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short and sweet | ghost/soap/könig

sorry to the anon that it took me so long to get out, i've been dealing with some stuff but here it is! thank you for requesting, and as always, i hope you enjoy <3

pairings: ghost x reader, soap x reader, könig x reader

warnings: bigotry, misogyny, people just being jerks, canon typical violence

summary: in which three buff military men become all too aware of your struggles. (based on this request)

simon 'ghost' riley

when the idea of simon having a crush comes to mind, i feel like he's one of those people who prefers to observe them from afar rather than have direct interactions with them

so that paired with the fact you're not in the 141 and you're mute, it's gonna take a very long while until you two start interacting, at least a few months after he realizes he's taken a liking to you

they'll usually be pretty short and sweet, but not in the typical sense you may be thinking of

i'm thinking something more along the lines of giving each other a small nod of acknowledgement when you pass each other in the shooting range; him having already practiced and you just barely walking in to start practicing

and honestly? he's completely fine with this arrangement

in fact he prefers it

he still gets a chance to give you a once over without getting distracted from the things he wants/needs to do throughout the day, he considers it a win

but when your target practice slowly begins to overlap with his, he's a bit surprised to find that he doesn't really mind it all that much

there's something oddly comforting about knowing you're just a few stalls down from him

and of course there's the added benefit of him getting to see you and your signature sniper rifle in action

for those of you wondering, yes, he's become quite aware of your talents

how could he not when soap made himself comfortable at his table during meal time and went on about, "a real cute girl and her impeccable aim."

soap's words, not his

and it continues on like this for a while, you two continuing on with your unofficially official meeting times

it becomes comfortable and familiar, two things simon isn't quite used to, but two things that he's quite content with

so he can't help but feel a little empty when you stop attending your unofficial meetings at the shooting range

he's more frustrated with himself than anything cause, let's face it, he's not the type to let himself get comfortable/familiar with just anyone so he's honestly more annoyed that he let himself get attached when he hasn't even made a move to properly talk to you (what a silly goose)

anyway, in true simon fashion he decides to deal with it by not dealing with it

in other words, he just kinda continues on with his routine because he's become so numb to the idea of people leaving his life (no matter how big or small of a role they played) that he doesn't bother acting out on any emotion he has if it does happen

and i think after a while he'll just kinda end up pushing you out of his mind (despite the fact his eyes are fully glued onto you whenever he sees you around base)

so when you walk into the range and make yourself cozy at your usual stall, he's a bit frazzled

so much so he ends up packing up his equipment and making a beeline for the exit

but it's at this moment he bumps into a particularly bratty group of recruits they'd gotten not too long ago

he has to practically hold himself back from snapping the poor kid's neck when he asks simon if he'd seen you enter the range

call it extreme, but the mocking smile that stretched across the recruit's lips as he said your name just ticked him off

simon is a man of intuition and so he can already tell something's not quite right so, curious, he just gives off a gruff, "yes," before waving them off

he's surprised that he manages to bite his tongue when he can hear of the recruits whisper a small, "what a fuckin' arsehole," as they walk away from him

anyway

cue him silently stalking after the group and being met with the sight of them crowded around you as you lay flat on your stomach, hands still steady on the rifle

he watches as you line yourself up to take the shot before eventually resting your hand on the trigger and pulling it, only to miss when one of the recruits purposefully kicks at your shin

another recruit makes herself comfortable beside you with a grin spread across her lips as her voice rings out in a mocking tone, "aw, poor thing missed her shot again. it's a wonder she's made it this far."

while his eyes narrow in confusion at your lack of response, it only eggs the girl on as she nudges your shoulder

"still can't talk, i see," she lets out a wistful sigh, "that's a shame. i think you'd sound really pretty screaming out for help on the field."

another recruit takes this as their chance to jump in, "guess we'll just have to leave her stranded. better for us anyway, no dead weight."

the girl by your side rolls her eyes, "we probably won't even get the chance to abandon her, she's so tiny. she'd probably get squashed like an ant before we could even try anything."

her remark elicits a laugh from the small group of recruits, but ghost certainly isn't smiling when he approaches the group and stares down at them with his trademark glare

they can definitely feel their souls leave their bodies when they look up and see him standing over them menacingly

it gets even worse when he opens his mouth, "that any way to talk to a fellow soldier?"

they all just kinda stumble onto their feet at his words, not bothering to say anything as their eyes remain pretty much glued to the floor

he's not having it though so he'll repeat his question, tone louder and meaner than before which causes one of the recruits to just let out a meek, "no sir."

too bad it was the one who insulted him earlier cause he immediately steps in front of them and just kinda, "what? arsehole not good enough an insult for ya?"

you, still lying on the ground and watching everything unfold, can't help the small smile that tugs at the edge of your lips as you witness the way the man's face visibly pales

upon receiving no response from him, simon straightens out his posture before point over to you and speaking once more, "you better pray that girl is more forgiving than i am, because if it were me, you'd all be covering your own asses out on the field."

he watches with great joy as they each begin to shift on their feet uncomfortably before dismissing them in a gruff voice

after making sure they left, simon makes his way back over to you who is still lying on the ground with your rifle as you line up your shots once more

he feels a small wave of pride overcome him when you hit your target perfectly

so much to the point where he walks over to you and spills out a quick, "good aim," to which you'll look up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours and give him a small nod of acknowledgement

his eyes narrow, "you don't talk much, do you?"

you simply shake your head

he'll give you a quick once over before looking down at his watch and realizing the dining hall will be closing soon

tempted as he is to just walk away, he can't help but wonder if you'd already ate

so he speaks again, "dining hall is closing in a bit. you're free to join me if you haven't eaten yet, was just on my way."

you pause for a bit and give it a bit of thought before nodding and packing up your stuff before eventually walking out of the range with simon by your side

you don't have the heart to tell him you already ate

but when you look up and see him quickly avert his eyes from you and onto the pavement beneath your feet, you don't see why you even would

john 'soap' mactavish

when i tell you this man was gone the moment he saw you, i mean he was GONE

he genuinely couldn't believe someone as sweet and lovely as you could exist in the same space as him

but the moment he sees you shoot that gorgeous little rifle of yours with a precision that could only be described as pure, raw perfection? it's over. he's all in.

i'm talking, 'fuck me up and send me straight to heaven. this is how i die.'

he's so down bad for you it's insane

and i imagine soap can be quite confident and charming when he wants to be so best believe he'll have no problem in walking straight up to you and trying to strike up a conversation

i'd like to put emphasis on the 'trying' part of that last bit because it becomes quite clear quite quick that you're don't talk

well

maybe the 'quite quick' part isn't so accurate because it probably takes him a minute or two before he finally catches onto the fact you don't talk

in other words, it takes you pulling out your phone and looking up a volume muted symbol and pointing at it before motioning to yourself for him to catch on

he just kinda makes an 'oh' face before letting out a small chuckle and saying something like, "i see now, why didn't ya just tell me that before?"

and you're just looking at him like ???

but he's looking at you like :)))

yeah he's being a little ridiculous right now, but he just got back from a long mission and he's quite sleep deprived so don't mind him he's just being a silly goose, ok?

but truth be told, that dumb little first interaction doesn't even really matter in the long run because it's the bold initiative on his part that makes it so easy for the two of you to become friends

you spend a lot of time hanging around one another and your once carefully planned, scheduled days turn into unpredictable blurs that are jam packed with soap getting the two of you into trouble

i imagine you've become quite familiar with the stoic face of captain john price

but really, how could you not?

especially when soap catches onto the fact that price is more inclined to let soap off with a warning for whatever trouble he's got himself mixed up in whenever you're around

he may be older than the rest of his team, but he knows that dopey grin soap's got plastered on his face whenever he's around you means he's extra sweet on you

and who is he to stand in the way of his boy's happiness with some extra chores?

he's a total dad <3

anyway

because you spend a lot of time around soap, i think it's fair to say that you sometimes end up pushing off work in favor of hanging around the scotsman

and really who could blame you?

he's got a dazzling smile, a charming accent, and a sparkling personality. you'd be a fool not to soak up all the time you can get with him

but that just means whenever he does end up leaving for missions, that's when you really buckle down and start getting all your piled up work done

it can be frustrating and a bit of a bother, but knowing your schedule will be completely free (at least for a little bit) as soon as he gets back is more than enough to get you through the tedious work load you've allowed yourself to accumulate

only this time it's a bit harder to remember that

and it's all because of your newly assigned CO

he's a bit of an older man, which isn't a bad thing

at least until you find out that his mindset lines up with the ideology of a 1950's working husband

you know, the kind of guy who believes it's a man's job to go out and work a job to provide for his family while his wife stays home and takes care of the children, house, and meal prepping

in other words

a complete and utter bigot

so between trying to complete all the work you'd so foolishly neglected in your time hanging out with soap and trying to stop yourself from snapping your superior's neck every time he grabbed your rifle from your hands with a condescending, "careful! wouldn't a small thing like you hurting yourself with this," it's no wonder you couldn't remember that today was the day soap was returning from another one of his top secret missions

in fact, the thought doesn't occur to you at all until soap pulls up a chair beside your desk and makes himself comfortable while you're looking over some paperwork your darling CO had left you because he, "works too hard and needs a break."

more like a break in his skull, but to each their own

anyway i can definitely imagine soap carrying around a small notebook that you use to communicate with him when you can't be bothered to watch him try and fail to decipher your hand movements

and yes, he totally brings it on missions with him just so he can open it up and trace over your handwriting with a gentle touch and a soft smile and oh my god imagine confessing to him like that (i'm kinda dying to write an imagine based on that now (mute or non-mute reader, i'm down for either tbh) so lmk if you're interested!)

anyway

when the two of you break apart from your usual 'welcome back' hug, he'll slide the notebook over to you as a simple question falls from his lips, "since when do you do paperwork?"

and this just prompts you to let out a huff and roll your eyes before snatching up the notebook/pen combo and writing out all your frustrations on the pages

it's safe to say this man is absolutely floored when he reads through it all

frustrated and angry as he is, he doesn't outwardly express it

he simply grabs the heap of paperwork sitting on your desk and promptly tosses it into the nearest recycling bin before grabbing your hand and leading you off to something completely unproductive and time wasting

it's exactly what you need

the night will eventually end off with him walking you to your room and offering you a sweet hug with a small lil kiss to your head

it's adorable, really <3

what's not so adorable is the way he barges into price's office with the notebook in hand before tossing the pages where you'd detailed your CO's behavior onto his desk

price reads through them and best believe all this man can see is red

as someone who takes pride in becoming a role model for those who work under him, he can barely believe of the things he's reading

he's so ready to throw hands

but he can't sadly

so he settles for the next best thing

COMPLAINTS, COMPLAINTS, COMPLAINTS

with how ruthless price is in his mission to humiliate this man, it's really no surprise when you eventually find out he's been fired

the moment you and the rest of your unit get the news, you practically run all over base to find soap

and the moment you do, you've pretty much tackled him to the ground in a hug

and he simply wraps his arms around you, that same dopey grin price teases him for stretched onto his lips because he knows and he couldn't be happier

he's just happy you're happy <3

könig

so because of his affiliation with KorTac, i like to imagine that you're part of another PMC group that tends to help each other out on missions whether it be due to mission overlap, or just needing some extra support

but despite this, i imagine it would take quite some time before you and könig even meet simply due to the fact that you're almost never assigned to be sent out on the field

and if i'm being honest, i can definitely see not a single member of KorTac having even the slightest clue that you exist until you're randomly brought onto the field one day during a particularly tricky mission

long story short, könig and a few other of his team members got ambushed and they needed all the help they could get which is where you come in

granted they don't actually see you until you all meet back at base, safe and sound as can be

while könig and his team are surprised by the new face, they're even more surprised to learn that you've been part of the team for nearly eight whole months

when asked about why they've never seen you on the field before, the answer is simple; "she's been doing other missions," which you've come to learn essentially means, "she's still in training because we don't trust her to be on her own yet."

and while the other members of KorTac seem to just take that simple explanation at face value, könig can't help but notice the way your face falls and shoulders slump upon hearing it

and it's at this moment he realizes he hadn't seen you anywhere on the field at the time, so where the hell were you?

he decides he needs to be more attentive

so the next time KorTac calls on your group for some extra assistance, he's keeping a sharp eye out there in hopes that he'd see you

but he doesn't

even so, he still holds out hope for next time

and the next

okay this is ridiculous

where the hell were you?

he knows you're going on the missions with the rest of the team because you're always there when everyone gets back to base, still dressed in your tactical gear and wiping off the dirt that seemed to cling onto your uniform

so why did he never actually see you?

he's a tall guy so surely, he, out of anyone, should be able to pinpoint your location on the field with a few simple turns of his head, right?

well apparently not

you're practically a ghost (hehe see what i did there)

his frustration with not knowing where you're at on the field has him going mad

he so desperately wants to just come out and ask you directly, but he's convinced himself that you'll somehow take offense to such a question so he decides against it

so he decides to settle on the next best thing

which is pretty much just endlessly staring you down on the field before you eventually disappear off to god knows where

it's not the smartest idea he's ever had if the way you seem to squirm under his piercing gaze is anything to go by, but he just can't seem to help it

especially not when he comes to notice just how pretty you really are

the soft slope of your nose, the curve of your jaw, the way your cheeks puff out so cutely when you're finally able to get your hands on a much needed snack after a particularly long mission

you're stunning, how could he not stare?

yeah he's definitely got a little crush

but he'll never admit it

especially not with the amount of teasing horangi throws his way whenever you enter the room

anyways i think i'm getting ahead of myself here, let's get back on track lol

i imagine it all comes to a head on the battlefield

one moment könig is going at it with no more than three enemy soliders, but it seems within the blink of an eye those numbers have nearly tripled as he sees a sizeable group of enemy soldiers heading this way

he knows he's more than capable of holding his own in close combat, but with this many people? he can't help but feel a little uneasy as he sees the group grow closer and closer

that is, of course, until the unmistakable sound of a rifle fires through the air and the group of soldiers who were previously approaching him steadily begin to fall to the ground, a pool of crimson blood flowing from their heads

könig's eyes catch onto a bright red laser making small patterns on the ground in front of him so, curious, he looks up to find the source of the light coming from under a pile of rubble located on the roof of a building

upon making eye contact with the small area, the red laser pointer goes dead and you quickly poke your head out from your self appointed hiding spot and offer him a small 'ok' motion with your hand before concealing yourself back into your spot once more

he swears his heart soars at the sight

satisfied with himself and your stellar aim, his mind becomes preoccupied with the mission once more, a newly placed sense of vigor in his attacks

but when everyone is cozying up in the common area after the mission's been completed (with the exception of you bc you're taking a shower), könig decides he can't hold himself back from asking a certain question that's been on his mind for a long time

so he simply decides to go for it and ask, "why hasn't she been assigned to our missions before?"

your teammates all look at each other for a few moments before one of them pipes up, "didn't think she was ready."

another one decides to offer their input, "there are times we still don't think she is, but our captain told us to bring her in anyway."

könig and the rest of those present from KorTac's confusion must be apparent because one of the other members of your team decides to speak out, "she was still a bit rocky when she first came to us. we just wanted her to polish up on her skills before we sent her out on an official mission. it's more out of worry than anything."

the explanation calms the small bout of worry that had infested his mind when they first offered their reasoning for not including you on missions, but he can't help but feel a little pit grow in his stomach

so he decides to speak up once more, "well i think they're capable. perhaps it's time you trust them more."

one of your teammates brows raise, "you think so?"

he nods, "took out a whole group of soldiers that were coming at me, i'd probably be done for if it weren't for them."

he finds the look of shock on their faces amusing as they ask, "how?"

könig leans back, "they were hiding in some rubble on one of the buildings. took them out with a sniper."

he watches a look of realization come over their faces as one of them exclaims, "i thought they were running around the field, not hiding!"

horangi decides to pipe in, "you didn't know? she's always running around the rooftops. i see her all the time."

your teammates practically implode on themselves at his revelation before they start hounding him for questions, ones he graciously answers

könig watches with a small smile hidden under his hood before he can see a small movement of the corner of his eye

he turns his head and sees you peering over at him with a small smile and he watches as you sign out a quick, "thank you," with your hands

he sucks in a sharp breath before bringing up his hands and signing back a shaky, "you're welcome"

his hidden smile widens as he watches your eyes glisten with delight, "you know sign?"

he's quick to respond, "since i was little."

horangi is the one to give his arm a harsh nudge when könig all but freezes upon seeing what you sign to him next

"would you like to join me for dinner?"

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jokeringcutio · 6 months

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Helloooo I have a Halloween request for Arthur Fleck x female reader

I was thinking it could take place on Halloween while he's working for Ha Has, so he's walking home in his clown costume not realizing it's Halloween until he's passing a house/apartment party and gets invited inside by someone assuming he's their friend who also dressed as a clown. Maybe he goes along with it because he's never been to a party he wasn't performing at, but doesn't know how to act. Maybe the host pulls him to introduce to the reader and he has to come clean that he's not the guy everyone thinks he is. And she's just really sweet relieved because she didn't like the guy she thought he was, and tells him how she's never dated so people keep trying to set her up.

So they bond at the party and meet up for coffee or something later. Bonus points if they lose their virginity to each other and fall in love.

Sorry if that's too long or not specific enough. I just like a sweet, supportive, Disney princess type girl that brings out the best in Arthur and vice versa 💞

Arthur Fleck x Reader - Sweet Halloween (contains smut)

AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. More stories will follow this month.

Fandom: Joker 2019 Pairing: Arthur Fleck (as Carnival) x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: You mistake him for somebody else, but that might be the best thing that happened to the both of you, for you end up losing your virginity to each other.

Warnings: Sexual content, Virginity/First Time.

Those downtrodden streets with their faded yellow lights that made everything seem grey and bleak were familiar to Arthur. As he walked his usual route home, hands buried deep inside of his pockets, clown shoes kicking dirt and thrown-away wrappers and cans. He stared at the potholed pavement. There seemed to be more of a buzz around him, more noises. But he gave it no thought.

His Carnival costume hung loosely around him, his body too thin and too slender. He hadn’t had a good meal for the past God-knows how many weeks, and the lack of food was starting to have its effect on him. Arthur had grown easily tired and vexed and felt as if his hunger had left him completely. And so he kept his eyes pointed at the street, careful where to place his feet in case he might trip over the too-big shoes he had been too tired to swap for his ordinary pair. He would do it at home, he figured. He’d wash off the makeup there.

Being completely focused on the ground in front of his feet, he didn’t notice how he approached a house with an open door. A few young people stood on the porch, observing him as he neared. He felt their gazes, however, and made himself smaller than he was. His shoulders up high, hands even deeper inside his pockets and turned into fists – invisibly to their eyes. He tried not to draw too much attention to himself, eager to pass by without being picked on, laughed at, or even worse – beaten. He knew he was an easy target like this. And though the people he passed usually didn’t care, sometimes they would.

“Ah, there you are.” Before he had time to react, a gentle hand laid firmly upon his arm and he was ushered between the youngsters, pushed passed them, and into the house. It all happened so swiftly, that he had no idea how to react.

Soft hands pushed the small of his back, urging him into a hallway where they paused. Low thumps of music came from down the hall. There definitely was a party going on here. He tried to turn around and protest, but everything was happening way too fast.

“Josh, you can find Emma in the kitchen. She’s busy prepping the punch,” Arthur heard a female voice say from behind. It was a pleasant voice. One that sent sparks of warmth down his tummy.

He slowly turned around to face you, prepared for anything but you. A princess in every sense of the word. From your voice to your looks. You were even dressed in one of the prettiest dresses he had ever seen. Surely, if you were to come to work for Ha-Ha’s you’d be paid maximum wages. You’d have a booking every day. You-

You must be mistaken, he realized crestfallen as he watched you breathlessly. His shoulders slumped, his green eyes upon you. You didn’t want him here. You expected someone else. Some kind of Josh. What should he do? What should he do next?

There was a warm smile on your face. “Come on, let’s get going. I know you came just to see her, and I promise, no one is going to come in between the two of you tonight. This house got more than enough rooms for a bit of privacy.” You smiled at him and, once again, placed your warm hands upon him, pushing against his belly, probably to usher him in the direction of the kitchen. Then your eyes turned wide. Had you spotted he wasn’t Josh?

“Oh, gosh,” you gasped. “You really need to get some food in you. There’s some great apple and cinnamon pumpkin-shaped pies.”

So you hadn’t realized your mix-up, he thought. He followed your gaze as your eyes slid down his form. What must you be thinking of him, he wondered? This shabby clown, tired after a long day’s work. Your eyes darted lower and he followed your gaze. “Your shoes are so big. How can you walk without tripping?” The words spilled from your lips, melodious to his ears. Then your eyes sought his again. But instead of the judgment he had expected, your eyes sparked with joy and admiration. “They are amazing,” you said, warming his heart once more.

He blinked at you, confused. “I- I don’t think,” he started, voice too soft and being drowned out by the loud music that came down the hall. The realization came that you hadn’t heard him when you gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder and smiled.

“I know. Size matters! Well, you have an impressive girth,” you joked.

And then you were gone. The crowd had swallowed you, like a phantom. A ghost.

Arthur stood baffled. Had that just happened? As if in a dream, he glanced around him. The hallway was getting crowded as more people seemed to arrive at the party. He looked desperately but found no clue of you ever having been there. Had he entered the house himself? Had you been another delusion?

He leaned against a wall, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Taking deep breaths, he tried to steady himself. Another delusion, he thought. Another dream vision.

But then, an unfamiliar girl came to stand next to him, dressed as a pirate in a very revealing short array. Her red bouncy curls danced around her when she reached up to pull him into a hug.

“Ah Josh, glad you could make it,” the girl said with a smile. Arthur could see how the lipstick on her lips cracked at the motion. “Come on over, there’s food and drinks waiting.”

Luckily, she let go when Arthur started to feel the hug was getting too suffocating, and then she gestured ahead, urging him to walk into the next room which appeared to be some kind of large hall, decorated as a ballroom. He felt the girl’s eyes upon him for a little longer, but when he glanced behind him she seemed to have turned away. He saw her at the far end of the hall. Not a vision then. But not the woman he had dreamed of either.

Carefully, Arthur, still dressed as Carnival the Clown, entered the festive hall. The chandeliers were adorned with bats and cobwebs. Tiny fake ghosts hung from the ceiling and pumpkins filled the corners, all with faces like clowns. He could not help but chuckle when he saw what a wonderful room he had walked into. Everywhere, people were dancing.

Had he held any hesitation, it vanished when he saw the pumpkin pies the princess of his dreams had told him about. They stood on a table in front of him, looking every bit as delicious as you had told. For once, he thought to himself, you deserve this. “Well,” he nasally said to himself. “I suppose one bite won’t do any harm. After all,” here he suppressed the upwelling laughter that threatened to leave his lips. “They invited me in.”

The Halloween party was in full swing, the room bathed in a dim orange glow from the flickering jack-o'-lanterns lining the walls. Laughter and chatter filled the air as costumed guests mingled and danced. You expertly wove through the crowd, your body swaying to the haunting beats of the music. You were no stranger to dancing; it was an outlet that allowed you to escape the challenges of your life.

As you moved across the floor, a man dressed as a clown caught your eye. The colorful frills of his costume juxtaposed against the dark atmosphere of the party. You’d seen him before. At the time you had believed him to be Josh, that friend that Emma had invited because she wanted to date him. You knew better now. The real Josh had appeared half an hour later. It made you realize you’d invited a stranger into the house.

But this stranger, this man dressed as a clown… he was fetching. There was something about him that lured you in. Now that you knew he wasn’t Emma’s to claim, you became bolder, more daring. Moving closer to him, you deliberately started moving along with him, feeling the beat of the song resonate within you. When he noticed you, his eyes lit up like fireworks, surprise and delight radiating from his gaze.

The clown began to challenge you with his moves, his hips gyrating to the rhythm of the music. He had good moves, you noticed. Every gesture was graceful, like dancing came as natural to him as breathing. The rotating of his hips, while his eyes rested firmly upon you, was an invitation you accepted without hesitation. You danced closer, enticed by the mystery behind the painted face. His movements were fluid and surprisingly graceful, drawing you in even more.

As the song continued, you found yourselves dancing together, his arm snaking around your waist as he twirled you effortlessly. Your bodies pressed close, the heat emanating from him warming you as his scent – a mix of cologne and something uniquely his – intoxicated you. A sense of desire bubbled within you, fueled by the passion of the dance and the enigmatic connection between you two.

He twirled you around again and then pulled you in close, until your back was pressed against his front. You could feel his hot breath tickle your ear. His fingers splayed on your tummy, holding you like a lover’s embrace as you sensually pressed your hips against his. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle, and you had to suppress a moan.

The sensation of your bodies colliding with each beat was overwhelming. The dance became a sensual exploration, your bodies speaking a language only the two of you understood. And when the song came to an end, you lamented the fact that Emma stood several feet away, beckoning you to help her bringing the snacks from the kitchen. You reluctantly pulled away, feeling the sudden absence of his warmth. "Sorry,” you whispered, unsure if he could hear you over the starting tunes of a new beat, “I need to go help a friend.”

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you saw the Clown’s lips twitch into a smile. You assumed he had heard you, and quickly turned away, unaware of how the clown doubled over as he watched you go, grabbing his stomach as he tried to bite back the laughter that threatened to spill from his lips. He failed though, and in an attempt to escape the judging gazes from those around him, he turned around and pushed his way through the crowd.

By the time you returned with the snacks, your eyes wandered to find your mysterious dancing clown, but found no trace of him. Crestfallen, you put the snacks down on the table and scanned the room once more. Your clown seemed to have gone. But the tingling sensation deep inside of you still lingered, reminding you of the dance you had just shared.

Time slipped away, the evening deepening as laughter and chatter filled the air. You found yourself wandering outside to get some fresh air. The cool night breeze was a welcome respite from the heat of the party. You’d almost given up on finding him, almost convinced yourself that it didn’t matter, that this stranger you had met was someone you would never see again. But then, there he was.

Sitting on the porch and smoking, was the clown who had captivated you earlier. The sight of him stirred something within you – curiosity, desire, and an undeniable connection that you couldn't shake. You watched him for a moment, silently admiring his enchanting silhouette. Then you stepped closer to him.

"Hey," you called out softly, drawing his attention. “Are you alone?”

His eyes widened in surprise, the cigarette between his fingers momentarily forgotten. As he looked up at you, you caught sight of his vibrantly green eyes and your heart skipped a beat. So beautiful, you thought. You felt your cheeks flush.

"You're a really good dancer," you quickly said, smiling warmly at him.

The man seemed to hesitate, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights, but he quickly recomposed himself. His shoulders relaxed again. "Oh, uh, thank you." He seemed almost embarrassed by the compliment, his cheeks flushing beneath the white face paint.

"Mind if I sit with you?" you asked, gesturing to the empty spot beside him before bunching up your skirt. If you showed him a little leg, well, that wasn’t entirely an accident. You could tell he had seen it, that he must have spotted your bare legs underneath your skirts, perhaps even the outline of your panties, for his cheeks flushed and he quickly glanced away. But you’d seen his pupils dilate.

"Of course not," he replied, snuffing out the cigarette. For a moment he stared ahead while you settled down onto the wooden steps. The warmth of his body radiated through the thin fabric of your costume, sending shivers down your spine.

“I thought I'd dreamed you up." His words caught you by surprise and you stared at him with eyes open wide. When he finally turned to lock gazes with you, his lips carried a shy smile. Almost as if he was afraid to admit it.

“Not a dream,” you assured him. "Definitely real."

For a moment, his smile broadened, an imitation of your own, and you were lost in his eyes. Their depths, their vibrancy… This man made you feel warm and alive.

But then his smile faded like snow in the sun, and he tore his eyes away from yours. Shyly, he looked down at his hands. A deep frown appeared on his face, twisting his features. "I'm sorry,” he said, voice hardly more than a low mumble. “I’d better go.”

He shifted, jumping up to his feet without a warning, but you grasped him by the sleeve, preventing him from stepping away. He turned to look at you, surprise visible on his face.

“Why would you leave now?” you asked, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. Didn’t he feel the same? You could swear he did. You’d seen it in his eyes, how the two of you had been lost in each other’s gaze.

The clown hesitated. You could see the thoughts running wildly inside his head, the deep frown when he licked his lips before he shyly admitted, “Because I am not who you want?”

“Nobody said that,” you smiled, the grasp on his sleeve diminishing until your hand just laid gently upon his arm. There was no pressure there. If he still wanted to leave, he could.

“But I,” his voice had turned nasal, like a whine. Whatever was going through that pretty head of his was making him worried. “I know you mistook me for a friend of yours," he finally admitted, a frown still on his features.

You shook your head and smiled, your hand slipping from his arm for a moment. But he did not run away. Instead, he remained rooted to the spot, standing there, looking down at you with eyes full of uncertainty. It was obvious he wanted to stay. And you did not want him to go.

Your hand reached out once more to gently touch his arm. "I want you to stay," you whispered.

In the dim light of the Halloween-lights, you could see how his eyes widened in surprise. You felt his body grow slack underneath your hand. "All right.”

Slowly, he sat down again. His hip slotted against yours, the warmth instantly returned, making you breathe a sigh of relief. He was here again, where he needed to be.

“My name's Arthur, by the way," he hesitatingly said, as if he were shy to introduce himself to you.

"Nice to meet you, Arthur," you replied, your heart racing as you studied his face. Beneath the makeup, there was a vulnerability that drew you in. Your thoughts raced, emotions swirling as you tried to make sense of the magnetic pull between you two.

"The boy I confused you with, he is Emma’s new friend,” you confessed, your gaze drifting to the ground. "She’s always dating, never able to go without a boyfriend for long, so I hadn’t really seen him yet.”

Arthur remained silent, just watched you, his gaze enough to encourage you. “She keeps trying to set me up, but it never feels right," you quietly admitted, feeling how Arthur shifted by your side. He placed his hands in front of him, fingertips touching.

“Truth is, I've never had a boyfriend before," you continued, voice a soft whisper. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I've never even dated.”

Your eyes gently slid back to seek his. He was still looking at your face, his eyes desperately seeking yours. And when your gazes met, you could tell there was a quiet understanding in his. A deep warmth.

“How come,” he started, but had to pause to clear his throat. His voice was hoarse, filled with emotion. “How come no one ever claimed you as their own? Who wouldn’t want you?” he asked you, warming you up inside because that was a high compliment. Who wouldn’t want you? Who would? Then again, you shrugged and shook your head.

With a small smile, you looked up at him again. “It’s not fully up to them, is it?” you said, a small smile curling your lips. It took him a moment to understand what you were saying, but then his lips curled into a smile as well, the red of his makeup curling upward even more.

“You didn’t want any of them,” he concluded, and you let out a sigh of relief that he caught your meaning.

“Never really felt a click with any of them,” you admitted. Your eyes drifted down to his hands. Carefully, you sought out his hand with your own, placing your palm on top of his. He allowed you to touch him, even waited till you liked up again before he flashed you another smile. Emboldened by his reaction, you gently squeezed his hand.

"I meant what I said earlier on,” you started, shyly but suggestive. “Maybe we could, uh, find some privacy inside?" Your voice was playful, teasing. "There are plenty of rooms."

Arthur's eyes sparked with mischief as he met your boldness head-on. "I'd like that." He returned the squeeze with his hand, then carefully rose, holding your hand in his own. He waited for you to lead the way, an unspoken invitation that sent a thrill through you. With your heart pounding, you led him back into the house, your warm hands still touching. You could hear his rapid breathing and realized he was excited too.

Upon entering one of the unoccupied rooms, you closed the door behind you and locked it, your heart pounding with anticipation. The room was clean enough, pleasant enough for sure. A cream-colored bed, ordinary and plain, invited you to take this further. If Arthur hadn’t wanted to go this far, he would not have followed you in, would he? And so you turned to face Arthur, who stood there, hesitantly shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"Go on," you urged gently, "take off your costume."

He looked at you oddly, as if you had said something preposterous, but then slowly started to unbutton his waistcoat. “You want to do more than just talk,” he murmured, and you blinked at him. For a moment he had you confused.

“I mean,” you started, suddenly feeling insecure. Where you going too fast for him? Was this the right thing to do? “Only if you…”

A deep groan tore from Arthur’s lips, interrupting you before you could finish. The waistcoat slid down his shoulders and without hesitation, he started to unbutton his fly. “You think I’d say no?” his voice was husky and low, thick with arousal. Hearing it sent a spark of lust deep down your core, making your pussy slick and moist at the sound of him.

“Oh no, my beauty,” Arthur continued, the words drawn and a low hum. His hand revealed his aching cock, firmly stroking up and down the hardened flesh. “No, pretty girl, I am going to make you all mine.”

Your mouth had turned dry at the sight of him. So eager. So wanting. “You’re beautiful,” the words spilled from your lips, earning you a groan as Arthur squeezed his cock hard.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. I am not much to look at,” he grunted, moving his hand up and down his shaft. His eyes never left your frame though, silently undressing you with his gaze. “Too thin, too meager. Not much of a man at all.”

“I disagree,” you said without giving it a moment’s thought. Your hands moved up your sides, slowly peeling the dress from your body, revealing all that you had hidden beneath it. His eyes lit up at the sight of your skin, then darkened with sinful desire. "You're more handsome than you give yourself credit for, Arthur."

He blushed at your compliments, his cheeks warming beneath the fading clown makeup. Despite his thin frame, you were drawn to him, captivated by the vulnerability in his eyes. The dress pooled at your feet, and then you stood there in just your underwear. His eyes roved over you, eager to take you all in. You loved it, loved the way his eyes took you in as if he wanted to remember all of you.

"Come here," you whispered, beckoning him closer. And when he was within reach, you cradled his face in your hands, looking deeply into his eyes before pressing a sweet, lingering kiss upon his lips, uncaring of the makeup that would surely smudge your own.

When you broke apart to catch your breath, the words that escaped you were a whisper.

"I want you to be my first, Arthur."

Something seemed to shift within him then, as if your words had unlocked a hidden desire. His restraint vanished, replaced by a hungry passion that matched your own. Arthur's hands found their way to your back, pulling you closer as he returned your kisses, tracing the contours of your body.

The two of you moved together as if you were dancing again. His body fit perfectly against yours, his hands led the way. You didn’t even notice that he had led you toward the bed until you felt the back of your knees bump against the mattress. His wig cap tumbled off his head, revealing brown curls underneath. It suited him, you thought. He was gorgeous.

Another kiss as his lips met yours hungrily. His hands ran past your skin, fondling your breasts eagerly, squeezing a bit too hard but making you feel exceptionally good.

Breaking the kiss you were sharing, you murmured against his skin. "Be gentle with me."

His green eyes sparked as he lay you down on the bed. The world outside the room ceased to exist; all that mattered now was this intimate connection between you and Arthur. The way his hands ran past your body and his fingertips danced down your skin, the way his scent enveloped you entirely like an embrace, the way he sunk deep into your core, letting out a shuddering moan.

If there had been pain initially, it soon ebbed away at his gentleness. He allowed you time to adjust, panting heavily above you while his eyes sought out yours. When you felt he was able to move again you gave an encouraging nod. He followed your command without a pause, gently thrusting his hips, first shallowly but deeper and deeper as time and your body allowed.

There was an experimental thrust of his hips, followed by another moan from his lips. His eyes squeezed close and his face contorted in ecstasy. As he slowly started to pick up a pace, murmuring obscenities about how good this all was, you suddenly realized that this might be his first time as well. As your bodies entwined and he gently rocked inside of you, you arched your back, spreading your legs to give him a little more access to rock deeper inside.

Arthur bit his lip and grunted. Another thrust, this time firmer, bolder. He hit a delicious spot deep inside and your walls fluttered around him as a result. It tore another deep moan from him. Again.

“There,” you pleadingly said, “there.” He obliged, seeking the right angle and thrusting inside of you with deep strokes.

“Is that good, princess?” You heard his low voice rasp. He sounded nearly dangerous now, voice drenched with lust. “Do you like my cock deep inside your pretty little cunt?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, hardly able to speak as pleasure overtook your body. Your pussy clenched down hard on his cock, gripping him like a vice, making him grit his teeth and groan.

“Hmm, too tight, princess,” the low murmur sounded near your ear. He was bent over you, rutting into you like a frenzied animal. You loved this wild side of him, his forceful thrusts. They helped sent you over the edge.

The intensity of your shared passion was overwhelming, yet you both navigated your newfound intimacy with care and tenderness. Your breaths mingled, hearts racing in unison as you reached the peak of your shared experience, an exhilarating crescendo that left you both breathless.

Exhausted and content, you held each other close, your body pressed against Arthur's as he cradled you in his arms. As the adrenaline subsided, you looked into each other's eyes, warmth and affection radiating between you.

"Was this…your first time too?" You gently ran a knuckle past his cheek, caressing him as you softly whispered your question.

His green eyes held yours even as he nodded, barely able to speak as he muttered, "Yes...” A pause, a bob of his throat as he swallowed. And then an admission. “I love you so much."

He buried his face against your shoulder, cradling you close to his chest. His brown curls brushed past the skin of your jaw. A smile formed on your lips as you basked in the feeling of being held in the afterglow. It felt good to be held by this man. It felt good to have been pleasured by him and to know you’d given him pleasure in turn.

You knew that something truly special had just transpired, a moment of beautiful vulnerability shared between two souls in a world where such tenderness was all too rare.

“Happy Halloween,” you whispered.

~ Fin ~

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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Love Kai, but Hari needs some love too…

Sooo, Kai’s always busy so he sends Hari to take care and be with Angel. But what if arrowhead falls in love with her? And she also starts liking him back… since you know, her actual partner barely spends time with her. It’s kinda angsty but a fluffy end would be nice.

This has been on my head lately and since you’re one of my favorite authors in here, I gathered the courage to finally send in the ask. Feel free to ignore this request. Love your writing and take care! 💕

"I want you to be responsible for her safety Chronostasis." The dark haired male muttered while reading a few papers that were spread on his desk while the other one furrowed his eyebrows beneath his mask.

"Of course, but why exactly?" Aren't you her partner? He wanted to imply, but decided against it due to his better judgment.

"Being someone close to a yakuza member puts a lot of targets on their back, you should know that by now." He replied without any emotion on his face.

"I do understand that sir. Although as a friend speaking I think you should-"

"Just do what I say Chronostasis." He growled without sparing him a eye, leaving the white haired man to sigh in hopeless and leave the room with a yes sir.

Chrono has been keeping an eye on Overhaul's partner for about two months... and he swore he never saw a woman with so much loneliness and sadness on her eyes... yet, she carried such a beautiful smile when it came to the normal citizens and children or people she seemed to care about.

He was surprised that Kai was in a relationship with her to be honest... she seemed so out of his league.

One day, he accidentally eavesdrop that Overhayl had canceled one of their dates once again.. it was honestly heartbreaking to hear her sad sigh but soon recover with a fake small skile saying it was okay....

For some reason, he couldn't take this any longer... so he asked his boss to make her company asides from just protecting her from afar like a shadow.

Overhaul had allowed. Without much care.

"Excuse me? Ma'am?" He reunited forces to aproach her on the halls, observing how she flinched but soon looked at his masked face with wonder on why one of the subordinates was talking to her... without getting killed.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I'm sorry overhaul canceled plans with you. But I was wondering, if you want, I could take you to this place you were talking about." He scratched a bit the back of his head at seeing your shocked expression "I swear I'm not a stalker, I'm just a... close worker of your partner. So I happened to over hear it. I apologize if it perstubs you."

"Oh.. not at all!" You smiled, and he had to ignore how it made him smile too "I was hoping I could go there with anyone to be honest... but I don't have much friends and... he seems kinda busy these days" You laughed it off your sadness as usual.

"I'm going to take you there. Don't worry about the money as well. I'm sure it won't make us go more bankrupt as always anyway."

The laugh that left your lips almost felt surreal. He never heard you laugh like that before on those last few months.

"Can I ask something Chrono?"

"Well, you already did." He mumbled while sitting in front of you on the small outdoor café you had chosen this time. He had been taking you out for a while now.

You snorted at his comment before stirring up your drink with a straw with a feature of wonder.

"Were you the one watching me for these last few months?"

He choked on his own spit. Almost coughing before he reluctantly asked why you were asking this.

" I know I sound stupid sometimes, but I am not." You giggled with sadness "I noticed eyes on me... I was starting to think I was crazy for a second until I notice you with this weird mask watching from a corner some day.. immediately I knew it was one of the hassaikai. You guys seem to like these plague masks a lot."

"Actually no." He laughed it off his embarrassment "we actually hate it. But is Overhaul's choice so we mostly shut up and be quiet about it."

"Ah, it had to be him." You spoke with a smile "But you aren't exactly working right now so... can't you just.. take it off? Is like super hot today." You gesture with your hand at your own face while he scoffed.

"Kai would have my head if he knew this."

"I won't tell. Besides," You leaned on the table "I'm actually curious."

"Nothing fancy about my face but oh well-" He spoke before taking off his mask with a relieved sigh "It is hot, God damn..."

"Hmm..." You tilted your head a bit to the side before smirking "not bad."

"Oh shut up you." He chuckled, his red cheeks totally exposed now.

After months, you two had become close. Closer than what a bodyguard should be.. but he just can't help it. You had this personality that didn't fail it once to make him smile or worry when you would wear that sad expression.

He would feel guilty about his upcoming crush on you often... very often.

But sometimes... he swore he wanted to beat the shit out of chisaki every single time he found you crying after just a simply conversation with thr male in question that surely didn't even last 15 minutes.

"Am I that clingy? Just as he says?" You spoke between sniffles, watching with a sad expression the outside as he scoffed.

"No. You just want what anyone wants on a relationship... he is just..." he hissed a bit at daring to put more wood into the fire "A bit difficult."

"Just a bit..?" You muttered and he swore he felt his heart completely shatter.

In one second he was at your side and wiping away your tears as you yelped at how close he was so suddenly.

"You're not clingy... In fact, if it means something, I do enjoy your company the most. I actually l..-" he swallowed the words before he made something he possibly would regret "I think you're great. Don't let a minor fight affect your self estem that easily.."

You nodded in awe... never your own boyfriend did that. Made you feel better about some insecurity of yours..

In fact... now thinking about it, Kai never made you feel so at home like... Kurono did.

Oh no.

Months have passed and one day he catched you and Overhaul talking. For a very long time to be exactly.

You left with a more at ease expression quickly greeting him before leaving the house. He arched an eyebrow before he noticed how Chisaki was frozen in place but had still his usual neutral expression on.

Something had happened...

The break up was, by surprise of many, very calm and with no tantrums come from both parts of you nor Chisaki. Although you did visited the hassaikai still due to how Pops actually liked you... and Kurono.

It didn't take long for Chrono to finally open up about the issue. He was actually afraid of the out come... but he had to be honest with his friend.

"I don't care. She is single now, isn't she?" He muttered after a very tense talk about if he could or not invite you to dinner.

"You're sure about that? It won't bring-"

"Just get out." The dark male hissed, and for the first time Chrono just ignored the threat on his voice and went after you with hope you could accept his offer.

"We could go to the theme park!" You yelped in joy as he chuckled while shaking his head.

"The last time we went on one of those you were complaining about how your feet hurt. You sure about that?"

You nodded with pout while walking alongside him. His girlfriend of now five months.

"The last time it was because of my stupid decision of wearing those heels... seriously what went through my head to do that?" You whined out loud as he laughed.

It was good until you both bumped into someone...

"Hey Kai." Chrono spoke a bit in worry as you looked up to see the face of your ex.

"Hello Chisaki. How have you been?" You asked politely while the man in question just looked at you both with irritation before sighing.

"Good." He spoke before storming out of the hall, leaving you both to just shrug your shoulders and go on about your day as usual.

He closed the door before finally sitting down on the bed with the heaviest sigh he could muster. His hands rubbed his face continuously to get rid of the burning sensation he was feeling behind his eyes as he exhaled and inhaled in hopes to calm his beating heart.

After a few minutes he took a deep breath once again before taking a small red velvet box from the cabinet before laying down on the bed... staring at the ring on it with disgust... even though the small tear that left his right eye said otherwise.

"Now what the hell am I suppose to do with this?" Kai muttered in the loneliness of his room.. knowing damn well how you were much happier with the man that treated you better than he did.

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cypherverze · 1 year

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CHAPTER SIX

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

You can access the previous chapter here: Chapter Five | Series Masterlist Access

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: It has already been five months since your last encounter with Tarasov and his men, but you can’t shake off the feeling of something being wrong. You never expected as well that you’ll be pulled in a European trip, parallel to the trip that you had intended on not attending.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! here’s chapter six. i was supposed to post this last night, but ended up falling asleep. i had speed everything up, from this point, i’ll be following now the timeline for far from home, but i’ll be tweaking the whole movie to fit my story. in this one, all of avengers are still together and none died. this is a happy zone, if you don’t like what i’m doing, it’s better if you just sit this series out. as always—notes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. thank you for supporting my work! again, i’m sorry for the typos ><

REMINDERS: this story is pure fiction. i do not own the characters of avengers, spider-man, and john wick franchise. this work is originally written by the author (me), please do not copy or repost my work in other platforms.

WARNINGS: foul language, violence, murder, deaths, guns, knives, and blood

WORD COUNT: 6,308

Happy had been tasked to drive you to school today, usually the team would take their turns in driving you to school, and Wanda should’ve been driving you today, but something came up so Happy is in charge. It’s really fine with you walking to Midtown on daily basis, but they reasoned out that they don’t want to miss a big part of your life, so you just let them be.

It has already been five months since you transferred to Midtown, and you can still clearly remember your first day in, you were such a nervous wreck. You were not used to being surrounded by people of your age, you were really overwhelmed by it, and in a school full of geniuses none the less. It kind of intimidated you, and speaking of geniuses, you had hoped back then that your knowledge is still sufficient for all of these classes that you’d be attending, but you were pretty much surprised on how well you had just fit in right away.

So far it has been pretty peaceful for you, you haven’t heard anything from Abram nor his men. You also had met Peter’s friends, Ned and MJ, you got to know them and had been included in their friend circle. Ned and MJ are both super cool people, though you can’t ignore the sinking feeling everytime Peter talks about his big fat crush on MJ. You’ve been trying to squash those feelings down, but the harder you squash it down, it just come right back, and even more stronger.

You’ve been gone for two weeks, and it felt like it’s your first day of going to school all over again. Tony had informed your school that you’ll be away for a two weeks to visit an important family member that’s sick, but he knows that it’s just a ruse. In actuality, there had been a contract that was offered to you. You were in Hong Kong for the last two weeks, you had been offered a contract to kill someone, and Tony had helped you get away from school for the time being. You can’t really turn down a contract, no matter how badly you wanted to. You usually finish contracts that were given to you right away, but this one in particularly was kind of challenging, you had observed the target on the first week before you made your move. Two weeks was the longest time frame that you had.

“(Y/N/N)?” Happy called out for you, but you seem so out of it, “(Y/N)! We’re already here.” You snapped out of your daze and turn to happy.

“I’m so sorry, Happy. Wasn’t able to hear you the first time.” You gave him a small smile.

“Are you okay? You’ve been so out of it these past few days, and it’s kind of a bit concerning.” He looked at you with concern.

“It’s alright, I’m alright, Happy. Just y’know, thinking about a lot of stuff.” You shrug.

“Is it about the man that is after you? You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, kind of. To be honest, I don’t know. It’s just everything seems so peaceful that it’s getting hard to believe it. I can’t help but think about something’s gonna happen all of a sudden.” You sighed, “It’s been five months since my last encounter with him, I don’t know if the contract he put out against me is still up.” You grabbed your bag.

“It’s been five months, right?” You nodded, “Then I’m pretty sure that no one is after you anymore.”

“Maybe, but you never know. Usually when it’s this quiet and peaceful, something’s about to go wrong. But anyways, thanks for driving me, Happy.”

“No problem, and good to have you back again, kid. Now off you go, I’ll be picking you up later.”

You got out of the car and waved Happy a goodbye. You began walking towards the entrance of the school, and when you got inside, the hallway was buzzing. Students are walking towards their first period and some are getting their stuff from the lockers, you also hear the school news playing in one of the televisions that is attached to the wall. Your stuff for your first period is already inside your bag, so there’s no need to stop by at your locker. As you walked to your arrived at your classroom for the first period, Peter and Ned are already there. You walked towards your seat, which is just infront of Peter.

“Hey (Y/N), welcome back!” Ned greeted you happily, “How was your trip? Where did you go anyways? And what happened to your face? It’s like everytime you’ve been gone for how many days, you seem to come back with a new set of bruises.” He added.

Despite of being friends for five months now with Ned, he has no idea of what you actually do. He has completely no idea of you being an assassin. You trust Ned, but sometimes when you want to tell him, you just always seem to forget. Maybe today’s the day you tell him about it. You looked at Peter, who’s already looking at you and just gave you a shrug. I mean it’s yours to tell, not Peter’s.

“It’s your choice if you want to tell him.” Peter said, “If only you want though.” He added.

“Tell me what?” Ned asked in confusion.

“First of all, thank you for the welcome back greetings, Ned.” He nodded at you, “And second, I’ve been in Hong Kong for the last two weeks.”

“Woah, Hong Kong? That’s so cool!”

“Third, it seems like I can trust you despite the short time of knowing you.” Ned nodded his head, “Shorter version of the story is that I’m an assassin and I’ve been offered a contract to take a hit on someone. So that explains the bruises I always get.” You said it like it was a normal thing, causing Ned to look at you with wide eyes.

“What?! You’re an assasin?!” Peter covered his mouth quickly. You looked around to see if anyone heard you, thankful that no one was listening.

“You’re lucky that no one heard you or else I’ll have to kill the person who heard you.” Ned’s mouth was still being covered by Peter’s hands, “Hah! Just joking with you!” Ned let out a breath of relief when Peter removed his hands from covering Ned’s mouth.

“So you’re an assassin?!” Ned whispered at you, and you nodded, “That’s so freaking cool! So are you like Natasha Romanoff and an avenger?”

“Yes and No. I’m not an avenger.”

“What?”

“Been asked to join a few times before, but as always, I decline.”

“But why?”

“The avengers life is just not it for me. Don’t want too much exposure.” You shrugged your soldier, “But I sometimes help them out in silence. Got too many people after me, can’t afford being a part of the team.”

“Seems like it, the publicity that the avengers are receiving is no joke.”

“Okay, enough about me. What happened while I was away? What did I miss and what are you guys talking about earlier, seems like pretty serious.”

“We’ll be having a science trip, and Peter here had been making plans.” Ned said.

“Ooh, fun! Where to? And plans? What plans?”

“In Europe. Peter’s been making a plan, he’s gonna finally do something about his crush on MJ while we’re on trip.”

The moment you heard about Ned saying that Peter will finally be making a move on MJ, it was like a glass had just shattered behind you and you began tuning everything out. You had entered your headspace, it’s like you can’t hear everyone around, and you are only left with you and your thoughts. You can probably hear your heart breaking as well, you’ve been totally out of the zone, didn’t even hear Ned or Peter when they ask you something, until Ned decided to shake your body by gripping on your shoulders.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Peter asked you.

“O-oh yeah! Sorry for zoning out, still tired from the trip, you know.” You let out a nervous laugh.

“So will you be joining the trip, (Y/N)?” Ned asked you.

“What trip?”

“The science trip!” Ned exclaimed.

“Ah, got to have a rain check on it first.” You smiled, “But hey! I wanna hear Peter’s plan. What are your plans, Pete?” You turned to him.

“Oh yeah! Okay, so I came up with a plan while we’re on this Europe trip.” He said excitedly, “First, I’m gonna sit next to MJ on the flight.” Peter began telling you guys about his plan during the Europe trip.

“Mhm.”

“Second, I’m gonna buy a dual-headphone adapter and watch movies with her the whole time.”

“Seems like you got it all in the bag, Pete.” You commented.

“Yeah.” Ned said.

“Three, when we go to Venice—Venice is famous for making stuff out of glass, right?”

“True.” Ned replied and you just shrugged.

“So I’m gonna buy her a black dahlia necklace because her favorite flower is the black dahlia because of, well-“ Ned cut him off.

“The murder.”

“Yes, the murder. Four, when we go go Paris, I’m gonna take her to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and give her the necklace.”

“Oh.”

“You’re quite the romantic huh, Pete. Never knew that you had it in you.” You teased, causing Peter to blush a bit.

“Five, I’m gonna tell her how I feel. And then, six, hopefully she tells me she feels the same way.”

There you go. Peter was so deeply in love with MJ, you really do need to flush your feelings for Peter down the drain, and you know that you don’t stand a chance against MJ. So it’s better to spare yourself from tha pain and heartbreak. But on the hindsight, you’re kind of thankful that you won’t be able to witness all of these stuff, because you certainly won’t be going on the science trip. No one had contacted you yet to offer you a contract, admit it or not, you’re silently wishing someone would send you a contract offer right now so you can have an excuse not to attend the trip. Maybe ask some help from Tony to pull off a few strings for you to not attend the trip.

“Oh, don’t forget step seven.” Ned said.

“Step seven?” Peter raised an eyebrow at Ned in confusion.

“Don’t do any of that.” You let out a snort at Ned’s response.

“What…why?” Peter’s face etched with confusion while looking at Ned.

“Because! Because we’re gonna be bachelors in Europe, Peter.” You playfully rolled your eyes at them and chuckled.

“Bachelors? Really, Ned?” You laughed.

“Ned.” Peter said, looking at Ned seriously.

“Look, I may not know much, but do know this—Europeans love Americans.” Ned defends.

“Really?” Peter questioned.

“And more than half of them are women.” Ned added.

“Are you for real, Ned?” You laughed.

“Yeah!”

“Okay. Sure.” Peter sighed, “But I really like MJ, man, okay? She’s awesome, she’s super funny in a kind of dark way. Sometimes I catch her looking at me, I feel like I’ve stood up.” You raised an eyebrow at Peter.

“Are you sure? Isn’t she a very observant one? Maybe she’s just finally catching onto you being spider-man.” You said.

“I’m sure!” Peter said, looking over your shoulder, “She’s coming. Just don’t say anything!” You shrugged, and saw MJ approaching you guys.

“What up, dorks and (Y/N). Excited about the trip? Also, welcome back, (Y/N).” She smiled at the three of you.

“Hey, MJ. Thanks!” You smiled back at her.

“Hey, yeah, uh, we’re just talking about the trip.” Peter said.

“Yeah, and Peter’s plan!” Ned backed him up.

“You have a plan?” MJ raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t…I don’t have a plan.” He looked at Ned, silently telling him to shut up.

“No, he’s-he’s just gonna collect tiny spoons when we’re travelling to other countries.”

“Like…like a grandmother?” MJ asked, confusion etched on her face.

You let out a laugh. This whole conversation is just so chaotic. Honestly, You have zero reason to hate on MJ, you hate to admit it, but you kind of think that she’s a good match for Peter. They’re both smart and you have no chance against her.

“I’m not collecting spoons. He’s collecting spoons.” Peter quickly pointed at Ned.

You felt your phone vibrated, you pulled out your phone from your pocket and saw a message:

Contract Offer. Matthias Costello. $40,000,000.

“Oh, okay, well…that was a real roller coaster.” MJ chuckles, “By the way, travel tip—you should download a VPN on your phone, so that the government can’t track you while abroad.”

“Smart. Will do.” Peter smiled at MJ.

You didn’t notice that MJ returned her attention to you, you didn’t notice because your attention is still on your phone, until Ned pat your shoulder.

“Oh, sorry! Just reading some message.” You chuckled nervously.

“(Y/N), will you be joining us on the trip?” MJ asked you.

“Seems like I won’t be joining you guys. Something came up on the day we’re leaving for the trip.” You shrugged.

“That’s a bummer!” Ned pouted.

“Yeah, it’s a bummer that you won’t be joining us on the trip, but take care on your trip though.” MJ said, Ned just looking at the both of you back and forth, “Looks like your bruises were way worst than the last time.”

“MJ knows?!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, she does. Didn’t really tell her though, she kind of just knew. I’m cool with it.” You chuckled, “As I said, observant.” You turned to look at Peter.

“Well then, I’ll see you guys on the trip. Good luck as well, (Y/N).” You smiled at her and she left, heading to her seat, and the bell rang. Signaling that the class will be starting soon.

“Woah. Dude, I think thay went really great.” Ned said happily.

“You guys are chaotic. So much for being discreet, I can feel your nervousness radiate, Pete.” You laughed.

It was a slow day, and you couldn’t wait to go home. The class will be leaving soon for the Europe trip, and you need to make a mental note that you need to ask for Tony’s help again in making an excuse for you to not come for the Europe trip. You can’t really reject the contract offer, it’s too good to pass up. Besides, you knew the target and it’ll just be a piece of cake with you.

The last period is already over, and you Happy already texted you that he’s already waiting for you outside of the building.

“Hey, Pete. Will you be coming to the compound for your internship?” You asked as you pack your things.

“Probably, not yet sure if I can make it to the compound. I need to grab a few stuff at Delmar’s that I need for the trip. Why?” He replied to you.

“Nothing, Happy’s waiting for me right outside. Thought you might want to catch a ride with us on the way to the compound, but if you won’t make it, I can tell uncle Tony that you won’t be coming today, since y’know, you gotta prepare for the trip.”

“Yes please. I think I won’t be able to make it anymore to the compound today.”

“Alright, no worries.” You grabbed your bag.

“What?! Tony Stark is your uncle?!” Ned exclaimed, you nodded at him, “You’re so cool, what the heck! Can’t believe we’re friends with an assassin and Tony Stark’s niece!”

“Alright Ned, keep it down. The less people know, the better.” You laughed, “I’ll be going now, guys. Need to prepare my things, I got offered another contract and I’ll be leaving soon.” You smiled.

“Okay, be careful. Your new bruises haven’t healed yet, no need for a new set of bruises.” Peter said. You can’t help it, your heart just fluttered at what Peter said.

“I got this, no need to worry, Pete. I have high tolerance for pain, so I got it convered.” You chuckled, “Bye guys! Can’t keep Happy waiting.” They waved goodbye at you.

“But still, it won’t be that bad to look after yourself.” Peter whispered, which you failed to hear.

You turned and got out, you speed walked outside of the school and search for Happy. You found Happy waiting for you by the curb, and quickly rushed to the car to get inside.

“Hello (Y/N), how’s school?” He looked at you through the rear view mirror.

“School was meh, okay, I guess. The time in there was slower than the time I spent back in Hong Kong.” Happy laughed, “But I’ll be taking a few days off from school…again.”

He turned on the engine of the car and began driving back to the compound. As soon as you arrive at the compound, you need to pack your stuff and spend some time in the weapon and armory room to fix your things.

“Again? Didn’t you just comeback?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, but the offer is too good to pass it up. Besides, I’ve always wanted to take a jab at this guy that I’ve been offered to take a hit on. Had a few run in on the target and his men themselves, so it won’t be that hard, it’ll be just a quick work.”

“How much is the offer this time?”

“Forty million dollars.” You grinned and Happy’s eyes widened.

“Jesus christ!” He breathed out, “Is it really that normal to throw that kind of money when you want to kill someone?”

“Yeah, if you got the money and really wanted to kill someone, feel free to go crazy with the offer. Also it’s kind of a high offer because y’know, given my status in the underworld. So yeah.” You shrug, “It’ll be in the southern part of Italy, in Calabria. I don’t plan on staying too long, since this will just be a quick kill.”

“Don’t you have any classes to attend to?”

“Yeah, but they’re going on a Europe trip. Told them that I won’t be able to join because something important came up. Also, I have other underlying reasons to not go on the said trip.”

“And that is?” Happy looked at you through the read view mirror again.

“Reasons that I can’t disclose. It’s just I don’t want to witness something that will hurt me.”

“Kid, you’re made of steel, what else can hurt you?” He chuckled.

“Well my feelings aren’t.” You said softly as you look out of the car window.

Happy saw how your emotions faltered, he decided not to comment. It’s better not to pry it from you, because it seems that you’re dealing with a deeply personal matter. You had arrived at the compound and Happy parked the car inside the garage, you grabbed your bag and got out of the car.

“Thanks, Happy!” You smiled.

“Anytime.” He smiled back at you.

You rushed inside, heading towards Tony’s lab excitedly. The other day, you asked your uncle if he can make you a mask that resembles the mask of comedy, he was skeptical at your request, but had decided to work on it. He had told you before you left for school that he wanted you to check out the mask when you return. You knocked at the door and entered the lab, Tony was hunched over one of the tables, doing something.

“Hey, uncle Tony! I’m back!” You said excitedly, dropping your bag at one of the chairs.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s school?” You walk towards him and gave him a tight hug.

“School was okay. But hey, need to tell you something.” He motioned you to continue speaking, “I’ll be leaving again. Got offered another contract and I can’t pass it up.”

“When are you leaving?”

“The day after tomorrow. I’ll be heading off to southern part of Italy, in Calabria. I already knew who my target is, gotten to know him years ago. The guy is a total asshole though.”

“How much is the offer this time?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Forty million dollars.” Tony whistled at the amount, “He’s an important person, so the offer is high. Also, I’m the one doing it, so the offer is just enough.”

“What the hell you’ve been doing with those money?” He wondered.

“I stash them, been buying safe houses as well around the world. You can’t be too sure with anything, I always need a place to fall back on when things goes south.” You shrugged.

“Good thinking.” He said proudly.

“Why thank you.” You curtsied at him playfully.

“The mask that you requested is almost done, need to do some last checking before I hand it over to you. Here, why don’t you try it yourself.” He said as he gave you a small round shaped button.

“Where will I put it?” You asked.

“You’ll be placing it at the back of your ears, left or right, you pick. Once it’s attached at the back of your ear, you need to press the button. The mask will automatically appear, and no matter how many people you fight, it won’t come off. Unless the object had been forcefully removed, but no need to worry, it has a strong grip on the skin and I made sure of it.”

You placed the object at the back of your right ear and pressed the button. The masked automatically appeared and covered your face, just like what Tony had told you. You positioned yourself in front of a mirror to check, you tilted your head to the side a bit, observing the mask.

“Please don’t do that, it just gave me the shivers. God you’re a lot more scarier when the mask is on, only thing that is missing is a gun, and it also doesn’t help that you’ve chosen the mask of comedy out of all other mask design.” He rolls his eyes at you, “What do you need it for anyway?”

“As a safety precaution when I do business. You do know that it has already been five months since my last encounter with Tarasov and his men, it had been completely silent on their end. I don’t know what they’re planning, but I know that something doesn’t sit right. This mask is to shake them off of my trail, because I’m sure as hell that they’re keeping tabs on me.”

“That’s valid. Well, it’ll be ready for you by tomorrow, I also installed your own AI for the mask that will help you, there are a bunch of features that is installed inside the mask. You’ll get the hang of it, the AI will help you.”

You nodded at Tony. You clicked the button and the masked had disappeared, you took it off from your ear and gave it back to Tony for the last checking, before totally handing it over to you.

“Thank you so much, uncle Tones for the mask. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, no need to thank me.” He smiled.

“Oh, by the way, I need your help again with something.” He raised an eyebrow at you, “There’s this science trip that we’ll be having in Europe, but as you may know, I won’t be able to attend it because of my business. Can you help me skip it again? Like y’know, pull some strings and call Mr. Harrington and told him that something came up and I won’t be able to join.” You pleaded, pouting and trying your best to do those googly eyes emoji.

“Fine. I’ll call him tonight.”

“Yay! Thank you!” You jumped in excitement and hugged him.

“Do you want to use the private jet or quinjet?”

“Private jet will do. Will Happy be the one accompanying me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Thanks again, uncle Tony! I’ll be going now, need to head to the weapon room to prepare my stuff.” He nodded, “Also, Peter won’t be able to come today. He’s busy buying and packing his stuff for the trip.”

You grabbed your bag from the chair and rushed out of the lab. You went to your room and quickly change into comfortable clothes, heading towards the weapon room. Tony had built you your own space for your weapons, and it’s kept in a heavily locked vault that is made just for you. You unlocked your vault and arrays of guns then gold coins that are inside the cases stacked beneath had greeted you. You already have a game plan on how you’ll be taking down Matthias Costello in one go, and you are already familiar with his routine, so it’ll just be easy for you to put him down.

You grabbed a case where your sniper rifle had been kept, and bringing it to the table to assemble it. You opened the case and began assembling the parts of the rifle. You were so focused on assembling your rifle that you didn’t notice someone entered the weapon room.

“Hey kid, didn’t know that you were in here.” You look up and saw Bucky, behind him was Sam.

“You got called up again?” Sam asked while he put back the weapons that they’re carrying in the proper place.

“What’s up guys, didn’t hear you come in. But yeah, got called up again.” You turned your attention back to assembling your rifle.

“Don’t you have school? Doesn’t you teacher ever wonders where you disappear to everytime you don’t come to school?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, but hey! I completed a whole month of school without any absences, so that’s that.”

“Uh huh. Where you jetting off this time?” Sam asked.

“Will be going to Italy, in Calabria. Heard it’s a nice place, so I’m gonna finish this contract asap and maybe have a mini vacation. Won’t be coming to school anyways since they’ll be off on a Europe trip for god knows how long.”

“Don’t you want to join them?” Bucky said, “It’ll be fun and a great experience for you.”

“Nah. School trips never really piqued my interest.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Isn’t Parker one of your classmates?” You nodded, “So he’s going?”

“Yeah, he’s going. He had been planning some stuff to do during the Europe trip. Like how he’s gonna make a move on his crush and other stuff.” You didn’t saw it, but Sam smirked at you and turned to Bucky. With Bucky just giving him a confused look.

“Aha! I get it now.” You looked up at him and see him smirking, “I know that you have a crush on this spider boy, and you decided to accept the contract so that you won’t be hurt when he professes his love for another girl!”

“What?” You dragged, “You’re crazy, Wilson.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Bucky sent you an amused smile, “Never knew you had a crush on Parker!”

“I don’t know what you both are talking about. You two are crazy on the cuckoos.” You said as you point to your head.

“Come on, girl. You’ve been looking at the boy with heart eyes everytime he’s here.” Sam said.

“I do not, and you can’t prove it!” You defended.

“Everyone literally knows that you like the boy, except for the boy himself because that little shit is oblivious as fuck, and you know him having a crush on some other girl.”

“Now you’re just hurting my feelings. No need to rub it in my face, had too much of it earlier at school.” You sighed. You snapped the last part of your rifle in place and put it down, “Besides, even if I act on it, I’m just setting myself for a big time rejection. He’s so in love and I have no chance, it’s much better to leave it as it is.” You added, as you closed the small case and grabbed a bigger one for the newly assembled rifle.

“If you had joined the trip, you might’ve a chance with him, just saying.” Sam said.

“No. I certainly won’t do any of that sabotage shit. Beside, I hate to admit it, they’re both a good match. Both smart and funny.” You sighed, you checked the scope and pointed the rifle at Sam playfully.

“Don’t point that rifle at me!” Sam said in panic, “We all damn know that you know how to expertly use that shit.” He added, and you just chuckled at him.

You then placed the assembled rifle on the big case, placing a suppressor on the side where you’ll attach it later on. You packed a few guns as well and put it on a separate case.

“You know, you deserve to be happy too, doll, and the hell you saying? You’re smart and funny in your own way too!” Bucky defended, as he softly looked at you.

“Thanks, Bucky. I really appreciate it a lot, and maybe or maybe not, I don’t know. I seriously can’t believe that I’m talking to the both of you about my boy problems. What the hell is happening?” Causing the three of you to laugh, “But anyways, thanks for the pep talk. Somehow it made me feel lighter.”

“It’s no problem. We’re here for you always, if you needed someone to talk to or beat the shit out of Parker, just come to us.” Sam replied as he patted your back lightly, “Of course I’m only kidding about the beating stuff…or am I?” He raised an eyebrow at you, then he laughed.

“Thanks again.” Both of them smiled at you.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” Bucky said as you nodded, “We’ll be heading out first.” Bucky never forgetting to give you a gentle hug.

Bucky and Sam had left the weapon room. It felt good that you got to have a talk with them both, and you were happy that you’re able to confide in them. Once you’re done in packing your weapons, you had closed and locked your vault, and bringing the cases with you back to your room.

You were already inside the plane, on your way to Calabria, Italy and Happy was the only one with you in the private plane. You were double checking everything, from your guns to your rifle. You can’t shake off that feeling when you know that something is bound to happen soon, you are hoping—manifesting, that nothing goes wrong in your job right now. You can’t afford to mess up, and the sooner you finish, the sooner you can have time for yourself. You had decided that while the class is on a trip somewhere in Europe, you’ll be spending a vacation yourself. You are planning on stopping by in Capri.

“Thanks for flying me to Italy, Happy. Really appreciate it.” You smiled at him, as he sat down infront of you.

“Always.”

“Will you be waiting for me or you’ll fly back to New York?” You shut your case close and leaned back on the chair.

“Depends on you, do you want me to wait for you?”

“Hmm, yes please. I’m planning on stopping by in Capri right after I finish the works.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.” Happy nodded at you.

Happy then went back to the pilot seat after your little chat. You’ve been on the air for a few hours now, until Happy announced that the plane is about to land. You already have a vehicle waiting for you when you exit the plane that will be taking you to one of the hotels in Catanzaro, where you’ll be doing your operation.

“Thanks, Happy! I’ll be back in two hours max.” You grabbed your duffel bag and cases.

“Alright, I’ll just be here right on stand by. Call me if anything goes wrong, but I doubt it and good luck!” You saluted at him and got out of the plane.

The car that will take you to one of the hotels in Catanzaro had already be waiting for you. You place your case at the back of the car trunk and got inside the back seat.

“Ciao buona sera. All'hotel guglielmo per favore.” The driver nodded and drove out of the private area in the airport and driving you to the hotel.

Once you arrived at the hotel, you watched the car leave first and went right after at the back area of the building, you won’t be checking in inside the hotel, but rather you’d be using it as you base for your operation. You already had the map of the hotel memorized, every exits for added safety measures and you’ll be operating from the rooftop of the hotel, where you’ll be having a clear view of Costello on the otherside, a clear view of Costello’s hotel room.

When you arrived at the rooftop, you settled your bags on the ground and grabbed the case where you had placed your rifle, you have no problem in getting seen because people won’t be able to recognize you from the rooftop since you’re wearing your usual dark suit. The hotel is already quiet and guests are already sleeping since you arrived at the hotel a litte bit late in the evening, but it’s alright because people won’t be able to hear a loud bang.

You’re crouched on the rooftop, your rifle already ready, as you’re just observing Costello in the scope. You’ll make your move once he has already settled in bed, the best way to take him out is while he’s sleeping, less noise. You reached to your case and grabbed the suppressor, you screwed it onto the end of the barrel, ensuring that your shot would be muffled and won’t attract unwanted attention from Costello’s men or any people around the area. You checked your scope one last time, adjusting it slightly to make sure it was precisely calibrated for the distance that you would be shooting from.

Costello was already getting ready to hit the hay stack. He turned off the lights from his hotel room and turned on the lampshade, you’re finger is already ready to hit the trigger button, and you’re just waiting for Costello to lay down on the bed. When Costello was already on the bed, right when you’re about to hit the trigger, you felt your phone vibrating. You let out a grunt of frustration, who in the wee hours had even thought of calling you right now. You grabbed your phone from the pocket and saw that there was no caller ID.

You decided to ignore it, you put your phone on silent, then tossing it on your duffel bag so that you won’t be disturbed from your work. You’re pretty sure that whoever it is that is calling you, they’ll just call you back. You steadied your rifle, holding his breath and aligning your sights. You aimed the rifle at Costello’s forehead. Pausing for a moment, then pulling the trigger. You had felt the recoil of the rifle against your shoulder.

Costello now lay dead on the bed, with his blood soaking on the pillow of the bed. His men were also nowhere to be found, they are most likely right outside and they probably never heard the shot you made. You immediately went on packing your rifle, when your phone vibrated again. You zipped up everything, and grabbed a baseball cap from your duffel bag. You reached for your phone inside the duffel bag, and had finally decided to answer the call.

“I have been calling you for how many times already.”

Ah, it was Nick Fury.

“How are you, Nick! Been a long time, huh.” You chuckled, “Good to hear from you again.”

“You and Parker are just the same, but at least you didn’t ghost me. Who the hell would think of ghosting Nick Fury?”

“Sorry that I wasn’t able to answer right away. I have a good reason for it before you get all broody. As you know, I’m currently in Calabria, Italy right now, and I just finished a job. So, what do you need?”

“You’re in Italy? Good, I am in Venice right now and I’m in need of your assistance.”

“Wow, Nick Fury asking for my help. What is it, this time?” You chuckled.

“You’ll find out once you get here. Meet me in Venice, you know where to find me.”

“Alright, gotcha.”

You hailed a taxi and told the driver to drive you on the private area of the airport where Happy was patiently waiting for you. You paid the driver and quickly got out of the taxi, and made your way to the plane.

“You’re back quickly, and it hasn’t been an hour.” Happy said.

“The job went smoothly, the additional time was just an extra in case everything went south with the target. Need to be always prepared.” You smiled.

“So off to Capri now?”

“Uh, about that. We’ll be heading to Venice instead.”

“Why the sudden change?”

“Nick Fury just called me and said he needed me to be in Venice.” You shrugged your shoulders, “But hmm, maybe…” You trailed off.

“Maybe what?”

“Do you think we could make a quick stop in Capri?” You grinned cheekily and Happy gave you an unimpressed look.

“Certainly not. You cannot keep Nick Fury waiting. If he said to meet you right now, we go there right now.”

“Come on!” You whined.

“You can go to Capri once this agenda with Nick Fury is done.” Happy said firmly and walked towards the pilot seat, preparing the plane for take off.

“Ugh. Fine. So much for having a mini vacation by myself. Off to Venice we go, then.”

TRANSLATIONS

“Ciao buona sera. All'hotel guglielmo per favore.” - Hello, good evening. To hotel guglielmo please.

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Fukuro Part 1: The Flight

A/N:

Chapter 1: This is a storyline featuring Everglow which I came up with about a year ago but have never gotten around to writing. It’s an original idea and I created my own monster species (the Fukuri, named after the owl in Japan). Some elements are kind of stupid but give me a break. Also, the Yue Hua official is fake, not a real person. Hope you enjoy!

-ちはる

Warning: This series contains graphic depictions or violence and gore, graphic sexual content, and adult language throughout, and is not recommended for persons under sixteen years old. Reader discretion advised.

But here we go.

As the flight took off, I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally safe. For now. I fingered the blade on my back. Blue-tinged steel, infused with a magic that prevented any detection. I had made it through airport security with no problems, but when I reached the boarding terminal, it happened.

Most people don’t know this, but there is indeed a such thing as monsters. But not children’s nightmares like Frankenstein and the boogeyman. These monsters were the Fukuro creatures.

These creatures are vicious. They are csutious, highly intelligent, and have calculating creatures, though they are very cunning and, when presented with the opportunity, are merciless. Their bodies are covered in armor, though they can retract it into their skin at any time to blend in. They seek out prey in large, densely populated areas, targeting one person at a time. Once they find their prey, they hide inside various places, observing their target. When they determine the time when their prey is the most vulnerable, they attack and ruthlessly shred them, eating the remains. They can camouflage themselves most effectively, blending effortlessly into human environments. They can adapt to almost any situation and still find ways to get food. One meal can last one of them months, so they are rarely seen by any. And there is just about no beating them.

But my sword is special. It is also infused with a special toxin, which is the only thing that can destroy them. They target me and do things they wouldn’t usually do to kill me, because they know I can kill them, unlike other people.

“Good evening, passengers, and welcome to flight 192836, nonstop to Seoul.” said the pilot over the intercom. “Please fasten your seatbelts for takeoff.”

I buckled my seatbelt tightly, taking a deep breath. I had been attacked by a Fukuro at the boarding terminal, so was a bit shaken up.

The reason I was going to Seoul would sound ridiculous and basically impossible, but I knew it would work. I was going to find Everglow. Not for any untoward reason, but to warn them of the coming disaster. See, the Fukuro that showed itself in public was only the beginning. The Fukuri were trying to find a way to bring the rest of them to Earth. When their asteroid passed by the Earth, and actually entered its atmosphere all those years ago, some of them fell off and landed on Earth. They don’t sexually reproduce, but a few more have appeared over the years. There are about 300 known Fukuri on the planet right now, and theorists have estimated that there could be as many as two hundred thousand more on the asteroid. If the Fukuro on Earth find a way to bring their fellows here, humanity would be doomed. Scientists had said that the same asteroid was already coming back towards Earth. They didn’t think it would hit the Earth, simply graze its atmosphere again. That’s why I have to warn Everglow. They are of the highest priority in my eyes. I have no family, because I was an only child and my parents died in a plane crash when I was fifteen. I had found my happiness and drowned my sorrows in the charisma and cheerfulness of the Everglow members, so they mean everything to me. And that’s why I have to warn them.

My parents were, to put it bluntly, super rich. My father was an oil tycoon who made millions every year and my mother was a high-ranking executive in an entertainment company. Together, they brought in over half a billion dollars a year. By the time I was fifteen they had saved over 39 billion dollars in their bank account. When they died they left me everything, including our mansion.

So I, of course, decided to use it to build something. My inheritance had been rather large. I had, obviously, inherited the bank account’s money, plus the life insurance money for both of them, plus all the other money they had. It totaled to $126 billion, ¥192 billion, and 209 billion won.

So what was it I built?

Well, first I bought a 2000 square foot plot of land. It didn’t cost too much, but what I built drained a lot of money. I built an enormous metal cube. 12 floors, two of them underground, each 1000 square feet. 12000 feet in total. This was built for survival and was able to stand up to a hydrogen bomb. So, if they were willing, this is where I was going to take Everglow to survive.

You would ask me how I was going to find them to start with, correct? Well, I just happened to be good friends with a high-ranking Yuehua official, Lee Hwang-ja who knew the girls and where they lived. My father got him out of a tight corner a few years back, and he considers himself in our family’s debt. He’ll do the occasional favor for me now and then. He also believes the Fukuro theory and plans to join me in the cube, with or without the Everglow.

The majority of the flight passed without incident. We were nearing Seoul when we ran into a bit of turbulence and the pilot’s voice spoke over the intercom.

“Attention, passengers,” he said, “We are about thirty minutes from our destination and are experiencing some mild turbulence. Please fasten your seatbelts until we arrive in S - AHHHHHHHHH!”

A bloodcurdling scream sounded, and many passengers around me screamed as well. A sickening crunch and a crack played from the speaker, and then the line went dead.

“Shit!” I cursed, and jumped out of my seat. I drew the blade from under my shirt and ripped back the curtain separating the compartments just as the Fukuro burst into first class. People screamed and got out of their seats.

“Get into the next compartment!” I shouted. “Go!”

They ran into the compartment I had just come from, leaving just me and the beast. Pale white skin, narrowed, yellow eyes with slit pupils, a mouth full of fangs, and claws like daggers, the Fukuro stood before me. Judging by the uniform on the floor in shreds, it had been disguised as the co-pilot, but now had revealed its true form. A pool of blood was leaking into the compartment, and I could see a broken leg with a snapped bone sticking out of it. The Fukuro looked at me, then my sword, sensing the power in it, and growled. It crouched down like a cat, maintaining a spring-like tension, preparing to lunge. I waited, my sword ready, our eyes locked. From behind the creature, an alarm went off as we began losing height.

It sprung forward, claws outstretched, and I swung. The blade passed cleanly through its shoulder and severed its arm, but the other arm came swinging around and its claw swiped my upper arm. The cut didn’t seem to be deep, and I barely took notice of it. I swung the sword again and slashed its chest. It fell back, roaring and clutching the gash. I rushed forward in attack again, this time finishing it. I gave the monster one final vicious diagonal uppercut that took its head off. A fine spray of blood spattered my white shirt as the Fukuro’s neck sprayed everywhere. I would need to get rid of it, but how? The only way to get it off the plane was to jettison it, and the only door was in here, which I realized was empty so it didn’t matter. I took the creature by the arm and heaved it up. It was extremely heavy, at least 200 pounds. I lugged it to the door in first class and steeled myself for opening it. The Fukuro’s body was already beginning to dissolve from the toxin, and I took ahold of the handle on the door. Turning it, I slid the door open with much effort and threw it out the door, feeling my own feet starting to slip. I wrenched the door shut and locked it.

I sprinted forward into the cockpit and grabbed hold of the steering wheel, pulling down hard to bring the nose up. I had had flying lessons a year ago and knew the basics of flying a plane. In any case, we only had about twenty-five minutes left anyway. I carefully took the headset, which was also splattered with Fukuro blood, from the pilot’s head and placed it on my own, connecting with Korean airspace control.

“Japan Airlines flight 192836, requesting clearance for landing.”

“Flight 192836, you have clearance for landing on runway eight. Wind direction is 5 miles per hour to the west.”

“We have had a bit of a situation onboard.” I said casually, eyes straining for the airport. It was well known all around the world that the Fukuri were real, as confirmed by governments, so I decided to tell the the truth. “The captain is dead and the co-pilot…well…he was a Fukuro.”

The woman’s voice became more serious and a slight trace of panic was discernible.

“Is anyone else dead? Are there more in the aircraft?”

“No, fortunately we managed to, uh, get rid of it.” I didn’t like to tell people about my sword or the toxin in held. “I think the entire crew was dead as well, unfortunately.”

“Who is speaking, then?

“I am a passenger, ma’am. I have experience in flying, however.”

I saw the airport and the air traffic control tower come into view.

“I can see the runway. Am I still cleared to land?”

The woman’s voice sounded definitely panicked now. No sound came over the radio for a few moments, then she spoke again.

“Yes, you have clearance to land. Runway eight.”

I began to steer the plane towards the large number eight painted on the runway and lowered the landing gear. We touched down and slowly came to a stop. Immediately, the little cart came and started pulling the plane into place. The hallway between the airport terminal and the plane extended and connected to the plane. I heard the sound of an airlock being broken as I opened the door, and several SWAT team personnel came running in, ushering people out and wielding assault rifles.

They all came into first class, where I was.

“Where is the pilot?” One asked, stepping forward.

I pointed to the cockpit. He looked inside.

“Holy Christ, what happened here?”

“The Fukuro attacked him and nearly killed the entire first class.” I replied.

“You need that checked.” Another said, nodding at the cut in my arm.

“I’m fine.” I said, shrugging it of, since the wound wasn’t really that deep. “Are all the passengers alright?”

“Shaken up, but physically fine. I know what those things look like.”

“So can I go?”

“Just a moment” he said, holding out a hand. “What exactly happened?”

“Well, the pilot said over the intercom that we were nearly there, the we were running into a bit of turbulence, and to fasten our seatbelts. Then he screamed, and the Fukuro basically crushed the life out of him. I got up and went into first class and told everyone to go to where I had just been. I overpowered the Fukuro and jettisoned it, then flew the plane to the runway after being cleared to land. That’s basically it.”

The soldiers looked at each other, impressed.

“If what you’re saying is true, you’ve been extremely bold and saved about three hundred lives. We could use someone like you on the force. I’m sure the other passengers will be very grateful. You may go.”

I stepped past them and into the hallway, gratefully exiting and heading towards a large sign that read ‘Kaito Kobayashi (my name), held by a smiling and completely unaware Hwang-ja.

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Mama: Chapter Fourteen

A/N: Turns out I haven’t posted a new chapter in months. Oops. Anyway, here y’all go

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: mentions of killing, fighting, possible cursing,

Words: About 1k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

My body absorbed the recoil and I followed the body as it dropped. Then found another one to shoot.

13. Thirteen men were killed in the span of two minutes. Eventually they learned not to go outside, but that didn’t stop me from scoping the ones I was able to shoot inside. Or switching to the thermal scope and doing the math of those who were close enough that the bullet would reach them through the wood, and those who were just out of my range.

After a couple seconds of not finding anyone, I was nudged by Barnes. I glanced over to him, giving me a hand signal to move in. I turned my comms back on and was flooded by the voices of my team. Everyone confirmed their positions and started the assault on the compound. I kept my eyes trained on the compound, sensing Barnes pull out his own rifle and get into position next to me, starting to help pick off the soldiers as we saw them. Explosions from both inside and outside the compound were heard and seen, and I turned my focus on observing the place as a whole.

Watching the rest of the team weave in and out of the building, the explosions and small fires starting, and hearing the muffled gunshots reminded me of my time in the Marines…as well as my wife.

“(L/N), we need you in this. They’re everywhere and hiding inside.” Steve’s voice rang through the comms as I kept searching for more agents.

“Explains the lack of agents I’m seeing. Do you need me anywhere in particular?” I asked as I started snapping the mounts off my rifle and getting off the ground, reloading until I had a full cartridge.

“Just go and kill the bad guys.” Barnes spoke up from beside me, shouldering his rifle. “We’ll head to the middle, keeping cover for each other until we’re able to get into the building. Since it’s the front it’s a guaranteed death sentence with the sentries, but we should be able to get it under control.”

“Should?” I questioned, packing my pockets with more ammunition for both my rifle and pistol.

“I’m just going to say that we’re probably going to run out of ammunition. Quickly.” He told me as he started down the hill we were set up at.

Tailing him, keeping back about a dozen feet, we got to the first set of decent cover. They were short, cement walls that reminded me of the barriers you saw separating the oncoming traffic from the opposing back home.

Kneeling down, Barnes across me motioned to the entranceway, I carefully peered over and noticed a few soldiers lingering near the front, more inside than outside, there were a few that I could get with my rifle if I got closer, but the rest were too far in to get to until we got inside.

“Why aren’t they helping the others?” I mouthed to Barnes, he just shrugged and made a motion with his hands for us to split apart and then move forward.

I shook my head, his rifle was an automatic and while it could be used for long distance, it was truly meant for shorter distance, as well as the fact his bullets didn’t penetrate as far as mine did. There were benefits to both of our rifles, but it all came down to the fact that mine was a sniper rifle and his was a regular rifle.

“You want to lead?” He mouthed back as I peered over the doorway, observing them for a minute as well as the entrance itself. Two heavy steel doors, coated with rust but stood firm with the Russian winter, one ajar only slightly, probably a few feet, that let me get a good look inside. Then an idea sparked in my mind, so stupid it might just work.

I motioned for Barnes to come closer to me, and once he was beside me I explained the plan, soon enough going on the comms to rope in the team. Once my idea was accepted, they started targeting the specific areas I asked and that’s about when Barnes and I walked straight up to the entrance and walked inside.

Stiff, straight, and with dead-set eyes the (former) Winter Soldier and the Angel of Death walked into the Hydra-infested building.

The soldiers immediately came to a halt, saluting us as we walked past them as if they didn’t exist. We headed up a flight of stairs into what was estimated to be the head of command office. Without knocking on the door, we both entered.

A dark-haired man, about thirty to possibly forty was in the room sitting behind a massive mahogany desk. His dark green eyes locked with mine and I paused, he looked so familiar…

He leaned back into his chair, raising a hand to his chin and staring at us before speaking in a deep voice, “Зимний Солдат и Ангел Смерти входят в мой кабинет…” A small smile on his face as he looks us up and down. “И во врагах камуфляж”

(The Winter Soldier and the Angel of Death Walk into my office…and in the enemy's. fatigues)

We both stood there, complacent. The man got up from the desk and circled us, observing us as if we were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.

“Разговаривать.” He commanded. (Speak)

“Готов выполнить.” both Barnes and I spoke simultaneously. (ready to comply)

The man stood in front of me, arms behind his back.

“You are not under Hydra influence anymore, are you, Mr. Barnes and Ms. (L/N)?”

Well shit.

#avengers x reader #miscfandomwrites #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #mama #marvel x reader #marvel #natasha x reader

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How "famous" are Connor and Kara during the game? What's their public image like?

Nothing major, just some few observations i don't see people talking about. I just wanted to leave this saved in here. Maybe can inspire somebody, who knows.

I won't be talking about Markus cuz his whole deal is exactly the public image in this game, so i'll be only commenting on "CyberLife's new detective prototype" and "the runway AX400".

⚠️ ALERT OF POOR ENGLISH SKILLS AND EXPLANATIONS. I also got a bit of HC here to help expressing my feelings.

-> Kara, the rogue AX400 model

A quick summary: She got a price on her head...and Alice made her life difficult. Don't worry, i gonna explain.

Although having a common face can be an advantage in some infiltrations, Kara's face can also be a target on her back, even if she changed appearance.

Everything start with her escape from Todd (determinant murder). In the night she escapes itself everything was cool tho but there was a big problem: witnesses. She walked into public spaces (like the bus), got a kid by her side, can even steal some stuff and point a gun at people - and ofc these are TRACKS. Want something worse? Her case appears on TV.

If Todd is alive he even gives an interview

Now she's wanted by the law.

People in the region is wary for any AX400 with her likeness, the police is all over the region trynna find someone with the discriptions. A girl with the AX400 likeness, without a LED and in human clothes? IT'S HER.

(she was lucky the guy from the motel didn't insist in her ID)

And u can notice her "disguise" ain't that perfect cuz the police can still recognize her - probably cuz of the fact she looks like an AX400, changed appearance and GOT A KID ON HER SIDE (likely the discription given by the bus guy).

But Kara is also lucky: these types of case are becoming constant. The number of "androids going rogue" rising. Although she's all over the news, she's still a commercial android. If she escapes it's likely people would forget about her after some time cuz there will be another case like this and other suspicious AX400s.

So my bet is "the rogue AX400 on the run" is something well known, but may be forgettable - not the case per se but "WHO" this actually is.

Nobody knows "Kara", only the "dangerous AX400 from the chase" the police struggled. But we got a LOT of AX400s and lotta of 'em gonna go deviant. It's even funny how they especulate the "young woman" and "little girl" are 2 defective machines. These unconfirmed sources are always so fucking shady.

And u see nobody recognizes her outside Detroit (for whatever reason), not even the cop, even with her case on the news. Idk if it was difficult implementing something checking if the police recognized her or not (meaning they would get an update on Kara's "new" appearance).

I guess was something local, her case is public - but her name? Nah. Again: even tho we got disadvantages when spotted in small regions, if she disappears she has just...dissapeared. Even the "Android Crime Unit" gives up her case 😂

-> Connor RK800, CyberLife's new prototype

First of all i think his face was probably in all places after this hostage situation.

Even if he fails, some cut stuff suggests some people remembered him as the android negotiator in Partners (when the 2 chapters didn't had a 2 months time skip).

I bet he was all over the internet too, although i think his name was unknown in that period. The only ones that knew his name was probably the SWAT team - "My name's Connor, i'm the android sent by CyberLife".

And then we got Ortiz's case. Reporters were there and everybody saw an android entering the crime scene (what they ain't supposed to do) with Lt. Anderson - a known figure in the city, quite famous in law enforcement i'd say.

Later in the game is mentioned in the news a new "detective prototype" was assigned to the DPD from several sources, the first case of an android with active role in crime scenes. Also the fact a "Android Crime Unit led by Anderson" was formed. I honestly don't know if they knew Connor's name, but his model series ain't difficult to find out or getting leaked. From there it's even easier getting both information together. For now the public don't know "Connor".

I assume after The Nest and On the Run (where Connor appears in public again and gathers LOTTA attention) everybody already know at least about the RK800 from the hostage situation now working with the Police Department. If it's positive or negative i really don't know, but he def gathered attention esp if he's succesful. The chase on the highway also gets on the news. My bet would be people inside the police department know his name, or at least "Connor, the detective prototype model".

By Public Enemy i assume overall cops know him, like that one that can be saved in The Hostage. He's recognized by his face, model and name. I like imagining after Markus speech was expected Anderson and Connor would be called, after all it's the "Android Crime Unit". Maybe it's limited tho, Perkins doesn't seem to know 'em so i think Connor ain't known in federal level law enforcement. It's at this point i think Connor is starting to make a name as "Deviant Hunter" among the deviants. We've already had The Eden Club murder case, the Ortiz murder case, the Hostage situation, Connor and the police searching for the runway (killer) AX400.

For the average people on the streets i think "RK800 Connor, the CyberLife's latest prototype, the detective model" is already recognized at least if mfs watch the news about androids, and he also got a name in law enforcement - now also known by the FBI.

So yea, i'd say he's quite known but i wouldn't call him a celebrity, esp cuz androids are in a negative pov in this universe. Also ain't cuz Connor is known that he'll also be relevant. "Androids investigating androids?" must be a common question too. In law enforcement it's likely he's "disliked" cuz means androids are now taking active roles from humans, but the public opinion probably print a "protector of human lives" kinda image depending on his succesful actions like the Hostage one (if he saved Emma) and the Stratford Tower one (if he prevented a massacre), but i'd take it with a grain of salt. It raise questions which CyberLife always remain silent and the authorities refuse sayin' something. And what happens when we ain't got official sources? Rumors are spread and opinions are overall divided.

But it's a valid questioning the average folk would have: is Connor really a detective model? Why can he use guns? Why we got androids using weapons now? How do we know he won't turn against humans? How do we know CyberLife ain't pulling 'em strings again? Will androids replace humans in every single space?

Only thing i know is Connor is "recognizable".

And if he bring the army? Damn, that shit was all over the news. People would def comment.

#dbh #detroit become human #kara ax400 #connor rk800

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roo-bastmoon · 1 year

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Qobuz & ARMY Conduct in Solo Era

We know we need to buy Like Crazy and Face more to help Jimin avoid free fall on the charts this week. Scroll down to learn how to buy on Qobuz if you haven't already.

It's my understanding that sales count for Billboard charts if you use 1 credit card per digital purchase, 1 credit card for up to 4 physical purchases. Whether or not you can use the same email address is up to each site (BTS US store yes, iTunes no).

Speaking only for myself, for digital purchases, I've made 6 iTunes accounts and bought the singles and albums (and alterative versions) there; I've also purchased all digital versions on Amazon Music and WeVerse and bought Like Crazy off a Stationhead listening party. For physical copies, I have purchased both albums each from Amazon, Target, and Weverse. For all 24 hours of every day, I have 6 premium free trial accounts running playlists on Spotify, YouTube, Apple Music, and Amazon Music.

Puppykitties? I am tired. But it's Jimin, so...

I'm here to tell you about one more option, and then I have to call it a day and just keep streaming on my premium accounts, because I'm maxing out of money and energy.

Qobuz is a digital store that counts for BB100 and it was incredibly easy for me to sign up using my Facebook and purchase Face. I didn't sign up for a streaming service or agree to anything else; I literally just logged in via Facebook and bought the album for download.

Here's the link, have at it:

Remember you need to download each track by clicking on WMA button and letting it play for a few seconds on your device.

Here's what that looks like:

I'm certain you're tired by now and ready to call it a day, but if you can afford another $7 purchase, please buy this digital album one more time on Qobuz if you haven't already. It's easy and a trusted site. If you cannot, please reach out to Jimin USA and Jimin Funds and make a new iTunes account and buy with their gift cards.

Jimin has been dragged up and down stan twitter this week (we knew it was gonna happen no matter what) and now the "ARMY" fans who did nothing to help Face are gearing up to help D-Day* instead, so we really need to do our best to purchase this week and then keep streaming like it's our full-time job.

*A note about Yoongi and D-Day--and how we need to conduct ourselves as ARMY.

I'm OT7. I will get behind every single one of their projects. I can't wait to cheer Yoongi on during his Newark concert. I understand that the boys are releasing content on top of each other because enlistment is coming up soon. I trust the Tannies have agreed to their promotion times and plans. So please do not bring any shade to any member to my blog--I'll boot you.

However, it's very clear to me that almost 40% of this fandom ships a pairing that demonizes Jimin and many simply feel neutral at best about him and do not put in much effort to defend him or support him. Just my observation; maybe lots of fans feel this way about their own bias. I'm simply noticing how big accounts have been damned near radio silent for Face and are already organizing streaming and buying parties for D-Day's prerelease this week.

Add to that how hard we've been working to stream for Jimin, and yet Spotify and YouTube (especially YouTube) are deleting millions of streams every day. I share your pain and frustration over this. I think it's normal to talk about it in the DMs. But let's keep a clean timeline.

For fans of Jimin, we should act in a way that would honor Jimin and make him proud. Please do not whine or dwell on any negativity; do not badmouth a member or those who bias another member or the company they all work for. Definitely do not waste any precious time or energy dogfighting antis online. Please support Yoongi and all the boys as much as you can.

Keep it classy, even if you wish Jimin had more individual promotion time or radio play or more music videos and playlisting or whatever you perceive should have been done differently. It is what it is, and we want our boys to feel supported, not judged.

Despite all the bullshittery, Jimin has done remarkably well and gifted us with an amazing album. Letter alone is enough to keep my heart lit up like a firecracker for a good long time. So please, remember to conduct yourself as a true ARMY, and any injustices you perceive, answer it with rage-buying and rage-streaming.

Meet them in the charts, not the streets.

Now, I have myself a nice little sinus infection blooming into a full grown migraine today, so I'm gonna take a wee break and rest up. But I am around, and usually more active on my TWITTER if you want to be friends there. And I'll be streaming nonstop, you can be assured.

Please do your best my puppykitties. Talk more with you soon.

Love, Roo

#jimin

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incompetent-witch · 9 months

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My Complaints About the Witchy Community #1

When I first started looking at the witchcraft community, on Reddit, Discord, YouTube and TikTok, I was having fun, even though I was more of an observer and didn’t ever post anything except for one or two things. It was all new to me, so obviously it was very fun at first.

It took me only a month to realize there are are lot of dangerous and problematic collective behaviors in this community as a whole. Cause there are a lot of issues. Like we all talk about cultural appropriation, and I would say that that’s the number one issue for sure, but this series of posts aren’t gonna be in order of significance, but rather issues I have with the over all witchy community as I think of it. That and I’d rather do a lot more research on cultural appropriation in general before chiming in. There are lots of people smarter than me who actively talk about it too.

Guys, I came from an extreme evangelical christian household, with a concentration on doomsday. And obviously, they’re highly republican. So I’m gonna tell you right now, I know fear mongering when I see it. I was born in it, drowned in it, and came out the other side. (Thank fuck)

Like, most every creator out there will tell you to literally cleanse and ward every two seconds. Like, I get it, it’s an easy thing to do so really good for beginners to get started with. But that’s not really what’s happening, is it? No, everyone is paranoid as fuck. And our contemporaries teach us to look over our shoulder every second. How many times have I seen or read about people doing return to senders, because they just decided that someone they know casted a curse on them, based off of what exactly? For feeling a little tired lately? C’mon guys.

This cattiness causes people to throw reversals and curses left and right, use words like “Psychic Vampire” when whoever they’re targeting are literally not. Even if they were, that’s a legitimate magical practice. Like guys, they’re fine. They’re not scary, they’re not dangerous. Stop making weird-ass assumptions about other practitioners. Honestly, stop making weird-ass assumptions about random, normal INNOCENT people in general.

Why am I so upset about this? Because we have created a community filled with paranoia and even at times hysteria. It’s conspiracy theory level stuff, (I.E, starseeds, which originates in rewriting history, which is the definition of conspiracy theories.) which has no business being in witchy circles.

We have curse wars and people screaming on planes because they have decided that someone sitting behind them “Is not real!!” (NPC’s conspiracy has entered the chat) 🙄

And don’t even get me started on the constant, ‘evil eye’. Yeah, it’s a genuine traditional concept that exists in different forms across many different cultures, and I’m not saying it’s wrong AT ALL. I’m saying that this aspect of most of our practices is being taught to beginners so much that they just end up seeing everything as scary. More experienced and Influential creators included. PEOPLE WERE LITERALLY SUSPICIOUS OF THEIR OWN FRIENDS AND FAMILY BECAUSE THE DIDN’T LIKE THE SMELL OF ‘PROTECTIVE’ INCENSE….

There is nothing wrong with having a few wards, an evil eye necklace, or cleansing frequently. I personally love running around my room with a stick of incense. It’s fun. I’m not attacking any one individual here. This is no-ones fault, BUT as a community, this is a problem that I have not seen anyone discussing in a way that connects all of these elements together.

People are always screaming “SPIRITUAL PSYCHOSIS!!!” When that is a made up term, and completely disregards the fact that we have MADE THEM THIS WAY! They’re freaking out because we taught them they should be. There’s so many layers to the whole ‘spiritual psychosis’ thing. It in and of itself is ablest. (I’ll make a separate post about it, cause I’ve needed to vent about it for a while now.)

And you know what it brings me back to?

Exorcisms. Evangelicals claiming you have a demon inside of you. Abusive religious parents calling everything demonic. Attacking their own children for doing normal things, or just assuming they did something unclean or whatever and punishing them anyways. I’ve seen a lot.

Good old fashioned Religious-Fear mongering. Because spirituality is still a religion. Don’t make the same mistakes as the Christian churches have done.

A lot of us came from Christianity, and because of our resentment we brought with us none of the good. We only carried with us all of the bad, incorporated it into our craft, wrote about it, preached about it, and ultimately taught others to do the same. And it REALLY shows.

The witch community is just afraid of rebranded demons. STOP LOOKING FOR SCARY THINGS IN THE DARK. THERE IS NOTHING THERE.

And homies, I’m not talking about those curses, complicated rituals, or any spell or ritual that deals in dangerous entities or concepts.

I’m talking about those who do this for good luck spells, glamour magic, focus spells, all the little safe spells that isn’t going to kill you. None of these things are gonna kill you. Some people do these extra cleansing and warding because they enjoy the ritual. Some people do it for peace of mind. I do it because It get’s me in the mood for spell-work, and I find it relaxing.

Nope, I’m specifically talking about the people who do it out of fear from every little inconvenience. Which is just a symptom of a bigger problem.

If you’re gonna do a video, write a post, or a book that includes teaching a lot of cleansing, warding, banishing and reversals, it NEEDS to include clarification that you don’t have to do it. Remind people that they’re SAFE.

Like, seeing all of this, with no one addressing it… I almost left because the similarities between christianity and the state of occult based spirituality was uncanny. And that was scary.

Well, someone had to say it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna burn myself on the stake.

#witchcraft #Incompetent-witch vents about her own community #paranoia #fear mongering #tw; abuse

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year

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Sweetness

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Battinson) x F!reader

Warnings: just fluff!

Word Count: 664

Summary: Bruce comes back from his nightly patrol to find a sweet surprise in the kitchen.

A/N: I’ve always had a thing for Bruce Wayne, but then I watched The Batman and fell head over heels for Battinson. So here I am, imagining baking him cookies in the wee hours of the morning and spreading my madness to my lovely Tumblr folx. Anyway, hope you like it! Enjoy!

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The smell hit him halfway up the elevator shaft. Sweet, a little spicy, warm. If he was still in the cowl he might’ve been able to identify it a few seconds sooner. As it was, he exited the elevator and followed the smell of freshly baked cookies into the kitchen of the penthouse.

The smell was anomalous in the Gothic decor of his home — sweetness amongst all the sharp decorative edges. Dark antiques that typically smelt of dust and age now held a bouquet of sacchariferous aromas. What did fit were the chords of grunge music coming from the kitchen. Bruce stalked across the penthouse and entered the epicenter of the smells and you, the source of it all.

He remained silent as he watched you, bent over a cooling rack full of gingerbread people with a piping bag in your hand. Your brow was furrowed in concentration, pink tongue peeking out from between your lips. For a moment he simply observed you, your deft movements, your intense attention to your task.

While he was loath to admit it, he liked having you around. Alfred had hired you as his personal assistant, which really meant you were Bruce’s personal assistant, six months ago. Within the first few weeks you had figured out his nocturnal identity and began helping him in a more…unofficial capacity. You worked on reconnaissance, finding information about targets and criminals and details that Bruce couldn’t have dug up on his own. He fancied himself a damn good detective, most of his recent successes were due to your hard work.

“Back so soon? It’s hardly two am,” you commented, not taking your eyes off your work.

“Slow night,” he replied, leaning against the doorframe. “What’s all this?”

You shrugged, “Slow night. I got bored, so I thought I’d make some Christmas cookies.”

Bruce took a step into the kitchen, “You bake?”

“Not normally, but it’s the holidays.” You said that like it was an explanation. His earliest holiday memories, the ones that still included his parents, included cookies but not baking. He’d seen movies, he knew it was something other families did, but it never occurred to him that you would enjoy something like that.

“Right,” he grunted, sitting across the kitchen island from where you were working. It was then that he noticed what shape the cooled and decorated batch of enticingly-scented cookies were in.

Bats.

You had made gingerbread bats with black icing.

“I made the bats for you…I was going to bag them up and leave some on your pillow for when you got back tonight but since you’re here…” you trailed off, concentrating once more on the gingerbread people.

Bruce remained silent, still staring at the sugary bats. He opened his mouth ro say something, anything, but nothing came to mind. It was like his brain had short-circuited like it did whenever you made one of your thoughtful gestures — leaving him a homemade bruise remedy, draping a blanket over his shoulders when he fell asleep in the batcave, making him a “Kicking Bad Guy Ass” playlist and loading it onto the batmobile’s on-board computer. These gestures puzzled him at first, but now he understood.

You were the sweetness in the air of his home. The warm spring breeze through the stuffy halls after a long winter. Bright lemon squeezed into strong dark tea. A silk shirt under a scratchy wool coat. A ray of moonlight from behind the thick clouds that crowded his mind.

You were a change, a welcome one but also one that made familiar panic rise in his throat.

What if he lost you, too?

To cover for his mute panic, he snatched a bat off the cooling rack and rose to his feet, exiting the kitchen and disappearing to his room. He didn’t see your wry smile following him out of the room.

In the morning all of the bats had been devoured, an incriminating trail of crumbs leading right toward Bruce’s bedroom door.

#battinson #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fic #rpatz batman #baking cookies #sweetness

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the-rebel-archivist · 2 months

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13 and 14 for Lucien? 👀

Thank you for the questions!

13. I haven’t plotted out too far and have left it open ended; there are some whispers of possible DLC and as Withers says, their story is not over yet. Mainly I’ve stuck to the threads started for him in the epilogue - he spent a few months researching his origin, visiting Candlekeep and delighting the scholars who were full of questions about the unique circumstances surrounding his birth.

Afterwards he prepared to join Minthara as she raised an army to conquer her own House in the underdark; many people who felt like they didn’t belong anywhere else were drawn to the cause purely because he was there.

So in my head he’s in the underdark now, but coming up to help Lae’zel out here and there and to check in on Shadowheart. All of them need to find ways forward without their former gods.

14. I did already answer this one so I’ll cheat and give the 3rd and 4th things!

Something to keep in mind while working with Luci is just how much he stands slightly to the left of expectations about anything, appearance, class, gender, etc. He’s agender, he doesn’t fit anywhere within this system at all. If anything his gender is murder. Or slayer. He was crafted for that. But he goes by any pronouns, mostly he just because none really fit anyway so it’s easy and because he takes some joy in observing people trying to work out if he fits gendered expectations. This is especially strange for him in the underdark; he was raised on the surface and experiencing such a heavily gendered society is incredibly odd to him.

The last thing to keep in mind is how much he struggles trying to balance a desire for belonging/craving for acceptance with an oathbreaker paladin’s inclination toward freedom.

Lucien is strange and off putting and even when he’s perfectly friendly he can come off as an uncanny valley representation of a person. It’s made it hard to connect and made him easy to target by people who might pick on him out of fear. But what he truly longs for is for his Father to tell him he’s done a good job, that he’s proud of him, that he’s done everything right and found his place and is exactly where he belongs and can be celebrated for it. He had it, back before Orin and the tadpole. Now… he keeps striding forward to go make Father proud but there’s a little voice at the back of his mind that says no, be free.

The oathbreaker longing for freedom from bonds is always there. He thought he could manage both if he was allowed to be his Father’s champion without coercion but he wasn’t, it was all or nothing. And he can’t let go of all. He made his choice and his choice was freedom over any sense of belonging from having chosen the purpose he was made for. Now he needs to take some time to recognize where he does belong: with the misfits in their rag tag group

#lucien the faithless

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crowfeatherquill · 7 months

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Someone and Something

“So...I’m gonna assume you’re aware that breaking and entering is illegal.”

“Call a squad car, then, officer.”

Rowan leaned heavily against the counter in his kitchen and observed the woman that had, for all intents and purposes, broken into his apartment. She was bold -- that much was obvious -- standing near the window in a bright red leather coat, with not a hint of reticence on her face. She gave off the distinct impression that she was daring him to do something she knew he wouldn’t do.

He sighed.

“Great. So long as we’re on the same page about that, who are you, exactly?”

“Kit Carlisle.”

Rowan blinked.

“The reporter? What...could you possibly be expecting to achieve here? There are avenues for interviews that don’t involve--”

“I’m not here for a fucking interview, Grey. I’m here because the word on the street is that you’re pretty on-purpose bad at your job. And the fact that you haven’t been publicly crucified and fired over it yet means you might actually be pretty good at getting away with it, too.”

This caught Rowan’s attention. His posture tensed and he inclined his head just slightly. If she was here to blackmail him, she’d made an interesting choice of target, all things considered. But...she didn’t seem the type for that. Which made him all the more curious what she did want.

“Alright,” he kept his tone low and even, attempting to de-escalate. “So...what?”

“So,” she moved over to sit on his couch, which, again, bold, “I need help. From someone who actually gives a shit and might even have the resources to do something without getting immediately arrested.”

“And your best plan was to break into a police officer’s apartment?” Rowan’s tone had gone entirely flat. “Have you considered, I dunno, filing a report?”

Kit just stared at him. Alright, maybe not the strongest argument he’d ever made. Likely any problem involving the words ‘immediately arrested’ would get buried nigh immediately as soon as it was entered into the system. Even he had to admit that. He scrubbed his hand down his face.

“Alright. Okay. Point. What exactly is it that you think I’ll be able to help you with?”

“I think my friend’s in over his head. And I can’t find anyone else who’s willing to go with me on it.”

Rowan nodded, slowly.

“Alright. And what gives you that impression?”

“Off the record?”

“I mean I haven’t called this in yet. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

This time, it was her turn to sigh. She leaned forward and her gaze got distant for a moment -- just long enough for Rowan to get the impression that this was actually as serious as she was making it out to be -- before she seemed to come back to herself. Her expression set into something hard, determined, even as she gripped her hands a little tighter together.

“Up until about a year ago, he was an active vigilante. One of the best, actually. Had his hands in community movements all up and down the coast. He was...friendly. Kind. Real ray of sunshine kind of guy. And then one day it’s like he just...snapped. Went off the deep end. Dropped off the face of the planet for a few months and the next time any of us saw him, he was running with criminals. Helping them. Like he’d just...completely switched sides overnight.”

Rowan listened, quietly, and restrained himself from commenting. She seemed awfully sure that her ‘friend’ was in trouble and not just a sudden turncoat, and he wasn’t about to fight her on it. Not in this situation, at least.

“It’s...it doesn’t line up. Something’s wrong. I know it is, but I can’t get a hold of him to press him about it and nobody else will fucking help me. So. Here I am. Breaking into a cop’s apartment. You in, or what?”

“Woah woah, what do you mean in? What exactly do you think I can do about any of this? You’ve essentially given me some vague anecdotal suspicion that your friend started acting strangely about a year ago. That’s not exactly pursuable, I’m not a private investigator.”

“Well someone has to do fucking something!” She slammed one fist against the back of the couch and Rowan heard something crack. He winced.

“I’m not saying I won’t,” he said, bringing his hands up to try to placate her, “I’m just not sure what exactly you were expecting.”

The fight seemed to go out of her and she slumped against the couch.

“I...don’t know. Something.”

#original work #original fiction #original story #superheroes #setting: cascade hero society

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Jess/Leto + i’m not afraid of you.

Early-era emotion-ball, PG-ish, also on ao3

She’s doing all of this wrong.

Jessica knows what she’s supposed to do, a few months into her placement – be pleasing, be quiet, be convenient, learn everything she can about her target through intimacies because that is the whole point of throwing a young and moderately pretty girl to the wolves. And she is trying, oh she is trying with more effort than she’d expected to need, and it isn’t enough. Her natural inclinations, her training, and her developing understanding of her circumstances do not combine into enough.

She blames herself, though she is unsure where to start. She is perhaps too quiet and not adaptable enough for the fate she has been given – not meant to waste her potential on someone’s arm, she knows that much, but her own dormant desires should not distract her so much. There will be ways to use her ambitions in time, but that requires trust first, that requires-

Perhaps the greater problem, she thinks on another evening alone in her private spaces, is that she isn’t the only one in over her head.

She has justified these few months of mere observance, justified learning what exactly she’s dealing with before she starts to interfere, and she is troubled by some of what she sees. The man they assigned her to is good, above all else good in a way that confuses her, but haunted by the weight of legacy and obligation. She can see where she fit in, one more responsibility he didn’t want, one more detail to work around, and she has been treated well despite that but-

A soft knock on the door distracts her from her thoughts. She’s tempted to ignore, can’t imagine why anyone might want her attention at this hour, nothing had been communicated to her earlier and at least she has consistently been given the mercy of fair warning and-

Curiosity pushes her out of her perch in a chair, a pleasant uncertainty blossoming as she crosses the small distance. Her place here is still evolving, and she’s not entirely sure who said what but she is starting to carry more of the mundane responsibilities that a more proper household would delegate to the ranking woman of the family. There is no such creature here at present, only her, and she reminds herself this will be temporary but-

She opens the door slowly, just enough to see her lover. Oh, why had she thought it might be anything else? The slightest fear blooms inside her, as it has for a few weeks now, the worry that their dynamic might become less respectful as they become familiar with each other and she might have to do desperate things for her own honor and-

“I just want to talk,” he says as if seeing right through her. “Out here, if that would be more comfortable.”

“You can come in,” she says almost reflexively, taking a step back to allow it. “I know the hallway is otherwise deserted, but…”

They do not know how to be casual, she thinks as the door closes and she can’t recall any moments alone when her dresses have stayed on her body. She has been asked to make appearances at a few formal events in these months and she knows she has done badly; she is too used to shadows, unprepared for comments made about her appearance and behavior that are both sharper and less cruel than her background. No lasting malice in overheard speculation about whether she’s even allowed to wear colors, but-

“You’ve kept the space sparse,” her partner murmurs, and clearly whatever he wants isn’t important if he’s gotten distracted by the condition of her outer room. “I’d expected…”

“I’m not sure how long it’s mine,” she replies, perhaps more openness than necessary but it feels safe enough. “No reason to make life difficult for someone else who might…”

“There’s little chance of that. Persistent rumor is this set of rooms is haunted, but I’d thought you might like the window.”

Jessica holds back a blush, bites her lip instead of a comment about how she appreciates these little offerings. There has been effort to make her comfortable here, perhaps out of fear but effort all the same, and-

“I can’t imagine you just wanted to point out I haven’t changed the curtains.” Be polite, keep adequate distance, do not be a problem. They are not what they could become, and what if that never happens, and-

“Wanted to see you. Is that alright?”

“You’re not acting like it. You haven’t kissed me, you haven’t-“

“Is that all you think you are to me?”

It’s all she’s been since she came here, she’s tempted to point out. A safe outlet for desire, just pretty enough, just good enough in bed to be adequate damage control, she isn’t sure he actually wants her, she isn’t sure about so much, she isn’t-

“You haven’t shown me otherwise,” she breathes, and it feels like a cruelty, like something not quite true but still aiming well. “I don’t… I have been given nothing to complain about, but-“

“I haven’t been sure what you’d allow,” he counters, and she hears the depth of emotions in his voice, how many distracted hours he may have contemplated the issue and gotten nowhere. “Where the limits are for us.”

She has nothing to complain about, she reminds herself, no boundaries violated, but the caution she is treated with has been little improvement over those expectations. “Not where you’ve set them. Not for me. I know everyone here is frightened by the potential of me but-“

“I’m not afraid of you,” he says, almost too quiet but like it’s the only real thing in the world. “However you got that impression…”

“You treat me like I’m breakable,” she counters. “Is that not just as inaccurate?”

“Trying to avoid an interplanetary incident is not-“

She processes quickly, pieces together things she’s noticed over the past few months, the desire for quiet above all else and… oh, this will break the heart she’s barely aware she has someday, this man who understands too well that one way or another he’ll end up insignificant in the grand scheme of it all and-

“There is far more space between those extremes than you think.”

The distance between them feels wrong, and she moves closer, not quite touching but she could if she wanted to. There is so much more to this, she’s starting to think, so much more potential for her to develop in ways that go far outside anyone else’s plans and maybe better for it, maybe-

“Not afraid of you,” he repeats, and it still sounds like some kind of promise, like acceptance of the unknown. “Respect, not fear.”

She knows this is how it ought to be, where the delicate balance should settle. There are expected limits, and she should try harder to explore them, to be more than a convenient body, to make herself useful and show her full potential and-

“I don’t know how to exist within that,” she says because she almost has to, because she can reciprocate vulnerability and maybe feel like she’s gotten somewhere afterwards. “I don’t know…”

She is supposed to be perfect and she is not; she is supposed to be a lot of things and for the moment none of them matter. She doesn’t know how to exist with so little pressure, she wants to say, to be a person without clear instructions. Every programmed instinct in her body is screaming to escalate the situation, to take kisses, to take, to stop talking and be what she is supposed to be, and she fights them off and it hurts and it hurts and-

“We have time.”

She wants to cry; she holds back. She wants to cling; she settles for reaching for hands, and for a moment she almost feels like the ordinary woman she will never be.

“I can’t imagine this is what you came here for either.”

“It’s at least closer.”

“Then what…”

“You fascinate me,” he murmurs, and it feels like some new kind of intimacy, new context for everything they are becoming. “Not just… I don’t know what you do but I-“

“I haven’t done anything,” she breathes, and this is the deepest reality she knows, the lack of manipulation so far, the growing certainty that she never will. Perhaps she will never need to; perhaps she will never have enough motivation. “I haven’t-“

“I’m not-“

“What do you want?” Not intimacies, clearly; not conversation, they’re not good at that yet… Jessica can’t think of other possible options, but there has to be something, there has to be-

“Does everything need a reason for you?”

“Yes,” she says, almost a hiss, too bitter but it is just unfair that this man is going to give her an existential crisis if he keeps being nice to her without ulterior motives and-

“I wanted to see you,” he repeats, and she can see a lifetime of petty fights in those little words, how well they will learn to tangle each other in knots. “Make sure you’re alright. Is that enough?”

“And if it isn’t?”

She can’t remember the last time anyone liked her, she wants to say and won’t for a few months or years yet. Can’t remember being anything more than a useful object. And this is different, and terrifying, and how is she supposed to find a way out or a way forward and what’s the damned difference between those options, and-

“I’ll leave you be. No harm done.”

He turns to leave, but she digs her fingers into a wrist and leans in for a kiss and it’s possibly the most impulsive thing she’s done in her little life so far and she suspects in the years to come she will do far worse. The momentary shock makes her warm, reciprocation not escalation, not-

“You didn’t need to do that,” he murmurs against her skin.

“I wanted to. No more, but-“

“You don’t…”

“Not breakable,” she repeats. “And getting used to you. Is that enough?”

“Yes.”

He slips away and she lets him, stands still until the door closes and for moments after, processing as always. This is not… she is not…

She’s definitely doing something wrong, that fear will never quite go away, but whatever she is doing is working. At least there’s that.

#ebf writes fic #leto x jessica #queue

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