. “She hates me.”
“Don’t say that.”
“She does! You’ve seen the way she talks to me when you’re not around, Baek, I genuinely think that woman wants to get rid of me.”
“She’s your mother.”
“No, she’s your mother.” You didn’t mean for it to come out as accusing as it did. But you could genuinely say that you never felt anything from her aside from the obvious disdain she must have held for you. But what could you do? You’d hate you too. If one day your husband showed up at your doorstep with a kid you didn’t recognize telling you to treat her as if she was your own, you’d despise that child’s existence. All you were was proof of infidelity, and your stepmother made that very clear. You were her daughter on paper alone, but in reality, you were nothing more than a freeloader. “I’m just the bastard kid from dad’s mistress.”
“Do not,” Baekhyun held a finger up and stared at you with an intensity you’ve never seen on his face before. Seriousness wasn’t something that Baekhyun often used, especially around you. “Do not ever reduce yourself to that. Do you understand? You are so much more than that and you can’t let anyone who says that to you bring you down, you cannot let that weigh on you. Who even told you that?”
“She did. Who else?”
“God…” Baekhyun looked away and huffed. He held his hand to his forehead and sighed. “Keep in touch with me, okay? Just one more year and I can take it to court.”
“Forget it, Baek,” you waved your hand. “It would never work. We have no proof.”
“Well,” Baekhyun pressed his lips together and placed a tape in front of you.
“A tape? Seriously?”
“Don’t hate on old tech, they’re still around for a reason. I have a walkman in my room, second drawer on my desk. Listen to it later, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” you placed the tape in your own drawer, out of sight and out of mind.
“Just wait for me, alright?”
“Yeah.”
“(Y/N), I’m serious.”
“I know.”
“I’ll be back, okay?”
“Okay, just go, dad’s probably waiting for you,” you opened your textbook again and stared at the passages on it. You had a really bad feeling about tonight, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.
“Love you, songbird.”
“I know.”
~
“Sungchan! Four o’clock!” You shouted towards the agent. Sungchan, moving a second too late was met with the spine of a book to his face, promptly knocking him out. “Aw, geez,” you shoved your bag under a table, hoping that it would be somewhat okay after the fight, and threw a metal tray, the circular object blocking one of the flying weapons from hitting Shotaro on his way to Sungchan.
“Thank you!” He shouts. He leans next to his best friend and tries to wake him up while the fight continued.
“I’ll try to keep you guys covered, but you might need to fill in for me eventually, Reaper’s not doing too good over there,” you stumbled over to the two and handed Shotaro one of the pillows from the couch. “Is he okay?”
“Yeah, just knocked out, but I have to watch him just in case… you know.”
“I do, just make sure he’s fine.”
With Jeno’s sudden appearance the Sanctum became a new battleground. Ancient artifacts were being used left and right for battle, whether they were used correctly or not, and with incoherent shouts filling the previously calm room. Strange was doing his best to prevent anything potentially world-threatening from happening, the Sorcerer Supreme understanding the laws of the universe, as well as any of you did, while the Maverick worked to bring down Vulture. The surprise attack rendered them at an unfortunate disadvantage. Strange was more concerned with keeping the battle within the Sanctum than he was helping any of you out, which was entirely understandable.
“I got it!” Peter shoved back the bookcase that was about to fall on you.
“Thanks, Peter.”
“Just so you know I am so sorry I did not mean for any of this to happen I didn’t know.”
“Oh goodness, no hard feelings, Peter, it happens to the best of us,” you said to him. “There’s no way you could’ve known.”
“Thanks, (Y/N), that means a— Watch out!” He pushed you out of the way just as a shield lodged itself between you, you turned towards the source and saw Vulture, and you had to stop yourself from getting any more frustrated than you already are.
“Fucking hell,” you clapped your hands together and jogged in place. “Stretching before fights is good for you, Peter, don’t forget that,” you said to him. Then you saw Cap waving his hand. You pulled the shield from its spot and threw it back to him.
“Nice arm!”
“Don’t lose your shit!” You moved your head to the side just as a bullet whizzed past you. “And watch where you’re aiming!” You dodged another bullet as it ricocheted off of one of the metal artifacts of the Sanctum.
“I am,” Jaemin’s voice was steady despite the chaos. “Reaper!” Jaemin tossed one o the artifacts towards the other, particularly a sharp one, and Jeno drove it into the wall next to Vulture, just barely grazing the Follower. Vulture grabbed onto the back of Jeno’s neck, the razor claws on his hands emerging and sinking into the half-demon before Vulture slammed Jeno’s head through the wall.
“Urgh, I felt that,” you rubbed the back of your neck as the phantom pain shot through it. You quickly stepped back just as an eldritch whip snapped in front of you.
“Mr. Wong?!” Peter gasps.
“That one isn’t in our database,” Jaemin grabbed onto the whip as it went towards you again, ‘Wong’ staring at him with a slight confusion, to which Jaemin just tugged it away from the other’s hands, watching the concentrated energy dissipate.
“Well then add him later, dammit,” you charged towards Vulture but soon felt something wrap around your ankle. You looked at the portal next to your foot and the hand around it. “Ew! Oh my god!” You yanked it out of ‘Wong’s’ grasp and shot towards him, the bullets disappearing before they could get anywhere close. No wonder it was so fucking convenient, you hoped whoever the real Wong was and where he was currently wasn’t too horrible.
“We should name this guy,” Jaemin dodged the eldritch disk that nearly sliced his throat. “I’m thinking Frisbee.”
“Oh come on, let’s stay true to tradition and wait for Hyuck,” you pulled a sword from the suit of armor next to you and blocked the whip again. You turned the hilt in your hand and smiled. “Ooh, I like this. You know my ex used to be an expert fencer.”
“I almost forgot about that one,” Jaemin hums. “What’s with sleeping beauty over there?”
“Got hit in a face with a book.”
“Oh that’s good, one less bomb we have to worry about.”
“That’s rude,” you scolded him.
“Can someone help me over here?!” Jeno’s pissed off voice came from the office. He pushed himself up from the rubble and cracked his neck before his knuckles. “I’m going to kill this guy, fuck the Agreement.”
“Does the Agreement even apply this far out?” You asked. Jaemin pulled out his phone briefly. The Agreement was offered by the D98 Avengers, basically promising not to do any dimension altering things, but it was just a promise, nothing was set in stone and thus was lacking in any legality. It was a gentleman’s promise, so to say.
“Technically it doesn’t, D62 is far out of D98 bounds. And since none of the Avengers are here…” Jaemin let Jeno fill in the blanks himself.
“Good,” Jeno tapped his wrists together, a blood-red magic circle appearing between them.
“Wait, do you guys hear that?” You looked around while skillfully parrying evil Wong’s attacks.
“Hear what?” Shotaro was nursing the passed out Sungchan while blocking any projectiles that made their way towards him.
“It kind of sounds like screaming,” Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows.
“No, it sounds like… no, of all the members to send,” you groaned. Then the sound of doors crashing open accompanied the chaos that was the Sanctum while a familiar face ran in head first, literally, screaming his head off, and rams into Dr. Strange.
“I got this one, V! Don’t worry!” Chenle shouts.
“You idiot he’s on our side!” Jeno grabs a polearm from a nearby suit of armor and whacks it over Vulture’s head, the polearm breaking in half right after and really just pissing off the Follower more.
“Oh is he? Sorry!” Chenle detached himself from the sorcerer.
“Looks like we’ll be having a change in plans,” Strange murmured and disappeared from the room.
“Did the wizard just dip?!” You yelled.
“I think so!” Chenle yelled back, despite being right next to you.
“Why are you even here?!”
“We were talking to Fury when Jeno just fell into a sudden pool of blood! I followed your tracker here because I figured you’re in trouble. Be grateful!”
“I never said I wasn’t?!” You heard a pang next to you and turned to your side, a circular shield blocking your vision for only a brief moment before connecting with Other Wong’s abdomen.
“Thanks,” you nodded towards Steve.
“No problem,” he says. “But where’d that bullet come from?” Cap looks around the room. Jaemin rushes next to you and grabs something, pointing it upwards. Within a few moments, someone materializes next to him. A classic cloaking spell, of course, right when you needed it most.
“Monsieur,” her voice was hoarse.
“Lynx,” you saw him grimace while the woman drove a knife into Jaemin’s side and twisted it harshly. A loud groan left the man’s throat while you darted next to him and tackled the woman to the ground.
“I like your D62 version better!” You pressed your gun to her head and she threw you off before you could pull the trigger.
“Nat!?” Steve blocked another gunshot from her with his shield.
“Not Nat,” Bucky answers.
“Where have you been?”
“This thing’s still glowing,” Bucky held up the crystal.
“Give that to me!” Chenle appears next to them and grabs it. “You meaty idiots don’t know what to do with this.”
“Was that an insult?”
“Apperio!” Chenle ignored the Captain and chanted the charm, a magic circle appeared around the crystal. Following the ripple of two blue circles that expanded throughout the room, two more people appeared.
“There’s more of them?!” You shot Vulture in the leg. Before you were two other notorious members of the Elite. Arachnid, who you fought before, and Dead Shot, someone you were hoping not to run into in this dimension. “Someone get Parker out of here as soon as he touches Arachnid it’s over!” You shout.
“Oh please, I wouldn’t even try that. What good is this mission if any of us blow up the dimension while we’re at it,” Arachnid catches the flying dagger and flings it back towards Jaemin, who easily dodged it.
“We have orders to keep you alive, Vendetta, comply and the others will live,” Dead Shot spoke in his trademarked mechanical voice.
“Fuck that,” you pointed your gun at Arachnid and click. Click, click. “Well, this is awkward,” you chucked the magnum at Arachnid, the handle of the gun hitting the area between the mutant’s eyes and stunning him briefly, while Dead Shot released a flurry of bullets. You ran along the wall to dodge them, looking for something to shield yourself with now that Cap and Bucky were busy with Lynx, Jeno had Vulture busy, and Jaemin moved over to Arachnid so that Peter could handle Evil-Wong instead.
“Surrender or be forced to, Vendetta.”
“Well, shit,” you held a book in front of you while Dead Shot went through consecutive rounds.
“How could you not know a Follower was here?!” Jeno was pushed back next to you while deflecting Vulture’s attacks.
“How the hell was I supposed to know?! I didn’t even know that those three were here until a couple of minutes ago!”
“Are you kidding me?!”
“No, I’m not kidding you because if I was we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“It has been thirty minutes! I let you and Jaemin go for thirty minutes and this happens!”
“In our defense,” Jaemin gets pushed back to the other side of you and clears his throat. “Peter brought us here.”
“I said I’m sorry!” Peter brushes off the embers on his suit. “Aw man, how am I going to explain this to Mr. Stark?”
“Explain? Have you been reporting us to him?!” You asked.
“Uh… no,” Peter’s phone goes off and he answers it. “Hi, Mr. Stark, there’s kind of a situation going on right now—”
“Tell them not to come here! If any of the other Followers show up it could tear the fabric of reality apart!” Chenle shouts. A magic circle appears under Peter’s phone and it short circuits. Chenle adjusts the watch around his wrist, a much larger magic circle appearing from it.
“Vocavi te ab umbris,” at the utterance of the words the shadows in the room gathered together to a much larger amalgamate. “Go, Vendetta, I’ll keep them handled.”
“Fuck,” you spotted your backpack, which was pushed up against the wall on the other side of the room.
“What now?” Jeno asks.
“Backpack.”
“What about it?”
“There’s something really important in there,” Jaemin sounded disappointed. “We could hole-in-one it, V.”
“We could,” you said. “But that risks shaking it up too much.
“Hot potato then?” Jeno offers.
“Who would start it?”
“The closest person is Shotaro, if he throws it far enough I could probably catch it,” Jeno says. “Pass it over to Jaemin.”
“Then I’ll pass it to you. But by then you need to be in that hallway,” Jaemin says.
“Got it, I can do that.”
“And if anything goes wrong?”
“Wing it.”
“We’re going to die in this dimension, aren’t we?” Jeno frowns.
“On the count of three, break,” Jaemin says, ignoring his best friend’s words. You hand Jeno the old sword, which he took without question. “One.”
“What do I need this for?”
“Well, I certainly don’t need it.”
“Two.”
“Wait, are we even on the same page?”
“I don’t know, are we?”
“Three!” Jaemin shoved you forward and you took off, dodging literally everything on your way to get out and probably get some more help.
“Shotaro! Pass me that backpack!” Jeno shouts over the gunshots. Shotaro perked up and grabbed the black bag, chucking it towards Jeno, who caught it easily. “Monsieur— Fuck, too far, Apollo! Pass this over to him!” Jeno tossed the backpack towards Chenle, the heavy bag slamming into the magician mid-spell.
“What the hell?!”
“Pass it here!” Jaemin knocked over Lynx and used her head the propel himself up and grab the backpack after Chenle threw it. He ran over towards you and threw it. Right as your hand grabbed the strap, it was yanked away from you.
“Fuck!” You looked back at who had it now, seeing your backpack in the hands of the last person who should have it. You were about the run over to him, but the bullet that landed too close for comfort reminded you that you had to leave now. “Arachnid has it!” You’d just have to put your trust into the three that were already here.
“Got it,” Jeno bashed his knee into Vulture’s head, finally incapacitating the Follower and switched targets. You turned around and ran into the hallway. You just had to call one of the other members to run over here with some extra materials. You hit the side of your phone, which only frizzed at the motion. Chenle must have jammed the signals to prevent more reinforcements from coming, great. You couldn’t run around forever, Dead Shot always hit his targets in the end, you continued down the hallway, not bothering to look back, but when you found yourself cornered against a hallway, you forced to figure out a solution. With the smell of smoke and the sounds of bullets hitting the ground— Wait a second. You looked down the hallway, bullets hitting metal and ricocheting towards you but never hitting any intended destination, there wasn’t even a bullet hole in sight, instead there were just empty shells on the ground. But in your analysis you failed to notice the stray bullet that was right in front of you. Then you saw someone’s closed fist in front of you.
“Did I get all of them?” He panted. He opened his hand and twelve bullets fell out of it.
“Oh my god, Mark, you’re just in time, I don’t remember you being this fast either,” you caught your breath and hugged the speedster, separating quickly. Mark pat down the smoke on his boots.
“I don’t think I’ve ever run that fast…” He stretches his back and kicks the bullet shells aside.
“How’d you even get here?”
“The sorcerer guy called Baekhyun and asked us to come right away. I had a feeling it wasn’t anything good so I came first, told them I’d scout the area. It’s a good thing I came, otherwise you’d look like Sponge-Bob…” He laughs awkwardly. “You’re at your quota, aren’t you?” He looks down at your feet. You followed his gaze and saw the rusted knife sticking out from it, then you noticed the bloody trail you left behind. You sighed and pulled the old thing out.
“Remind me to get a Tetanus shot.”
“You are at your quota,” he gasped.
“Can’t afford to possibly die right now,” you shook your head. “I thought since the dimension was far enough it’d get me some leeway, but I guess not,” you grimaced.
“Shit, it really is a good thing that I came just in time,” Mark looks over his shoulder. “Dead Shot should be on his way, you didn’t make it hard to find you.”
“Don’t smart-mouth me right now, Mark.”
“Right, yeah, sorry about that,” the speedster ruffled his blue hair and unzipped his jacket, pulling out a book from it. It was heavy, no doubt, leather-bound with metal embellishments around it. The book had lived through as many eons as it did dimensions. You had asked Mark to try to get it for you if he could, but nothing more than that. Better to leave him in blissful ignorance. “Look, I don’t have a lot of time to say this,” he says while he hands it to you.
“Just spit it out.”
“I was looking into that thing you asked me about and here, this is all I got,” he says. “Whatever you need it for it’d better be important, I almost got turned into a frog for it. The guy I got it from warned me not to read it though.”
“Why?”
“I dunno, something about corrupting the person who reads it.”
“Oh shit, I should have Jeno read it then.”
“True, you can’t corrupt a demon.”
“But then again he is only half.”
“Look, (Y/N), I only got you the book because you were so insistent on it. Just reassure me and tell me that you won’t do anything stupid with it.”
“I won’t, I won’t, I may be stupid but I’m not that stupid, Mark. When are the others coming?”
“I just gave them the signal to enter, they’ll be taking care of the Follower problem here in a bit. But you’re going to have to explain why you’re here to them, and I’m afraid that it might involve you revealing your identities this time.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Why else would you be in D62 being housed and paid by this dimension’s Avengers?”
“Fair enough—” you were cut off by the bullet grazing your ear and landing in the wall behind you. Another one rang out and Mark grimaced, holding his hand to his shoulder
“Argh! Come on!” He grunts. He puts a hand on your back and one behind your neck.
“Why?”
“Whiplash,” you blinked and suddenly found yourself back in the Avenger’s Compound.
“Mark, don’t you dare!”
“Sorry! Jeno’s orders! I’d rather a pissed off you than Jeno!”
“Mark, I swear if you zoom out of here—” but the speedster was already gone by the time you turned around. “Dammit!” You kicked the wall and winced immediately, you completely forgot that it was the same foot that had a knife driven through it earlier.
He was right, you’d reached your quota. There was a certain amount of times you were allowed to “die” until it would be too much, and you knew you’d be at this quota when your body would stop healing itself, it was getting ready for its original host to return. You just didn't think you’d reach it soon, and who knows until the number resets? It was always a varying number, and until it did you had to lay low. It was such a hassle that you always tried to avoid it, but coming to this dimension seemed to have expedited the whole thing. You heard a bag of chips drop behind you.
“(Y/N)? When did you get here?” Jisung stared at you while he picked up the bag.
“Mark.”
“Mark’s here? Where?” Jisung looks around.
“There was a complication at Dr. Strange’s place,” you limped towards him, he rushed over to you and reached for your hand to help you, but you tugged it away. “I’m fine.”
“Oh, okay,” Jisung gave you a little more space, but still walked next to you, sporting that easy-to-read concern. “Do they need help?”
“No. The Avengers are coming.”
“Oh… oh no,” Jisung caught onto why you were being short now. “Oh no, oh no, we won’t have a choice then.”
“No, we won’t,” you heaved the large book under your arm. Jisung looked at it but chose not to question you. “I’ll be in my room, I have a lot of thinking to do before we explain ourselves to the lapdogs so, if you need me, I’ll be in there,” Jisung says.
“Oi, (Y/N)!” Haechan held his hand up and Jisung furiously shook his head. Hyuck pressed on regardless. “Think you need this,” he waved the small box in his hand and you did a doubletake.
“Where did you get that?!” You rushed forward and snatched it out of his hands. “Be a bit more gentle with it!”
“Whoa! What’s got you pissed? Jeno drowned and dropped this. Changmin said to give it to you so I figured it’s important, damn.”
“The Avengers are coming.”
“Like… these Avengers?” He points around the room. “Or our Avengers.”
“The second one,” Jisung nods. “Right, (Y/N)?” You didn’t answer, you were already halfway to your room. You tossed the book on your bed and you opened the small box, pulling the vial of iridescent liquid from it. You twisted it open and downed its limited contents in one gulp. You felt all of your muscles relax at once and you sat on the bed. The wound on your foot closed quickly.
“Postponed, at least for now,” you stretched your arms. “But not permanently,” you placed the vial back in the box and you grabbed the book. As you held the two sides in your hands, ready to open it, you recalled Mark’s warning. Then you remembered the words of the Demon King himself.
“If you know what’s good for you, and what’s good for the world you reside in. Do not seek more than you already know about yourself.”
The times you spoke to Jeno’s father were limited, and your best friend liked it that way, preferred it actually, but the times you did talk they were always pleasant. Save for that warning. He knew something you didn’t, the both of them. You acquired this book without any of their knowledge. For years you just went with it, there’s a quota for death, there’s a reason why you can’t die, there’s a reason why you should avoid stepping near the Seraph, but now in this new universe, you had to know. There was something calling out to you in this dimension, it was very faint, and you didn’t truly notice it until you walked into the Sanctum.
You put the book away, sliding it under the bed.
Trust is mutual, if two very powerful beings are telling you to stay in your lane you probably should. You knew the bare minimum of your condition, so to say, you knew what you had to. Die too many times too close together and something else will come and reclaim its host, and all you knew about that entity was that it was some eldritch creature that took a millennia to finally contain, and for some reason, it had some affinity for you. That is where your knowledge stopped and your curiosity began. What could be so powerful that even the all-powerful Demon King wanted to keep it contained, and what did it have to do with you? Your answers were under your bed. But you risked too much by simply opening the book on its own. You hit your head lightly on the wall behind you. The liquid in the vial would extend your quota by at most three, you had to use them carefully. If you were going to attract a horrific monster, it would probably be best to not do it in a world that you didn’t belong to.
There was a knock at your door.
“What do you want, Renjun?”
The door opened slowly, and someone else stood at it.
“Is now a bad time?” Stark asks. You shook your head.
“It’s your building, come in,” you sighed. He walked in at your invitation, sitting at the table to the side.
“So this is what S.H.I.E.L.D. meant by living accommodations,” he laughs.
“What did you need, Mr. Stark?”
“Tony’s fine, thanks,” he says. “Sorry, it was eating away at me, I had to ask.”
“You wanna know about what you’re like in my dimension, right?”
“I’d appreciate it, but, something tells me I should come back later.”
“Oh, no, no, it’s fine.”
“Where are your friends?”
“Probably getting their asses kicked, but I’m here instead,” you shrugged. “Honestly, you’re not that different. Maybe a little less depressed, but that’s about it. For what it counts, to our knowledge, you aren’t a Follower. You work closely with the Seraph, if they found out then you would’ve been executed on spot, at the very least.”
“Oh yeah? Crazy leader or rational one?”
“Bit of both,” you leaned forward on your bed, kicking the book further under your bed. “Want to know anything else?”
“I was wondering if you could walk me through your Traveler of yours, is it anything like Time Travel?”
“Let’s call it two sides of the same coin.”
“How so? What do you use? Cosmic strings? M��bius strip?”
“Have you heard of the infinite cylinder theory?”
“Also known as Tipler?
“Yes!”
“Then yes, I’m aware.”
“How about Schrödinger’s Equation?”
“We’re talking hamiltonian operators?”
“Bingo. If you can manipulate those two concepts, you can get time travel, but it’s not perfect. So manipulate them differently, add a few more concepts because you have to take relativity into account, and bam. Dimensional Travel.”
“That easy?”
“Yeah, well, no, but in theory sure.”
“And you never went to high school?”
“What’s that got to do with it? If you need a degree to prove you’re right then you’re probably not the sharpest tool in the shed,” you shrug. Tony opened his mouth to retaliate, but couldn’t think of a good comeback to that. “Something tells me you want to ask me something more specific though, Peter let slip that he’s been sending you updates, so I’m sure you’re here for a different reason.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why help us?”
“Don’t really know how to answer that one, Tony,” you placed your ankle on your opposite knee and rolled out your ankle. “Usually we just take whichever job pays the most, but Changmin asked us personally to take this one, so how could we say no? The guy rarely ever asks us favors, and it was the least we could do.”
“That simple?”
“What? Did you want me to say that we wanted to meet you guys? I mean, it’s certainly a plus. Most of your team happen to be carbon copies of the same one who wants to kill us, so there’s that, we’re observing the ways you act, maybe it’ll help us in the future, maybe not. It’s like a two-way deal, you get your Traveler, and we get data.”
“Data,” Tony scoffs. “I can see why you’d come to that conclusion.”
“What can I say? It’s helpful. But, I can definitely say that we might be relieved of our duties soon, we’re technically here illegally, I’ll have you know,” you said to him. “We’re supposed to get official approval from the Secretary of Travel before jumping dimensions, but we’re not exactly law followers so we never did. But now that an official government team is on their way, hoo boy, my greatest rival is yet to come. Paperwork,” you made light of what would otherwise be a very very bad situation.
“I heard, so we get to meet the other Avengers.”
“Yup. And, let me tell you right now, they’re not the nicest people.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, just you wait until I tell you about them.”
~
The shadow amalgamate shattered into what it once was, scurrying back to their original positions, once Chenle had the wind knocked out of him by Lynx. He landed harshly on Jaemin, who then lost his balance and sent the two tumbling down to the first floor of the Sanctum.
“Sorry,” Chenle rolled off the top of Jaemin.
“It’s fine, call it even for the incident with the banshee.”
“Agreed, ugh, my head’s doing cartwheels…”
“Cartwheels? I feel like mine is being churned,” Jaemin holds his head. Chenle and Jaemin lay next to each other for a moment, trying to stop their spinning heads when someone stood over them.
“Are we bothering you, gentlemen?”
“Ugh, these fuckers are here,” Jaemin covered his eyes with his arms. “Tell me when they’re gone, Apollo.”
“That’s kind of mean,” Mark frowns. Jaemin moves his hand.
“Mark’s not a bad person, actually, Tony. I feel bad because I encouraged him to join the Avengers when they asked, but the other guys saw it as a complete betrayal. But he’s loyal, he doesn’t hate us and we don’t hate him, or at least I don’t.”
“Oh look! The traitor!” He lazily points at him. “Do you know how much shit we’ve been through since you left?”
“All the dishes we’ve had to wash?”
“V won’t even let us take your room because she thinks you’re coming back! You dumb traitor, what happened to our friendship bracelets, Mark?! Huh?!”
“You guys, don’t call me that, come on! Look I’m still wearing it!” Mark whines.
“Go away! You left us for your cooler friends who can legally blow things up, go! Go have fun with them!” Chenle points an accusing finger towards the speedster.
“Just leave them there,” Mark whispers.
“We’re looking for Strange,” a deeper voice says.
“Oh my god, is that Wong Yukhei?” Jaemin asks, his blurred vision not helping him at all. “You know, Vendetta has a cardboard cutout of you, I think she talks to it sometimes,” he laughs, his words slightly slurred as a result of the head damage received when he fell on the hard floors in the first place.
“Flattered,” Yukhei responds.
“Wong Yukhei, decorated soldier from the order of war and the first in the super-soldier experiments. Actually not a bad guy, but feels the need to flex his bravado every now and then because of the team he’s on, and honestly, I kind of relate to that.”
“The hatless wizard is somewhere upstairs,” Chenle points up and lets his arm drop to his side. “We’d help, but you guys look like one big ugly walrus right now.” Jaemin starts cracking up and the two high five.
“Do we have to work with them?” Another voice snapped.
“Li Yongqin, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, Lee Youngheum, he has too many names to remember so people usually just call him Ten. He was a perfect student in the military academies, which I’m guessing where his nickname comes from. But he’s pretty impatient, rather ill-tempered from my experience."
“We don’t have a choice,” a more suave on this time.
“Ooh, Lee Taemin. He's an interesting one, Tony. We’re actually pretty close, or used to be at least. He’s very good at what he does, he has years of experience under his belt, but it’s pretty scary. He’s probably done his research by now, be careful, he knows you better than you know yourself. Don’t argue.”
“Gentlemen, let’s end this, we have clearance from the Seraph to exterminate the Followers,” a more powerful one.
“Oh, oh, Lee Taeyong! He’s great. I’ve seen him work a couple of times, I think he’s shot me in the head before. Don’t ask. I have a great deal of respect for him, but he’s kind of anti-social, not easy to get along with him, but I think it’s all miscommunication in the end. I think if we really got to know each other we’d hit it off, but otherwise, I think I’m just a person with a bounty on her head in his eyes.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jaemin pushed himself up, his eyes finally focusing. “Exterminate? Yeah, you guys do that, but let the Maverick leave first, we don’t want to get caught up in your deathmatch again,” Jaemin hits the side of his head a few times.
“Where’s the Vendetta?”
“Not here! She left because Reaper was being a little bitch!” Jaemin laughs again and Chenle joins him.
“We’re wasting our time here with these idiots,” another person says. Chenle squints his eyes to make out the figure.
“Now there’s Kim Jongin, he’s one of the people who started the Avengers project and got them all together. He’s an indispensable member, in my opinion. But when you’re in a team with that many star-studded members who are constantly in the public eye, it’s easy to get lost in the lights. But he knows how to keep things according to itinerary.”
“Who are you again?” He asks. “I thought the Avengers only had six members,” he stifles back a laugh.
“Dude that’s low!” Jaemin cackles. Mark swallows down a laugh when Taemin looks over at him, both of them trying to be respectful to their teammate.
“I know that’s why I said it!” Chenle hits his teammate’s arm and Jaemin winces, but the two continue in their little circus.
“Forget them, let’s just go,” Jongin. The team ascends the steps.
“Enter, the Avengers,” Baekhyun smiles.
“And finally there’s their leader. Byun Baekhyun— yes, he’s my older brother, no we don’t talk, and I don’t think he even knows I’m alive. He’s similar to you in some aspects, he pays for all of their shit. But he’s manipulative. He knows how to get into your head. Be careful with him.”
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Taste My Fears and Light Your Candle (To My Raging Fire) (Gottrosnali) - Writworm42
A/N: Mik has a dysphoria-inducing nightmare, and Denali and Rosé comfort him.
TW for deadnaming, misgendering, and body-related dysphoria, though these are relatively brief, they’re the “hurt” part of this hurt/comfort, so PLEASE take care of yourself and don’t read it if implied deadnaming, straight-up misgendering, and body issues trigger you.
The nightmares Mik has in this, as well as the things that make him feel better, are based on my own experiences. Transness is a million different experiences and narratives. There’s no universal experience, nor are there universal coping mechanisms. If a trans friend of yours struggles with these kinds of nightmares or anxieties, ask THEM what helps them best.
Title from Don’t Judge Me by Janelle Monae. Thank you thank you thank you Holtz for beta-ing, I love you so much <3
Something is wrong. Really, really fucking wrong.
Mik is walking down the hallway of…somewhere, he doesn’t actually know where. All he does know is that the hall is long, dimly lit, and even though the floors seem cold and concrete, his steps don’t make a sound as he travels, trying to find his way. There’s something on the walls, he can tell when he raises his fingertips to run them along the bumpy, scratched-over paint and they hit something protruding there, actually coming out pretty far.
Weird.
He stops in front of the spot he’s just felt over, turns to see if he can figure out what he’s just touched. Suddenly, the light in the hallway suddenly seems to turn up to one-hundred, making everything clear, and his heart drops straight to his feet.
A mirror. He’s staring at a mirror, but…
No. That’s not him. It’s not. It can’t be. His hair is too long, and his face is too round, and…
Holy shit. He brings shaking hands to his chest, trying to make sure he’s actually seeing what he’s seeing, that this is actually real.
Tits. He has tits.
No. He can’t. It’s impossible; he’s had surgery, he knows he has. They’re gone, they can’t have come back, they can’t—
What’s her name?
He freezes when he hears the whisper, a high voice that isn’t his. Can’t be his.
What’s her name?
It’s not talking about him, it can’t be. There’s no way.
Only then another voice, just as high, just as not-his answers with the one name he never wants to hear again, the one that makes bile rise in his throat and feels like a stake being driven through his heart.
No, no, that’s not him, they’re talking about someone else. They have to be. But then why is his hair long? Why is his face soft and his body curvy, and what the fuck is with his tits? And why are the voices getting louder and louder, she she she and that name, that Godforsaken name, over and over and over again—
“Kade! Kade! Kade, wake up! Kade!”
Mik rockets up in a cold sweat, trembling and gasping for breath. His head is spinning, and there’s still a whisper in his mind, remnants of his nightmare repeating words he doesn’t want to hear. With a jolt, he remembers what else he saw in his dream, and before he knows it, his hands are flying to his chest, touching around to make sure that it really was just a dream, that his tits actually are gone.
“What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”
Mik almost jumps at the voice beside him, followed by the realization that he’s got two hands on his shoulders and two more wrapped loosely around his waist, two pairs of eyes watching him with concern. Rosé and Denali.
Thank God.
“It’s…it’s nothing, guys, just a nightmare. It’s fine,” he shakes his head, but even as he says it, his voice quivers, because the fear hasn’t quite left him, not yet.
And his boyfriends must know it, because instead of letting it go, they hold him a little tighter, Rosé leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Was it one of those dreams again?” Denali prompts with a gentle voice, “The ones where….”
Mik doesn’t give him a chance to fill in the blank before dropping his head in his hands. “I don’t–I just… fuck . It’s stupid, I’m sorry, just…never mind.”
It’s just Rosé, and it’s just Denali, and it was just a dream. So why can’t he get a hold of himself?
Luckily, his two loves don’t seem to mind him being tongue-tied.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want, Kade.” Rosé trails a hand down Mik’s arm, takes a hand and squeezes it reassuringly.
While Mik is grateful for that grace, grateful for both his boyfriends’ intuition, he’s also frustrated, because it’s not that he doesn’t want to talk about it. It’s not. It’s just that…
How do you tell two cis dudes that you dreamed your tits grew back, when sometimes it seems like all they ever talk about is padding them on for drag? How do you tell them that even after years of being on T, your old voice still pops into your head from time to time, when they certainly don’t ever get intruded upon by the voices they had when they were ten years old? Or that your worst nightmares are over things that are so small to them, so insignificant, shit like having the wrong kind of jaw?
How do you tell them that the memory of who you were forced to be keeps trying to ruin the happiness of being who you are, when they can’t possibly know how that feels?
“It was the voices again,” he finally bites out. “The ones that say my deadname. And then there was this, like, mirror thing, only instead of me in it, there was– I was…”
Rosé catches him just as he slumps into the older man’s arms, biting down hard on his own lip as he tries to stop the hot tears in his eyes from spilling over. He feels a hand on his back, and fuck, he’s crying, he’s probably ruining Rosé’s t-shirt, but he can’t stop, not when the hand is rubbing up and down his back, over his shoulder, grounding him and calming him.
“It’s okay, Kade,” Denali whispers, continuing his path along Mik’s bare skin, “Let it out. That’s it, good boy. It’s okay. You’re okay, Kade. You’re okay.”
Maybe it’s the way Rosé holds him tight, as if they’re never going to let go, or maybe it’s how Denali repeats it over and over again; either way, in that moment, Mik chooses to try and believe him.
“Look at me, Kade. Look,” Rosé finally begins to pull apart from Mik, though he doesn’t completely let go, not quite; instead, he cups the younger man’s face, tilts his chin up to look him in the eyes. “No matter what your dreams say, nothing about you is going to change. Nothing is going backwards. You are who you are, and who you are is a beautiful, amazing man.”
“He’s right, Kade,” Denali cuts in, still rubbing against Mik’s back in that steady, gentle way he knows Mik loves. “Dreams are just dreams. Nothing is going to re-grow or undo itself.”
“And as for those voices,” Rosé warns, a sudden dark edge to his voice, “If anyone tries to call you the wrong name, or the wrong pronouns, trust and believe, baby, D and I’ll teach them a thing or two about respect.”
He follows his promise with a light kiss to the top of Mik’s head, one that Denali then adds onto with a kiss on the cheek, and he can’t help but smile, warmth replacing fear as his boyfriends continue to hold him, comfort him. It’s something that always works for him–a little bit of touch, a little bit of reassurance, hearing his name and that nothing about who he is today will ever be snatched away from him. Not while Rosé and Denali have something to say about it.
“Thanks, you guys,” he sighs out contentedly after a moment more, his heart rate finally settling as the last of the nightmare-fuelled adrenaline leaves his body. “I’m okay now, I think.”
“Good,” Denali and Rosé both say at the same time.
Neither of them make a move to let go of Mik, though, and quite frankly? Mik doesn’t really want to move, either. Instead, he just shifts down, leads the other men to lie down with him, still holding him tight and cuddling him softly.
“I love you guys so much,” he whispers as his eyes flutter closed again, eyelids suddenly heavy as the fatigue of being awake at 2 AM starts to overtake him. “Thank you.”
“No problem, baby boy.”
“We love you, too.”
He doesn’t respond again, only sighs and smiles before he settles back into sleep.
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I didn’t mean to fall in love with you
Chapter Eight.
Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)
Pairing: Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)
Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)
Rating: Anyone can read it, really
Tags: @dopeyouth @theymakemegayer @save-me-the-last-dance @poppysmc (If anyone want to be tagged in, just tell me)
This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)
If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so... i’m sorry fo the grammar errors
CHAPTERS
Chapter seven
ONE-SHOTS
Just a dance (Zoey x MC)
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When Poppy told that guy to send a pic of her and Farmsville kissing to The T, she wasn't trying anything but to declare a message, to make clear to everyone in Belvoire, especially to that Wonder Warden Wade of theirs, one little thing: Beck was hers now.
But no.
As usual, things with Beck were completely out of her control, whenever Poppy did zig, somehow Beck always managed to do zag. And this time "Zag" were lots of photos where Beck was hanging out, laughing and even hugging Zoey Wade. Sharing classes, walking side by side. Being together.
Students were talking, The T was speculating. That girl’s happy face making fun of her right from inside the photos and that stupid threat of hers didn’t. Leave. Her. Mind! That New Money was winning, and there it was just one person to blame: Beck Hughes.
So when she finally saw them in the hallway, she was decided to tear them down for good, hiding behind her reputation, behind a failed plan, when she knew deep down herself that she was mad for something else… Sometime hurtful…
But it all went down to shit when what she saw a few seconds later was Beck’s back hitting hard against the wall, and that stupid animal grabbing them by the clothes. For a moment, she completely forgot how to breathe, a loud gasp taking all the air in her lungs, and the pain and rage clutched her heart with such a lightning force and speed that Poppy couldn’t understand; all she knew was she couldn't stop looking at the scene, wanting so badly to be in the middle just to kick his balls so hard that they'll stop working forever. The strawberry blonde really tried to end the fight sooner, but that bunch of assholes that Belvoire had as students started to stand around as disgusting moths, hungry for a fight, so the last thing Poppy saw of the attack for a moment were Beck’s smile and then the pain written all over their face.
And that was it.
She could feel her blood boiling, something weird taking over her body. She was familiar to this feeling, the blonde felt it each time Farmsville proved to be a pain in her ass… but this one's was stronger, deeper, and incontrollable. Her nails were eager to meet Carleton's face until nobody could recognize him ever again. But when she finally got there it was Beck who was doing her job, smashing their fists against his face over and over, growling each time. A quick twist.
Naturally, that bastard was expelled latter that day, everyone totally noticed it because… well… she had her ways. And although it was one less problem without him, that didn’t make up for Beck’s rib.
Yes, she literally dragged them to the hospital to get that X-ray, what was that I'm-Tough-I'm-fine shit? Who were them? Rambo? Beck had that stupid frown through all the way, like a spoiled baby, but it didn't matter, because now everyone was sure that Beck didn't have a broken rib. They were fine.
“Told you.”
“I don't fucking care, Hughes. Now hold that tongue of yours, would you?” The silence she asked for only lasted two seconds.
“You know I told you.”
“Oh, my god. What are you, five?” she rolled her eyes quickly. “Why are you so mad about it anyways? Of course I needed to know if you were ok!”
“I told you I was fine!”
“You’re not a fucking doctor!” Neither of them giving a shit about the driver hearing the conversation. “You don't have anything to prove when it comes to your health!”
She said, why it was not basic information? Why was it something so hard to swallow?
“Poppy?” God, this one just won't stop, right?
“What now?” The blonde didn't even bother to look at them, focusing her attention to what was outside the window.
“You’re right.” Wait what? “I shouldn't be upset about it. After all... You were just taking care of me, so… Thank you.”
Poppy will never admit it to anyone… but that weird but honest and beautiful smile she received made her tremble a little~ bit. Just a little bit. It was kind of like seeing them for the very first time, discover them, a fraction of their very own core shown to her…
But anyways
Right after that, just right after all she did, after that fucking day Poppy hadn't heard a word from that bastard.
So all Belvoire may be asking themselves: what was doing the great, the beautiful, the one and only queen Poppy Min-Sinclair walking through the campus with a fruit tree in hands? Obviously not her hands, an employee's hands, but whatever. Same thing.
Well, the answer was simple: Nobody, and that’s nobody…, could ignore her. No one. Poppy can and do ignore people, but be ignored? Hell, no. She hadn't seen Beck in school neither, no text messages, no social media updates, nor shit, so she was going to pay them a visit, giving them something that surely will make them to never forget about her.
So yeah, a fruit tree. That was an acceptable get well gift, right?
Poppy knocked at Beck's place, waiting, of course, for a quick answer… and waiting, and waiting… and waiting.
“Ms. Min-Sinclair…” shyly spoke that man whoever he was. “Can I put the tree down for a second?”
“No.” Maybe if it were any other time the guy could do it, but not today. Today, when she was going to deliver it personally. Today, when she was giving one of the very few gifts meant from her kind spot. Today, when she was getting angrier and angrier because she hated to wait.
She knocked again. Harder this time, but the results were just the same. And that's when something weird started to happen. Yes, she was still angry, but a stitch-like feeling started to grow inside her. She knew for a fact that Beck was in there, the doctor was clear: They needed to rest and there it was no absolutely way Zoey would let them do anything else. So they had to be there.
“Maybe they're taking a nap or something. Nothing weird, right?” She thought while her eyes wandered through the hall, searching for some magic and very hidden way to get inside the dorm. Because maybe… maybe… they weren’t sleeping.
“No. They’re fine! They’re just doing something stupid like playing the ukulele or whatever musicians do.” Her mind chuckled a little, if she could joke about it, then there it was nothing bad going on… But it didn't work quite well. She was starting to feel preoccupied.
“Er… excuse me?” Poppy turned, a deadly, cold, scary glare piercing that poor bastard's self so hard as the blonde knew she was capable of, making him tremble. It would've been funny if it wasn't for the situation.
“You have exactly two seconds to tell me why anything you have to say is relevant or I'll fire you. Starting now.”
“There’s some guy behind that corner watching us for quite a while now.” The employee said, the strawberry blonde followed the man's sight direction, what kind of creep were stalking them? Seriously, fucking weirdo.
To her fortune in at least this case, Poppy recognized that nerdy, greasy hair guy above a pair of glasses and a suspicious look behind them. Ew, Benji What’s-his-name. Well… desperate times call for desperate measures…
“Hey you!” Poppy called him as demanding as only someone like her could be. “Come closer.”
“W-why?” He asked, reserved.
“Because you’re last place and I basically command you. So stop talking and get your pimpled ass over here.” The guy walked towards them, looking hurt, angry maybe, but who cares? It wasn't her fault he was a looser that nobody cared about. Eat or be eaten, there’s people in this world with the potential to be a force of nature, and there it was people like Benji as well. They’re just there to be used. “I need you to open this door for me. ASAP.”
“What?! But that's against the dorm's ru…!”
“Excuse me, do I look like I care?” Poppy was pretty close to lose her patience completely, but she managed to behave a little, after all he was right. If they get caught, most likely the problems would arrive sooner than later. “Just do it and you're free to leave. Nobody’s gonna know.”
“God, they’re gonna know…” he whispered, playing with his own fingers, making then crack. “But let’s make this quick, ok?”
“That is so what I actually asked you to do, you dumbass.”
Benji looked around like if he was about to rob a bank or something, Poppy rolled her eyes at this, tapping her foot to try and give him pressure to do the job in that instant; the only “big move” he did was swiping his master key on the door, then nudged it open with his foot.
“See? It wasn’t that hard, wasn’t it?” Poppy said, not even looking at Benji. “Now disappear before someone see us talking.”
The strawberry blonde didn't even know if Benji did go away or not, she just went straight into Beck's bedroom, opening the door of the first room she saw.
Bingo.
Beck was sitting on their bed, their laptop over their lap; a pair of big, black professional headphones covering their ears and little Fran--- Pepes comfortably sleeping, snugging next to Beck’s feet. When they saw her, their eyes went wide, taking off the headphones completely surprised and confused, a what's going on written all over their face, especially when the employee came along with her gift.
“Poppy? What the…? How the hell did you…?”
“Shht.” She didn't let them finish, chuckled a little of the incredulous expression they had. The reality was that, now that she knew Beck was ok…, she was… weirdly relieved… and pissed, but that's something she could deal with latter. “I want you to place the tree over there… next to the window… perfect! That would be all. You're no longer required.”
The employee left the room almost immediately, the sound of the principal door closing was the only indication that both of them were completely alone.
“Well… are you going to tell me now what are you doing here or not?” Beck spoke.
“I was just passing by and suddenly I wanted to come. Why? Is there a problem?”
“And what's with the tree?”
“It’s a get-well gift from yours truly.” Poppy shooted a playful wink, receiving a flicker of their eyes, disbelieving.
“A tree?”
“It’s a fruit tree.”
“Right…” Beck said, sarcastic painting their voice as they put their headphones around their neck, placing their attention on the screen once again. Like… hello? Poppy was right there!
“I was knocking for a long time out there. Where are your manners? Did you leave them in the farm?” She joked trying to make them mad, while petting Pepes softly, who kept sleeping as if nothing happened right after opening one eye and closing it again.
“No, sorry. I didn’t hear you… How did you get in?”
“I have my ways.”
“Gosh, that’s so messed up…” Beck murmured, their gaze still on the laptop.
“Seriously? That’s it?”
Feeling like a fool, Poppy clenched her teeth. She was waiting for Beck to do something, to look at her again, to ask her to leave, anything! But no, they kept tapping and clicking while biting the insides of their cheeks.
“Jesus, Hughes!” tired, Poppy walked towards them and took drastically their notebook away...
“Hey!”
… and replaced it with herself, sitting over Beck’s lap trying not to hurt their rib. They were warm, pajamas still on, messy hair and even though the bed was made, you could tell they hadn’t gotten up from there in a while.
“Give me that back…” The determination was in their eyes, but Poppy knew better. She knew for a fact they didn’t want her to obey. Their hands around her waist, the whisper in which they were talking and that dork yet attractive smile on their lips were telling otherwise.
“No.” She said. “I came all~ the way here just to see you. The least thing you could do is give your full attention to me.” Poppy demanded.
“I thought you were just passing by.” Beck said, a mocking grin lighting up their face.
“Just shut up already.” She said, causing them to laugh a little.
“Make me.”
Oh… that’s new.
But she was happy to oblige, so she kissed them. A spicy, hot kiss where her lips and her tongue played with theirs, trying to take control, to make them forget about the whole world, their own name, and focus on her taste, her touch on their neck, her fingers caressing their skin, traveling down, discovering Beck’s clavicles… but it was hard, because she wasn’t the only one trying to take over the other one… Beck was doing it so as well, so how could Poppy concentrate if she could feel the warm moves of the tip of their fingers tracing an intense map on her back, that she could almost feel as if it was on her bare skin? How can she prove herself superior when Beck’s slow bites in her mouth, savoring her, burned so good?
“How are you feeling, Tushi-face?” Poppy murmured, ending the moment just before she completely loses control. This was still a plan, and the blonde always had to be the one who they can’t live without. She needed them to be hopelessly devoted to her to make it work, not the other way around. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“Nor a little bit.” Beck took a deep breath, regaining their lost air. But there it was: that lamb face. “I was just trying to pick a good song for an audition.”
“Audition? To what?”
“A metal band. You know, some… stuff.” Poppy frowned, why would them wanted to be on a band? Beck had recognition on their own, fans all over Belvoire and, she can surely bet, even New York. Beck didn’t need anyone else, that’s why she had choose him. Because she knew the potential they had alone. Together… they both would be the power couple of the entire school… and, with her guidance, even more than that.
“Why would you do that?” Poppy asked. Beck responded with a shrug.
“I don’t know. Sounds fun. Besides, there is going to be a battle of bands and I want so badly to show them who's the boss...”
That’s when Poppy saw it for the very first time. The spark on their eyes made of ambition, confidence… arrogance.
“I see…”
All this time, she thought Beck was one of those people that just were going with the flow. A diamond in the rough who couldn't see its real potential… But she was wrong all along… There were more on Beck than they show, and she just figured it out a little more. The music was the answer all this time. She should've seen it before.
“Uhm… Ok. Just pick a song that reminds you of me.” Beck cracked a chuckle, letting their mind wandering thought their music repertoire.
“Oh, I think I have one.” They suddenly said with a playful grin on their face. “I’m sour candy … so sweet then I get a little angry, yeah… Sour candy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…”
“Seriously, Hughes? Blackpink?” They didn't care, they even closed their eyes and kept on singing, dancing their arms in a funny, annoying way.
“I'm super psycho, make you crazy when I turn the lights low… sour candy… yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…”
That was it. Two can play the game just fine.
“Ask me to be nice and then I’ll do it extra mean… tteutbakke pyojeong hanae neon danghwanghagetji...” Poppy sang suddenly, surprising Beck so hard that she couldn’t help but laugh a lot because of their face. “Oh, honey… let me close that for you.” The strawberry blonde used her hand to gentle taking their jaw up. God, how can they be so cute while being dumb?
“You speak Korean?!”
“What kinda question is that? Do you actually know what the Min on Min-Sinclair means?”
“I-I mean, yeah. I just didn't want to assume… what does it mean? That thing you sang?” The blonde raised an eyebrow.
“I thought you knew.” Beck shook his head, that surprised look still into their eyes, but now had a taste of interest and wonder… A chance that she didn't miss. “Well… it actually means this…” Slowly, like a panther hunting her prey, Poppy reach out for Beck's neck, pouring out sweet but dangerous kisses over their skin… Oh, their reactions… Beck sigh, shaking a little, their body was tense, but slowly begun to relax, enjoying the attentions.
Both of their hands started to touch Poppy's body, eager, needy, intensely. Beck's caressed burned more and more over her body to the point where the blonde couldn't take it anymore. She needed them to take her clothes off…
Beck kissed her lips hungrily, tasting her as if they were starving, gripping her hips while doing so. She grinded down on them, stealing a gasp from their lips in between the kisses, driving her mad. Poppy needed to touch them, to feel them, so she put her hands under their shirt, enjoying the burning skin of their actually hard abs… touching careful and slowly up, and up…
“No, Poppy, wait…” Beck suddenly said, nervous and sounding a little scared. Confused as fuck, Poppy moved a little away, shooting them a question-mark-look. What happened? She wanted so badly to ask, but the stupid door opened abruptly, an annoying voice right behind it.
“Beck, I'm home! I got you some soup…”
Zoey was literally in the house. The stupid look on her face when she realized what was happening make Poppy really angry.
“Fuck you, Wade. Don't you see we're in the middle of something?” Something clicked inside the girl, because her astonished expression chance in one second to an indignant one just before slapping the door.
“Shit…”
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Heyyy bestieeee! I saw you opened up match-ups for other fandoms and I could not resist like.......P L E A S E! So could I possibly have a Twilight and a Marvel match-up pleeeaasee? Also i'd be happy to give you a match-up for those too since your doing some for me! Anyways tysm in advance and as always I hope you wonderful day/night!!! :D
Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising
Personality Type: ENTP
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)
I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.
Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. Sometimes in the middle of the night you can find me just staring at a wall or something because I can't go to sleep.....I have trouble sleeping.....
Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.
Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.
For twilight I pair you with.....
Paul Lahote
I feel like both of you would have a chaotic fun time. I feel like Paul is the Himbo of the Wolf pack. He would 100% take you on a ride through the forest on his back while he's a wolf. The man would absolutely make fun of your height though. I feel like that's a constant with Paul is he makes jokes with people he likes and will absolutely rip people he doesn't like apart with words. He can and will argue with a Karen in a parking lot for you. Cook for him he will love you for life. Be besties with Leah, you guys would be a power duo on the kitchen.
For marvel I match you with......
Loki or Wade Wilson (and Bestie Wanda since you are questioning 💖)
Loki is the god of mischief but also I feel like you would center him huge ass ego. He is 100% scared of you getting hurt and will do anything to keep you safe. He will 100% take you to the beach, as long as you are happy he is happy. He likes to pamper you and likes to make illusions of rain for you so you can experience it when ever you want.
Wade Wilson/ Deadpool would be like Paul in the sense of chaos. The man however brings danger your way a L O T. He loves your taste in music but will tease you over it. He also teases you about spiders. If you scream about a spider and point he will also scream and point and freak out before laughing and dealing with it. The man means well though. He will take you to actual pools for you to swim, like professionally in if you want. He will absolutely cheer you on from the side lines.
Bestie Wanda appreciates you a lot since she feels likes she loses everyone close to her. She can and will manipulate things at will for you so that you are happy. She can and will use her powers to do things around the house so you don't have to stress about cleaning. Bestie Wanda will risk life and limb for your safety.
Sorry that the marvel ones are a bit short (I've only seen a few movies (for each of the avengers and a few avengers movies as well as deadpool (which now that I think of it he would have made a really good match too... 👀) (enough to know about the characters personalities :3) also I will 100 be hitting you up for match ups tomorrow, so keep an eye out 👀👀 ily bestie!!
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A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 1 – Advantage
WORDS: 1601
WARNINGS: violence, swearing
PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}
DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.
Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless and are using they/their pronouns. I hope I'm using it correctly. Don't want to insult anybody.
This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you two touch.
This is multi-chapter story. 1/19
Gif from here
Divider by @rainbowkisses31
Moi and Rai were best at their job. They were taking care of human being´s souls. Making sure everyone will meet their soulmates sooner or later. You see, it´s not easy work. Especially when you have younger sibling. Parca were exact opposite of his relatives. While Moi were warm, dressed in brown-red-orange-yellow clothing and Rai, cold in purple-blue-green-pink attire, Parca were like a shadow. Black-white-grey-silver outfit matching their neutral, mischievous personality. As the youngest, Parca were causing a lot of problems, making eternity harder for Moi and Rai.
„Hear, hear my dear fellow immortal!” Parca were dancing around big hall where Rai were checking on their broken souls, looking for suitable candidate for today. „What do you want Parca?” „Oh, don’t be grumpy. I have news for you and our precious Moi.” „They are next door. You know we have counting at this hour. Don’t you have as well?” „All done. But there is something our boss want you and Moi to do. As priority.” „I'm sure it can wait.” „Um-mm, nope.” Parca grin as Rai frown. Then bright light appears and with that Moi too. „What's so urgent?” Parca gave them gloving rolled up parchment. When Rai open it, Moi gasp. „Finally! He was bugging me since 1937!” „There is one problem tho dear Moi. Look.” They read written words loud. „James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y//L/N. Shite.” „Moi, language!” „Details. Now lets work. Those two will be a tough nut.”
And since that day their plan set in motion.
You absolutely hated Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he was annoying little shit, always thinking he's better than you in everything. It was partly true, but he doesn’t need to know, right?
You just came to kitchen for breakfast when wall of muscles stopped you. „Look where you going dipshit!” Bucky smirked at you. „Someone woke up in bad mood?” he teased. „Shut up.” you hissed and opened upper cabinet only to find it empty of your favourite cereals. „Borky! Where is my food?” You turned around, but he was gone. With sight you took cereals from Wanda´s shelf. She will forgive you.
Morning shower was very relaxing. You almost forgot about Bucky. Until loud alarm went off and you dropped your shampoo as you jumped. „Damn it Rogers.” you cursed, quickly dried yourself and ran into your room for clothes when bucket full of glitters fell on you, leaving you startled. You couldn’t take another shower and had to change before Steve would come looking for you. Shaking glitters from yourself, best as you could, you put t-shirt and shorts on and hurried to meeting room. Everyone else was there.
„What happened to you?” Sam asked. Bucky was visibly holding back from laughing. „I had fight with my hobby cabinet. What do you think happened? This motherfucker prepared trap on me!” you sassed and gave Bucky middle finger. „That's enough! Y/N, sit down. We have emergency mission. Source said there is hidden Hydra facility in Atlanta. We don’t have building plans, but source said there are weapons and maybe a lab as well. Our tactic is go in, capture those peasants and destroy it.” Tony lifted his hand. „Yes Tony?” „Maybe we can take some guns for studies. And lab tech. You know, to better understand our enemies what are they doing.” Steve sighted. „Fine Tony. You can have one or two of their weapons. Banner and Dr. Cho will have lab stuff. Sam, Bucky, Y/N - suit up. Departure in 15 minutes.” You were leaving when Steve stopped you and Bucky. „Buck you have something to say to Y/N?” „Sorry.” he rolled his eyes. „Help her vacuum the floor. Quickly. And don’t try anything during mission. Both of you. Understood?” „Yes.” you said at the same time. „Great. Dismiss.”
„Ok, Mr. And Mrs. Grumpy. We´ll fly for an hour. Try not to kill each other.” Sam said from pilot seat. You took out your book and started reading. It was quiet for few minutes. Then you heard loud chewing and bubble bursting. Bucky smirked at you when you looked at him. You went back to your book and tried to ignore him. That worked for 10 minutes. „For fuck sake! Stop it!” you shouted. „What is it now?” Sam was tired of your fights. „He's chewing like an animal!” „Oh c'mon Buck. You can´t stop it for one flight?” „I´ll try.” Sam went back to cockpit and you put headphones on. To yours and Sam misfortune Bucky had yet another idea how to make you unhappy. His music was much louder than yours and his beaming smile was enough for you to throw your patience out of window. „Sam! I´m gonna to pilot and you sit here with this idiot.” If it meant to stop your fighting and have nice flight, Sam did it with no problem. Parca were pleased with themselves, little smug smile on face. They had so much fun. Rai and Moi were shaking their heads in cockpit.
„Why you have to do all those things to her Buck?” his friend asked. „It´s fun! She's like small child when she's angry. All red and death stares in one minute and second later she bakes chocolate cake for whole team.” „We all know you love her cake. But you really should try to restrict your pranks. I don’t want her to leave because of it.” „Nah, she's tough.” „As your captain I have to insist.” „Damn Bird brain, when did you turn into such strict man?” „On this mission. Wanna play cards?” „Sure.”
„We will land in five minutes. I sent Redwing already. He shot guards on the roof. There are 30 subjects in, garage full of cars and weapons.” „No lab?” „Maybe underground. Think Y/N, geez.” „Stop that. We have work to do.” With that Sam walked out. „After you.” Bucky mockingly bowed. „I hate you.” you said and followed your captain.
You prepared your gun and ran next to the wall, Bucky right behind. You looked from around the corner. „There is big concrete field. We have to run across it.” „That's stupid idea. They will see us right away.” „Then come up with better plan Mr. I-know-everything.” „I will. Let me think.” „Don’t hurt yourself.” „If you would shut up, you would know you have to find other way. There are mines under that concrete.” Sam said into our comms. „You almost got us killed! Are you brainless?” Bucky looked at you with disappointment. „I didn’t know there are mines!” He was silent, only moved his head for me to follow him. „Sam, is roof still clear?” „Yop.” „Can you get us there?” Metal wire appeared next to you and you took it. „Hold tight Y/N.” You knew what will come, but it was still weird how small thing like Redwing could lift you and fly. „Amateur.” Bucky scoffed and jumped on the roof with ease. „Show off.” you sneered when you landed next to him. „At least I have something to show.” Suddenly you felt small sting in shoulder. „Ouch, what the fuck? Were we drugged or what?” „No. Only little electric shock because you are not doing your work. Move your asses.” „Yes Cap.”
You ran across roof, then jumped on main building and hopped down on the ground. „Should we knock?” „Don’t be funny. I found you way in. There are back door on your right.” You moved there. „Stay behind me.” Bucky said and opened the door. You walked in and right away gunfire started. Bucky was effective as shield while you both tried to defence yourself.
Unbeknownst to you, there were Parca sitting on the car, laughing. Moi and Rai were there too. And thanks to their intervention you disarm almost all men inside the garage. Those who tried to run fell into Sam's trap. Moi moved destroyed cars and dead bodies for you to see secret door to laboratory.
You opened it and had to move from flying glowing ball. „Bucky, look out!” you screamed but it was too late. It hit him and his eyes rolled up as he fell down. Parca were very happy with their work. Moi and Rai not at all. You shot few guards and captured lab doctors. „Sam! Get Bucky out.” „Working on it.” You walked back into garage and found Bucky on the floor, panting. „You all right?” „Yeah.” „Take them. I´m going to check other buildings.” He nodded and even when he was shaking a bit doctors looked afraid of him.
„All clear. Gonna prepare some boxes for you Sam.” It took around 30 minutes and once you were done and safe in quinjet he blew up the facility. You turned to Bucky. „How are you feeling?” „Like I got hit by lighting ball.” „Ha, ha. Now for real.” „Fine. But my arm isn't working how it should.” „Let me see.” You started carefully repairing it and he was watching you all the time. Moi and Rai smiled at each other. Then Parca moved your hand wrong direction and Bucky yelped in pain. „Sorry! I´m so sorry!” „It´s ok. At least touch sensor is working.” You laughed in relief and continued your work.
„Good job. Were there any problems?” Steve asked when you landed. „Just Bucky´s hand. He went to medical bay already. Y/N took amazing advantage of situation and secured laboratory and all buildings” „Good. We will sort things out from here. You go and rest. See you tomorrow.”
You said your farewell to Sam and closed door of your personal paradise called your room.
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One Monstrous Miracle (Part Five)
Okay. So. This one got away from me. It got unexpectedly dark, and I’m not sure how I feel about that but I’m going to post it and move on with the story. I am not a happy author about this chapter, for many reasons. Nevertheless, I love each and everyone of you and I hope you find it within you to enjoy this <3 (Pst! If you’d rather read on Ao3, here ya go!)
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Pairing: Aziraphale/Human!Reader
Summary: Michael takes some initiative. So does Sandalphon. Uriel is basically the emotional support nerd ig. Aziraphale has a nightmare. Reader does NOT have a good time.
Warnings: Okay listen closely. I have written a non-graphic description of a kidnapping, and subsequently a heavily-implied violence segment. I might be overstating or understating (please tell me if I am understating!), but I just want to keep you lovelies safe.
ALSO: This is NOT a warning, but while you’re here I might as well tell you that I have used they/them pronouns for Michael, and it/its pronouns for Sandalphon (from the script).
Word Count: 2730
(@gif, shits going down)
Michael was not stupid. They were not dimwitted, or blinded by heavenly goodness, or any of the things that they could very easily accuse their fellow celestial beings of…being. They had been paying the Angel Aziraphale very close attention these past millennia, and they had seen exactly what they had expected; the Angel had gone native. Worse than that, he had gone native and he was fraternizing with the enemy. THE enemy. El Numero Uno. The Demon Crowley.
Because Michael was none of the things mentioned above, they had quite a bit of room to be some other things, like cunning, vigilant, and good at waiting for just the right moment. They didn’t bring the aforementioned knowledge to Gabriel’s attention straight away for the sake of…strategy. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that the Archangel-Fucking-Gabriel wasn’t the only gosh darned Archangel around (and that’s with a capital ‘A’, thank you very much), and so there really was no pressing need for Michael to give the information in the first place, now that they thought about it. They could investigate on their own, build up a solid case, and then work from there. Maybe get some respect around the elitist promotion trap that was their Heavenly home. If only.
Michael enlisted Uriel, knowing that she would be invaluable when looking for documents or anything paper related. She had the memory for things exactly like that. Michael brought Sandalphon precisely because they knew that Aziraphale was still terrified of it after what happened at Sodom and Gomorrah. Together, they monitored Aziraphale’s every move—although the angel had somehow devised a way to keep the group from ever being able to overhear any of his traitorous conversations with the hated Crowley, they weren’t deterred in the slightest bit. They could follow the pair, take pictures, perhaps the odd selfie when the mood hit. Michael was building their case against Aziraphale, and it was only a matter of time.
Armageddon threw everything into quite a pretty mess, now didn’t it? Aziraphale was openly discussing his meetings with his “wily adversary”, reporting on the current status and whereabouts of the Antichrist (Warlock. What a revolting name). Things were starting to get fun for the first time in about a hundred years, and Michael simply didn’t have the time for their surveillance missions anymore. Not to mention that Gabriel was demanding that they all stay together as often as possible, which was a nightmare in and of itself. Michael was rather looking forward to the end of the world, not for the gargantuan blood bath that would ensue, as most of their angelic associates where no doubt panting for, but for the endless peace that comes after a job well done.
One day, when the Antichrist (still Warlock, despite Michael’s very best efforts) was 10, nearly 11, Michael noticed something very strange about the familiar bookshop that they and the rest of the group had been watching for the last couple of centuries. There was a woman, well-dressed (Michael assumed. Angels, proper Angels, that is, Aziraphale not included, have no real sense of human fashion), practically cantering down the pavement, apparently towards Aziraphale’s shop. “No, that can’t be right,” Michael thought to themselves. Although, thinking back, that woman did look strikingly familiar. So familiar, in fact, that—
“Uriel! Take a look at this.” Michael had rolled her rolly chair away from her workstation and towards the cubicle to the right of hers. Uriel popped her head around the weird, cloth divider separating their “offices” with a curious expression.
“Yes, Michael? What is it?” The other angel asked from her rolly chair. Michael gestured that she should roll her rolly chair into Michael’s cubicle.
“I’ve found something strange in the Eden files, take a look at it.” The Eden files was their special code name for anything pertaining to Aziraphale that was not, strictly, on the books. This strange something happened to be a livestream of the street where Aziraphale lived. The woman was getting closer to the shop, although not quite close enough to tell if that was, indeed, where she was going. Michael pointed the woman out to Uriel.
“Now. She looks awfully familiar to me.” Michael’s gaze drifted from their finger to Uriel sitting beside them. Uriel had her thinking face on, which could mean one of a million different things and by this point in their long, coworker relationship, Michael had learned to just let her think. Uriel frowned slightly, moved closer to the screen, tapped a single key on the keyboard in front of them on Michael’s desk, and rewound the feed. She paused it. Zoomed in. Michael wondered why it was so difficult for the Management to install some touchscreens on the ground floor, at least for the Archangels and Possibly a few of the Principalities. They’d seen inside of Gabriel’s office (Yes! A whole, bloody corner office with glass windows instead of walls so that he can survey the worker bees in their nest and not one but TWO whole touchscreens!), after all. Uriel snapped her fingers in front of Michael’s face.
“Michael? Were you listening?” Michael, as you know, had not been listening. At all.
“Of course, Uriel. What was that last bit, again?” Uriel sighed and pointed at the woman zeroed in on.
“She visits the shop almost every day. She might be important.” Michael leaned forward in their rolly chair, squinting at the grainy image despite the fact that every angel had perfect 100/100 eyesight. They hummed.
“Yes. I quite agree. Sandalphon?” They called out the name of the coworker whose cubicle stood on the left side of theirs. They heard the familiar sound of the rolly chair growing nearer until Sandalphon sat beside the two other angels. Michael pointed to the woman on the screen.
“Let’s keep an eye on her.” They all watched as Uriel unpaused and the woman entered the shop.
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They did not have to wait long for the woman to make another move. Only a few hours later, she was hurrying out of the doors, clutching onto her purse and…crying?
“He doesn’t hold on to them long, does he?” Sandalphon remarked, rubbing its forefinger across its teeth diamonds. Uriel giggled but sobered when Michael glared at her. This was not the time for making jokes. That woman was certainly a human woman, there was no doubt about that. Why was she spending so much time around Aziraphale? Why had she run sobbing from his shop? Was this like that holiday Aziraphale took with Alexander the Great? Michael very dearly hoped not—Aziraphale had positively ruined that poor boy.
“Keep your focus on that woman. We need to learn more about her.”
The kept the feed trained on her as she made her way home. She didn’t live too far from Aziraphale’s shop. But just far enough that walking was just slightly out of her way. Uriel, the more softhearted of the bunch of angels huddled around the screen, wondered whether they should miracle her a taxicab, but she was quickly shut down.
“What, and give ourselves away? Gabriel would have our halos!” Michael exclaimed, shifting in their chair. Once the woman was in the door, Michael cut the feed, gaining the attention of the others. They cleared their throat.
“Ahem. So. Not only has Aziraphale been seen consistently in the presence of known Demon Crowley, but he also appears to have developed some sort of relationship with a…mortal woman. Once again, Aziraphale proves that he does not have the strength required to walk among them. Instead, he cavorts with them, befriends them—”
“Runs a bookshop,” Sandalphon growled helpfully. Michael nodded appreciatively.
“—and runs a bookshop. Clearly, he is no longer fit for his position.”
“That’s all well and good, Michael, but he can’t be removed from said position. Only the Almighty can deal with that level of personnel change.” Uriel reminded them calmly. Michael sighed deeply.
“I know that. We all know that. The only problem is something must be done about it. Aziraphale can no longer be allowed to continue this way. It’s heinous.” All the angels nodded their head in mutual agreement. They all tried to think of something they could do, but nothing seemed to jump out at anyone. It stayed like this for a few long moments before suddenly, Sandalphon gasped loudly, startling the other two.
“I know!” it said. “The girl. She’s important to him, right?” Uriel scoffed.
“She did just run from his shop in tears, Sandalphon, did you miss that part?” It was unfazed by Uriel’s goading.
“Exactly. It’s Aziraphale! He’s so soft, he’ll go groveling for her forgiveness within a fortnight. And when he does…”
“They’ll make up with each other. Where are you going with this?” Michael interjected impatiently, not in the mood for idle chatter. Sandalphon grinned, its teeth glinting in the Holy light.
“We kidnap her. Get us in Gabriel’s good books, get some information, and, of course, to scare powe ickle bitty Aziwaphawe. Perfect plan.”
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It was not, as it happens, the Perfect Plan. However, credit is due where credit is due, and that credit goes to Sandalphon for thinking of a Nearly-Perfect Plan. It would have been the Perfect Plan had Aziraphale and that blasted woman not been so stubborn and stayed apart for so long. The days until the Antichrist’s birthday were slowly running out, and the time during which the angels could execute said plan was drawing thin. Thankfully, the two made up just in the nick of time, so it had worked out in the end.
The trio had made the trip to Crowley’s flat, knowing that they would find Aziraphale there. Aziraphale had been flustered, but his story about checking about in the demon’s abode appeared to check out. Michael refused to take their eyes off of him the entire time. After they miracled away, they appeared in an alleyway not far from the woman’s home, and on her usual route. Michael had decided, because Michael was a little bit of an ass at times, to make the mystery just a smudge more difficult by abducting the woman outside of the home BUT simultaneously leaving a single, white wing feather on the floor of her locked flat. It really was quite devious for such a pure-hearted creature. Hmm.
The kidnapping went swimmingly. Uriel snuck up behind the woman, Sandalphon had thrown the bag over her head, and once everything was settled (or as settled as can be with a kicking and struggling woman in tow), Michael miracle them into a top-secret location. I’m afraid that I, as the author, am not at liberty to disclose the location of the following events, because of course I’d have to kill you afterwards, and I’d rather not do that.
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Angels do not have dreams. Angels cause dreams in other people, they take away dreams from other people, and they may, upon occasion, serve as conduits for messages from the Almighty, which often appear to other people as dreams. But Angels themselves do not dream. Except for Aziraphale, evidently, whose subconscious had decided to do away with the natural order of things to just…you know…spice it up a little. Aziraphale frowned deeply in his sleep and rolled over, sniffling.
He was in a corridor. There were no lights, only a faint glow that seemed to come from nowhere at all. There was one door, ahead of him, but the rest of the corridor was bare, empty grey concrete. He began to move towards the door, but the corridor seemed to get longer the closer he got, until he was nearly running, trying to make some progress down the hall but never moving one inch.
The scene changed, the corridor erupting into grey and black smoke that smelt faintly of saltwater taffy. The scene reconstructed itself as a square room lit with an old-fashioned lightbulb swinging slowly back and forth from the ceiling. There was a figure shivering on a metal chair in the center of the room, hands tied behind their back and a sack over their head. Aziraphale heard whimpering from the figure and made to rush over to help them but he found that his feet were rooted to the ground, as though someone had glued them straight to the floor. Aziraphale looked up from his shoes and gasped.
Surrounding the figure were Michael, Uriel, and Sandalphon. Michael stood directly in front of the figure, bending over slightly. Sandalphon stood directly behind the figure, fingers grasping at the sack. Uriel stood apart from them both, in the corner opposite to Aziraphale. Michael made a motion at Sandalphon and it yanked the sack off of the person’s head to reveal—
Y/N. Eyes red from crying, hair a mess, makeup smudged and beyond repair. Aziraphale felt his heart stop beating. What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of joke? A voice, nagging at the edge of his consciousness told him that no, it was not a joke. Aziraphale struggled against whatever was holding his feet down with renewed vigor. He stopped when he heard your voice, hoarse and trembling. It broke him to hear you like that.
“W-who are you? What do you w-want from me?” You coughed, and Aziraphale felt a miracle dance along the tip of his fingers. He would make you well again, he would heal whatever has happened to you. You continued. “I have m-money if that’s it! It’s n-not m-m-much but—”
“Silly girl, we don’t want your money.” Came Sandalphon’s voice.
“Mmm, that’s right.” Michael responded. They leaned in closer to you, and you sank deeper into the chair to escape them. “What we want is information.”
“Wh-What? What information? I don’t- “
“What do you know of the Angel Aziraphale?” Azriaphale’s blood went cold. He had been so close to telling you himself! After all of the Armageddon mess was straightened out, he had promised himself, he would march right up to you and tell you the truth. But not now! Not when he couldn’t be there to explain, when you were hurting, being hurt, tied up like some criminal. A noise horribly like a snarl erupted from Aziraphale’s throat, startling him. Was he truly invisible in this room? After a couple of seconds of pure terror, Aziraphale’s pulse began to slow and he realized that this was most likely a vision dream, a message from someone showing him something that was either already happening, or about to happen. He prayed to anyone who would listen that it was neither of those two options.
“I swear I don’t know!” The sound of your terrified voice brought him back. Sandalphon laughed its ugly laugh and Michael chuckled.
“Should we really be doing this, Michael?” Uriel inquired softly from her spot in the corner. Aziraphale was sure he was just projecting his terror onto her, but he thought he could almost see a hint of concern in her deep black eyes. Michael just shook their head.
“It’s not as though she’ll have very long to remember it, will she?” At this, your body seized in horror, eyes open wide in shock. Fresh tears were streaming down your cheeks. Aziraphale wanted to burn this room to the ground.
“Are…are you going to kill me?” you whispered through your crying. Aziraphale held his breath to listen for the answer:
“Oh, dear me, of course not. Do you know how much paperwork that would be? Oh no. Definitely not killing you. As long as you give us the information we need.” Came Michael’s reply.
Aziraphale felt that old rage bubble up inside him, and his sword hand itched, as though the missing sword were a missing limb instead. He took a deep breath and clenched his hands into fists. He would not debase himself in such an appalling manner. He had grown since those days, and he would not be brought to his knees by a dream.
“I told you, I don’t know anything!” you pleaded desperately. The room was beginning to fade away, smoke swirling at the edges, illuminated by the swinging bulb. Aziraphale cried out, reaching out for you only to be met with empty air.
“Oh, we’ll see about that, now, won’t we?”
The last thing Aziraphale heard before waking was the sound of Michael’s laughter.
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maniacal // k. bakugou; vampire
gender in this imagine will be female. if you wish for me to create this with male or genderneutral pronouns please feel free to send a message my way! i would be happy to help!
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after gaining your independence, your first idea was to move away from the big city your family lived, preferring a smaller, more rural area to reside. but, what you hadn’t expected were the strange whispers of after dark. you didn’t really know what to make of it. you were used to big city life, where businesses stayed open late and buses still ran well into the evening. and compared to your new residence, you actually missed it.
no one ever left their homes after the sun went down; it may as well have been a law. rumours held stories of ravenous and savage beasts that would hunt down anyone they found, of insatiable and uncontrollable fiends that would rip someone to pieces under the cover of darkness. at least, that was what you’d been told.
the makeshift law hadn’t stopped you, though.
the full moon was high in the sky, illuminating the streets as you took your time getting back to your apartment. there was a bitter chill to the air with the fall weather coming in, and you wished you’d brought along a spare coat; though, the sweater you wore did provide some warmth, so you couldn’t complain too much.
you bopped your head to the music coming from your headphones. you weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings--after all, no one left their house at night, there wasn’t anyone to bump into or a car to fear getting hit by. it was peaceful, in your mind, as though time didn’t exist, and you were just wandering around a ghost town with no place to be or people to see. after dark, the town was yours.
but, despite the peacefulness you felt, there was an eerie chill in the air, as though eyes were following your every move.
perhaps it was the rumours from the locals of things lurking around at night that could kill you in the blink of an eye. after all, everyone did think you were crazy for going out at night, and they constantly scolded you for stepping foot outside after dark.
you cast a glance over your shoulder, seeing nothing but the empty sidewalk, and grumbled to yourself. damn the locals for making you paranoid. you looked forward once again but stopped abruptly upon seeing a figure in front of you.
“what’s a cute little snack like you doing wandering around this late?” their voice was smooth as velvet, and you looked up at their face. inhuman, golden eyes peered down at you, her lips quirked into a smirk, and an eyebrow cocked.
“i’m just on my way home, enjoying the breeze,” you replied, taking out an earbud.
she tilted her head to the side. “you’re human?”
“and you’re not?” you snorted. “look, if you’re just trying to scare the foreigner, good luck, sugar. i’ve heard the stories, but i think they’re a pile of bullshit.”
“oh?” she grinned. “you’re pretty brave, huh? what’s your name?”
“what’s it to you?” you glared.
“just curious.” she shrugged.
you eyed the girl for a moment. she didn’t look like much of a threat, dressed in a high school uniform and all. “it’s (name).”
“(name)-chan,” she hummed. “i love it! and hey, you’re pretty cute, too. i wonder....”
an odd feeling ran through your body; unease and sudden anxiety making you take an unconscious step back. “wonder what?” you asked, voice wavering.
she looked at you with a unsettling gleam in her eyes, lips twisted into a grin. “how you’d look covered in blood.”
“wh-what?” you asked with an unsure laugh. “you’re still trying to scare me?”
in an instant, the blonde stood nose to nose with you, and you could smell some weird combination of something floral and... metallic? she took a deep whiff, eyes fluttering closed as she sighed. “you don’t have to play tough, i can smell the fear on you, and it smells so good.”
she shoved you against the wall, and you felt your heart drop in your chest. was this really happening? were the locals actually telling the truth? it wasn’t just some stupid rumour?
before you could move, you felt sharp fangs pierce your neck, and you let out a howl of pain, her nails creating crescent shaped wounds into your shoulder. it was such an odd and unpleasant feeling, being able to feel the blood leave your body. your fingertips and toes began to feel tingly when she let go.
“awh, you look even cuter now!” she grinned with a reddened smile.
you struggled to stand through the haze, attempting to brace yourself amongst the wall. your palms scraped against the rough brick, and you could feel your shirt become wet and clingy to your shoulder, spreading downward with each drop of blood that gushed out.
the girl licked her lips. “maybe i should keep you, you taste absolutely delicious.”
“like hell you fucking will,” a new voice growled.
you squinted, trying to make out a second figure, but everything was growing blurry. you could see vague shapes and indistinguishable sounds of grunts and growls, as though you were thrust underwater. it felt like you were almost drowning, even it was getting harder and harder to breath, harder and harder to stay on your feet, harder and harder to keep focus.
but then everything fell silent, only the sounds of heavy breathing echoing through the breeze.
“hos-hospital,” you mumbled. “i... i need to-to go... to the-the hospital....”
something warm touched your cheek, and your eyes fluttered open for a moment, locking with ruby red irises. “ain’t no hospital around that’s fucking open. where do you live?”
“hospital...,” you repeated, eyes closing once again. “need... need to....”
“oi, don’t you dare fucking pass out on me,” the voice said.
but you felt your conscious slipping away, and everything fell into darkness.
...
“has there been any change with the human?” someone asked. “i mean, it’s been a couple days.”
a grunt. “not yet.”
“should we really be keeping her here?” the former voice again. “i mean, it was you who made the rule not to--”
“i know what the fuck i said, shitty hair, but i couldn’t just leave her to fucking bleed out on the street, could i?”
there was silence for a moment. “no, i suppose not. has her wound healed up?”
“not completely,” they replied. “but--”
the two froze upon hearing a small groan from your lips. your form moved on the bed, and both took a hesitant step forward.
“is she waking up?”
“looks like it.”
“i think she’s waking up.”
“yeah.”
“she’s wak--”
“i fucking got it, shitty hair! now get the hell out!”
“right!”
your head was pounding as you came to, body feeling heavy and sore as though you hadn’t moved in years. you blinked, eyes hazy as they adjusted to the dim lighting of the room. you struggled to sit up, a sharp throb coming from the junction of your neck and shoulder causing you to hiss in pain and clench your jaw.
“lay back down.” a voice ordered.
you jumped out the sound, twisting sharply to meet a ruby red gaze. instantly, you regretted the movement, “fuck.” you caught your breath for a moment, taking a glance at the person beside you. he was pretty attractive, you couldn’t lie, with wild blond hair, broad shoulders, and a sharp jaw. but what threw you off was the color of his eyes. inhuman and abnormal. “who are you? where am i? what happened to me? why am i here?”
“don’t ask so many fucking questions, and fucking listen to me, dipshit. you’ll reopen that stupid bite.” he growled. “now, lay back down, or my damn hard work will be all for shit.”
“kiss your mother with that mouth?” you grumbled as you laid back down. “now, answer my questions.”
he quirked a brow, eyes narrowing. “you’re safe in my apartment. you were attacked by a vampire, and i fucking saved your ass so you better be damn grateful.”
“what the fuck do you mean a vampire?! a vampire fucking bit me? what planet are you from?”
and within the blink of an eye, the man was right in front of you, teeth bared and eyes wild. “i mean a goddamn, shit sucking vampire, dipshit. that blonde bitch was fucking hunting in my damn territory, and i don’t fucking go for that shit, got it?! she would have made you a shitty blood slave, or she would have killed you if i didn’t get there in time!”
your eyes were wide with fear, mouth agape as you struggled to form words. your hands clenched the sheets beneath them, and you could feel your heart beat rapidly with fear. images, flashes, passing through your mind, memories of a blonde high school girl attacking you. a small whimper escaped your lips, and you subconsciously moved away.
“i wanna go home,” you whimpered. “take me home.”
but the blond didn’t respond. he only backed away and left the room, leaving you with teary eyes and a fearful heart.
...
you couldn’t fall asleep easily after waking up the first time. it was as though every time you closed your eyes, you would see her. you would see himiko toga hunting you down. no matter how much you wanted to sleep, you couldn’t as the memories passed by. your neck ached with each moment you spent awake, but you couldn’t afford to succumb to nightmares.
it wasn’t for another few hours that your door opened again. but this time, it wasn’t a blond. it was a redhead.
“o-oh, you’re... you’re awake?”
you only stared at him.
“sorry, i was just going to leave some food for you,” he replied, setting down a tray of soup and a bottle of water. “i’ll let you eat in peace--”
“wait,” you called, and he paused in his tracks. “please, don’t leave me alone.”
his brows raised. “uh, ye-yeah. sure.” he sat down awkwardly on the side of the bed, eyes cast off to the wall in front of him.
“what’s your name?” you asked.
“me? i’m kirishima, kirishima eijirou,” he said. “you?”
“(name),” you replied.
“you’re not from here, are you?”
“nuh uh. i moved about a month back,” you said, poking around at the soup.
“it’s not much, but bakugou says there’s a lot of nutrients in there humans need,” kirishima said, seeing you stare at the soup in disinterest.
you looked over at him. “bakugou?”
“the angry blond guy,” he laughed. “he’s really rough around the edges, but he doesn’t hurt humans. none of us do in this territory.”
“so you’re a... vampire?” you asked.
“not exactly,” he replied. “more of a dhampir. half human, half vampire. basically, i get all the cool stuff without needing blood.”
“oh,” you murmured. “bakugou, he... he’s not gonna...?”
kirishima gave you a small smile. “he won’t hurt you. like i said, we don’t hunt humans in this territory. it’s inhumane, especially with blood packs and even donors around, but outside the territory, other vampires still prefer the old ways.”
“right,” you replied. you blinked tiredly, trying a spoonful of the soup.
“bakugou said you’ll need to eat all of it, that way you get better quicker. eat and then rest,” the redhead said. “but... well, you should have been sleeping when i came in. it’s nighttime, after all.”
you dropped your spoon back in the bowl, the soup tasting sour in your mouth. “i... i can’t.”
his brows furrowed. “can’t what?”
“i can’t sleep,” you mumbled.
“oh? why not?”
“nightmares.”
“oh.”
“i-i can’t close my eyes without... without seeing her there,” you said, tears threatening to fall. “i thought it was fake. i thought it was some stupid prank that everyone was so stupid they fell for it.” you laughed, a hollow sound bouncing off the walls.
you jumped as you felt a hand touch your shoulder. “i’m sorry, (name). if you want, i can get you some sleeping pills. it might help a little bit.”
“really?” you asked, looking over at kirishima.
“of course,” he smiled. “but, you have to eat your soup first.”
“okay,” you replied, the faintest of smiles tugging at your lips.
...
twenty minutes after kirishima had left the room, there was a slight knock at the door before it creaked open. “you better be fucking decent.” the blond, bakugou, walked into the room holding a glass of water and a bottle of pills.
“wh-where’s kirishima?” you asked, a bit fearful to be in the same room as bakugou.
“he’s on an errand,” he responded plainly.
you looked down at your hands. “oh.”
the blond rolled his eyes and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “here. take two. shitty hair says you’ve been having nightmares.”
“thanks,” you muttered, taking the medication from his hand. “what is it?”
“a fucking ancient vampire sleeping draught,” he said.
your eyes widened. “re-really?”
“no, dumbass. vampires don’t even fucking sleep,” the blond scoffed. “now take the stupid pills and drink the damn water so i can leave.”
you scowled. “fine. but...,” your face softened, cheeks turning a light pink. “but, please don’t leave.”
his brow raised, “hah?”
“don’t go,” you mumbled.
bakugou hesitated for a moment. he could smell the fear on you, so why were you even asking him to stay? as if it would change anything?
“please.”
“fine.”
you smiled at the blond and then swallowed the pills, following after with the glass of water he’d given you. “how long until they kick in?”
“maybe five minutes?” he guessed.
“oh.”
silence passed between the two of you for a few minutes, and you could feel the pills slowly start to work as your mind grew hazy. bakugou stayed seated on the edge of the bed, occasionally shifting his gaze your way to check if you were still awake. something about being alone with bakugou was much different than being alone with the blond.
you looked over at him. “why don’t you hunt humans?”
he glanced at you. “what kind of a damn question is that? it’s fucking barbaric and stupid. that good enough of an answer for you?”
you hummed. “i-i think. so, you’re not going to kill me?”
“are you stupid or something?”
“why’re you so mean?” you whined, body feeling heavy as you leaned his way. “i... i’m not... stupid.”
“oi. oi. oi!” the blond froze as you passed out on his shoulder, not sure if he should move you or not. he growled low under his breath in annoyance. “god dammit.”
slowly, he shifted to lay you down, but you’d latched onto his arm, pulling him down with you as you curled up against him. his cheeks blossomed into a cherry red, heart skipping a subtle beat. now what the fuck was he supposed to do? lay there without moving until you wake up?
a cool blast of air from the fan sent a whiff of your scent his way, and he flinched. your wound was still healing, the smell of your blood still prominent through the bandages.
would he even survive the night?
...
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Every Inch of You (SWS #53)
Based on a prompt from @pumpkin-spidey for intersex!Peter finding love with Wade after so many people rejecting him.
(Author’s note: Talks about sexual/gender identity can be very feels-heavy, but because this is Spideypool I tried for a lighter approach. I have a follow up part, a sexy times scene and depending on how everyone likes this one I might post it)
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THERE’S A PART TWO RIGHT HERE!
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Wade didn’t mean to snort Mountain Dew out of his nose, and holy hell did it burn and he wouldn’t be smelling or tasting anything for a week, but that wasn’t important.
What was important was that Peter’s eyes filled with tears and he started shoving away from the table, gathering his backpack and jacket and mumbling about having to go right now.
“Pete!” Wade coughed and wiped at his face as he tried to run after his boyfriend. “Pete! Wait come back! Pete!”
“Leave me alone.” Peter sniffed and kept right on walking. “I don’t know why I expected you to act like any less of an asshole than you usually do, but some how I’m still surprised.”
“Pete, please.” Wade snagged his jacket, careful not to pull too hard, because last time he’d down that Peter had turned and clocked him right into a wall. “Just wait up a minute and let me try that again. I won’t react like such a dick this time, I swear, you just sort of--” he threw his hands up. “You just sort of surprised me is all.”
“Yeah, well weirdly enough there isn’t really a non-surprising way to say something like that!” Peter snapped back. “Did you want me to give you a Power-point presentation and half an hour to absorb the information before quizzing you on it!?”
“What?” Wade wrinkled his nose. “No, baby, no that’s not what I want. But when I said ‘Hey pumpkin cheeks, you should come over tonight and let me tap that ass’, don’t you think you could have done something besides stare at me for a minute before shouting ‘BUT I HAVE A VAGINA!’ and then bursting into tears!”
“Well I--!” Peter started to shout again, but stopped in frustration. “Okay, I-- yes. I didn’t have to shout that, I suppose.”
“There are about a million ways we can have this conversation, Pete.” The merc said slowly. “Since it’s obviously one we need to have before clothes start coming off? And we’ve been together long enough you know we can talk about anything, but how about we don’t do it in the street, yeah?”
“Alright.” Peter looked embarrassed, but still close to tears. “Can we go have coffee or something?”
“Sure.” Wade hesitated, then leaned in and placed a very careful kiss on Peter’s mouth. “Is this alright? Or are you going to web my mouth shut?”
“No.” he mumbled, and motioned Wade back. “Kiss me again so I’ll feel better.”
“Okay.” Another very careful kiss. “Let’s go get some coffee?”
Peter didn’t tell Wade that he wanted the kiss because after this conversation, Wade probably wouldn’t want to kiss him anymore.
No one ever did once they found out his secret.
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From Wade: so are you going to sit there and stare into your coffee the entire time?
From Peter: why are you texting me? I’m literally sitting across from you
From Wade: Yeah, but that’s your third cup of coffee and you haven’t looked up once.
“Sorry.” Peter cleared his throat and put his phone down. “I’m sorry. I just hate having this talk.”
“You say that like you’ve had to have it a million times.” Wade joked, or tried to joke, but it fell flat when Peter just looked at him. “You’ve had to have this talk a lot, haven’t you?”
“More than I’d like, yes.” He cleared his throat again. “Listen, it’s like this--”
“No wait, you listen.” Wade interrupted, shaking his head and trying not to react to the fear that filled Peter’s eyes. “Just um-- just--” he reached for Peter’s hand, linking their fingers. “I love you, alright? We’ve been together like six months now, and we’ve handled all sorts of weird shit in our superhero lives and we’ve been taking it slow in our relationship and that’s fine. Its fine, and I love you. So whatever this is? it’s gonna be just fine, too. Stop looking like you’re going to run away or have a panic attack because I can promise that it’s gonna be alright.”
“I love you too.” Finally a smile, just the slightest hint of one around the corners of his mouth. “Thank you.”
Wade squeezed at his hand and motioned for Peter to continue.
“So its like this.” Peter looked down at his coffee and then out the window. “Do you know what intersex means?”
“I’ve seen... porn...” Wade hedged. “But I don’t think intersex was the word they used?”
“No, I’m sure it’s not.” Peter ventured a glance at his boyfriend, bracing himself for disgust or maybe that weird, morbid sort of curiosity that others had given him, but Wade’s expression was open and calm and encouraging, and more importantly, he hadn’t stopped holding Peter’s hand and that gave him the strength to continue.
“So I was born with both sets of--” a vague motion over his lap and Wade nodded. “But my parents didn’t let the doctor, you know, forcefully make me one or the other, and Aunt May and Uncle Ben let me choose which to identify as when I hit puberty and sort of figured out what it all meant.”
“So you’re...” Wade bit his lip. “Both? What’s the word, non binary? Are you non-binary? Is that what non binary means? Whats the other word, genderqueer? I’m just throwing words out here, Pete, tell me if I land on the right one. Are you--”
“I’m a man, Wade.” he said patiently. “I just have some extra...gear. And I’m bisexual, because as a man, I like other men and I like women too. That’s all there is to it. I don’t identify as-- an anything else? I don’t have a fancy term or anything. As far as the worlds concerned, I’m a bisexual guy, but since you want to be--” a blush-- ”intimate? You need to know that technically I’m--I’m intersex. And that means I’m--”
“A guy with some extra plumbing.” Wade cut in with another nod. “And this is... this is a big deal?”
“It’s a big deal to alot of people.” Peter said hesitantly. “A big enough deal that I’ve never been able to keep a relationship with a guy or a girl without feeling like a freak, or a fetish.”
“That ain’t right, baby.” Wade muttered, having had his own share of time feeling like a freak in a relationship. “M’sorry you had to deal with that.”
“Normal people aren’t as understanding as they think they are.” Miserably, ducking his head. “And I hoped that when the spider got me maybe I’d grow into one or the other? But I didn’t, so now its just this big secret and it feels like its going to ruin every relationship I have before I get the chance to have it.”
“I think we can both agree that normal is a fairly relative term.” Wade grinned. “Especially when our normal includes hanging out with the Avengers and blind lawyers and villains with names like Venom and--” He stopped, cocked his head. “When you had Venom--”
“It was the closest I felt to being just me.” Peter finished. “He was able to sort of morph my body so I could feel--”
“Don’t say normal.” Wade whispered. “Fuck normal, Pete. Every inch of you is gorgeous, who cares about normal. Isn’t that what you always tell me?”
“That is what I tell you.” Peter smiled. “But its not the same--”
“No?” Wade challenged. “Because I have to walk around looking unnormal every damn second of my day. You can hide yours until you try to get close to someone, and since I’m the last person who’s ever going to see you naked, this is the last time it will matter, right?”
“You think you’re the last person that who’s going to see me naked?” Peter repeated. “You seem awful confident about that.”
“I am awful confident about it.” Wade lifted his dainty espresso cup and took a tiny sip. “And once I can spend some time getting to know all of you, I’ll be even more confident about it.”
“I’m a guy, Wade.” Peter said then, uncertainly, meaningfully. “So if we go to bed together--”
“When.”
“--when we go to bed together, I need you to treat me like a guy.”
“What else would I treat you like?”
“Sometimes--” he turned bright red. “Sometimes I’ve had partners try to treat me like a girl, or talk to me like I’m a girl? Say I’ve got a pretty--” he shook his head. “Don’t do that.”
“Baby boy, I’m sure every inch of you is pretty.” Wade said nonchalantly, and when Peter looked up, he added, “And I’m super stoked to get my hands on Spider-man, you feel me? If I wanted Spider-Gwen I’d move to a different universe.”
“I don’t understand that reference.”
“I didn’t really expect you to.” Wade grinned and straightened up in his chair. “Pete, listen, here’s where I’m at with all of this. I don’t care what you’re packing or not packing, what your plumbing is like, what pronouns you want me to use-- I don’t care about any of that. You tell me how to handle that, and I’ll listen. What I care about is that you’re the one I’m falling into bed with.”
He waited a beat and then, “Or not falling into bed with? If sex isn’t really your thing. We can work with that. Point is, you’re who I care about and your packaging is...” he waved his hand airily. “Details?”
“My packaging?”
“Yeah.” Another sip at that ridiculously tiny cup. “Pete the first time we kissed, I told you that my skin was a train wreck--”
“You said it looked like an avocado hate-fucked an old man--”
“Right. That’s what I said. Anyway, I said that and you looked me right in the mask and told me that I could look like Hugh Jackman and you’d still want to kiss me and that’s a big deal to me, that I could look like that hairy motherfucker and you’d still want to pucker up? You said it was about kissing me, and I’m trying to tell you that I feel the same way about you. I love you, and I don’t care about anything else.”
“Because all of you loves all of me?”
“Right. That’s our song, right? All of me loves all of you, just like all of you loves all of me. Every inch. Right down to the stuff ‘normal’ people would think is weird.”
“Okay.” Peter finished his coffee. “Okay then.”
“Okay what?”
“Okay let’s go to bed.” He peeked up at Wade through his lashes. “Unless of course, you’ve changed your mind?”
“Right.” the merc snorted. “The day I change my mind about that is the day they put me in my grave, babe. But since we started this conversation with you crying, I need to make sure that you are completely--”
“I’m fine.” Peter squeezed Wade’s hand tight. “I’m fine now. I’ve just been stressing about it for days and didn’t know how to tell you and everything just sort of.... just sort of exploded. I’m fine now, though. I don’t know why I thought you wouldn’t be understanding about this--”
“Because I’m usually an asshole about everything--”
“--well yeah, yeah you are but--”
“I love you, Pete.” Wade leaned over and kissed him long and slow. “Every inch of you, even the ones I don’t know yet.”
“I love every inch of you too.” Peter’s eyes were full of tears again, but this time they were happy. “Even the ones I don’t know yet.”
“Yeah well I got about eight inches you’re really gonna like, sugar snack.”
“There’s the charm.” Peter sighed in mock exasperation, following Wade out the door.
“You know who I was when you said yes to our first date, Pete! You can’t back out on me now!”
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